It was so quiet in Stone City late at night that you could even hear a pin drop on the ground; in the courtyard of Wen Mansion in the north of the city, two carriages were pulling four or five large boxes, ready to go.
"Chief An, I'll excuse you from sending Lin'er to Jinling City this time." A woman in gorgeous clothes said a blessing to An Dafang.
"Don't worry, Madam." An Dafang climbed onto the dark-furred Dawan horse in front of the carriage in a graceful manner, and raised his fist towards the woman in fine clothes: "It's a matter of loyalty to someone who has been entrusted by someone; Dafang will definitely take care of Miss Lin'er. Send him safely to Jinling City."
"Brother Da Fang, Lin'er doesn't want to ride in the carriage." Wen Lin stood timidly next to An Da Fang's Dawan horse and asked, "Can Lin'er also ride on the black horse?"
"Of course." An Dafang held the rope with his left hand, leaned down slightly and stretched out his right hand: "Miss Lin'er, grab my hand."
"Yeah!" Wen Lin's soft, boneless hand grabbed An Dafang's palm, and her pretty face was immediately filled with shyness.
"Miss Lin'er, sit still." An Dafang exerted a little force with his right palm, and Wen Lin rose into the air and landed in front of him impartially.
Wen Lin's petite body nestled tightly against An Dafang's strong chest, and a refreshing fragrance hit her nostrils, making this strong-willed man unwilling to pull the reins.
"Brother Da Fang, aren't we leaving yet?" Wen Lin saw that An Da Fang had stopped moving and gently touched his right arm.
"Oh yes! Let's go." An Dafang came to his senses when Wen Lin touched him. He took a deep breath and waved to the servants in black beside the cart.
With reluctance in her eyes, the woman in gorgeous clothes watched An Dafang, Wen Lin and the carriage disappear into the night, but she didn't want to leave for a long time.
"How is it? Are they all gone?" Behind Mrs. Huafu, a man in his fifties with a face like jade and three strands of long beard walked out of the house quietly.
"Master, Lin'er is our heartthrob." The woman in gorgeous clothes wept secretly: "Are you so relieved that she will leave with someone else?"
"The head nurse is the person recommended by Mr. Zhou. You can definitely trust him!" The man in his fifties smiled and took out a piece of silk to wipe away the tears from the corner of the woman's eyes. His thoughtfulness was really enviable to others: "Mrs. Don't be sad, we will be able to go to Jinling City to meet Lin'er soon."
"Master Sha, where are you going to take him?" Tong Bo's eyes were tightly wrapped with a black cloth scarf, and he was held hostage by three men in well-dressed clothes.
"Hmph! Why ask so many questions? You'll know when you get there?" Sharba, who was walking at the front, said coldly without looking back.
"We have been walking for nearly half an hour, don't you feel tired?" Tong Bo kept making jokes with Salba all the way, but he kept the distance in his mind: "I am very tired."
"Instead of whether you are tired or not, you should worry about how long the head can stay on your neck!" Salba mocked.
"If you want to take action, why would you put in so much effort to bring me this far?" Tong Bo was not worried about his life at all. He was just guessing at Salpa's intentions.
"Hmph! The people who can be sent out by the Tingwei Mansion are indeed human beings." Salba suddenly stopped and knocked on the wooden door on the street a few times: "Huang San, am I right?"
"It's an honor for such a small person like me to have Lord Sha care so much." Although Tong Bo was fighting back, he sighed in his heart: "This Salba is really not simple. It seems that he has noticed me for a long time. ”
"It's so late, who is knocking on the door?" A voice of yawning could be heard in the house: "We are closed now, we have to stay in the hotel and get up early tomorrow."
"Boy, we really want to stay in a hotel." Salba stopped talking to Tong Bo and just said calmly: "And it only takes half a room."
"Your Majesty, why didn't you tell me earlier? Come in quickly." A young man in cloth heard the secret message and quickly opened the door with an oil lamp and welcomed Sharba and the others in.
"Boy, it's the same old rules." Salba waved to the three men behind him: "Take off his towel, and you can go and rest."
"Yes!" After receiving the order, these well-trained men in black did not say a word. They just took off the black scarf covering Tong Bo's eyes and entered the guest room.
"Sir, your guest room is still in the same place. Would you like..." At this time, the little boy
Er was completely sleepless and asked Salba diligently.
"No need." Salba interrupted the waiter's question: "Go and make a pot of tea. This friend and I have something to talk about."
"Okay! Please wait a moment objectively. I'll be here soon." The waiter ran to the back hall and tightened the cloth around his body.
"Brother Huang, please sit down!" Salba made an invitation gesture toward Tong Bo: "I don't like drinking, so let's have some tea."
"I didn't expect Salba to be quite generous!" Tong Bo was not polite. He looked at the inn carefully while walking to sit opposite Salba.
"Master Sha, you won't bring me here for no reason, will you?" As the two looked at each other in silence for a while, Tong Bo finally took the lead to break the deadlock.
"Hmph! You can't help but ask." Sherpa smiled secretly and cleared his throat: "I would like to ask you, don't you feel cold outside the guard room?"
