When Zheng Anping opened his eyes, several warriors were already sitting in the tent, and the postmen including Masan were surrounding him. There was also one with half-closed eyes, checking his pulse. Seeing Zheng Anping open his eyes, he smiled and said: "Wake up, wake up!"
Zheng Anping felt a slight headache and groaned. Masan immediately came over: "Brother Zheng, how are you? Does it hurt?"
The gentleman looked at it calmly: "It doesn't matter, the head was hit hard and the blood vessels are not smooth. At this time, the Qi and blood are circulating, so there should be no serious problem." Turning to Zheng Anping, he said: "Young Master's head is really hard. If someone else is like this, he will definitely know the blood vessels." Blockage caused by blood stasis can range from hemiplegia to severe loss of consciousness or even death. However, the young master only had a slight blockage and it was cleared on his own."
Zheng Anping still had a headache. Seeing that he was being talked about, he could only smile miserably and asked, "May I ask your honorific name, sir, where is this place?"
Masan said: "This is the Magic Hand Magpie, Lord Xinling's retainer."
The master smiled again and said: "My friends on the road have made a mistake! Mr. Yue, please call me Zhongyue."
Zheng Anping said: "It's hard to be polite because of pain. Don't blame Mr. Zhongyue!"
Zhong Yue said: "How dare you! This is a partial tent in the middle camp, Young Master doesn't know?"
Zheng Anping recalled slowly, then suddenly remembered everything that happened in the big tent, and jumped up: "There is an assassin!" But the wound was affected, and the pain and headache hit him together, making him dizzy and fell down on the straw mat again.
Zhong Yue gently held his hand and said slowly: "Young master, please don't be frightened. The assassin has already been killed. Your Majesty is fine."
Zheng Anping endured it for a long time, and then the severe pain subsided a little, and he gasped: "It's the Qin swordsman, wearing two swords, one long and one short."
Zhong Yue shook his head: "How can swordsman Qin have such poisonous hands? When the sword is struck, the sword is as deep as the bone. If the young master's muscles and bones were not strong, I would have pierced his back."
Zheng Anping frowned and said, "But who is it?"
Zhong Yue said: "This person's swordsmanship has at least three years of experience."
"Is it a swordsman?"
"I'm afraid yes!"
"How do you know, sir?"
"I traveled around the world and helped many people solve their troubles. I saw a lot!"
Zheng Anping felt depressed, and his head and wounds started to hurt again. Zhong Yue comforted him and said, "Don't worry. This sword is not heated enough. It only penetrates the skin and flesh, not the muscles and bones, and it does not hurt the internal organs. It is logical that the damage is not serious. However, this sword has drank blood, so there is fear that the evil spirit will enter the skin, and if it encounters the wind, But doing it makes it difficult for people!"
Zheng Anping said with difficulty: "It all depends on Mr. Master's magic hand!"
Zhong Yue said: "My medicine is still in the Great Wall. I don't know when it will arrive. I only have some ordinary gold medicine on hand, which I have applied to the young master. The young master only needs to rest now!"
When Zheng Anping heard this, he closed his eyes obediently.
After a while, the curtain lifted again, and a warrior led the slave in. The two of them knelt down in front of the straw mat where Zheng Anping was lying. The warrior said, "Tell me about it!"
The little slave trembled: "It's too scary! I don't dare to look at it because I don't know who it is!"
Bushido: "There are many cuts on his face, and his face is unrecognizable."
After a while, the curtain opened, and the child rushed in with a look of horror on his face, threw himself into Xiaonu's arms, clenched his fists tightly, and said nothing. The little mother put her hands around him, wanting to wrap him up.
Zhong Yue didn't make a sound, and no one else made a sound. The silence inside the curtain was in sharp contrast to the sound of horses hooves outside the curtain.
Ma Sanxian couldn't hold it any longer and said, "Hey, hey, it's so quiet, so hard to fool people, why can't you talk, ah, Mr. Zhongyue?!"
