Wujiang heard the horse's hooves, and for some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy. He picked up his things, turned off the lights, jumped out of the window, and ran into the dense forest.
Fortunately, it was winter, and most of the snakes and insects in the forest had already hibernated, and she did not encounter any wild animals. She just walked forward, not knowing where she should go, but she was not in a hurry. When she woke up, she was in a much better situation than before. There are too many. I used to live in the open and homeless, but now I have some money. In this world, money is a very useful thing.
She was born as a border refugee, with no country, no home, and no worries. But the strange things she carried with her were quite puzzling. If those people really came to find her, it seemed that she had made many... enemies...
It can’t be the in-laws anyway…
Fifteen cavalry looking for people late at night seems to be quite powerful, which is also a very troublesome problem.
After walking in the dense forest for a long time, Wujiang realized that she was walking too smoothly. It was obviously a starless and moonless night, but she didn't feel that it was dark. She could still distinguish things not far away, which she didn't see when she was a child. Such good eyesight. While she was thinking, she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. Wujiang looked around. The leaves were withered in the cold winter, and there was no good hiding place. She looked up and saw the ancient branches intertwined. She felt that the big tree above her head was an excellent hiding place, but Hiding his figure, he could be at a high place. As soon as he thought of it, he suddenly felt light and climbed up the tree. The branch he had just spotted was standing there.
Not long after, the three of them walked to the foot of the tree. Wujiang looked down from a high place and unconsciously held their breath. They saw the three of them dressed in dark blue clothes, all holding swords in their right hands.
One person said: "We have searched the nearby villages and forests, but there is no trace. Maybe the killer was really buried in the snowy mountains."
Another person asked: "There is no news from the snowy mountains?"
The original person replied: "No, the snow-capped mountains are so big. It would be impossible for His Highness to survive an arrow piercing his chest. Even if he could survive, he would not be able to escape the avalanche."
"If he died in an avalanche, then why are we searching here?"
"Young master requires everything to be absolutely perfect."
It looks like the leader gave the order: "Search this mountain and return to the palace tomorrow morning."
"yes."
She could hear every word clearly, "killer", "snowy mountain", "return to the palace", and immediately connected a story: the killer entered the palace to assassinate, was trapped in the snowy mountain, neither alive nor dead, nor corpses.
In an instant, the items in the package flashed before my eyes one by one, and even the names suddenly appeared in my mind: night clothes, arrow-blowing needles, silk gloves, □□.
Moreover, there was a big hole in the left chest of the night suit, close to the heart!
Look at your current situation again, listen for miles, look at the objects in the night, and then you can climb a tree.
Killer?
This identity is really...inexplicable...laughing at a loss...can't even laugh or cry...
She didn't know who they wanted to assassinate when they entered the palace, whether they succeeded, and who the His Highness they were talking about was. She didn't know whether she wanted to follow them all the way, maybe she could find out more things, then she gave up the idea, and now she doesn't know herself No matter how skilled he is, it's okay if he loses his tracking. But if he's being followed and is discovered, wouldn't he be trapped in a trap?
Anyway, I knew they were going to the palace.
After thinking about it, Wujiang found a thick branch extending horizontally and lay down on his back, with one hand behind his head, almost blending into the night.
Wujiang thought, if he was really a killer, who was he entrusted by? What would happen if things turned out well and what would happen if things failed? Could it be that people on both sides are chasing him now?
What was life like before? she sighed.
It seems that the debt I owe for the things I have caused cannot be treated as if it never happened by losing my memory. If I go out to hang out, I will have to pay it back. It is estimated that the rest of my life will not be anything more than a happy and stable life.
Anyway, I can't think of a reason now, so I'll just sleep in this tree tonight. Since those people have already searched, they shouldn't be able to retaliate if they find nothing. This place should be safe. The rest will be planned when I wake up tomorrow morning.
After the three people left, the world returned to silence, except for the crows crows above their heads.
The reason why Jackdaw Village is called Jackdaw Village is because it is cold here but for some reason there are flocks of crows gathering all year round, hence the name. At dusk, they fly into the sky in groups, the scene is spectacular, and they fall on the branches at night. It disturbs people's dreams and is quite annoying.
But at this time, Wujiang listened to these cries that should have been annoying, but instead felt peaceful and gently closed his eyes.
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When I woke up, the sky was gray, I don’t know what time it was.
Wujiang stood down from the tree and saw ants rushing to move in groups, and the sky became full of evil and evil.
I'm afraid heavy rain is coming.
Wujiang looked at his coarse clothes. It was not fun to get wet and freeze in the middle of winter.
She flew to the top of the tree and looked far into the distance. There was a wooden house in the southeast direction. It was not too far away. She thought she could rush there in time. When Wujiang got down to the ground, she saw the little ants still humming and moving seriously. She raised the corner of her mouth and rushed Smiled at them.
