The sound of hooves is like cooking,

On the forest road, the dust and smoke are billowing and the sun is rising,

Ah Yao was tied to the horse, and the binding method was somewhat peculiar: one rope tied her arm that came down from the horse's neck, and the other rope crossed under the horse's belly, tying her feet together, so that she could only lie on the horse with her back flat, like a meat saddle superimposed on the saddle,

The hairpin on her head had fallen off at some point, and the hair and horsehair that had been scattered were mixed and fluttered backwards, like a flame in the wind, and the dress that flew in the wind seemed to add a pair of white wings to the horse.

At this time, she could not see her own hair, nor her long skirt that flowed like wings, but the ground on the left side of the horse's neck, which seemed to be no longer the ground, but the mottled lines of color formed by the tamping, elongation, and rough grinding of sand, dirt, grass, rut marks, etc., compared with them, the horse's neck, which was close to the side of the eye, trembling in the run, and the fine brown and red neck, was as quiet as a carpet.

This feeling is very familiar, she thought, just like the moment when she was carried by the old nun, running quickly in the bamboo forest,

Before that, I was afraid that Ji Yeping and everyone could not discuss, and he would not let himself go at dawn, so he escaped from the stall where everyone was gathering in Xigang, and he didn't even dare to hit the lanterns, and he hit the east and west head, because the path was not familiar, and he didn't touch the lake after a long time, walking and walking, he heard a man shouting, when his whereabouts were discovered, he was so frightened that he hurried to the depths of the forest, but he stepped on the branches and leaves, and he startled another person in the bamboo forest.

The shouting man heard the voice chasing from the side, the color of the suit was vaguely an old monk, but he stumbled and fought in a hurry, and fell behind, at that time he only felt the whistling wind in his ears, the black flowers in front of him rolled green, I didn't know whether it was taken by the demon, or taken by the devil, closed his eyes and resigned himself to fate, until there was no wind, and there was no shouting, everything calmed down, and when I opened my eyes, I found that this body was already under the back window of a small house [Xianmo: Write up the previous situation, obviously it was Xiaoxue who caught her, because she was hiding from the Biyun monk, and the cat was in the grass,] At that time, I heard someone talking in the front yard, including Fang Zhennuo, and the person who talked to him was a girl, and her voice was lazy [Xianmo: Supplementing Ah Yao is also making up for Xiaoyu, and the previous text wrote that Xiaoyu is looking through Xiao Fang's eyes, and at this time Ah Yao is listening to it, so full of sound and color] , The person who caught himself listened to their conversation, frowned slightly, and the faint light reflected from the bamboo leaves on the side of the courtyard wall, shining on her face, and she realized that she was a half-old nun, for some reason, her eye bubbles were slightly swollen, there were dried tears on her face, and there was even a piece of snot on the side of her cheeks. Xian Mo: Make up for the light rain, and make up for the snow mountain, these should have been written when Xiaoyu and Xiao Fang chatted, but written, inevitably let the camera move around, the movie can be filmed like this, but the text is written like this, it is inevitable to sway, so the author deliberately left it blank, to make up, then make up in one place, the text is layered, such as monk's clothes, two nuns two scenes, two scenes to two sets of clothes, a front desk and a backstage, the front desk, the chest of blood, the backstage, the face hangs snot, the front desk, forever lost love, the backstage, the broken mirror is finally full, the front desk, finally enter the empty door, the backstage, all happy, 】

The saddle iron lintel shook with the horse's back, and kept pushing towards the lower abdomen, as if a fist was making regular beats, Ah Yao came back to his senses in a dull pain, and saw that in the color line of the ground that passed away at high speed, there was another horse's hooves and belly moving forward synchronously,

Sandwiched on the horse's belly, it is a familiar leg, more familiar than the feeling of being carried in the hand to run, in my impression, this leg always appears with Himenohira's legs, and always gives up half a step, when standing, the hem of the azure robe covers it, and when walking, the pace is always so comfortable and steady, it is a pair that is completely different from the other samurai on the island. The legs full of contradictions, it seems to be nothing special, but it can always reveal a different temperament between the movements, so that its owner stands out from the crowd without showing the mountain dew, [Xianmo: Writing A Yao is familiar with the legs, just writing that A Yao always bows his head, and he is shy and calm as he sees, he is really an honest child,]

Now it is still the same as before, but I believe that it will not be long before it will change into red pants and put on official boots, and walk under the green tiles of the palace wall and between the jade steps of the corridor with a steady pace that is no different from the past.

Ah Yao only felt a sour throat, and the gastric juice was bent by the wind, and a long line of fluttering was drained behind the horse.

