The condensation clouds were in the dark room, not knowing the sun and moon, and completely losing the concept of time. The weatherboards on the outside of the windows of the house where he was imprisoned were all put down, and a layer of black cloth was added inside. Always keep the lights on. This made him completely lose the concept of time.
When you are sleepy, turn off the oil lamp and go to sleep. When you wake up, you will find that the oil lamp is lit again, but it is turned very small.
Three meals a day were delivered, and there were two layers of curtains at the door, both inside and outside. In short, there was no light at all and nothing could be seen.
Apart from that, the robbers treated him well. Not only were his three meals a day clean and delicious, but the room was also equipped with "Australian books" published by Wanbi Bookstore. A change of clothes is provided every day, and two maids are attentive to her. Serve tea and water, wash and change clothes. He can also play chess and cards, sing and play the piano, and if he shows signs of restlessness, he can also sleep with him.
Leng Ningyun was considered a person who was used to the life of an elder in Delong, but it was the first time that he was cared for so meticulously. I really can’t laugh or cry. Fortunately, he comes from a financial background and has been through all kinds of battles.
The other party vaguely seems to be a time traveler, and he is not too cruel. He kidnapped me to seek peace, and at least his life is safe for a period of time.
According to the atmosphere of the Senate, the lives of the senators are above all else, whether they are literary or military. I believe that after receiving the letter I wrote, arrangements will be made soon.
Therefore, he could eat and sleep, but since he had nowhere to move around, he could only do prisoner fitness in the house, and engage in double fighting and the like.
On this day, I don't know when it was, someone came in and saluted and said, "Please, please move to a different place." After saying this, someone came into the house and tied his hands and feet with ropes - but not tightly, just restricting his movement. There was also a mouthpiece stuck in his mouth. Finally, he put on a black cloth hood.
At this moment, he was in total darkness, letting someone hold his hand and walking in small steps. Someone in front of him reminded him to lift his feet to cross the threshold and go down the steps. Suddenly, my skin felt cold, and there was a slight breeze blowing - it must have been that I was outside.
"Please sir, please lift up the sedan chair." After saying this, someone led him into the sedan chair. After a while, someone whispered: "Get up the sedan!"
The sedan was lifted up and swayed all the way. It was very quiet outside, with the occasional sound of cats and dogs barking, but no one heard the night watch. It's about a desolate village. As time went on, I could feel the sedan gradually undulating and bumping, and from time to time I could hear the whispering warnings of the bearers. The wind outside the sedan was getting stronger, and there was still the green smell of plants in the air.
Probably into the mountains? Leng Ningyun was confused. There was a faint smell of rotting plants near the water in the air, and there seemed to be lakes and rivers.
After an unknown amount of time, he was already drowsy, and the sedan stopped again. Someone helped him out of the sedan, and once again went into the hall and removed the restraints.
After removing the hood, Leng Ningyun opened his eyes. The flickering light stung his eyes. He closed his eyes again. After a while, he opened them again and adapted to the dim light.
Although the interior furnishings of this room are different from the previous one, it still has a lot of necessary objects and furniture. However, the furniture is much rougher and simpler than the previous room, and the beams and columns are not decorated. The lifting height is also much lower. Although it is simple, it is still a brick house, and it looks like the house of a wealthy owner in the countryside.
The windows were still the same as before, tightly blocked. There was dead silence outside.
He estimated that he had been riding in the sedan chair for about an hour, and it was not too far from the original place. Along the way, I heard almost no sounds of pedestrians, and most of them were in remote places in the countryside.
There was a square table in front of him, and there was also an Australian oil lamp on the table. There was a bowl of medicinal soup in front of the oil lamp, and the lingering steam looked hazy and confusing under the halo of the lamp.
Leng Ningyun moved his neck, tilted his head, and a long sword leaning on the chair next to him caught his eye.
Then a voice sounded from behind: "Don't look back." The voice was gentle and sounded warm. The voice is indistinguishable from male to female.
Leng Ningyun's neck immediately stiffened, and he replied: "Yes."
The voice sounded again: "Thank you for your hard work, sir."
Leng Ningyun didn't speak and listened silently.
The voice said: "I'm staying in a hotel today just to call you Mr. Leng. Mr. Leng is pampered and has a delicate and noble body. Now you are in adversity. I'm afraid that you will be in a hurry and work hard, and you can't bear it. Mr. Leng, noble man, please die." No. In front of you, sir, is a decoction that calms the nerves, relieves fire, and replenishes qi. Please use it."
Leng Ningyun obediently picked up the soup bowl on the table and took a sip. The bitter taste made him frown.
The voice continued: "Mr. Leng, Mr. Leng's two maids will come to wait for you in a while to wash your feet, pay respects, drink tea, and eat and drink. If you hear a knock on the door, please sit facing the wall and not opposite the visitor. Just follow Just listen to the arrangements, don't struggle, don't be troublesome, and Mr. Leng will be fine."
Leng Ningyun said: "It all depends on the hero's orders."
The voice was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "I have read the Australian book. The book is very good. It is a theory of salvation."
Leng Ningyun's heart skipped a beat and she said softly, "Oh?"
The man stopped talking, reached over Leng Ningyun, and took away the long sword leaning on the chair beside him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Leng Ningyun saw the hand holding the sword. The hand was white and shining.
