Cao Baihu banged his head one after another and knocked on the messy sandy ground, as if he didn't know the pain.
Ye Wumian felt his head hurt just looking at it.
"Hmph!" Qian Qianhu turned a blind eye, ignored him, clamped the horse's belly, and continued on his way.
Everyone in Jin Yiwei stopped talking, but Ye Wumian fell into deep thought. All kinds of speculations about Zhang Daqiu, Luo Fanxi and Jin Yiwei were swirling in his mind one by one, constantly cutting and confusing.
The conversation between Qian and Tuesday solved his doubts about "why the envoy of Jinyiwei Town was interested in Zhang Daqiu."
But it caused even greater confusion:
"Why are the high officials in the capital interested in the master's affairs?"
It is said that once confusion is cleared, all karma will disappear. However, here in Ye Wumian, confusion is solved and hundreds of doubts arise.
Moreover, the suspicions have escalated, from Nanjing to Beijing, from the capital to the capital.
Ye Wumian vaguely felt that he was being sucked into a dangerous whirlpool. In the whirlpool, there is a danger hidden that can subvert his old understanding.
Luo Fanxi's death seemed to be getting more and more complicated. The further down the story, the more causes and effects would be involved. All kinds of connections that he could not imagine would appear one after another.
The look on his face gradually became serious.
"But at least there is good news." Ye Wumian soon felt refreshed, "Judging from the current situation, at least the Jinyiwei people, especially the governor of Nanjing, know a lot about the master."
"When I have doubts in the future, I might as well sneak into Nanjing, find the governor through the hands of Qian Qianhu, and ask for advice face to face."
My heart was confused for a while, and I stopped thinking about it all night, focusing on feeling the movement in Pipa's bones.
He could vaguely feel that there was probably only a thin line-sized hook left of the hook knife in his bone marrow.
According to the usual speed, Brother Centipede can swallow it up in half an hour at most.
But for some unknown reason today, Brother Centipede may have been working hard for days without taking a good rest to regain his energy. It may also be that he was out of prison and could not leave for a while to hunt for food, so he did not get food to replenish his strength. Brother Centipede's movements have become slower and slower. The more powerless.
If you don't feel it with concentration and exertion, the subtle movement on your back may be difficult to hear.
It is obvious that Brother Centipede is on the verge of exhaustion and exhaustion.
"Brother Centipede..."
Wu Mian's heart twitched, and he became more and more worried about this insect.
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect? In the past few months, one person and one insect have been together all day long, inseparable, and they have already developed feelings for each other.
Although he hoped that he could escape from this danger, he also didn't want Brother Centipede to make a mistake because of this misfortune.
It would be best if both the master and the pet can escape unscathed and continue to travel together in the rivers and lakes in the future. He feeds it earthworms, and it tumbles in the palm of his hand and hibernates in his hair.
Complement each other and enjoy the fun.
He really wanted to suddenly break the shackles, forcefully pull Brother Centipede out, and let him rest first.
It's a pity that there are people from Jin Yiwei on both sides. As he has considered before, before he can cut off the hook knife, the risk of doing so is extremely high. If he is not careful, all his previous efforts will be wasted and Brother Centipede's efforts will be wasted.
He couldn't persuade Brother Centipede to rest by shouting. Brother Centipede listened to everything he said, but he didn't listen to this advice.
Neither the left nor the right had any plans, and there was nothing I could do about it after a sleepless night. I had no choice but to let Brother Centipede fight his way to death, working endlessly on his back.
. . .
At noon, a group of people gradually left the eastern suburbs of Changsha City. In front of them, they were blocked by a river that was neither wide nor narrow.
Hundreds of households under his command asked Qian Qian for instructions: "Should we build a boat to cross the river?"
Soon after, a scout came to report: "Qian Qianhu has arrived at Liuyang River. The water dries up in winter. The scout team found a shallow beach near Mopanzhou. The deepest part is less than three feet deep. All the captains can cross the river without any hindrance." . It just needs to be turned southeast for five or six miles to get there."
Qian Qianhu nodded and said: "Since we can cross the river directly, why bother cutting down trees to make boats here! You and other scouts must first clear the obstacles near the shallow water beach to create conditions for all the captains to cross the river."
He also warned: "I would like to inform you, the scouts and flag commanders, that if you happen to encounter rapid waves and undercurrents while crossing the river, and thus injure the lives and property of your brothers, be careful not to save their skins!"
The scouts didn't dare to neglect, so they accepted the promise and left after receiving the order.
Qian Qianhu found a place with thick trees and a place that could store some warmth, and ordered hundreds of his subordinates to temporarily garrison the military village and set up a warning. He also ordered the school captain to set up a cauldron, set up a stove, and bury a pot to make rice.
They have their own lower-level military attachés such as the small banner and the general banner, and each of the officers and soldiers uses local materials, equipped with sharp axes and chisels, and cuts wood for wages.
After a while, green smoke rose, the heat lingered, and the aroma of millet, sorghum, okra, millet and other food rushed to the tip of my nose. I smelled it until I was hungry and growled.
At the same time, Qian Qianhu pointed at him and ordered: "Don't share food with him. If you cry out about hunger and thirst, feed him with water from the Liuyang River."
The two guards of Baihu did not dare to disobey, so they each responded with clasped fists.
Ye Wumian counted the time when Brother Centipede would bite off the hook knife, thinking that it would not be long before he would be free again. At that time, he would look for food and drink again, but he was not in a hurry for this moment.
So he just glanced at the back of Qian Qianhu's head and didn't say much.
Soon, the rice was ready to eat, and nearly two hundred Jinyi guardsmen and general officers began to eat.
Naturally, there is nothing elegant about this group of military men, and they are both miserable and miserable. Only Zhou Baihu is doing well.
Ye Wumian sat alone, secretly focusing on his back while no one was paying attention to him.
At a certain moment, he felt an itch on his back, and then something slipped and fell to the ground.
He was wearing a yoke, and his hands were tied in front of him, so he could not turn around to catch it. When he looked back, his eyes were blocked by the yoke again. So I had to move a little to the side.
Only then did Brother Centipede's body appear in sight.
The poor insect was lying straight on his back, his whole body already stiff. A large amount of gray-white iron filings slowly came out of the mouth and fell into a crack in the stone next to it.
The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry up until it turns to ashes!
Confused, a feeling of sadness surged up violently, and I almost cried out in sleepless nights.
A member of the household felt something unusual and came towards him to check with his rice bowl in hand. He quickly lay down on the ground, his whole body moved, and he rubbed a few rocks and soil with his feet, covering Brother Centipede's body.
"What are you doing?!" The hundred households shouted loudly when they saw that they were moving around all night long.
Ye Wumian allowed the sadness to come over, tears suddenly fell down, and she cried: "But it is bitter, sir! I have never eaten, and I smell the fragrant smell of your food. I want to eat but can't, and my stomach is full for a while." I was so hungry that I had no choice but to roll around on the floor to reduce my hunger."
The hundred households saw his tears coming at the drop of a hat, and the expression on his face was extremely bitter, and for a moment they just thought that he was really hungry.