It's dark before my eyes,

I don't know how long it took for an officer to come and loosen the rope, and dismount her, and drag her to the tree and throw her.

Ah Yao raised his face in a daze, the sky and the earth were still dark, as if he had lost all color, the scimitar in front of him was densely erected, and the ground was full of forests and snow,

There were horses scattered beside the road bowing their heads and chewing on the blades, she calmed down, only to react that it was just a blade of grass that was brightened by the moonlight, not far away in the sound of water, a few back figures around the tree with their legs crossed, she hurriedly looked away, and suddenly saw the strange fat woman sitting in the grass, this woman cut her arms upside down, she was bare-chested, a fat and trembling milk-white flesh covered with branches and leaf shadows, as if she was melting and swallowing the moonlight, not far from the side, there were also a few nuns and monks, [ Xianmo: The nuns are the three concubines, and they must be seen to be foreign nuns during the day, the reason why they didn't see it was because Ah Yao didn't look closely, and the other was that the Tibetan nuns were black, so it can be seen that at this time, Zeng Shiquan's back team and the front team of the people on the hill converged,]

Thinking of the fact that she was stripped of her clothes by Fang Zhennuo, her heart suddenly twitched, but looking at the fat woman, she didn't look like she had suffered atrocities, her expression was calm, and she didn't have any shyness and discomfort [Xianmo: Sister Da Shuang is very biao], the two big eyes looked left and right, and from time to time glanced at the quilt next to her.

She's cold, isn't she...... While thinking like this, Ah Yao trembled, and then realized that the autumn was cool and penetrating, and his body was wet in many places, and it was exuding a bad smell, at this time, the officer just now led a few empty horses back, and lifted the nuns and monks in turn, tied them one by one on the horse, and reconnected them into a string, when it was the turn of the fat woman, because it was heavy and difficult to lift, two more people were called, and they finally got it up with a scolding attitude, and then changed the roll of the quilt and changed the horse,

Ah Yao was also re-tied to the horse, and the front reins were tied to the tail of this small string of captives,

The war horse seemed to be very uncomfortable carrying her like this, and raised its hooves on the ground, flicked its tail, paced forward gently, and tickled each other with the other horse.

Ah Yao couldn't look up to see anything more, but he vaguely felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the horse next to him, and when he looked closely, the roll of the quilt that he was carrying on his shoulder was lying down, like bean paste squeezed out of the edge of a donkey rolling, slightly revealing half of his head and a lock of hair,

Is there still a person wrapped in the quilt,

Suddenly, her eyes straightened, and the man hung down with his hair and a thin red rope, and at the end of the rope, a small pale white pocket shook gently,

That, that's not sewn by your own hands,,

"Big brother,." The two were close at hand, at most an arm's length away, she opened her eyes wide and wanted to shout, but she couldn't shout half a word, at this time, Zeng Shiquan and Fang Zhennuo approached one after the other, Zeng Shiquan looked at the stainless steel shackles on the wrists of Huoli Guwen, Sonam Gyatso, and Sanming Concubine one by one, Fang Zhennuo said: "The master is too cautious." Zeng Shiquan said: "What kind of characters are these, once they break free, they are not fun." As she spoke, she walked up to Zhang Sanniang, stretched out her hand and grabbed her left breast, and bounced back, making a "pop" sound, followed by looking back at Fang Zhennuo, and said with a smile: "When you get to the place, this fat goose will treat you." ”

Fang Zhennuo knew that he was worried about the punishment of the governor to death, and he was still telling jokes at this time, not because he was really idle, but because he was covering up his inner uneasiness to show his subordinates [Xianmo: Confidence can see through Xiaoquan, and his madness has not been greatly reduced], he smiled and didn't pick up this stubble, and when his eyes fell on the roll of the quilt lying in the back, he sank for a moment, and said in surprise: "Hey, this is not Master Hou, when did you get it, [Xianmo: Wrapped in his head and face, he couldn't see it, but he also saw and recognized the trick," Zeng Shiquan said:" There is still a breath, but it is difficult to say whether it can hold on to Lushan, Hou Yefu has a great life, and I can only chant Buddha for him. ”

"Amitabha. With a Buddha horn, the man on the hill and Lu Huangqiao walked over,

Zeng Shiquan smiled: "Look, I was about to read it, and you read it for me." ”

