Luo nine needles

Chapter 69

"Get on the horse," she said again.

Without any hesitation, the old man in the shop quickly walked to his granddaughter and got on his horse.

The woman urged her horse to stand in front of them, and said again: "Let's go."

The horse neighed, and the old man in the store galloped forward. He looked back and saw that the woman hadn't moved, her figure blurred in the wind and snow.

"Dare to ask the knight—name—" the old man in the shop shouted hurriedly.

Fengxue sent a woman's voice, fluttering softly: "Seven Stars."

Seven stars, the old man in the store muttered in his heart, the horseshoes galloped, and then saw the sword light shining, the stables collapsed, the horses neighed, and the officers and soldiers' horses galloped around.

The whole world was covered with snowflakes and fell into chaos.

But when it hit the knife, the snow on his face was no longer sharp and stinging, only cold.

The four of them swung their knives and fought out of the chaotic fog. Looking at the vastness ahead, there were horses galloping everywhere, and it was impossible to tell where the people went.

One swung his knife angrily: "Call the horses back."

Then someone raised his hand and whistled.

The other two hurriedly turned around: "Go and see Zhang Canjun and the others."

A few pieces of charcoal were thrown into the brazier, and Zhang Yuan fiddled with the tongs, splashing ashes.

The guard standing next to him covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve: "Boss, don't touch it, it's not a good thing."

"Charcoal is good charcoal." Zhang Yuan said, "What is bad is people's hearts."

He dropped the poker.

"I didn't expect to drug us in the brazier."

Generally, drugs are invisible and colorless, and they are thrown into food and water, but many are afraid of fire.

"This thief has some skills, he can make this kind of drug."

The guard covered his nose and buzzed, "Don't brag, you fell to the ground and hit the threshold, almost being knocked to death."

These words reminded Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan reached out and touched the back of his head, hissed twice, and glared at the guard: "Don't cover it, the drug is gone."

He looked around again, and saw that the soldiers and guards had already recovered, some were arranging their clothes, some were examining their injuries from falling down, and some were talking in a low voice, the medicine was not poisonous, it just made people faint, and they were soaked in cold water. Pour and wake up.

Fortunately, he was already on guard against things like incense, and kept the four people hiding in the prison car covered with their mouths and noses covered all the time, waiting for the thieves to deliver a fatal blow when they thought they could come forward.

Zhang Yuan looked at the four people.

These four people are not his subordinates, but masters found by the Hengcheng government.

"The old and the young still ran away?" Zhang Yuan asked.

Although there is no intoxicating fragrance, the faces of the four of them are also not very good. It is really shameful that the four of them joined forces and were escaped from the hands of the old and the young.

"Master Zhang." They cupped their hands and bowed their heads, "I am ashamed."

Zhang Yuan didn't care, and waved his hand: "Since we're here, we must be fully prepared, so it's not surprising that we escaped." Then he asked, "How many of them came?"

"Not much." One person said, "The old and the young are not our opponents. Just when we were about to catch another person came."

Zhang Yuan asked: "A person?"

"The wind and snow were too heavy at that time, and the man was tightly wrapped, so he couldn't see his face clearly, and he couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman." Another person replied.

"This man uses a sword." Another person said, and couldn't help sighing, "It's so powerful, we were forced to retreat without even touching his sword."

Zhang Yuan was not interested in this man's swordsmanship. He was an officer and soldier, and he never talked about fighting alone.

He looked at the wind and snow gradually dissipating and sneered: "There are quite a few thieves that have been attracted. You are prepared, but I don't have it?"

After finishing speaking, he turned to call the soldiers and guards.

"This bait has been used, let's move forward in groups."

"Let's see how capable Momen is."

The wind and snow stop at night, some people are clearing the snow, so as not to be inconvenient to walk in the next day, some people take advantage of the wind and snow to stop to buy, so as not to be frozen in the early morning of the next day, and some people are bored at home all day , took advantage of the wind and snow to stop and ran out to have fun.

Although Rencheng is not big, the winter nights are also very lively. There are people walking around on the street, the restaurants and teahouses are very warm, and the inns are also full of people who have broken through the wind and snow. They will not leave tonight.

"Did you see that? The officers and soldiers went out in the snow."

"I heard there was a fight outside."

"There are robbers."

"What kind of robber came to us?"

No matter how big the wind and snow is, it can't cover the spread of some fresh news. The store clerk is holding a teapot to refill tea for the guests, while listening to the fun.

