Yan Qingchuan was detained in a private house in Mo County, surrounded by dozens of patrol soldiers outside the house. Judging from the fact that these patrol soldiers were holding horse poles, carrying crossbows on their backs, and sabers hanging from their waists, we knew that they were They were the elite of the elite patrols. These soldiers all had cold expressions and did not speak. They only focused on guarding their surroundings.
I have to praise the Gordon's vision in choosing this place to take Yan Qingchuan into custody. Among Mo County, the only house here is far away from other people's residences. Even the nearest house in front of the door is a hundred steps away. If someone wants to force it If you rush to save someone, you might be discovered by someone just as soon as you reach the alley.
The people of Mojun had fled up the mountain long ago. At this time, Mojun was like a dead city. Only the winter wind could be heard but no other voices were heard. Just as the soldiers outside the house were on guard, a small lantern was lit up in the empty street in the distance. The man holding the lantern , the steps were light and frivolous, not like those practicing martial arts. When the soldiers guarding this courtyard saw the light of the lanterns, their eyes suddenly became alert.
"Password!" The leading soldier who looked like a corpsman took the lead and shouted loudly to the visitor.
The distance was still far away, but the voice of the captain's voice was obscured by the winter wind. It seemed that the visitor did not hear clearly, and did not stop. Instead, he quickened his pace and came to look at the house.
When the corps commander saw this, his eyes became more vigilant, and he shouted to the soldiers behind him who had not relaxed their guard: "Crossbow!"
Just one simple word was enough. The soldiers who were still on guard around him listened to the order. They abandoned their spears, took their crossbows, and nocked arrows, and came quickly. In just a few breaths, ten people came to the side of the commander, holding weapons. Anger directed at the person holding the lantern.
"Stop, who dares to trespass into the place where prisoners are held." Seeing that the other party was nearly thirty steps away, the captain shouted again in a higher tone.
When the shout came out, it happened to be a break in the winter wind, and the shout reached the ears of the visitor. Xu Shi heard the words of the corps leader clearly and immediately responded: "It's me, Lao Chen."
The status of the cook in the army is not low, and the medical officer is even higher. If you have a good relationship with the cook, you will be able to eat and drink on weekdays. However, the medical officer is concerned with the life and death of the soldiers. Hearing the voice of Lao Chen, this group of people In the eyes of the soldiers, the usually unsmiling captain also rarely smiled. He hurriedly shouted to the soldiers beside him to lower his crossbows. It was not until Lao Chen came closer that he smiled and said hello.
"Medical Officer Chen, didn't you go to the general's place and finish so quickly? Why are you back again? Didn't you just come here half an hour ago?"
Lao Chen glanced at the soldier who was putting down the crossbow in his hand, and the smile on his face became brighter. He smiled at the team leader and said, "What, you still want my life?"
The smile on the captain's face suddenly disappeared, and he said in panic: "Mr. Chen, don't make fun of me anymore. I just saw you didn't respond to the command just now, and the sky is dark, so..."
Seeing the joke, Old Chen made the upright corps commander nervous. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously. Look... isn't this the general's order? The prisoner in prison has a high level of martial arts. You have to give him medicine once every half an hour to make his hands and feet weak so that he won't get violent and hurt others."
Seeing that Old Chen did not take his offense to heart, the corps leader breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Leave such trivial matters to our brothers. There is no need for Mr. Chen to go back and forth."
Old Chen smiled and sighed: "It's not that I'm not worried, it's just that the general has told me that this prisoner's identity is unusual. I'm afraid that you brothers will offend him and it will be disadvantageous for you to oppose him. I, Old Chen, will soon be old enough to return home, so there is no need to do anything. Worry, so it’s more appropriate for me to come.”
Hearing this, the corps commander immediately came closer and lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Chen, I heard that the person imprisoned here is not ordinary. I heard that he... has... Shang Fang's sword in his hand, but real."
Hearing the sergeant's inquiry, Lao Chen's smile that was full of smiles just a moment ago suddenly disappeared. He immediately tensed up and shouted softly: "Don't ask around. I'll just pretend you didn't hear what you just said. If it disturbs the morale of the army, be careful with military law."
