Chapter 648: Is This Love?

Now, those who had thought that knowing how to weave bamboo was not a special skill could no longer sit still; they immediately wanted to walk out, and after explaining to the guarding Soldier, they quickly went over to join the Platoon.

That official also knew their situation, so he beckoned them over with his hand: "All of you who know how to weave bamboo, come over together; I will register you directly."

Soon, a dozen or so people crowded to the very front, and the official registered them one by one, while simultaneously warning them: "My place here is not the final result, and there are no conditions here for you to demonstrate, but later you will be sent to the place where bamboo is woven to be verified one by one; if you don't know how and are just making up the numbers, you will be punished and then sent back."

However, none of these people felt guilty this time; they were all anxious and excited, and after finishing their registration in the Platoon, they felt that their lives were about to change.

Just as the registration was happening here, a commotion broke out at the very back of the line; because there were too many people, the line was not neatly formed, and those at the end were actually squeezed together, so the Soldiers could not see clearly.

As a result, when they were told to move forward, they actually discovered that a woman was mixed into the men's line; the Soldier originally intended to have the woman go out to where she belonged, but he did not expect that she would hold onto a man's hand and simply refuse to let go, and that Soldier was relatively brave, so although he was a bit flustered, he did not push the woman out.

The Soldiers did not immediately resort to violent action, but instead pulled the two of them out and asked: "What is the relationship between the two of you?"

The two of them took a step back and did not answer directly.

Because Baifeng had told everyone that love is very noble and precious, some less important issues could appropriately give way to love; for example, when marrying off a daughter, one must first look at the love between the two before considering the issue of wealth, and if it is discovered that love is being forcibly broken up and marriage is being bought with wealth, Huaxia has special laws to manage this.

Therefore, even when facing Slaves, the Soldiers had to consider it; if there really was any love between these two, they would have to handle them specially, and although none of these people understood what love was, as long as it was something the King had said, they had to listen.

It is precisely because love is rare that it is precious, isn't it?

But asking these two Slaves continuously yielded no response, and this was not a solution; just as they were about to lose their temper, the Leader of this company of Soldiers came over to look.

The Leader looked at the two holding hands and asked the other Soldiers in a low voice: "Is this, could this be love?"

The Soldiers all pursed their lips and shook their heads: "Leader, how would we understand what love is?"

Now the Leader was also a bit at a loss; since no one understood, this was difficult to handle, but he noticed that the condition of these two people was still relatively good—the man's body was quite strong, and the woman was not that thin and weak, so they might be important people in this tribe.

So he walked straight up to the man: "I am the Leader of this unit, and now I am asking you a question; answer me truthfully, do not play dumb with me. If you cooperate, we can consider letting the two of you stay together based on the situation, without being separated."

After hearing this, the woman leaned against the man and grabbed his arm with her other hand; the man's expression also showed emotion, and then he slowly opened his mouth to say: "My name is Yinyang, and she is my woman."

"Yinyang? Looking at your physique, you must be a Leader in your tribe, too. I remember our Soldier saying that your Tribal Chief is already dead; you are not the Tribal Chief, right?"

Yinyang suddenly widened his eyes, and his hand tightened, pinching Cangyun until she felt some pain, but he quickly figured out the situation; for the sake of their safety, he could only say truthfully: "Yes, our Tribal Chief is already dead, and I am just a small Leader, responsible for hunting."

The Leader also noticed the change in Yinyang's expression, but he did not think anything of it; a Leader like him must have had a very good relationship with the Tribal Chief—let alone his King, even if one of his own Soldiers died, he would be very angry, so he nodded calmly: "Good, then the most important question: she is your woman, so, is there love between you?"

Now both Cangyun and Yinyang were dumbfounded: "What is love?"

The Leader was asked back and did not know what to say either; he turned his head to ask his own Soldiers: "What is love?"

Several Soldiers scratched their heads: "This, how would we know?"

One of the Soldiers suddenly held up a finger: "Hey, Leader, ask them, if they don't separate, they will die together; ask them if they are willing. The King said that true love is being able to die together."

The Leader nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and said in a threatening tone: "Then if you don't separate, you will die together; are you willing?"

Yinyang was startled and hurriedly pulled Cangyun behind him to protect her, acting as if facing a great enemy, and his breathing began to grow heavy.

The Leader took a small step forward: "Hmm? Give me an answer."

Cangyun was about to cry, and then she broke free from Yinyang's hand and stood apart from him: "I will stand apart from him."

The Leader did not pay attention to her, but turned to discuss with the Soldiers: "Since they separated, it must not be love, right? Look, they aren't even willing to die together."

However, the Soldiers who had just proposed the idea tilted their heads and asked Cangyun: "Why did you want to separate from him? Is it that you don't want to die, or you don't want your man to die?"

Cangyun cried and said: "I'll go over right now, please don't kill him."

Yinyang excitedly went over to protect Cangyun again: "We can separate, but can you please not kill her? Kill... kill me instead."

At this moment, they all understood, and even the Leader was somewhat moved: "Oh my, is this love?"

But a Soldier who was oblivious to romance added: "But, can't we brothers do this for each other too? Could this also be love?"

Now everyone felt uneasy; although they knew it was wrong, they couldn't say what was wrong about it—at the very least, love should be something between a man and a woman, right?

Because this thing called love had appeared, they immediately decided to handle this as a special case; it was nothing more than letting the two of them live together. They only needed to see if there was any remaining small Tent at the end to let the two of them stay; if that really didn't work, they would just let this woman live in the men's Tent, believing that this man named Yinyang would protect this woman.

The Leader immediately had a Soldier go check to see if there was a suitable small Tent, while Yinyang and Cangyun were still waiting in confusion, extremely nervous, not knowing what they were about to face.

However, the Leader thought that this must be reported; maintaining a precious love should count as a meritorious deed, right?