When he saw Wen Jirou again, Sifeng had been tortured by Xishi poison and only had half his life left. He fell on Wen Jirou's way to find the Twelve Dead Soldiers.
When Wen Jirou took over the twelve dead soldiers from the eldest princess, she wanted to have a backup plan for herself, so she secretly hid them in a small mountain village about five hundred miles away from Yunzhong City.
The mountain villages here are sparsely populated, and most of them are just old, weak, women and children, cultivating some sparse fields to make a living.
Zhao Shi was dead, and only eleven of the twelve dead soldiers were left. Wen Jirou asked them to pretend to be refugees. Some people entered the mountain village life, while others lived in the nearby mountains, pretending to be refugees. A hunter who lives by hunting.
At the beginning, the small mountain village was wary of these seemingly tall and strong men from outside. However, as time went by, it was discovered that they had no harmful intentions. Instead, they helped some elderly people farm their fields while living in the small mountain village. They came in exchange for a bite of food. Over time, they gradually accepted them.
At that time, they themselves could not have imagined that they would live in this small mountain village for nearly three years until Wen Jirou found them again.
Zhao Da seems to have been unable to remember what his homeland is like. Perhaps it can be said that they seem to have never had a homeland at all.
When he was very young, there were wars in various countries. He only remembered that he kept wandering on the desolate exile road. Every day, his ears were filled with the sounds of panicked fleeing and the sounds of galloping horse hooves and long knives chopping flesh and blood.
When I was young, I couldn't remember when I was separated from my family. I only remember that I relied on my petite body to steal some food among the piles of corpses or the wandering refugees, and survived.
Later, the war seemed to have stopped.
There was the sound of horse hooves pacing back and forth among the disabled people, as if they were looking for something.
A pair of black boots stepped in front of him through the ruins and blood. Those boots were so beautiful. To him at that time, they were so delicate that the blood on the road didn't seem to have stained them at all.
"Seems like you're still alive?" A young man's voice sounded in his ears.
He only felt someone pulling him and pushing the messy hair away from his face. Only then did he realize that the person standing in front of him was actually a young man.
The young man glanced at him with interest, but his voice was full of power like a demon, and he stretched out his hand: "If you stay here, you will inevitably die. Are you willing to come with me? I can I will give you a life of plenty of food and clothing, as long as you are willing to be loyal to me."
He was a little timid, looking at the boy in front of him who was only a few years older than him.
The young man was wearing a luxurious cloak, with a circle of pure white fur embroidered on the collar tip.
At that time, he was cold and only thought about such warm clothes. He also wanted one, so he stretched out his hand out of nowhere.
The young man smiled, his eyes very bright.
Later he found out that the young man was Jun Xi, the crown prince of Donglin Kingdom, who had picked up many children during those years of war and famine.
In the end, he and the other eleven children passed the hellish training and officially formed the Twelve Dead Soldiers, and Prince Junxi became their first master.
How many years will it be after that?
There was a coup in Donglin and the prince died. They followed the prince's concubine Xiao Changmeng and became their second master.
For so many years, they have never thought about whether what they did was wrong or right, and what was engraved in their bones was that they should complete the master's order.
Until Lao Shi was killed and Xiao Changmeng was arrested.
The white-haired man was like a hellish demon, trapping them tightly in the prison.
And Xiao Changmeng actually handed them over to him.
Not only he was puzzled, but his other ten brothers also didn't understand that the people who were still fighting for life and death yesterday would be their master today. However, the absolute obedience they had cultivated since childhood made them unfaithful to Xiao Changmeng. There was no resistance to the command.
But the white-haired man took them to this remote mountain village and let them live at sunrise and sunset like ordinary people. On the day he left, he told them that if they were needed one day, Then he will come back to them.
When Wen Jirou turned to leave, she sighed lightly: "I just hope this day doesn't happen."
Those words were so soft that only he heard them.
These nearly three years of dull time were unprecedented in their lives.
It was so dull that Zhao Da seemed to have almost forgotten his previous life-and-death struggle. Until that morning, as usual, he wanted to leave the village and go into the mountain to carry some firewood home, but at the foot of the mountain, he met a man. Passed out person.
The man with a bloodless face was really surprised when Zhao Da turned him over. Although he had not seen each other for three years, he still recognized him at a glance as the person who had been following the white-haired man.
And his appearance at this time was obviously poisonous.
The moment he saw him, Zhao Da knew that these peaceful days were probably coming to an end.
But the current situation did not allow him to think about anything else. He just quickly helped the unconscious Sifeng back to the hut where he lived to see if he could save his life.
