When these three words fell in Lin Qiye's ears, they exploded like thunder.
In the history of Daxia, there is only one person who can be given this title... Huo Qubing!
Since Huo Qubing lived in this era, does it mean that this is the Western Han Dynasty?
He was actually brought to the Western Han Dynasty by the [Covenant]?
Lin Qiye looked in the direction where everyone was looking and saw that about four or five miles away from the city gate, a dense army had been stationed. Four horses stirred up dust and galloped towards the city gate!
At the same time, the people who were standing in line in front of the city gate, waiting to enter, automatically retreated to both sides, leaving a spacious road into the city.
The four figures on horseback gradually approached, and everyone finally saw their appearance clearly.
The leader was a young general wearing armor. He looked no more than twenty-four or five years old, but there was a perseverance and sharpness in his eyes that was not suitable for his age. Behind him, a bright red jersey made a hunting sound as the horses galloped.
"Sure enough, it's him..." Lin Qiye's eyes lit up when he saw that familiar face.
The Huo Qubing in front of him was almost exactly the same as the Huo Qubing he saw under the Guoyun Island. The only difference was that the young general in front of him lacked a trace of vicissitudes and depth in his expression.
Huo Qubing was riding a white horse, holding a dark iron rope in his hand. At the other end of the iron rope was a woman wearing prison uniform.
This woman's face was covered with dust and mud, and her appearance could not be seen clearly. Her pale prison uniform was wrinkled, her shoulders were covered with a heavy shackle, and her messy black hair was scattered on it. Her figure followed the horses.
The bumps and shakes slightly.
After that, there is a powerful lieutenant and a scholar wearing Confucian clothes and smiling kindly.
The four men stopped at the gate of Xue County. The deputy general rode up to the city wall and shouted:
"Where is the county magistrate?!"
The deputy general's voice was like thunder, so loud that it frightened the nearby people who were watching and took a few steps back. The soldiers above the city wall exchanged a few words, and one of them quickly rushed into the city.
Huo Qubing frowned slightly when he saw the reactions of the people around him:
"Yuwu."
The lieutenant general was stunned, coughed twice, and lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
A moment later, a round man in official uniform appeared behind the city gate and saluted respectfully:
"My humble position is Zhao Liang, the county magistrate here. What are your orders, Lord Marquis?"
The lieutenant cleared his throat and spoke as gently as possible: "Before sunset, prepare for me half a pound of rooster blood, three pounds of dried ginger, seven black dog teeth, and ten pounds of mugwort leaves... Oh, there is also a table full of good ones.
Food and drinks!”
"Rooster blood, dried ginger, black dog teeth, moxa leaves?" The county magistrate's eyes were full of confusion, "What does the Marquis want with these?"
"Tsk, if the Marquis wants to use it, just go and prepare it! Where is all this nonsense!" The deputy general's voice rose again, making people's eardrums hurt, and he said fiercely, "Is it possible that you, the county magistrate, don't want to do it?
!”
After hearing the second half of the sentence, the county magistrate's expression changed drastically and he immediately spoke:
"Yes, I will order someone to prepare now!"
"etc!"
A deep voice came, and the county magistrate looked back and saw the young general on the white horse speaking in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to drink alcohol during the march. In addition to those items, just prepare a table of good food."
"yes!"
The county magistrate and his men hurried into the city and began to search for the necessary materials for Huo Qubing and others.
Huo Qubing rode his white horse and walked slowly toward the city, followed closely by the deputy general and the scholar in Confucian uniform. Only the shackled woman remained where she was.
Huo Qubing frowned and said coldly:
"What? Do you want me to kill you now?"
An icy murderous intention was released from Huo Qubing's eyes. The temperature at the city gate dropped suddenly. A ferocious lightning flashed across the clear sky. The next moment, a thunder roared and exploded!
Stab——!
The sky was dimming, and when the people around saw this, panic appeared on their faces!
Sensing Huo Qubing's killing intent, the woman still wore the shackles and slowly followed the three of them into the city.
When Lin Qiye saw this, he wanted to step forward and call out to Huo Qubing, but after hesitating for a moment, he stopped.
In this era, Huo Qubing didn't know him at all. Even if he rushed forward and told a lot of future things like a prophet, he couldn't prove his identity at all. The things he knew were too far away and no one could confirm them.
Based on his understanding of Huo Qubing, it would be difficult to gain his trust in a short period of time.
The most important thing is that Wuquan's situation can't be delayed for too long.
Lin Qiye glanced at the pale Wu Quan behind him, and his figure disappeared instantly. He walked around the main entrance of the city wall and came to the edge of an unguarded high wall. He stepped hard with his feet and climbed dozens of meters directly.
High walls, entering the city.
The way he was dressed now didn't look like someone from the Han Dynasty at all. If he came in through the main entrance, he would inevitably run into trouble, and climbing over the city wall was not difficult at all for Lin Qiye.
As Lin Qiye disappeared into the city, Huo Qubing, who was riding his horse on the main road, seemed to have noticed something and turned his head slightly to look in the direction he left.
There was doubt in his eyes.
"Master Marquis, what's wrong?" the deputy general asked.
"...Nothing." Huo Qubing shook his head, "Let's find a place to rest first."
"The brothel is in that direction." The scholar in Confucian uniform said with a serious face, pointing to a tall building in the distance.
"What kind of building is Qing? You just want to be romantic, and you want to drag the Marquis with you?" The deputy general glared at him fiercely, "If you dare to lead the Marquis into trouble, I will chop you up!"
"Hey, hey, you are right. How can I be considered as leading the Marquis to a brothel when I go to a brothel with him? Besides, the Marquis is not young at all..."
"That's enough." Huo Qubing said calmly, interrupting the scholar's words, "The county magistrate has already found a restaurant, I'll go directly there."
"...It all follows the orders of the Marquis."
…
Within the city, Lin Qiye stopped in front of a medical clinic.
He walked quickly into it, put Wuquan on the table, turned around and said to the apprentices and doctors in the medical hall:
"Save people."
An old man looked at Wu Quan, who was covered in blood, and was slightly startled. He stepped forward and touched his body, and checked his pulse for a while. His face was a little solemn.
"Can I be rescued?" Lin Qiye asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, yes, but this silver..."
"Silver?" Lin Qiye touched his empty pocket, remained silent for a moment, walked straight to the door of the medical clinic, and locked the door.
He turned back to look at the people in the medical center, punched the ground into dense cracks, assumed a bully-like posture, and spoke viciously:
"I don't have any money, but if you can't save him, you can bury him together!"