"Little ant, let's see who of us can get there faster~"
The heavy rain poured down instantly, and Wujiang Pointing Tree used the force to shoot into the house like an arrow at the last moment. Unfortunately, the skirt was still a little wet.
She patted the hem of her skirt and looked around the house. In addition to a bed, there was a bundle of rope at the foot of the house and several hunting traps beside the table. This should be the house where hunters spent the night when hunting. A thin film had accumulated in the winter. Thin gray, Wujiang just found several pheasant traps and bird traps in the forest, which the hunter forgot to confiscate.
She walked outside the door and looked at the heavy rain, which made the branches crackle. She thought about going to the capital of Western Xinjiang next to see what was going on, whether the assassination was a big deal, and whether her head was plastered all over the streets of the capital. Portrait, can I walk sideways with my true face in the future?
Wujiang crossed his arms and leaned sideways against the door, thinking about his future plans. He looked at the rain scene with uncertain eyes, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a small white flower in the corner. It was trembling from the rain, looking like it was about to be destroyed by the ruthless wind and rain.
She got interested and went to the house to get some branches that were warmed by the fire. She ran outside and inserted them into the four corners of the small white flowers. Then she tore off a corner of her skirt and wrapped it around the four corners to make a small tent. She then stepped away. He walked away, leaning against the door with his arms folded, smiling to himself.
After the rain stopped, Wujiang removed the tent so as not to prevent it from receiving sunlight in the future. As for the future wind and rain, she couldn't control it and left it to its own destiny.
Wujiang finally arrived at Xixuan, the capital of Western Xinjiang, following the direction mentioned by Aunt Li before. The city's name was engraved on the city gate in bold and bold fonts.
Before Wujiang entered the city, he tried the drug in his baggage. He had an ordinary face and could easily forget it. She scattered her hair to slightly cover her forehead and eyes. There were sparse freckles under her eyes. Her nose was neither high nor low, her lips were neither thick nor thin. Her face shape could not be clearly seen because of the hanging hair. It was just a face without any features. After taking a look at it, I can't remember the ordinary appearance even if I try to think hard.
To be cautious, I even wiped my face with ashes and made a few moles. When I got close to Xixuan, I didn't see any wanted portraits of either of these two faces posted on the city gate. There wasn't even one in the city. It seemed like it was either the palace. The people inside kept it secret for some reason, or they didn't see the appearance of the assassin at all.
Wujiang was immediately relieved and found a secluded place to tear off the penis. This thing was not breathable and felt a little uncomfortable after wearing it for a long time.
She first went to find a normal place to stay and took out a gold leaf. The shopkeeper was surprised at first, but then felt that she was out of character and shouldn't behave like this.
It should be noted that Xixuan is the capital, which is different from other places. It is full of dignitaries, nobles, rich merchants, and people with money and status everywhere, but those people have their own considerations, or rather eccentricities, and this eccentricity There are all kinds of strange things, and they are all different. For example, because he felt that he was wealthy and could not recognize the sincerity of women, and because he felt that most women disliked poverty and loved wealth, he deliberately disguised himself as a down-and-out scholar and lived on the street selling calligraphy and painting. It was very strange. It was tragic that he later met a woman who admired her talent, bought her calligraphy and paintings, and helped her study to gain fame. The prime minister's son was deeply moved, and finally revealed his identity, creating a good story.
Another example is General Yanwu, who was young, fought on the battlefield, and killed countless enemies. After each victory, he would take time to perform on the streets of the capital. But one time he was recognized, and everyone, especially the young and teenage admirers, immediately surrounded him. There was no way out, so he had to use Qinggong to fly over the wall and escape.
Although this girl is dressed in coarse linen, her hands are as white as gelatin, as delicate as porcelain that can be broken by a blow bomb, and there is no obscenity or restraint in her movements. She is elegant and graceful. It is obvious that she is a young lady visiting incognito.
After seeing through everything, he very thoughtfully reminded the lady not to expose her wealth when she went out. Although she was at the foot of the royal city and paid attention to public security, there were many thieves and pickpockets, and they were very rampant.
Wujiang thanked him, put down his package and asked about the largest teahouse in the royal city. He was thinking about where to sit and met a stall on the way, shouting "Selling melons, selling melons". What kind of melons did Wujiang want to sell in winter? I turned my head and glanced at it. The melon was oblong in shape and had a golden shell.
"Girl, would you like some? It's snowed heavily in Western Xinjiang these days. These frozen melons are just dug out of the snow. They're just right to eat. You can buy them home and make them into cold golden silk. It's refreshing and quenching your thirst. It's crisp and tender. Refreshing and delicious!”
It sounded very good. Wujiang stretched out his hand and knocked on the outer shell. There was a thud, and he frowned, unable to tell whether it was good or bad.
"This is good." Suddenly a voice sounded, clear and clear, hitting the eardrums.
She turned her head and saw a man in blue, with clear brows and a hint of depth, and the bridge of his nose was slightly covered.