Sure enough, that night, the white-haired man appeared in the small mountain village.
Zhao Da was not surprised when he saw the person appearing outside the door late at night. He just cupped his fists and saluted him: "Sir."
Wen Jirou frowned: "Are you injured?"
There was an obvious smell of blood coming from the room.
Zhao Da shook his head and wanted to speak, but found that he didn't seem to know his name, so he had to step back and make way for Wen Jirou: "My lord, please go in and take a look."
There is only a bed, a table and a bench in the house.
There is a person lying on the bed.
Sifeng?
A surprised look flashed in Wen Jirou's eyes, and she walked quickly to the bed.
Stretching out two fingers to explore his neck, Wen Jirou knew that he must be suffering from Xi Shi poison, so she quickly took out a delicate medicine bag from her arms, took out a green pill, and pinched it. He held Sifeng's cheeks and fed him in.
"Why is he here?" Wen Jirou said in a deep voice as Sifeng, who was in a semi-conscious state, swallowed the pills with his help.
"At noon today, he fainted at the foot of the mountain, and I helped him back." Zhao Da bowed slightly and replied, "Do you need me to wait when you come here this time?"
Wen Jirou's eyes flickered, and he stood up and turned to look at Zhao Da, who was standing not far away. He took off the cloak on his head, revealing his snowy silver hair.
"When I asked you to stay here, I really wanted to give you a peaceful life, but now..."
"Sir," Zhao Da still held his hands, but he knelt down with a plop, "The princess's life is based on your master. We have never had any doubts. These three years of peaceful life are all your reward. We, etc. I am deeply grateful. If your Majesty has orders, I will die before you die."
Although she said yes, Wen Jirou was a little shocked in her heart. Xiao Changmeng's team of dead soldiers were trained so loyally. If she didn't have too many weaknesses, she might not have been able to fight Xiao Yanjing for a while. If you don’t come out, whoever wins will lose.
"Okay, you inform the others immediately and set off with me in an hour."
After receiving the order, Zhao Da hurriedly left the house.
At this moment, Sifeng, who had taken the elixir, finally woke up, saw the person in front of him clearly and struggled to get up.
"You lie down first." Wen Jirou held him down, "The medicine I give you cannot cure the poison in your body. It can only temporarily delay his attack."
However, Sifeng grabbed Wen Jirou's hand on his shoulder and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, Lin Yu already knows that I have defected. He is afraid that the news has been spread back to the imperial city. I'm afraid that the Holy Emperor will guess it sooner or later." Get the news that you are still alive."
Wen Jirou said calmly: "He already knew it. He sent people to bloodbath Yunzhong City the day before yesterday."
"What?" Si Feng cried out in surprise, "Yunzhong City has been standing between the Jianghu and the imperial court for so many years. Although the Holy One has long wanted to eradicate it, now he completely ignores it?"
"The Sacred Heart is hard to fathom, how do you figure it out?" Wen Jirou said coldly.
"Master, let me go with you." Si Feng said hurriedly. The whole day after the poison attack, the strong pain felt like tearing him to pieces, but now this feeling seemed to be slowly disappearing.
The candles on the table became flickering, and the wax oil seemed to be gradually burning out. There was a sound of chirping outside the door, and Wen Jirou knew that it was Zhao Da and the others who were back.
He was a little hesitant, but he knew that the only hope for whether Sifeng's poison could be cured was Gu Jianghe. The top priority now was to resolve the current crisis first, and Sifeng's left-hand sword could help a lot. busy.
"Walk."
Without any hesitation, Wen Jirou raised her hand and pulled up Sifeng who was lying on the bed.
Just before the sky became bright, the group left the small mountain village silently.
The rooster crows and the sky becomes bright.
People in the village went out to work as usual, but they did not see the usually diligent Zhao brothers working in the fields. Some enthusiastic villagers were worried whether they were sick and wanted to run to their homes to take a look.
But the empty hut was unpopular.
There is no sign of anyone else.
In order to arouse unnecessary suspicion, Wen Jirou led twelve people from Zhao Dalian Sifeng to ride fast horses back to Fufeng County in batches, and finally returned to Wuding River outside Fufeng County on the night of the next day.
But there was no sign of a boat at the dock.
Wen Jirou's heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained unchanged. She walked carefully around the dock, and finally found the secret message Ranchen had left for him in an inconspicuous stone crevice on the shore.
They went all the way north along the Wuding River, and finally rescued Ranchen, who was attacked by a man in black, fifty miles away.