The door slammed shut behind him.
Leng Ningyun looked around, looking at the dim room, and he suddenly remembered the sword just now.
Since the Song Dynasty, the long sword has lost its use as a weapon and been replaced by knives. It has gradually withdrawn from the battlefield and has become a decorative accessory for literati and elegant guests, or a ritual tool for generals, ministers and princes to show their status. Some Ming officials and Generals would even wear a wooden sword to show off.
But that sword was different. It was very long, with a wooden scabbard made of red shark skin. The hilt was one and a half long. It could be held with one hand or with both hands together. The sword grid was carved with twig flowers. There is a rope hole, and a dark red handle rope is tied in the hole. The sword hilt is wrapped with a faint scarlet color, which is the color of blood, indicating that it is a murder sword.
Leng Ningyun thought blankly that among the warriors he had seen, no matter whether they were officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, martial arts masters, or heroes in the martial arts world, none of them used swords in actual combat, so that's why the sword impressed him so much.
The sword was red, red to the eye, red to the heart, red like a wound.
Two strong mules were pulling a large cart, rolling down the road. The goods on the cart were not piled high, but the wheels dug deeply into the unpaved road, leaving deep ruts, indicating that the cart was heavily loaded. .
Lao Feng, wearing a bloated cotton coat, sat piled on a mule cart and drove the cart.
Lao Feng seemed a little sluggish. Unlike Lao Feng, his whip was particularly energetic. The whip handle was made of red date wood, and the joint with the soft whip of cooked leather was decorated with a cluster of fluffy red tassels. Every time when crossing a ditch, Old Feng would shake his hand seemingly casually, and the soft whip would immediately explode on the mule's head at the right time, waking up the mule's spirit, pulling hard, and cracking the whip. With three thousand afterburners, only the best handlebar styles are equipped with such calmness and laziness.
More than a dozen men in colorful clothes walked slowly behind the cart.
Liao Sanniang, Zhao Liangjian and Liu Chang each rode a miscellaneous horse. The three horses were spread out in a line at three points to protect the front and rear of the cart. Xiao Bazi followed Liao Sanniang on a donkey.
Liao Sanniang has been out of the city for a while, and the two large vehicles used as blinders have returned. She circled around a few times to make sure no one was following her, then joined the silver car and rushed to Zhuangzi outside the city.
When leaving the city, several Kuaishou helpers guarding various places in Shuntian Mansion saw them. They would probably report to Liu Tuiguan at this moment, but Liu Tuiguan had already secretly said that they could "act cheaply" as long as they did not fight or kill in the city. , made a huge noise, Shuntian Mansion just pretended not to see it.
Liao Sanniang stopped her horse, took out her handkerchief from her arms, and dipped it into the sweat on her forehead. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Xiao Bazi following behind with a lot of thoughts. She couldn't help but feel a little strange, and asked: "You hozen, you don't have any free time on weekdays." , what happened today, did you offend the times?"
Xiao Bazi picked up the donkey and rushed forward to stop alongside Liao Sanniang. He hesitated for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and said loudly: "Sanniang, I sincerely accept you as my godmother, and I beg you to agree."
Liao Sanniang was startled, then smiled and said: "How old am I, how can I accept such a big son and let others gossip for nothing?"
Old Feng glanced at it, with a half-smile on his face.
Xiao Bazi hesitated for a while, then suddenly rolled over and rolled off the donkey, landed on the ground, banged his head a few times, and said loudly: "I have entered the game. Thank you for your support, Sanniang. I am very grateful, boy." His family was poor and his life was low, so he had nothing to repay, so he only risked his ruthless body, but there was a fight with him. Thinking that his godmother was the vanguard, the boy rushed in and out of the jungle of swords and guns. Although he died without regrets, he asked the third lady to help him. "
Liao Sanniang brought her right hand lightly, and the horse under her crotch tilted its head slightly. It snorted and stood up, and its front hooves flapped restlessly a few times.
Xiao Bazi looked at Liao Sanniang from the corner of his eye. Under the backlight, he could only see a black figure, but his face could not be seen clearly.
The people on the horse were silent for a long time, and Xiao Bazi's heart sank. He felt bad in his heart, thinking that he might not be able to fulfill his wish today.
A large amount of sweat dripped from Xiao Bazi's cheeks, and Xiao Bazi suddenly felt a trace of regret in his heart. He shouldn't have been so hasty. Although Liao Sanniang is heroic, she is also a woman, and her face is probably not as thick-skinned as a man. This matter should be entrusted to others to calmly communicate and operate, and it will be easy for both parties to settle down. Being so reckless today is equivalent to squeezing Liao Sanniang. If she rejects it, there will be no way back.
Suddenly, a rustling laughter sounded in her ears, and Liao Sanniang said: "Skinny Monkey, I'll take you in. I'm a tough-minded person with many rules. I don't rub sand in my eyes and won't forgive my mistakes. Can you bear the beating?"
Xiao Bazi was so happy that he stood up and said, "Thank you godmother for helping me. I have thick skin and thick flesh. I can bear scoldings and beatings."
Liao Sanniang said: "Get up, even though you are a gent, you will be invited to serve wine when you get back, so you can be considered as a disciple of my Liao family."
(End of chapter)