Mr. Zhong Yue still smiled: "Third brother, you also live in Daliang, why don't you take your brothers to identify those three assassins!"
Masan and several postmen stood up and were about to go out. Zhong Yue said again: "Gentlemen, if you want to see something, you should also go and have a look. Maybe you may know someone!"
The warriors sitting in the curtain also stood up and walked outside the curtain.
The tent was empty, with only a few warriors left. Zheng Anping had a headache and dizziness, and he thought there was chaos in the tent, so he closed his eyes to rest after listening to Zhong Yue's words. The tent became quiet, and he was about to fall asleep again. He heard Zhong Yue's voice again and again:
"...Have you ever seen a stranger come to the city?"
…
"there's a few?"
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"They didn't come into the house?"
Zheng Anping was startled and all his sleepiness disappeared, but he did not dare to open his eyes. He only raised his ears to listen to the conversation in the tent.
"No, they walked past the front of the house and went to the back door."
"Master Zheng ran into them?"
"No, Young Master Zheng and Silly Yao went to fetch water. Later Silly Yao came back, but Young Master Zheng didn't come back."
Zheng Anping became more and more alert when he saw that he was talking about himself. Unexpectedly, Zhong Yue changed the topic: "Fortunately they didn't enter the house, otherwise they would have been in a lot of trouble if they saw the leather armor left by Mr. Zheng."
The little mother said nonchalantly: "My little mother lives outside the city. Anyone can stay overnight, and Mr. Zheng can also do it. Let alone a few pieces of leather armor. After careful inspection, it happened to be swords, spears, halberds, and even I’m afraid I can find a few axes.”
"Oh——? Haha, where are those things now?"
"I've changed it to grain and silk!" Xiaonu said confidently.
"Do you know everyone in the city?"
"This is natural!"
"Have any strangers come recently?"
"never seen it!"
"Who do you usually go to to exchange things?"
"Then who can I go to? It's the city guard's house! He's the only one who has cattle and horses and can go to Daliang to trade. Everyone in the city has to go to his house if they want to trade. The bad ones will have to eat 20% of the dry food. .”
"Does the martial artist also belong to his family?"
"The same goes for martial arts masters. Three generations of the family practice!"
"How are your martial arts skills?"
"It's far behind. I can only do forward, backward, left, right, up, and down. I can understand them all. It's just that I don't have a spear or halberd, otherwise I would know how to do it."
Xiao Nu's confident look made Zhong Yue and everyone in the tent smile.
"Is there such a big school ground in the city?" Zhong Yue smiled while talking to Xiao Nu.
"Wherever there is a school field, we always go out of the city to practice on the grass field in front of the door. There are not many people, Ergou, Sanhei, Maotou..., they are the only ones who practice diligently, and the others are as lazy as they can!"
"I see there aren't many fields outside the city. Is there enough food to eat?"
"There are only three or five families in the city who are cultivating fields outside the city. Farming requires labor, and only those with strong families can do it. Most people only go to these people's homes to change fields."
"Is there a market in the city?"
"We don't have one here. We go to Daliang City to go to the market once a month."
"How much food is stored in the city?"
The little slave was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Little slave lives outside the city, how do you know that there is food in the city!"
Zhong Yue laughed again and said: "How much food can there be in a small town? I'm afraid there won't be any."
Xiaonu didn't answer and lowered his eyes to the ground.
Zhong Yue said with a kind face: "Although you live outside the city, you can see the king and be close to the son. You are very blessed. When you go to the palace and stay in the house, you will have to serve the nobles. How can you compare with me and others with foreign surnames!" "
Xiao Nu's face turned red, but he didn't say a word.
The curtain was opened again, and a warrior came in and said, "Your Majesty is back!" Zhong Yue stood up and said, "Go out and greet him!" All the warriors in the tent stood up and walked out of the tent together.