"Is there a fight?" "Is the fight severe?" "How many people died?"

While listening to the excitement, another customer came in and called the shop assistant.

The shop clerk hurriedly turned his head to respond, and saw that the newcomer was taking off his hood in the hall. Although there was still a thick scarf wrapped around his neck and half of his face, his high bun, fair forehead, and willow-leaf eyebrows were elegant. The eyes let people know that this is a woman.

The woman was carrying a long and large burden on her back, which further accentuated her thin figure.

"Miss, do you want to eat or stay?" the clerk asked hurriedly.

"Stay here," said the woman. "The horses have been handed over to the man. I need a room."

The store clerk responded loudly, and led the woman inside: "There is hot water and a kang in the backyard, do you want some food? Our store has both northern and southern flavors."

The woman said, "A bowl of noodles in clear soup and a stack of pickled vegetables are enough." She took out some money and handed it to the store clerk, "Brother Hard Work, bring me a room."

This money can't be used up for a bowl of noodles, and the rest is naturally errand expenses. He is a generous customer, and the store clerk happily took the money: "Okay, I will deliver it to you personally, and I will ensure it is clean."

When he brought the food and knocked on the door, the woman opened the door again, and she had already unpacked her luggage.

"Girl, your noodles." The shop assistant said.

The woman took it with her hand, and the shop clerk passed her and looked inside, and saw a shelf in the room, which looked a little strange.

"It's an embroidery frame." The woman said, smiling slightly.

It turned out to be the embroiderer, and the workers were not allowed to rest day and night. The shop assistant nodded sympathetically: "I'll ask someone to send you an extra lamp."

Qixing used a long needle to pick in the lamp, and then placed the bronze mirror in front of the lamp, making the room brighter.

There was no Gundilong in the prison car, but it's not surprising, the government already knew the identity of Gundilong, so they must be on guard against Momen's accomplices.

Fortunately, it came in time, otherwise the grandparent and grandson would have lost their lives.

Now that the grandparent and grandson survived, the news must be sent out, and other people can also be warned to avoid being tricked.

The most critical question now is, where is the ground dragon?

She looked at the embroidery frame, her fingers lightly sketched on the silk and satin, and the oil lamp danced, casting shadows on her face.

After a snowstorm, the next few days were fine weather, and the snow on the roads melted.

Although there is no snowstorm like a knife, the road is muddy, making it very hard for those who are on the road, and even those with cars can't go so fast.

It didn't take long to see a car stuck in a mud hole.

This is a chariot and horses guarded by officials.

The car was stuck in the mud, two officials were pushing back, and two officials were pulling forward. With a few shouts, the car was finally pulled out, and the shoes and robes of the four people were also covered with muddy water.

"How can the road be so bad?" An official sent his foot to shake the muddy water, and shouted angrily, "This is the official road leading to the capital, can't the government below see it?"

"Stop saying a few words." Another officer glared at him, "It's not something we worry about. Be careful and punish you to build roads."

He emphasized his tone on us, how could a servant of the government below care about the quality of his official career, let alone complain about himself.

The officer looked around subconsciously, and saw that because they were pushing the cart and pulling the cart, the horseshoes trampled and splashed muddy water, and other pedestrians avoided it.

"I don't mean anything else." He raised his voice and said, "Isn't it because I am afraid that the escort lady will walk slowly, and adults are worried at home."

An old woman's voice came from inside the car: "Then stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

The officer looked awkward and didn't dare to say any more, the coachman sat down in front of the car, and the imperial horse drove forward.

Pedestrians on the road avoided the mud pit and continued on their way, discussing.

"Where is the lady?"

"It's not a low position to be escorted by an official."

"That must not be high, there are only four people."

But these are all irrelevant matters. It is also common for officials to escort the female family members of officials, and the passers-by discuss a few words and then disperse.

One of the passers-by with a basket on his back raised his hat, looked at the chariots and horses going away in front of him, and quickened his pace to keep up.

The trousers were covered with mud on the shoes that were wrapped in withered grass for easy walking, but if you looked closely, you would find that the mud did not make it difficult for him to walk.

With a basket on his back, he walked steadily and quickly, always keeping a certain distance from the chariots and horses in front of him.

When night fell, the carriage entered the post station. As family members of officials, they were naturally entitled to rest at the post station.

"Prepare hot dishes and hot rice." The officials told the postmen, "It should be delicate and clean, the pickles should be washed, and the meat should be stewed."