Seeing Old Chen's sullen face, the corps commander quickly took a few steps back, clasped his fists and said respectfully, "I don't dare, general."
Lao Chen was not a rude person. Seeing that the team leader had realized his mistake, he smiled again and said, "Okay, okay, don't do this. Remember what I said...it's getting late. Open the door." , let me in."
The corps commander knew very well that Old Chen was the most generous man in the army and never made things difficult for his soldiers. He thanked him hurriedly, then turned around and shouted: "Open the door and let Medical Officer Chen in."
The soldiers guarding the house got the order and stepped out of the way. They watched Old Chen walk into the house and resumed their previous strict guarding posture.
Yan Qingchuan had gradually woken up, feeling dizzy. He was confused and saw that his hands and feet were tightly tied with ropes. Only then did he remember what happened before.
Could it be that Gordon has been bribed by those bandits? No, if that's the case, why did the bandits attack and kill the patrol? Could it be a trick to show themselves... If so, who is the young man in green shirt?
Could it be that Gao Deng wants to betray Qi Yun? That's not right. If so, he had already learned from his own mouth that His Highness Prince Ning was the imperial envoy heading north this time. If he really wanted to rebel against Qi and surrender to Jin, he should wait until His Highness Prince Ning was found and captured to go north. He brought a generous salary.
Yan Qingchuan no longer had time to think about why Gao Deng seemed to have suddenly changed. The most important thing at the moment was the safety of His Highness Prince Ning. He had to find a way to escape. It would not be too late to find His Highness Prince Ning first and then deal with Gao Deng.
After making up his mind, he couldn't help but look around, sneered, and thought to himself: "It would be too disrespectful to try to trap me, Yan Qingchuan, with such a small rope."
I calmed down and tried to use my inner strength to break the rope, but when I tried to use my strength, I was horrified to realize that not only were my hands and feet weak, my internal strength in my Dantian was unable to function... I tried again, but it was still the same... .
In a panic, he remembered that he had come with Shang Fang's sword after all, and the remaining soldiers of the patrol already knew about it. It was no wonder that Gao Deng could cover the sky with one hand.
Thinking of this, Yan Qingchuan opened his mouth to call out other soldiers or generals in the army. As long as they obeyed his orders, they could capture Gordon and take control of the military... But until he opened his mouth, he suddenly discovered that, There is no sound coming out of my throat...
Yan Qingchuan's heart sank a little bit, what should he do? He never expected that he, the dignified imperial minister, the commander of the Xiaoqi battalion, the only son of Yan Ruohai, the grand master of the Qiyun Guards, and a popular figure in the eyes of the emperor who had a bright future in the mouth of the officials, would actually into such a situation.
If he dies, it's just a matter of course. If His Highness Prince Ning is in trouble, the lives of more than a hundred members of the Yan family will be buried with His Highness Prince Ning.
After thinking about this, the panic in my heart suddenly disappeared. I must not just surrender and wait for death. I must find a way to get out of here. I moved my eyes slightly, trying to find an opportunity to escape in this simple room.
Looking around the room calmly, he found that this place did not look like a prison for prisoners, but more like a residence for ordinary people. So he tried his best to move his body, trying to see clearly inside the room. After constantly checking, he finally found something.
Under the burlap, a Shang Fang sword wrapped in bright yellow satin was exposed. It was not taken away by Gao Deng, and was placed quietly on the table in the room, with the sword stand supporting it on the table.
"Since I can't use my inner strength, as long as I can manage to pull out the sword, cut the rope, and use my strength, I might be able to escape." Thinking of this, Yan Qingchuan didn't wait any longer and tried his best to move towards the Shang Fang sword on the table.
If the people in Jianglin city saw the scene in this private house, they would be shocked. The famous son of the famous master, the red man in front of the emperor, was tied up with five flowers, like a maggot, trying hard to hold it. The body moved forward inch by inch.
Not long after, Yan Qingchuan was sweating profusely. Who would have thought that it would be difficult for the descendants of Youlong Linyuan to break free from this ordinary rope and reach the sky. Finally, I moved to the table, raised my body with some effort, and bumped against the table leg...
