"Not good!" When Feng Yong heard this voice, he felt something was wrong. Could this be true injury?
"Great!" Unexpectedly, when Zhao Guang heard this voice, he reacted much faster than Feng Yong and rushed out immediately.
By the time Feng Yong followed him around the corner and ran out of the road leading to the city, Zhao Guang was already running fast and shouting sincerely: "Sister, sister, don't fight again, don't fight again." Hit him!"
Feng Yong ran two steps quickly and saw the two women in the distance. One of them was leaning on the ground with a knife, and the other was half kneeling on the ground. The knife in his hand fell not far away. Both of them were working hard. He held himself up so that he wouldn't fall to the ground, panting and looking at the other person fiercely.
"Sister, please don't fight me again!" Zhao Guang rushed over and hugged Huang Wudie's waist, who was half standing, seemingly trying to stop her from going forward.
When Feng Yong saw such a scene, his tiger body... his small body trembled!
Damn it! Is there any such operation? I really underestimated this guy. Nothing else works, but this ability to seize opportunities is so hard to accept!
"Erlang, get out of the way, this is none of your business. She has already lost, hahaha... I must teach this stone girl a lesson today!"
Just by hearing this laughter, you can tell that Huang Wudie's character is as bold as a man's.
It's a pity that although she said she was tough, in fact she couldn't use any strength in her body. Once Zhao Wen hugged her, she couldn't move anymore.
Guan Yinping sneered and looked at Huang Wudie. Although she didn't say anything, the contemptuous expression expressed her inner feelings.
"Sister, sister, don't be impulsive." Zhao Guang repeatedly advised, "Let's call it a day. It's getting late. Let's get some rest and come back to compete again when we have time."
Damn, are you trying to persuade me? What does it mean to discuss again when you have time? How many times do you plan to come?
Although Huang Wudie was unwilling to give in, she was helpless, so she could only half-push and half-climb while baring her teeth and claws, and was half-carried and half-dragged by Zhao Guang, and pulled down the city wall.
Huang Ji's temper seems to be quite hot. I wonder if Zhao Guang can control it in the future?
Thinking like this, Feng Yong recalled the story of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun in Shu, and he couldn't help but sigh. Although the degree of openness of the Han Dynasty was not as good as that of later generations, it was better than keeping women at home. The dynasty was much better.
Seeing Zhao Guang and Huang Wudie disappear behind the horse trail, Feng Yong coughed dryly, approached Guan Ji, squatted down and asked with concern: "Ms. Guan, are you okay?"
When he said this, Feng Yong noticed that Guan Ji's hand supporting the ground was shaking slightly. It looked like she was having a hard time enduring it. He was shocked and quickly supported her.
Guan Ji didn't know whether she had support or because she really had no strength, so she immediately fell into Feng Yong's arms.
"Put me on the ground."
Guan Ji said softly, her voice no longer as cold as before, but even more quiet.
The waist in his hand was soft and warm. Feng Yong reluctantly put Guan Ji on the ground, ran to pick up Guan Ji's knife, and weighed it, which weighed about ten kilograms.
This kind of weight is nothing to hold in your hand, but to hold it in a fight with others for a long time, or to fight to the death, is extraordinary.
Picking up the knife, he just ran back to Guan Ji when he saw her body moving. He turned sideways, picked up a broken bamboo slip, and silently wiped away the mud on it. Feng Yong took advantage of the last afterglow of the sun to take a closer look and saw the words "Emei Dian" on it.
"Feng Langjun, can you do me a favor?"
After being silent for a while, Guan Ji did not raise her head and just said something slowly.
"Ms. Guan, please speak."
"Call me Sanniang, Erlang and Feng Langjun are like brothers, they are not outsiders."
"Oh, Third Lady, I wonder what you want me to do?"
"Can you ask Feng Langjun to help me look around here? How many intact bamboo slips are there?"
Thinking of the bamboo slips I picked up just now, they were smooth and heavier than ordinary bamboo slips. Guan Ji must have carefully selected the best bamboo slips to make them. Unexpectedly, this one was all her hard work these days. destroyed.
It got dark very quickly. Feng Yong looked around and found only four or five pieces that were intact. The rest were either chopped off or stepped on the ground and were worn to pieces.
"It doesn't matter, we can do it again in the future." Feng Yong comforted, "How do you feel, Sanniang? Can I help you up?"
"No need. I feel much better after resting for a while." Guan Ji shook her head and refused, supporting herself to stand up. She probably felt dizzy after sitting for too long, and her body swayed again.
Feng Yong quickly held her arm and said, "Sanniang, why do you have to embarrass yourself so much? Didn't you just say that I am not an outsider?"
Guan Ji struggled gently, but did not break free from Feng Yong's hands. She glanced at Feng Yong with a calm gaze, then lowered her gaze and turned her head, but she did not refuse again.
"Did Feng Langjun see it all?"
"What did you see? Oh, you told me about the fight between the two of you just now? I was always there."
This was the first time he had such close contact with Guan Ji. Feng Yong felt a little excited. Hearing this question, he said it without thinking.
After Guan Ji heard this, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she wanted to hold it back, but she couldn't help it. The smile began to spread on her cold face, like a stone thrown into the calm lake, causing ripples. Made waves.
"What I'm asking about is the words on the bamboo slips."
Feng Yong knew that he was a little stunned. He coughed dryly and said with some embarrassment: "I saw it. I didn't expect Sanniang to be able to memorize the entire article."
Probably because she didn't expect that Feng Yong was still so thin-skinned, Guan Ji hardly said a few more words: "That's not the whole story, it's just half of the article. I don't know when I will be able to read the full text."
"Well, I have to think about this carefully. When I think it all out, I will definitely tell Sanniang."
"Then I'll thank Feng Langjun first."
"Hehe! Speaking of which, I have been thinking about this these days. Unfortunately, I can only think of a few words."
"It doesn't hurt to say a few words. Mr. Feng, why don't you come and listen."
"I asked you when will you return from your journey to the west? I am afraid of the steep rocks and inaccessible mountains. But I saw mourning birds calling ancient trees, and male and female flying around the forest."
After Guan Ji heard this, she lowered her head and recited it carefully several times. A trace of red rose on her cheeks. Her eyes moved, she glanced at Feng Yong, then lowered her gaze, blocking her sight with her long eyelashes, and lowered her head. Voice: "Where's down there?"
"Down there? Oh, there isn't anything down there yet."
The sky had begun to darken, and the surroundings began to blur. Feng Yong did not see Guan Ji's face, but only made a small calculation in his heart: This time, when he goes back, he must think carefully about what is going on.
