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Chapter 151 Staff
If you disobey the so-called sacred decree, you will become a traitor and lose everything you have worked hard for.

This idea just turned in Li Xia's mind, and he suddenly thought of another point.

Under the protection of Ding Daquan and Jia Sidao, there are still people who can ask the holy edict to take him away. Is the other party a simple person?

So far, Li Xia doesn't care what the oracle is or is not.

He was sure that if he walked through the front door, he would die, or rather die.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to grab the knife and kill.

But more than ten people from the other side surrounded him, and he was also hit three times soon.

Before he had time to feel the pain or not, he killed another person and rushed through the encirclement.

The soldiers in the city of Lin'an in the Song Dynasty, when facing only one fierce enemy, more than a dozen of them were clumsy and panicked, and they couldn't stop him for a while.

Li Xia abandoned the knife, stepped on the large water storage tank by the alley, jumped, and climbed up to the top of the wall with both hands.

The tiles hit him on the head, and he braced himself up and climbed up the courtyard wall.

Another stab in the leg.

Li Xia suffered from pain, jumped into a mansion, and staggered along with his injured leg.

Suddenly, Qiao Ju came to mind.

In his mind, Qiao Ju was paralyzed by the railing of a tall building, talking non-stop, begging him to help stop the bleeding.

"Trust me, Zhao Song is not worth it..."

Now Li Xia is also covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, and suddenly has a different feeling.

The words once heard echoed again.

"It's easier for Mr. Xiao Lang to gain a foothold in the north. How about Song Ting, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stand out."

"You say you are not Yue Fei or Yu Jie, hmph, you are far from their status and ability."

"How many Beigui people have you seen who can make their mark in Song Dynasty?"

"..."

At that time when I heard that Yu Jie had committed suicide, I felt that this person was in a bad mood and could not resist with a heavy army in his hands.

Only then did I know what kind of desperate situation I was forced into?That's why he chose to commit suicide by taking poison.

Li Xia didn't understand why he was still thinking about these things at this juncture, but thoughts kept pouring into his mind, unforgettable.

He thought that he was only three or two days away from being appointed by the lowest-ranking civil servant in the Song Dynasty. At this moment, he learned a very profound lesson.

Even when he was trapped in the north, he was never forced into such a mess.

There were a few "clicks" behind him, and the pursuers had already climbed up the courtyard wall and chased after him...

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"Trash, a dozen people surround one person, and let him climb over the wall."

Quan Yongjian scolded, disappointed with his soldiers.

But that's what happened to the Lin'an soldiers who sang and danced, and it's not uncommon.

Quan Yongjian quickly accepted this, since Li Xia couldn't escape anyway.

"You turn over and chase; you go and guard the door... You, let everyone come out and surround this yard. Li Xia has already killed two people, so boldly search for them."

"Yes!"

"Whose yard is this?"

"My envoy, this is also King Rong's other courtyard, where the staff of the mansion are housed."

"That's better, go in."

Suddenly, a scream came from the yard.

Quan Yongjian believed that his subordinates had chopped off one of Li Xia's hands.

Soon, there was another scream.

Quan Yongjian walked quickly, walked around the gate into the courtyard, and rushed to the wall to have a look, only to see two corpses lying on the ground, which were his own again.

"Damn, it's pretty good at fighting, chase."

Walking along with the blood, all the way to a small pool, I saw three or five people looking around.

"Where's Li Xia?"

"The little people chased here, the blood is broken, and they are looking for it!"

Quan Yongjian stared at the pool and frowned, "Search carefully..."

However, after less than half an hour, Quan Yongjian had searched the entire courtyard, but could not find any trace of Li Xia.

"Impossible, this is impossible, the place is so big, it is impossible for him to escape under serious injuries... Where did he go?"

"Report to the envoy! A dog hole was found under the west courtyard wall, and there were traces of trampling on the surrounding grass, and found a drop or two of blood..."

"You guys, chase after!"

Quan Yongjian walked quickly, rushed to the vicinity of the dog hole to have a look, frowned, feeling vaguely wrong.

"Li Xia shouldn't have found this dog hole so quickly." He stood up, looked around, and then ordered: "Let all King Rong's staff stay in the room, and I will search for it myself..."

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With a "squeak", another door was opened.