The postman hummed and dealt with it, watching the demanding lady get off the carriage, rather than walking down, it would be better to say being carried down.

The lady was wrapped in a thick cloak, which covered her from head to toe. When she got down, she was half-supported and half-carried by the stout servant to the room.

Is this lady sick?The postman thought to himself.

"Hey, do you remember what you said!" the officer shouted angrily.

The postman hurriedly retracted his gaze and nodded repeatedly: "Remember, remember, don't worry, poor master."

Only then did the officer nod his head: "Go." Then he ordered, "Let us know when it's done, and we'll get it ourselves, no need to send it away."

The lady was really seriously ill, and she didn't let outsiders get in touch with her, the postman curled his lips inwardly and answered yes.

As the postmen and the officials went their separate ways, the eyes that were looking at this side also retracted and disappeared into the dark night.

The post station is not quiet at night, people come and leave in the middle of the night, even if there are four officials guarding the door of this sick lady, they can't stop the noise, and because of being too sensitive, they have conflicts with people.

Those who go to and from post stations are all officials, and they have a bad temper.

"Why don't you let it go?"

"Whose house does this inn belong to? Yours?"

"Report your family name."

"I've been an official for ten years, and it's the first time I've seen a station that can't walk around casually."

In the corridor outside the door, there was a dispute between the officials because they questioned a person who passed by in the middle of the night. It seemed that there was going to be a quarrel, and other officials hurried forward to dissuade them.

Just as they were making noise, they heard a bang in the room, mixed with the screams of the servants. The four officials turned around at the same time, drew their knives and slammed into the door, and the room was in a daze. , like a fish.

"Caught!"

"Lights up!"

The room was lit up, and there were many figures on the ground. In addition to the four officials, there was also a servant woman, and a woman, or a man dressed as a woman. The stubble was shaking, and it looked extraordinarily weird in the night under the lamp.

The people who had quarreled just now were frightened by their movements, but when they saw the man and woman in the room, they even yelled "What the hell!"

The people in the room ignored him, and pointed their knives at the people in the iron net on the ground. The next moment, they seemed to find something.

"No." An official said, stepping forward and poking the man on the ground with a knife.

The knife pierced, but there was no blood, only straw scattered out.

"It's fake." The officer shouted, and then looked at the small window beside him, "I've been fooled!"

The few people in the room hadn't spoken yet, and the people outside the door who were still watching the fun laughed loudly: "I'm so ridiculous, what kind of trick is this?"

The officer in the room looked ashamed, turned around and ran out holding a knife: "Who are you! Are you an accomplice of thieves and bandits!"

The man was not afraid at all, and stretched his neck over: "Come on, kill me, who do you ask me, a dignified Xiaolian, who do I want to ask you, in the middle of the night, a man pretends to be a woman—come on quickly!" Ah—there are bandits pretending to be officials—”

The post station in the middle of the night became noisy.

Someone walked out of the station amidst the din, looked back, spit out a straw in his mouth, walked away quickly, and quickly disappeared into the night.

In the brightly lit towns, peddlers walking through the streets and alleys hawked loudly, and had everything to eat and drink.

"Shoe repair." A peddler shouted, carrying a load with straw sandals dangling on it. "Cloth shoes, fur shoes, straw sandals."

Shoes are something that can be repaired and worn as long as they can be worn. The shoe repairer’s business is very good. After walking on the street, he met customers not long after. On the other basket, holding a large needle, he pulled the grass rope neatly, and repaired the tangle on the shoe handed over by the guest.

"This is a trap." The guest whispered, crossing one leg, looking at the passers-by on the street, "Please don't come here."

The shoe repairer sighed: "Got it, it's well repaired, please try it, sir." He lowered his head and tried his best, and asked in a low voice, "Thank you for your trip, what's your name?"

The guest took the straw sandals from the cobbler and put them on, lowered his head and patted his robes, and said, "Meng Xichang of Nantang." Seeing the cobbler again, he smiled, "You don't have to thank me, if I want to thank you, I should thank the old man Dongtang tea, He reminded me that there was a trap, so I used the straw man to walk the road, otherwise I would be the one caught in the golden net of bone-shattering soul."

The cobbler rubbed Dazhen in front of him, and smiled naively: "It's good if you are good and I am good."

Meng Xi smiled, dropped a coin, and strode away.

Although it is good to say that everything is good, it is not all good now.

They couldn't save anyone, but they kept revealing their whereabouts, and this matter became more troublesome.

Meng Xi frowned tightly.

(End of this chapter)