Heartburn

The fire was no longer as prosperous as it was when it was first lit, only a cluster of small and small flames throbbing tremblingly, reflecting everyone's obscure look.

The guards unanimously moved closer to me, and the group of people in black gradually tightened the encirclement-just hearing the "beep" sound of the sawdust bursting, as if the horn of battle was sounded, and both sides launched an attack at the same time.

Jiang Zhuo used a scabbard to slap open the still burning fire, and the debris filled the sky, immediately fascinated by the eyes of the man in black, and forced the head of the group to retreat again and again; taking advantage of this, she pulled me up to the ruined temple The door ran away, and other guards also covered us to evacuate quickly.

I saw with my own eyes a guard chopped over a man in black, and was wiped his neck by his accomplices. A strong smell of blood permeated under the night sky, and taught me to wake up my still-unclear consciousness steeply-if there were no such people to protect me, then the dead person would be me.

Under the extreme fear, the human potential was infinitely magnified. Under Jiang Zhuo's drive, I quickly followed her through the circle of men in black and climbed into the carriage; Jiang Zhuo did not get into the carriage with me Inside, he picked up his riding whip and drew the horse's hip fiercely.

Hearing a neigh of the docile red fox horse, it immediately shot out like an arrow from the string; the carriage shook, and I almost fell out of the carriage.

However, knowing that Jiang Zhuo was not by my side at this moment, and no one held me firmly in his arms to prevent me from stumbling, but I quickly reacted, supporting the wall of the car with my hands and stabilizing my body—in my heart. Yian: Sometimes people forced by the environment have to be strong.

Horseshoe stepping on the still damp and muddy road, the sound is sticky and procrastinated. It is very annoying in the night when everything is still unrecovered; and for people who are on the run, this sound is a signal that attracts trackers. No matter how far you go, this movement will not disappear, and the man in black can quickly lock onto the target, and stay behind, unable to get rid of it.

When I was anxious, I only felt that the curtain was pulled open, and Jiang Zhuo's voice with a slight panting came into my ears, no longer indifferent, but more exciting: "Your Majesty, the carriage goal is too big, it's better to ride a horse." , While pulling me out of the wagon.

As soon as I stood under the car, I saw the two guards who were riding horses jumped off their horses, got into the carriage one after the other, and left the car in the other direction.

——It was originally a plan to adjust the tiger away from the mountain.

Is it to confuse the audience and distract chasing soldiers?

But if they are chased, what will happen to them as bait... I don't want to think about it.

"His Royal Highness, please get on the horse." Jiang Zhuo hurriedly urged while pulling the rein in one hand, controlling the horse that was anxious because the owner had dropped it.

I looked at the dark horse that was planing its hoof impatiently, and the other guards riding on it, and swallowed hard.

I gathered my courage to step forward and was preparing to climb up the horse with his hands and feet, but saw Jiang Zhuo suddenly urging the horse under him to get a few steps closer to my side, and then picked up my waist with both hands, lifted me up, and sat down. In front of her.

——Oh, did she see that I can't ride a horse anymore?

Feeling that I was dragging my hind legs, I felt dejectedly and touched the horse that shook because of the weight of two people. I hated that I didn't exercise riding skills in my spare time.

If there is a chance, I must learn how to ride a horse... However, I have to wait for me to pass the catastrophe before my eyes.

This opportunity, I'm afraid it is very slim.

I heard the unowned black horse hiss sternly, raised its hoof suddenly, and rushed madly in one direction; I was taken aback, and faintly saw speckled spots behind it. Blood stains.

Jiang Zhuo casually retracted the dagger in his hand, winked at the other guards, pulled the reins, and rushed out.

"Your Majesty, hold on tight." She urged in my ear quickly, and then focused on the horse control; she embraced her hands around her waist, and her back pressed against her heartbeat, even if the future was uncertain. While fleeing, it taught me to feel appropriate and at ease-no matter what, as long as she is by my side, it won't hurt me... I firmly believe this.

Running with trepidation, from the darkness of the night to the light of the sky, it is a great test for people and horses, and it can even be said to be torture.

Fortunately, Yan Ke prepared for my trip with great care. Even the horses that the guards rode are rare horses, which can take us so far. Although my body is thin, it is also a weight. With two people and maintaining a super-high-speed Mercedes-Benz, it could not last long, and it is not easy to be able to persist until now.

Even if you don't know how to equestrian, like me, you can feel that the speed of this horse is declining significantly, and it will probably be its limit soon.

Enduring the bumps as if all the internal organs were shifting, I used all my willpower to straighten my waist, not letting myself lean on both sides of Jiang Zhuo's circled arms, which made it more difficult for her to control the horse-but before my eyes It began to blur.

I was in a trance, but I heard a guard happily say: "It's Siyang City!"

In order to get to Baiyun Valley outside Rongxi City as soon as possible, the motorcade abandoned the official road with more traffic, took a shortcut, went straight to Siyang, and then entered Rongxi via Zechang. It only took five days to get there. Baiyun Valley.

I encountered an ambush on the private road outside Guanlan City, and ran all night without repair, but arrived at Siyang earlier than the scheduled time.

The horse slowed down, and the city wall of Siyang City was close at hand. I could hear Jiang Zhuo's breathing gradually, and his tight nerves seemed to relax a bit. As long as they entered the city, those chasing soldiers could not be so blatant. Acting, our safety will be an extra layer of guarantee.