The table only shook, and Shang Fang's sword on the sword stand did not move at all, but Yan Qingchuan was not discouraged and tried repeatedly. Finally, after dozens of attempts, Shang Fang's sword finally fell to the ground.
Without taking a breath, Yan Qingchuan pressed the scabbard with his body, opened his mouth and bit the sword hilt on the ground...
But at this moment, the sound of conversation outside the door was heard. After a while, there was a "squeak" and the door opened.
As the winter wind penetrated into the house, Yan Qingchuan felt that the sweat on his body was frozen into ice slag by the winter wind. In just a moment, the door was closed by someone.
There was no light in the room, and he couldn't see the face of the person coming. He could only hear the sound of footsteps approaching him. Yan Qingchuan suddenly felt his body light up, and he was easily picked up and thrown back to where he woke up.
He was so embarrassed and angry, but unable to speak. Yan Qingchuan could only scold himself in his heart for being too careless and arrogant to end up like this.
The end is deserved.
Before the thought of shame was gone, I heard that the person in front of me had already stood up and went to Shicai's table. He seemed to have taken out something from his arms, blew it gently, and the fire suddenly lit up.
Yan Qingchuan looked along the light and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, twisting the fire and lighting the oil lamp in the room.
As the lights came on, the visitor extinguished the fire in his hand, put it back in his arms, lifted his robe and knelt down, kowtowed respectfully to Shang Fang's sword on the ground, raised his hands, put the sword back on the stand on the table, turned around, and smiled. Look at yourself.
The visitor probably knew that Yan Qingchuan could not speak, so he took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, took off the cork, and put it under Yan Qingchuan's nose for a moment. Yan Qingchuan immediately felt his throat loosen, and he could immediately make a sound. .
"Who are you?" Yan Qingchuan knew that he was a piece of meat on a chopping block at this moment, and could be slaughtered by others. However, seeing his respectful behavior towards Shang Fang's sword just now, he probably was not from Jin, so he calmed down and spoke calmly.
"I have wronged you, Commander Yan." This man did not answer Yan Qingchuan's words, but just dusted off the dust on his robe, found a chair, brought it to Yan Qingchuan and sat down in front of him.
With a shiver in his heart, Yan Qingchuan raised his eyes and said, "Since you know who I am, you should let me go. Don't become a thief and lose your life."
The man stroked his beard and smiled: "General Gao is the patrol general personally appointed by the Holy Emperor... No, he is the commander-in-chief of the Northern Territory. Why are you talking about a traitor?"
Hearing this, Yan Qingchuan was surprised. Hearing that the world was in chaos, that idiot general was appointed as the commander-in-chief of the Northern Territory by the Holy One. How could it be possible? Could it be that the Holy One was bewitched by a female cad...
The visitor seemed to have seen the doubts in Yan Qingchuan's heart, and he spoke softly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty is the Lord of Eternity, and will not do anything stupid. I will say this. I only hope that Commander Yan will not try to escape again." .”
Yan Qingchuan was deeply confused at this time and couldn't extricate himself. Who is this person? Is what he said true or false?
My mind was in chaos, and when I couldn't find the answer, I saw the person in front of me, taking off the wooden box he was carrying behind him, taking out a small porcelain bottle, looking at it, and nodded slightly.
When he turned around again, his face was full of smiles, and he said to Yan Qingchuan: "Commander Yan, no matter how wronged you are... don't worry, this weak tendon will only prevent you from using your internal strength. It is harmless to your body and will not delay you." If you break through this situation in the future, nothing will hinder you..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard movement outside the door. He immediately shut up and said no more.
When he looked back, his attack was like lightning. Before Yan Qingchuan could recover, he grabbed Yan Qingchuan's neck and whispered in a low voice: "I'm sorry."
Then regardless of anything else, he poured all the liquid in the porcelain bottle in his hand into Yan Qingchuan's mouth, and then took action, bit by bit, so that Yan Qingchuan had to swallow the liquid in his mouth.
After the medicine entered his throat, Yan Qingchuan immediately felt like the world was spinning. The gradually clear scene became blurry again. In the haze, he heard the door open again and Gordon's voice sounded...then his vision went dark and he fainted again. .
