Jiaohua

Chapter 1570: A Scout and a Deputy General

The expected death did not come, and a sharp pain came from the forehead.

The other party cut her forehead with a dagger, and a very deep and long cut appeared in an instant.

Lin Wumei quickly reached out to cover the wound, and blood flowed through her fingers and into her wrist along the torn skin.

Everyone nearby was treated like this. Some screamed and some fainted from fright when they saw their hands covered in blood.

These soldiers didn't care whether they were frightened to death or not. After waiting for a while, they kicked their shoulders and straightened them up to look at their faces.

Lin Wumei's hair was also pulled by someone again with great force, and the other party rudely wiped the blood on her face.

After looking at her face, Lin Wumei was thrown away.

But after the soldier turned and left, he suddenly turned back and looked at her face with a very fierce look.

Lin Wumei was shocked and wondered if it was those wanted warrants.

She raised her hands in a gesture of begging for mercy, and pleaded in pure Northern Yuan dialect: "Uncle Soldier, please spare my life. I really am not that woman. I mean the wanted warrant before, before that. I have been questioned by many uncle soldiers, but I really am not that woman!"

As she spoke, she fumbled with her trembling hands to pull out a small purse from her bosom and poured out some money, including Han copper coins and Northern Yuan Dynasty currency.

"Here you go, Uncle Bing, please let me go! I'm not that person, that person ran away a long time ago!"

The soldier snatched all the money from her hand and stuffed her entire purse into his own arms without even looking at her.

Lin Wumei breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no one at the scene who the soldiers were looking for, so they all left to look for the next target.

Lin Wumei looked at them and sneered in her heart.

  It is easy to imagine that if Ali was really hiding in such a crowd to listen to gossip, with her skills, would she let someone draw a knife on her face?

It should be the other way around, she stabbed each of these soldiers in the neck.

The actions of these soldiers are nothing more than a display of power and a disguised form of bullying.

Lin Wumei went back with blood all over her face. She dealt with it herself. Thinking of Chen Yongming, Lin Wumei thought for a moment, put down the medicine in her hand, and took out a small purse from the drawer.

The drawer was full of money bags, neatly arranged one after another, about thirty in total.

These purses were prepared by Ma Ningsheng after he arrived here. He said that this was the order of their second young lady. When one is out there, money is always a good thing and can be used in many places.

Moreover, he was not on guard against her at all. He just opened the drawer at will and took out the silver inside without worrying that she would run away with all the money.

Lin Wumei took a purse and went out to the clinic.

Everywhere you look on the street, you can see people with bloody heads, men and women alike. Except for very short children, almost everyone you see on the street is injured.

The Yixin Medical Clinic where Chen Yongming worked was located in the far west city.

Lan Ze City is not a conventional square city. It is very, very large. It is the result of the hard work of several generations of Northern Yuan people, and it is constantly expanding. How the city wall is built depends entirely on whether it can be expanded to the mountains and the lakes.

It would take Lin Wumei half an hour just to walk there, but she had money.

The horse-drawn carriages used by the Northern Yuan Dynasty had no carriages, and the only means of protection from the wind was a cloth held up by two wooden poles in front of the carriage.

As we were almost at Yixin Clinic, we saw from afar that there was chaos in front of the clinic. There were so many people gathered in front of the clinic that it was completely blocked.

Lin Wumei's eyes twitched violently. She took out her purse, paid the fare, and got off the bus early.

After some inquiries, Lin Wumei felt that she was doomed.

Passersby said that two men were targeted by several soldiers when they came out of Yixin Medical Clinic, and they were about to cut their foreheads with a knife.

The two of them started fighting right away.

He broke the soldier's neck on the spot, snatched the opponent's dagger, and killed the remaining soldiers, killing eleven people in total.

Now, these two men had just run away, and the bodies of the soldiers were still warm.

  Lin Wumei was anxious and didn't know what to do. Should she go to the front to take a look, or go back to find Miss Ali immediately?

After thinking about it, Lin Wumei decided to go to the front and take a look first.

It wouldn't matter if she didn't look, but once she did, her eyes went dark.

Although they were outnumbered and won a great victory, the scene was in a mess and confusion.

These two people ran away with bloody footprints!

No wonder Miss Ali wants to be a lone wolf. There are really few people in this world who can have Miss Ali's ability to stay out of trouble.

Soon, Lin Wumei calmed herself down. It was okay to have bloody footprints. Changing shoes in the middle of the journey was not a problem. Although their size was a bit large, the people of the Northern Yuan Dynasty were all tall and strong.

While comforting her like this, Lin Wumei turned around and ran back.

There were horse-drawn carriages everywhere on the streets of Beiyuan. Lin Wumei hailed one, paid more fare and asked the driver to go faster.

At home, Ma Ningsheng had just cooked a pot of mutton offal noodles and brought it to the girl who had just woken up.

Xia Zhaoyi is applying medicine to the wrist bone.

When she came down from Tao Daizhuo's roof yesterday, she was going too fast so she had to use her palms to support herself on the ground to stop, otherwise she would have hit her head against the wall.

There's nothing wrong with a bump, but it will make noise and make it easy to be exposed.

Putting down the ointment in his hand, Xia Zhaoyi asked Ma Ningsheng about the situation outside.

Ma Ningsheng said: "The Beiyuan soldiers were injuring people everywhere on the street. They would grab a person and cut him on the forehead, regardless of whether he was a man or a woman, old or young. People on the street were covered in blood, and those who were afraid of the pain fainted directly."

Xia Zhaoyi was silent. After a pause, she picked up the chopsticks.

Ma Ningsheng added: "Zhan Ning and Deputy General Zhao went to look for Chen Yongming. I wonder if they will be stopped by someone."

Xia Zhaoyi's chopsticks paused slightly, and the food that was about to reach his mouth stopped in the air.

"Yes," Xia Zhaoyi said slowly, "Based on their temper, they should have killed someone by now."

Ma Ningsheng was shocked: "What should we do? We..."

"Let's eat noodles," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the iron pot behind him, "Is there any left? If there is, go get a bowl and we can eat together."

Lin Wumei hurried back and saw the two people in the house eating noodles with a normal look on their faces. She was so anxious that her eyes turned red.

"Something's happened, Miss Ali, stop eating, let's run!"

She put her hands on her hips and told the story that happened in front of the clinic under breath.

Ma Ningsheng said, "Would you like to eat noodles? I'll bring you a bowl."

"..."

"Miss A-li," Lin Wumei stepped forward, "don't be in a hurry."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Don't worry, they look carefree, but they are actually very careful. Zhan Ning was a scout, and Zhao Ya is a deputy general, they are very smart."

Thinking that the person who followed them all the way to Qisan Mountain and almost wiped them out was Zhan Ning, Lin Wumei was speechless.

Indeed, after several encounters with him, I almost forgot that he is also a powerful figure.

Xia Zhaoyi continued, "As for you, the wound on your forehead needs to be treated. After you finish eating the noodles, I will help you sew it up."

"It's okay, Miss Ali, I'm fine, that's all."

"It's urgent. The wound is close to your brain. If it's not treated properly, it could easily damage your brain. And the wound is deep and could disfigure you."

Lin Wumei muttered, "I don't want to live anymore, so I'll just disfigure myself. Besides, I'm old now, and my appearance doesn't matter anymore."

Xia Zhaoyi said gently: "Appearance is always important. I don't want you to be stunningly beautiful. I just want a smooth and clean face."

Ma Ningsheng brought a bowl of noodles and put it down: "Eat it!"