There are eight people left in our line. Although we have never worn the official guard uniform of the palace, the fresh-clothed angry horse is still dazzling; driving overnight is embarrassing, and entering the city like this will definitely arouse people's suspicion.

So everyone divided into several groups into the city one by one, and met in the largest inn in the city.

After booking a room and changing into clean clothes, I felt a trace of unreality of escaping from the dead.

We were so hungry, Jiang Zhuo and I asked for the private room on the second floor of the inn, and we were eating while waiting for the other guards to come and meet.

It’s still early days, and the city gate has just opened. There are not many vendors who come out to do business. Most of them sell early meals. They are more delicate and delicious than the less serious restaurants. I just took a few glances and threw myself on the table. In the early morning, Jiang Zhuo is more aristocratic and courteous than my prince. He chewed slowly and ate leisurely. He glanced out the window from time to time to see if he had a familiar face.

After a while, when I was full of food, a rhythmic knock on the door sounded — three long and two short, which was a signal that had been agreed upon.

He raised his voice to let in, and didn't pay much attention to etiquette, and pointed to the snack on the table to signal the first guards to start.

Several people sat down flattered, seemingly wanting to shirk, they were swept away by Jiang Zhuo's cold eyes, and because they were indeed hungry in their abdomen, they stopped being hypocritical, each holding their bowls and chopsticks, and ate happily.

Compared with the food they don't care about, but they seem to be just me, it is considered gentle.

After waiting for about half an hour, eight people finally gathered in this small private room-the bustling team at the time of departure, and now there are fewer than a dozen people with me.

Maybe even count the hidden guards hidden in the dark... but even I don't know how much is left of the so-called hidden guards arranged by Yan Ke who will not show up in the critical moment.

I picked up the tea cup and took a sip, hiding the bitter smile on my lips, but listening to the sound of a rocky gong downstairs, I accidentally knocked over the tea cup, and my clothes got wet.

Embarrassingly put down the empty tea cup that I had barely received, I thought of getting up and shaking the tea. When I saw Jiang Zhuo's mouth rise slightly, I was even more annoyed in my heart, and quickly turned my back to her.

As far as I could see, a team of officers pressed one person downstairs; the first officer carried a gong in his hand, and the movement that scared me just came from her hand.

The prisoner being escorted was wearing a tattered white prison uniform. The coarse cloth vamp had been worn out to expose his toes, and his hands and feet were handcuffed with thick chains of thumbs. It was inconvenient to walk. The guard behind her was always inconvenient when she slowed down. She gave a pitiful push, forcing her to stagger, describing it as miserable-she didn't know what serious crime she had committed, but she seemed to be exiled to the wild.

I was about to take my gaze back, and listened to someone beside me leaning on the railing excitedly, muttering incredulously: "Sister, it's my sister! No, it's impossible! How could sister..."

Jiang Zhuo suddenly got up and closed the window of the room, staring at the red-eyed guard and asked in a deep voice: "Bing Liu, can you see clearly? That escorted person is indeed your sister?"

"Subordinates are sure." The guard called Bingliu nodded sadly, seeming to be unable to support it, and fell back on the stool, still having difficulty facing reality.

——If I remember correctly, isn’t this Bingliu’s sister, the Xiangwei prefect?

According to how long I have left, she has actually fallen to the point of being dismissed and exiled!

Excluding Xiangwei's trekking to Siyang, I am afraid that she would have been sent off before I left Guanlan.

On the face of it, this Xiangwei prefect is considered to be an official of my Lingwang Mansion. Not to mention what she has committed, she knocked her off the horse without my approval. Isn't it just cutting off my gangsters and hitting me in the face? Is it?

First I was poisoned by Lidu, and then I took the opportunity to suppress my faction, and there were ambushes waiting to take my life on the road... If there is no connection between these piles, I don't believe it.

But, is this series of events really set by the woman on the throne?

Just thinking like this, my heart hurts.

If it is finally confirmed that this is the case, how should I deal with myself?

"Bing Liu, let's go," I took two silver tickets that Yan Ke had given before leaving, and handed them to her, waved with a sense of excitement, "The suffering of exile is hard for ordinary people to endure. If you have no family to protect you. , Your sister is afraid that she will die in nine deaths."

"His Royal Highness! It's your subordinate's duty to **** you!" Bingliu lowered his head and took a half step back, but his hands were clenched into fists on his side, showing the deepest struggle in my heart.

"The king ordered you to **** her all the way, not to teach her to have an accident on the road," I just stuffed the banknote into her hand, and I calmed down, pretending to be unhappy, "Why, don't you have to resist your orders?"

"His Majesty, my subordinates have nothing to pay for it! In the next life you will be a cow and a horse for your Highness to send!" She knelt on the ground, "Boom Boom Boom" and choked with three heads-I can't stop it, I can only She received her gift for life.

Waved her hand and motioned her to go quickly.

After a while, I opened the window and silently watched her galloping away on a horse-the sisters’ affection is so enviable.

"His Royal Highness, why do you want to drive Bing Liu away?" In silence, Jiang Zhuo walked to me and followed my gaze into the distance.

"Probably because... I can't get it, so I especially want to perfect others." I retracted my gaze and replied indifferently-even at such a critical moment, how much it would be to send the remaining support away from my side. Stupid behavior.

He returned to the room in a daze, leaning on the bed, feeling relieved, and the nausea that had been suppressed before resurfaced.

The whole night was bumpy, and the mood suddenly rose and fell, and my weak body couldn't withstand such a toss--it was the day when I had a high fever.