More than ten miles outside the capital of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, there is a village called Xingshu Village. The village is not small, but it is too remote and almost inaccessible, so that it was abandoned more than 20 years ago. But wherever there is land, there are people.

It didn't take long for a few people who escaped from famine to arrive and settled down immediately. These people were honest and paid taxes every year without anyone urging them.

More than 20 people came one after another, got married and had children, and Xingshu Village became more vibrant.

Behind the village are mountains, which stretch endlessly.

On a flat land at the foot of the mountain, more than fifty riders were galloping.

“The queue is neat!”

Nan He shouted.

More than twenty people rode horses to watch from one side, with Yang Lue in the middle.

There is an archery target ahead.

"Fire the arrow!"

More than fifty riders fired arrows together.

Amidst the roar, the target was covered with arrows.

"How?" Nan He was a little proud.

Yang Lue said calmly: "There are some outstanding ones, but they are all too young. Lang Jun wants help, not novices. He will take them back to rob a batch of goods and see blood."

"Yes!" Nan He nodded, "We can't feed these brats without robbing them. By the way, apart from these adopted brats, the brats in our family will also have to see blood."

"It's time to see blood." Yang Lue said: "Over the past ten years, the more than 20 guards who followed me to Southern Zhou, except for one who died of illness, have all settled down here. Tell them, don't do it.

Forgot about Your Majesty and your husband."

"No!" There was a hint of gloom in Nan He's eyes, "The false emperor and his son are proud of themselves. Sooner or later we will be able to rush into Chang'an City and hang them."

A horse came galloping from the other side of the village.

"It's a letter."

Yang Lue first checked whether the seal was complete, and then took out the paper roll inside.

He opened the scroll and looked at it slowly.

After a long while, he looked up, with unconcealable joy in his eyes.

"What's the good news?"

Nan He asked.

Yang Lue covered his forehead and said, "Lang Jun is already a county captain of ten thousand years."

"good!"

Nan He's face glowed brightly, "If this continues, the day will not be far when Lang Jun will go out to take charge of the business alone. As long as we have a foundation, we can rise step by step."

He suddenly asked in surprise: "Unless it is a special honor, how can you be promoted from a bad commander to a county captain?"

There was something strange in Yang Lue's eyes, "Lang Jun actually saved the false emperor's concubine."

He galloped over.

"Practice!"

"Follow me and maintain formation."

More than 50 orphans who had been adopted by Yang Lue and others since they were young agreed to the promise and rushed over immediately.

In the afternoon, they gathered together and listened to Yang Lue and others' lectures.

"For the general..."

The lecture is completed.

During dinner, Yang Lue asked: "Do you remember who gave you the food?"

More than fifty orphans raised their heads and said: "Mr. Lang!"

"What to do?"

"Death for your husband!"

Outside, more than twenty guards who had honored the emperor sat there silently.

Everyone's eyes are full of longing.

as well as.

Bloodshot.

Like a bloody curtain.

…

Han Ying and Wang Shun have been in jail for several days.

"Lady."

Wang Shun couldn't help but feel a little scared when he heard the prisoners not far away shouting about injustice.

Han Ying sat there, her eyes dull.

"It's just vomiting and diarrhea. If someone dies, this matter can't be rectified." The more Wang Shun thought about it, the sadder he became. He patted the straw and said, "It would have been better if I hadn't withdrawn from Yang Shaofu. With his support... even if it was...

Even if someone loses his life, he will try his best to help us."

Han Ying said faintly: "He only gave me two choices at the beginning, either I get out or he gets out. What do you want me to do? Should I recommend myself to the pillow? But look at the proud look of the servant girl next to him, as if

It is a great honor for me to serve him..."

Wang Shun choked and said: "I am willing, but he doesn't like it."

Han Ying: "..."

Wang Shun said tangledly: "How about... Madam, how about I recommend myself a pillow? Maybe Yang Shaofu can save you."

Han Ying covered her forehead and said, "Stop dreaming."

Wang Shun lowered his head in frustration, "Madam, it would have been better if you had gone home."

"I won't go back." Han Ying said coldly: "Ye mother treats me as a commodity and sells me, isn't it just for money? Wait until I make a lot of money and go back with the money to ask them, do they still want to sell me now?

?"

"Your brothers didn't dissuade you?" Wang Shun asked.

Han Ying lowered her head, "No."

She raised her head and sniffed, "Women are not valuable, but I think I am. If I get lucky one day, I might marry a noble man."

Wang Shun accidentally hit her, "Madam, when a noble man marries a wife, he or she must be well-matched. Even if an ordinary woman enters a noble family, she can only serve as a concubine!"

"Can't you say something nice?" Han Ying's tears finally fell.

The fear that lasted for several days suddenly erupted.

Bang!

The door to the county jail was opened.

All the prisoners in the prison shrank inside.

Only the two newcomers, Han Ying and Wang Shun, were still sitting there.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Wow!"

Two women are crying.

Wang Shun cried and said: "Whoever can save me, I will marry him!"

Footsteps are approaching.

There seems to be some hesitation.

"Let them out."

Han Ying looked up, in disbelief.

Wang Shun raised his head and was overjoyed, "God has heard my wish..."

Yang Xuan turned around and left.

Later, Han Ying and Wang Shun appeared at Yang's house.

"Things have been cleared up."

Cao Ying received them in the front yard, "Someone has poisoned them, and it will only make people vomit and have diarrhea."

Han Ying couldn't help but ask: "Why did someone die?"

Cao Ying said: "The one who died was already terminally ill and came to die."

Understood.
To be continued...