There was a thick layer of snow on the stove, and the iron pot had been dug out and buried in the snow. There was no heat in the room, and it was freezing.
The uninjured soldiers worked together to clean out the big kangs in the three rooms, went out to collect dry firewood, and burned the kangs before setting up pots for cooking.
Yao Yao was busy bandaging the soldier's wounds, while Qing Qian was giving her a hand. Because they were both busy, they didn't bother to bicker, and the atmosphere was mild.
After Han Changmu finished asking, he walked into the room and saw such a gentle scene.
He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Xie Mengxia's words were quite reliable sometimes. Just like what he said, harmony between wives and concubines is a good thing, and it is indeed a good thing.
He smiled and walked over quickly: "Is everything bandaged?"
Yao Yao nodded: "My lord, everything has been taken care of. The two minor injuries are fine. Only the seriously injured one is a little troublesome. I have given him some medicine for knife wounds. Let's see if he can survive tonight." "
Han Changmu went to see the soldier's injuries again, left some medicine, and told him to take good care of him before returning to his room.
Although there are only three dilapidated rooms in the inn, the most spacious main room is naturally reserved for Han Changmu, and the big kang is warmer than other rooms.
In the remaining two rooms, ten soldiers were crowded into one room. It was obviously too crowded and not very humane, so they moved the bodies in the other room to the stables, and some of the soldiers lived in them. It is convenient to guard the two people. In this way, Yao Yao becomes the one without a house to live in.
She stood with her arms folded in the yard. The snow on the roof tiles was blown down, hitting her face and falling into her collar, feeling cold on her skin.
She looked at the room and sighed, the cold wind blowing through her heart was chilling, and she felt that she was unnecessary.
The door of the main room suddenly opened, and the dim light leaked out. Han Changmu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Yao Yao and raising his eyebrows slightly, and said in a rare joke: "Are you practicing anti-freezing skills?"
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and said nothing.
The soldiers came in with steaming mutton soup cakes. In the freezing cold night, the strangers on the road ate a bowl of such fragrant mutton soup cakes, which dispelled the bone-chilling chill and the longing for home.
Han Changmu turned around and entered the room. He suddenly turned around and smiled lightly: "If you don't want to eat, it will be gone."
Yao Yao snorted, not giving him a place to live and not even giving him food to eat. He was simply an evil capitalist.
She raised her feet and followed in.
The big kang was burning very hot, and the room felt warm.
The three of them each brought a bowl of mutton soup cake and ate it. Han Changmu took a few bites politely and said calmly: "The people who were following before and the people who set up an ambush in Hongyagou are all members of the Holy Master of the Four Saints Sect. People come here for that map."
Yao Yao's hand holding the bamboo chopsticks paused slightly, and his almond-shaped eyes blinked: "Who leaked this news?"
Han Changmu tilted his head, steaming hot air on his face. After months of running around, he didn't bother to take care of himself. Light blue stubble grew on his chin, and his hair was dry and frizzy, with some hair missing. The jade-like grace of a handsome young man is more like the rough and heroic figure of a barbarian man.
His eyes narrowed slightly: "Only a few of us know about the map, and none of the accompanying soldiers know about it. The news cannot be spread from us, then only the people around Xie Liangzhan."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment: "Xie Liangzhan? Who is it?"
Han Changmu raised his lips and chuckled enigmatically: "You guess."
Yao Yao snorted, took a few mouthfuls of soup cakes, and smiled disdainfully: "Isn't it the young master of the Four Saints Sect who makes it so mysterious?"
This pair of answers, ambiguous jokes, looked very dazzling in Qing Qian's eyes. She quickly gave Han Changmu a spoonful of hot mutton soup, and said softly: "Master, Miss A Yao lives in a daughter's house. It is really inconvenient to get along with her." Those rough soldiers live together, why not let Miss A Yao live here tonight."
Han Changmu pursed his lips noncommittally, put down the bowl gently, and said slowly: "Since these people came for the map and have chosen where to start, how could they give up so easily."
Yao Yao nodded: "With that map, they won't dare to abuse it. At most, they will just poison it. How do you plan to deal with it?"
Han Changmu raised his eyelids, glanced at Yao Yao, and said with a smile: "I want to set up a trap around the post station, and I want to borrow your shadowless silk. I wonder if Yao Canjun agrees?"
Yao Yao understood what Han Changmu meant. She really couldn't refuse this. After all, if there were many people coming and some traps were not set up, she would be the unlucky one.
She pursed her dry lips and said with a solemn expression, "Okay, it's just what you command."