Quan Yongjian saluted respectfully, and said, "Mr. Mengchuang, you are polite, this junior is hunting for fugitives."

"Cough...cough...the envoys don't need to be polite, the old man heard about this, so come in and search."

"Mr. Mengchuang is sick?"

"The old man was greedy for the cold after he came back from singing with King Rong last night, took a bath in cold water, coughed... caught some wind and cold, I'm afraid it will give you a sickness."

"The junior will send some medicine back."

"King Rong has given the medicine, it's boiling, come in and search, don't think the smell of the medicine is too strong."

"Yes." Quan Yongjian said: "You guys, search, be careful, don't touch Mr. Mengchuang's things."

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as you don't turn over the manuscript."

Quan Yongjian said again: "It's a coincidence that the younger generation heard someone sing Mr. Mengchuang's words the day before yesterday, 'Sorrowful thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, resentful songs are repeated, and the soul is dead', the younger generation cried."

"The detainees are just making self-pity words..."

The two chatted about poetry for a while, and the house was searched again.

"Envoy, no."

"Let's go." Quan Yongjian said: "Mr. Mengchuang, this junior will leave."

"No..."

Wu Wenying watched Quan Yongjian lead the people away, then closed the door calmly and bolted it.

He pushed the bookcase away, and struggled to lift the wooden board below. There was a big hole underneath.

Li Xia was curled up inside, her lips were pale due to excessive blood loss, but she was still awake.

"If you can't hold on, it's okay to take a nap." Wu Wenying whispered, "As long as you can trust me."

Li Xia didn't speak, but nodded.

The wound on his body had already been bandaged briefly. Wu Wenying helped him onto the couch, applied the bandage again, and threw the bloody blood strip into the stove where the medicine was boiling.

Afterwards, Wu Wenying took another bowl of medicine and fed it to Li Xia.

"Let's rest and talk about it later."

……

Li Xia fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he was much better.

He opened his eyes and looked, only to see Wu Wenying leaning on the recliner and dozing off.

The old man looked about five or sixty years old. He was wearing a shirt and a scarf cap. His face looked sad, with many and deep wrinkles.

Li Xia didn't wake him up, got up to observe the environment for a while, picked up a manuscript of "Meng Chuang Ji" that was being compiled, and looked at it.

After a while, there was a knock on the door outside.

Wu Wenying woke up with a start.

"Is the food here? Cough..."

He coughed, nodded to Li Xia, and walked to the outer room.

Soon, there was a conversation in the outer room.

"How's Mr. Mengchuang's illness? It's uncomfortable to be caught in the wind and cold in this sweltering heat."

"Yeah, is there still a search outside?"

"There are still a few people left, and others have gone further away. This is really strange. People can still fly?"

"..."

After Wu Wenying chatted with the visitor, she returned to the back room with the food and put it on the table.

Li Xia put down the collection of words in his hand, saluted, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for saving my life, sir."

"Old man Wu Wenying, his name is Junte, and his name is Mengchuang."

Li Xia had just read "Meng Chuang Ji" and saw a few famous sentences in it.

"Where to form sorrow, leave people's heart and go to autumn."

"People go to the swings to hang on the moon, and the horses stop on the willows and the wind blows."

Li Xia didn't know how to recite these words before, and he didn't know who the author was, but he had vaguely heard of them.

So I probably know that Wu Wenying is a poet handed down from generation to generation.

"Thank you Mr. Mengchuang."

Wu Wenying supported Li Xia, not allowing him to salute, and said: "When you were young, the old man saw you twice, and in a blink of an eye, you have grown so big. It seems that you don't remember?"

"Yes."

"Sit first." Wu Wenying supported Li Xia to sit down, and said: "You are injured, so you don't need to speak, but don't worry, your father Li Yong and Li Shouyuan were once my students."

He said, pointing to the bookcase, and said: "Four months ago, your father also hid here. Today, although the old man also wants to save you, it is a pity that he has no choice but to keep watching secretly. Fortunately, you Fortunately, I just escaped to this other courtyard."

The words "good luck" came to his ears, and Li Xia felt bad, because next time he might not have such good luck.

He hated this ignorant, completely passive situation.

I have to reflect on it, it's time to learn more methods...

(End of this chapter)