The man on the hill smiled slightly, his eyes were led to the lying scroll, his face sank again, and said: "Master, let's hurry at the speed you said, I'm afraid that the Hou Ye's body can't stand it, in case there is a mistake, do you see if it will make the governor difficult to explain in front of the emperor." Zeng Shiquan said with a smile: "Oh, thanks to the great help of the two of them, Xiao Quan and Hou Ye were able to get out of the tiger's mouth, and there was really no chance to say thank you in this chaos." The master of the hill hurriedly waved his hand, only to see Zeng Shiquan smile and said: "You Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, in my opinion, in fact, the result is not so important, the important thing is that the Venerable Master and Lu Lao Swordsman have this heart for the court, as long as they have this heart, the governor and the emperor will inevitably treat each other differently." ”

The people on the hill exchanged glances with Lu Huangqiao, and they both understood the meaning of his words, if they continued to talk about it, it would be obvious that the two of them were worried that Chang Sihao would have nowhere to receive credit after his death, and they were about to change their rhetoric, but they heard Fang Zhennuo laugh and said: " The two seniors don't have to be so concerned about him, in fact, he is a marquis, I think it is a false name, and the emperor is reused, it is nothing more than using his identity to deal with Juhao Pavilion, and now that Juhao Pavilion is about to collapse, he will be a rabbit and a dog sooner or later, it is better to go clean and clean at this time, and he can also end up with a name for sacrificing his life for the country. ”

Zeng Shiquan smiled silently, looking at his eyes with a little more appreciation, the emperor lives in the deep palace is rare, but from the behavior and practice, can always figure out a little meaning, on the existing situation to analyze, Fang Zhennuo said is indeed generally not bad, he is in Beijing to grasp the dynamics everywhere, guess is not strange, this little scholar far away in the south of the Yangtze River can still watch the fire, it is rare, thinking so, step forward, continue to check the diet of the horses, turn around to see almost, is about to set off, the sound of horses' hooves on the road behind, An Siti with a small guy riding two horses chased up,

There was no trace of the cart on the back road, obviously it had fallen far away, Zeng Shiquan understood that this "little ancestor" was afraid that his group would arrive in front of the governor first and say bad things about him, so he abandoned the cart, changed horses and hurriedly followed, looking at the little face full of sweat marks, he secretly sneered at the same time, suddenly remembered one thing, his heart couldn't help but move, he stared, and hurriedly ran to order someone to feed Chang Sihao water and change the dressing, and re-bandage,

The people on the hill and Lu Huangqiao on this side were a little inexplicable, but the people on the hill reacted first, and smiled at Fang Zhennuo: "It's still the Fang military master, and the old man admires it." ”

"Oh. Fang Zhennuo smiled and arched his hand: "Zhennuo is stupid and stubborn, and he is very incomprehensible to the Venerable Master's witty words. ”

The man on the hill slowly took two steps closer, turned around and stood side by side with him, looked at the busy scene over there, and said with a low smile: "The word Fang Junshi can make a floating slaughter, but when it comes to it, the old man is also willing to bow down." ”

Fang Zhennuo looked a little confused, looked at him and smiled slightly, shook his head and turned around and paced,

Seeing that his back was a little farther away, Lu Huangqiao leaned in and asked, "Venerable Master, what kind of dumb riddle are you fighting?" The man on the hill knew that the old man was stunned for a moment, so he lowered his voice a little: "Think about it, why did he mention the word 'identity' just now." ”

After this, Lu Huangqiao immediately reacted: The reason why Chang Sihao was valued by the Hundred Swords League when he arrived in Beijing was because of his special identity, and how could it be in front of the emperor and Guo Dugong, now the Hundred Swords League and the Qin family are like two real ones, Qin Juexiang's limelight strength is getting stronger and stronger, and as soon as the matter of Juhao Pavilion is over, there will only be this tumor left in the world, at that time, this Chang Heizi can be used as another knife, this person is simple-minded and easier to manipulate in the pile of officials in the imperial court, from entering Beijing to the present, everything is afraid that everything is under the control of the emperor and Guo Dugong, and the usefulness is far greater than the threat, if he really kills him, Disrupting the deployment of the emperor and the governor, it's not good, the reason why Zeng Shiquan is in a hurry, most of them is also from the word identity [Xianmo: Xiaoquan first heard the word identity has not yet been solved, and when he saw An Siti, the "little ancestor", he completely recalled, the advantage is that there is a layer of separation, which makes the intention in Xiaofang's words less obvious, so Xiaoshan can hear it, Xiaoquan doesn't feel it, ], nodded and said: "So that's the case, then let's ......" When I was about to go down, I saw that the people on the hill kept a smile on their faces, and waved their hands lightly underneath.

Seeing that Chang Sihao had already changed the dressing and re-bandaged, Zeng Shiquan breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and glanced around, and suddenly asked his subordinates suspiciously: "What about An Siti." ”