Just after the ugly hour, thick clouds rolled in wildly, covering the thin moonlight tightly. A few light snowflakes fell from the sky. At first, they just fell in dots. After a few gusts of wind blew, the snowflakes swirled and fell in groups. The clusters are like cotton wool, gradually becoming like goose feathers and heavy snow.
In the quiet night, there was a rustling sound, and the vast flying snow seemed to be pushed away by something, flying to both sides.
It was pitch dark in the inn, with no lights and no sound. At this hour, it was the time when people were sleeping the deepest and deepest.
The dilapidated inn didn't even have a courtyard gate. The low courtyard wall was buried in the thick snow. People with sharp legs and feet could easily climb over it without using any external force.
Several clusters of dark shadows passed through the night, washing away the cold snow, and silently approached the inn.
These shadows stopped outside the inn. Two people climbed up the wall and climbed to a high place to have a clear view of the situation in the inn.
The yard was empty, and the snow on the ground had been trampled into messy mud. There was still a pot of mutton soup on the stove in the corner, which had frozen and was covered with a thin layer of snow.
There were more than a dozen horses tied up in the stables, and they alertly heard the slightest movement. They woke up from their deep sleep and kicked their hooves restlessly, making a muffled sound.
But the people in the inn seemed to be fast asleep. They didn't hear the horses' warning at all and didn't make any reaction.
The two people on the wall looked at each other, turned down, and quickly ran to the leader's side. They lowered their voices and said: "Flag Master, there is no movement inside, but the spies who came back to report said that they did stay overnight at the inn."
The leader took off his hood and his eyes were shining like a vulture, staring at the empty inn. He took a breath of cold air from his hooked nose and said hoarsely: "The people here are not good people. They call all the boys." Be careful, there must be a scam in the inn, I won’t care if you die here."
The two of them whispered that it was, and went to make arrangements separately.
Although he spoke coldly and ruthlessly, he also guessed that Han Changmu would never surrender and would definitely do something in the inn, but he always felt that in a hurry, these people would not be able to do anything powerful against him. The careful deployment here will definitely be overwhelming.
Previously, another flag owner sent waves of people to follow him, but all of them disappeared without return. That flag owner had a lot of face in front of the Holy Lord, and he had always been arrogant, and he never treated other people. The flag master saw it, but now he failed in this mission. Not only was he severely reprimanded and punished by the Holy Master, but he also became the laughing stock of the sect.
The leader clenched his fists involuntarily. He had to be more careful and not follow in that man's footsteps. He didn't have such a big face in front of the Holy Lord. If he messed up an errand, he couldn't simply reprimand and punish him. That's okay, but if this errand is done, from now on he can walk sideways in the sect and no one will dare to stop him.
He waved his hand, asking everyone to gather around him, and then made several gestures.
Everyone dispersed in a hurry, some entered through the doorless courtyard gate, and some climbed over the wall.
Seeing a large piece of snow on the wall being scraped off by a few people with careless hands and feet, the leader raised his forehead. He felt that he, the leader of the flag, had been deeply insulted by the people under his command.
If he were a few years younger, he would never touch the snow on the wall.
He couldn't help but want to shout. Are you stupid? There is no door to the courtyard, why don't you go through the door and go to the trouble of climbing over the wall? ! Is it to look stupid? ?
A group of people filed in despite the snow, their narrow night clothes brushing the night sky neatly without making a big sound.
The inn was still quiet, with no lights or sounds. If the spies hadn't confirmed that these people were staying here, the leader would have thought that the inn was empty and that the spies were playing tricks on him.
His expression was cold and serious, and he had already noticed that something was wrong in the inn, but now he had to shoot with an arrow on the string. If he walked away, he would not only become a laughing stock, but also die in an ugly way.
He pursed his lips tightly, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and bravely approached the rooms step by step.
That dark and silent window is like a mouth that can swallow everything in the world.
His hands began to tremble involuntarily, and he tightened his grip on the sword hilt. He took two shaky breaths and prepared his emotions. He was ready to yell "Don't move" the moment he kicked the door.
Snowflakes like goose feathers are flying one after another, and they are falling continuously here.
The snow flakes stuck to his hair, temples and shoulders, and the cold brush passed over his eyelashes. He didn't notice it at all. He just blinked, took a full breath, and took down a few people in the room. If he didn't succeed, he would be benevolent.
The group of people lowered their voices and leaned under the window. A few people ducked away from the window and moved to the door to guard it, while a few people were lying on the window.
The leader made a gesture, and the people lying on the window took out a sharp bamboo tube with a thin thumb, pierced the window paper, and blew air into the room.
Waves of pale mist floated from the bamboo tube into the room, spreading very quickly.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the leader rushed to the door, took a few deep breaths, and kicked the door open. His emotions were brewing well, and he shouted: "Don't move."
