"Even if you are from Prince Jin's Palace, you must check what should be checked. Please wait a moment."
The soldiers guarding the city were not used to Jiachu.
As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. The soldiers who can guard the city in Lai'an County are not ordinary people. There is no need to pretend to be the guards of the Jin Palace, especially the servants, who are far away in the capital.
The waist badge of Prince Jin's Mansion is more useful than many road guides.
After checking clearly, the soldiers guarding the city quickly called on their companions to remove the obstacles blocking the passage.
Unexpectedly, two soldiers guarding the city had just stood in the middle, preparing to move the obstacles.
"drive!"
Jiachu suddenly shouted and clamped the horse's belly hard.
The horse jumped into the air, passed over the heads of the two defenders, and landed firmly in the cave of the city tower.
The two soldiers guarding the city touched their hair that was ruffled by the strong wind brought by the horse's hooves. They felt lucky for the rest of their lives that they were lucky enough not to be kicked to death by the horse.
They stared angrily at Jiachu, who was bullying others, and rode away, cursing in their hearts: He is just a lackey of the Jin Palace, but he dares to be so arrogant.
"drive!"
"drive!"
Jiachu didn't take it seriously at all that he had taught the two soldiers guarding the city a lesson.
To be precise, except for the tasks assigned by the prince, he did not pay attention to the people or things he met on the way.
Including the government officials who were chasing the beggar two feet away.
Naturally, it has nothing to do with him.
But what he didn't expect was that the majestic posture of the horse riding down the mountain was like a tiger descending the mountain. Not only did it not scare away the ragged beggar.
The beggar seemed to have the intention of having a fight.
"What a wishful thinking. If he dares to hit me, I will hit him to death."
After all, beggars are all refugees without household registration. They have no family members to bring them to court, and they will not get into trouble if they are killed.
But when he was away from home, Jiachu always kept his mission in mind, so he could avoid getting into trouble, and he never thought about getting into trouble, but if trouble came to trouble him, he would not tolerate it.
"drive!"
The mute guard watched helplessly as the familiar thousand-mile horse got closer and closer to him.
The yamen servant behind him was getting closer and closer. He opened his mouth but could only make a whimpering sound. Then he simply hit his head with his heart.
Only in this way can Jiachu's attention be attracted.
Until then, after he proves his identity as a member of Prince Jin's palace...
boom!
Before the mute guard could imagine what was going to happen next, when he was aiming at the place where Jia Chu stepped off the thousand-mile horse, Jia Chu, the leader of the secret guards of Prince Jin's Mansion, had already guessed the route that the opponent wanted to take the initiative to hit.
Faced with such a self-destructive approach, Jia Chu not only did not evade, but instead clamped the horse's belly hard, forcing the horse to raise its front hooves, and kicked the mute guard with both hooves. He kicked the man two feet away and smashed the bun shop upside down. cage, and then stopped.
He fell into a pile of white meat buns, his body twitched and he spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
"You dare to block the work of Prince Jin's palace, but you are still a fugitive being chased by the government officials. You chose to bump into me, so don't blame me for being rude."
Jia Chu finished speaking coldly, not caring about the life or death of the mute guard, and continued to charge forward on his horse.
Passing by a place where a wheelbarrow was being pushed, Jiachu glanced at the charred corpse covered with linen, frowned unconsciously, and did not slow down.
"drive!"
"Get out of the way, get out of the way! This is a member of Prince Jin's palace. Be careful, I'll kick you to death without repaying your life."
The onlookers who were beating the scorched corpses saw such a domineering Jiachu, they all dropped the stones and bricks in their hands and ran away with their heads in their hands.
As soon as Jiachu moved forward, the stones kicked up by the horse's hooves splashed onto the linen cloth of the charred corpse, and an arm that was not completely burned was drooped, and he could not take a second look.
"Woooo..."
Blood clots gushed out from the mute guard's mouth. He stretched out his arms in the direction where Jia Chu left, his fingers forming claws as if to grab something.
But eventually.
His eyes gradually became blurred, and he lost hope for life.
In fact, he should have expected that the people in Prince Jin's Mansion would treat a beggar like a dead dog, with no regard at all.
But he had no choice but to gamble with his life.
He lost the bet.
There is no way out.
"Mute, are you okay? Three officials, this mute is not a bad person, he is just a homeless man begging outside the city."
Before losing consciousness, the mute guard heard Mrs. Li defending him.
But when he saw Zhang Yamen approaching, with a look of horror on his face, he understood that he had implicate another person who was well-intentioned and wanted to help him.
What if that night, instead of killing the villager who came to put out the fire for him, he chose to trust the villagers and let them write a letter of love to the prince while the officials were not searching.
Will the ending be different now?
If Zhou An hadn't cut off his tongue, would he have been able to stop the people sent by Prince Jin's Mansion?
Before his death, the mute guard's last wish was no longer fulfilled, and the fact of Zhou An's death became known to the world.
He only hoped that Mrs. Li's family, who had helped him, would be safe.
The mute guard closed his eyes and fell into darkness forever.
Zhang Yamen took the meat buns off his body, took a breath, and shook his head at his two companions who looked nervous.
"The last one alive is also dead."
…
Zhangjiazhuang.
guest room.
Hua Yi slept until three o'clock in the morning. He gently rubbed his forehead, which was throbbing due to last night's hangover, and sat up.
He stared at the golden light that filtered in through the window paper and was dazzled for a long time. He remembered that because he was bored and listened to Shen Youchu chatting about home affairs last night, he took a few more sips of wine and threw himself on the table without even being able to eat the food. One mouthful.
He reached out and rubbed his empty stomach, feeling some acid reflux.
"Peaceful Wine is indeed well-deserved. I didn't even finish half a pound of it and I actually got drunk."
His body was still a little weak, so after he took in his breath for a moment, and his energy flowed through his body, the feeling of hangover finally disappeared completely.
"It's already this hour, why hasn't the kitchen sent any food?"
After staying in Zhangjiazhuang for the past few days, he was used to having food soon after waking up in the morning. Now the sun has climbed to the top of his head and no one has woken him up to eat.
This made Hua Yi wonder whether he had no use value in Ning Wushuang's heart, so this guy was ready to drive him away.
etc.
Hua Yi rubbed his forehead, which had stopped twitching, and recalled that when he first came to Zhangjiazhuang, he thought that apart from the time to change dressings, he would spend the rest of the time going to Hanshan Temple to drink tea with his friends and talk about life.
Suddenly I felt like I was being led by the nose...
Bang bang.
"Master Hua, are you awake? It's time to eat. We were all hungry because we were waiting for you to have dinner together. I personally cooked a bowl of hangover soup. Do you want to have a drink?"
Along with Ning Wuyan's voice, a tempting aroma of food hit his face.
Hua Yi suddenly felt that Ning Wuyan's voice sounded more beautiful than before.
"There are the fried mushrooms that I love, and the pickled fish that I picked up a few more chopsticks from last time? This guy is really attentive."
Just as Hua Yi put his legs on the edge of the bed and put on his cloth shoes, he suddenly realized a serious problem.
After he told Ning Wuyan about the efficacy of tobacco, besides treating his injuries, was there any need for him to stay in Zhangjiazhuang?
Moreover, the wound was treated and the dressing was changed. After the observation period, the bleeding stopped and scabs began to form. Next, the dressing was changed every day. After seven days, the dressing changed to every two or even three days. He stayed in Zhangjiazhuang again. , will people suspect that he is eating and drinking?
