In the early morning, Huang Taiji woke up from his sleep.
There was a heavy snowfall last night, covering the entire Baylor Mansion with a layer of silver. Looking at the snowy scene outside the window, Huang Taiji was in a good mood.
He finished washing up under the service of a group of maids, and was sitting at the table eating breakfast leisurely, when he saw a servant hurried in, kowtowed to him and shouted:
"Reporting to Lord Baylor, Mr. Fan is asking for an audience."
Huang Taiji frowned, a little strange, why did Fan Wencheng come to him so early?
So he waved his hand and said, "Let him come in."
A moment later, Fan Wencheng hurried in. Seeing his hurried expression, Huang Taiji couldn't help but smile and asked:
"Mr. Fan, are you here in such a hurry so early in the morning? Is there some happy event?"
Fan Wencheng shook his head repeatedly and gasped: "Lin Ping'an ran away."
Huang Taiji was suddenly surprised and asked with some confusion:
"Run? Why did he run?"
As soon as he heard this, Fan Wencheng knew that Lord Baylor in front of him must have forgotten what he said a few days ago.
So he smiled bitterly and said:
"Last night, the Niangan Department sent a Niangan man to kill everyone in Lin Ping'an's house, but they only missed Lin Ping'an."
Upon hearing this, Huang Taiji let out an ooh, and then he probably remembered what he had said a few days ago.
He frowned and asked, "Since we sent a killer, why did we miss that kid alone?"
"It's not that I missed it, it's that the stick stickman we sent out is dead!"
This sentence shocked Huang Taiji. He stared at Fan Wencheng and asked hesitantly: "You mean that our stickman died, but Lin Ping'an ran away. How is this possible?"
In Huang Taiji's heart, Lin Ping'an is just a child. Even if someone is randomly sent to stick to the stick, he can easily complete the task. How could this be possible?
Fan Wencheng nodded slowly and said in a deep voice:
"It should be the Ming Dynasty's night watchman who killed our stickman and rescued Lin Ping'an."
"Night watchman?"
Huang Taiji shouted directly, "Is it the most mysterious organization in the Jinyi Guards of the Ming Dynasty?"
"That's right, if I'm not mistaken, it must have been the Shadowless Division of the Night Watch who did it."
Fan Wencheng sighed: "Hei Xuan handled this matter too hastily. He only sent one Stickman over, but he didn't expect that the Ming Night Watchman had already targeted Lin Ping'an. To be precise, he had targeted Lin Ping'an. A great way to exchange blood in your hands."
This sentence made Huang Taiji unable to sit still. He stood up suddenly and shouted:
"No, this method must not fall into Ming's hands!"
Fan Wencheng nodded and said: "I have notified the City Defense Department and set up checkpoints at each city gate. If this person has not left the city yet, it will be easy to handle."
At this point, his eyes flickered, and there was a hint of helplessness on his face, and he continued: "But according to my guess, since the Ming Night Watchmen came well prepared, they have probably already left Shengjing City by now."
Hearing this, Huang Taiji's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he mused: "It's a long way to Daming, and with the heavy snowfall last night, even if we have already left the city gate, we won't be able to run very far."
After saying this, he looked at Fan Wencheng and ordered:
"Have the Niangan Department and the City Defense Department send out cavalry to chase him all the way. Don't let that kid return to the Ming Dynasty alive!"
Fan Wencheng did not dare to neglect, and immediately bowed and accepted the order and left.
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On the vast snowfield, a black carriage moved quickly like a small black dot in the moonlight.
Along the way, Lin Ping'an had already changed three carriages. Almost every once in a while, there would be a carriage waiting on the road. It was obviously arranged by Nangong Cheng early in the morning.
Lin Ping'an sat in the carriage and stayed up all night.
Every time he closed his eyes, Wan'er would appear in his mind.
What a lively and lovely little girl she was, but she was pierced through the chest by a poisonous snake!
Thinking of the bloody hole, Lin Ping'an couldn't help but tremble all over.
Anger, self-blame, sadness...
These emotions kept entangled with him, causing him to clench his teeth, his eyes to be bloodshot, and his whole body almost collapsed.
"Huang Taiji, I'm your eighteenth generation ancestor!"
He cursed in his mind, the anger burning in his chest like a wildfire.
"Okay, Huang Taiji, aren't you afraid that I will teach Ming the blood transfusion method?"
"In that case, I don't mind letting you try the powerful firearms of later generations!"
Lin Ping'an let out a series of sneers in his heart. From this moment on, he, a future time traveler, had an sworn hatred with the future Qing Dynasty.
The carriage was bumpy, and even in the car, Lin Ping'an could still hear the whistling of the north wind in his ears.
The figures of the Dorgon brothers and Dayu'er appeared in his mind, and he felt a little entangled in his heart.
"An Da?"
He whispered softly in his mouth: "In this case, can I still live and die together with them?"
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The darkness gradually disappeared, and a ray of light came out from the sky.
Dawn is coming.
Lin Pingan had no idea where he was now or how far he had traveled that night. He opened the car window and lifted the curtain, but only saw the endless white snowfield.
After a while, the carriage slowly stopped, and Lin Ping'an knew without asking that it was time to change carriages again.
Sure enough, a black carriage came from not far away. A man jumped off the carriage, walked quickly to Lin Ping'an's car, opened the door, bowed and said:
"Wuying Si Wanfeng was ordered to come to greet the young master."
Lin Ping'an couldn't remember the names of the previous Wuying Division officials. He just jumped off the carriage mechanically, and then mechanically got on another carriage.
He rubbed his face, opened the front curtain of the carriage, and asked Wan Feng, who was driving the carriage:
"How long until we can enter the Ming Dynasty?"
"Crossing the three mountain ridges in front is the territory under the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty."
Wan Feng replied in a deep voice, staring straight ahead.
Following Wan Feng's gaze, Lin Ping'an could already see the outline of the mountain ridge in the distance, and couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, Lin Ping'an seemed to hear waves of dull sounds. The sounds came from far to near, from small to loud, just like the beating of war drums, which was as moving as the beating of war drums.
Hearing this voice, Wan Feng, who was driving, turned around in a hurry, his expression suddenly changed, and he cursed:
"Oops, the Tatar soldiers are chasing us."
Sure enough, in Lin Ping'an's sight, hundreds of Houjin cavalry rolled up snowflakes on the ground and were chasing him like a strong wind.
"what to do?"
Lin Pingan was shocked and asked.
Wan Feng remained silent and just slapped the horse hard with the whip in his hand.
The three horses neighed loudly, and the carriage suddenly accelerated, heading towards the mountain ridge like an arrow.
The shouts of Houjin's cavalry came from behind, and Lin Ping'an seemed to have seen the long swords shining in the hands of those cavalry.
"Grandma, is it inevitable that I will die after all?"
He shouted in his heart, remembering the same scene when he had just traveled back to this world.
At that moment, he could save Dorgon's life, but what about now?
Those Houjin cavalry were clearly here to kill him!
A thin layer of sweat suddenly appeared on Lin Ping'an's forehead. Although the mountain ridge was getting closer and closer, what if he could climb over it?
Although the area behind the mountain ridge is under the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty, there are no less than a hundred pursuing troops behind him. Is it possible that there will be an army of the Ming Dynasty waiting for him behind the mountain ridge?
Lin Ping'an suddenly felt a kind of despair that made the sky and the earth not respond.