"It's a bit cold, but it's worth it!" Tong Bo pursed his lips and smiled: "Because I'm not interested in you, sir!"
"Oh?" Salpa's eyes were slightly surprised: "Then you are interested in my friend?"
"Really?" Tong Bo mentioned Zuo Tianhao's originally lazy eyes, and a chill emanated from his face: "Master Sha, if you can tell everything you know, there may be a glimmer of hope!"
"Brother Huang, let's have a sip of tea to warm yourself up first." Salba looked at Tong Bo and felt a shiver run through his body, so he had to pick up the teapot brought by the waiter and pour him a cup.
"But, Mr. Sha is right! I can't protect myself now, and I can't seem to ask for anything." Tong Bo felt a little lost, so he raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Hahaha! Brother Huang worked hard because he was interested in that person!" Salba also laughed: "It's not that I can't reveal his whereabouts, it's just..."
"Just what?" Tong Bo laughed secretly in his heart when he saw Salba trying to adjust his taste, but he pretended to be impatient on the surface.
"But what can you give me in exchange for this?" Salba gently placed the tea cup in his hand on the table and stared at Tong Bo seriously: "And how can you win my trust?"
"What can I do to win your trust? It seems that there is none!" Tong Bo helplessly spread his hands: "Hey! I don't know what you are going to do with me?"
"Hmph! It turns out that your Excellency has been joking with me." Sharba burst into tears and shattered the cup in front of him: "It is not impossible to choose this place as your grave."
"Tch! With Salba's skill, even though he is no match for Zuo Tianhao, he won't be so embarrassed in front of him. It turns out that he has been putting on a show for me that day." Tong Bo waved his hand towards Salba and said with a smile, " Sir, calm down and let me finish what I have to say."
"Say." Salba's expression softened slightly, but he kept his right palm on the table, ready to go.
"I am very sincere in cooperating with you, sir." Tong Bo dipped his fingers in the water in the tea cup and wrote a few words on the table: "If you let me stay here for three days, I will definitely satisfy you."
"You?" Salba's face changed color, then returned to normal: "If you can really do it, then I will tell you his whereabouts."
"Crunch!" An Dafang had carried Wen Lin for several miles. The wheels of the carriage behind left deep marks in the soil. There seemed to be a lot of valuables in the boxes on the car.
"Drive!" Dozens of armored soldiers holding torches rushed toward the convoy like a whirlwind, surrounding An Dafang and Wen Lin.
"Brother Da Fang, I'm afraid!" Wen Lin looked at these fierce soldiers and tightly held An Da Fang's left hand holding the reins with both hands.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Lin'er, I'll take care of everything." An Dafang smiled naively at Wen Lin, holding the ring-head knife on his waist with the deerskin glove in his right hand, ready to fight at any time: "Who are you? Why are you blocking the way? The Jingwei Mansion’s security guards are here, why don’t you retreat quickly?”
"What do you want to do if you don't give way and don't speak?" An Dafang saw that no one of these mounted soldiers responded to his questions, and he couldn't help but feel sulky in his heart: "In that case, don't blame me for being rude."
"Hiss!" A sound of horses roared loudly, breaking the original tranquility; those who surrounded An Dafeng
The soldiers also slowly lined up in two lines. A young man wearing a white robe and silver armor came first, followed by a man in his forties.
"Wang Baihu, is this the person?" The young man in white robe pointed the riding whip towards An Dafang, full of vigor.
"It's this person." Through the firelight, sharp-eyed Wang Baihu saw Wen Lin on horseback: "Humph! Major General, the girl from the Wen family is here too."
"This man is Lu Shaolin of Long Jiejun!" When Wen Lin saw the boy in white robe, her face turned pale with fright, and she desperately pulled on An Da Fang's sleeve: "Brother Da Fang, please don't hand Lin'er over to him."
"Lin'er, don't be afraid!" An Dafang held Wen Lin's slender waist with his left hand, and pointed at the white-robed boy with his right hand: "Are you the Lu Shaolin who bullies men and dominates women in the city? As long as you, Mr. An, are here, I can't even touch Lin. The little girl has a hair on her head."
"Bullying men and dominating women?" Lu Shaolin, as the major general of the Long Jie Army, has always been supported by his sergeants, and no one dared to talk to him like this. After hearing what An Dafang said, he was furious: "Okay You are a thief, I don’t know what you are talking about, general; however, this woman must stay."
"Then I have to ask you about the knife in Master An's hand." An Dafang pulled out the shining ring-headed knife from his waist with a "chun" sound, showing a deep chill.
"Young General, this person is An Dafang of the Jingwei Mansion!" Wang Baihu learned the identity of An Dafang from a soldier and whispered in Lu Shaolin's ear.
"Oh? Hahaha!" Lu Shaolin burst out laughing after hearing Wang Baihu's words: "Who do I think you are? Originally, you were An Dafang, who was defeated by my elder brother Zhang Ye with one punch. The defeated general will return the favor. Dare to speak out? Get out of here quickly."
"You are seeking death." An Dafang was provoked by Lu Shaolin and became furious. He flicked the reins with his left hand and rode his horse towards him.
