After hearing this, Gong Yueyue was not unmoved. She was stunned on the spot for a moment. Du Ruotong grabbed her arm suddenly and asked in panic: "Will something happen to him? I'm so sad...so worried.
ah……"
Seeing a carefree and carefree man transform into a fragile, sensitive and troubled little woman, Gong Yueyue felt sour in her heart. While she was waiting day and night and suffering from lovesickness, how could Du Ruotong be the same? He Yong
Isn't this the case for Xiu'er's sister? Isn't it the same for the mother and wife of a family with millions of men in the military?
But no matter how much she felt the same in her heart, Gong Yueyue still had to force herself to stay calm and adopt a leisurely and optimistic attitude to comfort Du Ruotong: "Dreams are the opposite. You, you are not honest when you are pregnant with a child, you will always have random thoughts, don't you
Who has nightmares?”
After all, Du Ruotong was not as delicate as ordinary girls. After crying, she felt much more comfortable, so she rubbed her eyes and muttered: "I'm a little hungry."
"Well, just wait, I'll go downstairs and bring you some food." After Gong Yueyue said that, he put the pillow behind her waist, tucked the corners of the quilt, and then turned around and left.
On both sides of the dark and long corridor in the inn, whispers and laughter could be heard from time to time. Occasionally, a busy clerk would greet her warmly: "Mrs. Zhao, please walk slower and be careful of the stairs."
She responded with a kind smile and walked step by step towards the corner stairs, listening to the light and pleasant sound of her feet on the wooden floor.
Suddenly, a clear conversation came to her keen ears - "Saint, don't worry. Leave this matter to Altar Master Lin, and everything will be safe."
"Saint"? "Altar Master"? Gong Yueyue thought to herself that she had been hearing these strange and familiar words recently, and it seemed that... they were all related to the Ming Cult.
At first, she just looked in the direction of the sound and found that the conversation was coming from the room of the two female captives, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She was about to move forward, but what came next made her even more confused.
She froze in place, unable to take another step forward.
"Do you think Lin Mobai is reliable?"
"His sincerity towards the Saint is evident to heaven and earth. How can he be unreliable?"
"Lin Mobai", "Saint Girl"...
Gong Yueyue's brain was running rapidly, trying to recall what Zhao Changyuan had said to her about Lin Mobai and the so-called "Saint Girl". She remembered that Lin Mobai should be Lin Fan's son, and he would be the son of Lin Fan.
Zhao Changyuan tricked people into Mingjiao. She remembered what Lin Fan told him before Zhao Changyuan left this time - although Lin Mobai was in the Liao army, he was actually an undercover agent of Mingjiao.
She also remembered that Zhao Changyuan had described this so-called saint to her. Her name seemed to be Ang Yue, and... she had teased her pretty boy!
Thinking of this, she instantly became furious. All the fur on her body spread out. She raised her feet and wanted to kick in the door and sing "The General's Wife Tries the Vixen at Night." But as soon as she raised her feet, she immediately froze in mid-air, and finally slowly
Landed. Because the conversation she heard later pushed her from anger to the abyss of fear...
"But Zhao Changyuan is by no means a dull person. What if we see through him or don't go to the bottom of the Mingjiao Tower for the appointment?"
"Don't worry Saint, he will definitely keep the appointment. Unless he doesn't even want his own father."
Literally speaking, it seems that someone now wants to use Zhao Xiong's safety as bait to blackmail Zhao Changyuan.
"Okay, let's wait for the good show. Once the mechanisms and unique hidden weapons at the bottom of the Mingjiao tower are triggered, no one can come out alive. I want to see how tough Zhao Changyuan's life is."
Ang Yue's words reached Gong Yueyue's ears clearly and distinctly, like a sharp hidden weapon thrust into her head, her throat, and her frightened heart.
But the current situation before her was more serious than the previous incidents combined, at least to her. Because this time, the gangsters had thousands of troops, and the hostage was her Zhao Changyuan.
There were two choices before her. The easiest one was to kick open Ang Yue's door, pick her up from the ground, gag her, and take her to exchange for Zhao Changyuan's safety. Gong Yueyue's first thought was
This was the thought, but she quickly crossed out this option from her mind because she realized that this was not Guangzhou or Hong Kong in the first century, or any modern city covered by communication technology. In this
In a situation where transportation relies on walking and communication relies on shouting, every minute and every second is related to the safety of the husband's life.
She could not rush to the Orchid Valley Mingjiao Tower at the ideal speed with this burden that would not cooperate obediently. She did not dare to think that if she were a little late, she would end up in the dark ancient tower deep in the desert.
She found Zhao Changyuan's lifeless, cold body. She knew that Zhao Changyuan was not a fool, but she also understood how lethal an undercover rebellion could be.
She ran all the way downstairs and before rushing out of the door, she ran back to the shopkeeper who looked confused, took a pen and paper and left a concise and clear text message to Du Ruotong. The general meaning was that she had something urgent to do and had to go out.
I want Du Ruotong to wait patiently and not to worry about it. "Leave it to Mrs. Pan, Tianzi No. 2." She ordered, then hurriedly dropped the letter and left.
The shopkeeper caught up to him worriedly: "It's so late, are you going out?" Before Lu Ranqing left, she warned the innkeeper fiercely that if Gong Yueyue made any mistake, the Yuchi shop would be here from now on.
The territory disappeared.
Gong Yueyue ignored him this time, because at this moment, she had blocked all people and things from her senses. She rushed to the stable, took out the camel, grabbed a lot of camel feed, and packed
He grabbed a large bag of water, climbed up the hump while the waiters around him were dumbfounded, and ran towards Yumenguan without saying a word.
"Far above the Yellow River, there is an isolated city in the Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass." This poem "Liangzhou Ci" shows the lonely and lonely border at the end of the road. Even a grown man would not choose to watch the third watch.
Walking under this desolation in the middle of the night.
However, for Gong Yueyue now, it is absolutely impossible to wait one more minute, let alone wait until dawn before setting off. She is alone like this, with only enough water and food for the camels, and one person
The two of them lost their faith and embarked on a road with an unknown future.
The soldiers guarding the customs were already familiar with the general's wife who was waiting for her husband, so her exit went smoothly. Even the Tibetan customs soldiers did not embarrass her in the slightest. Perhaps these people would understand her in their hearts in a few days.
Silently thinking about one thing - if she had been stopped at that time... maybe, who knows?
But so what? Whenever these fears pop into her mind, she will ask herself - "So what?"
If the person who would rather go hungry than stand at the door of the house waiting for her to come home disappeared from this world...
If those eager eyes that followed her all the time were extinguished...
If the breath that made her so enchanted disappeared from now on...
If that big hand that always held her, no matter if it faced the Nine-Five Lord or the violent sea of sand, would never let go, it would never be able to be clenched into a fist...
If she could never hear that slightly silly sentence again - "Madam, you just gave me a father!"
If that body is full of scars, but he still hugs her with all his strength, protects her, and is loyal to her, his body will then turn into a withered bone...
If all this becomes true, then what meaning does this world have for her, Gong Yueyue? She may live on for the sake of her children, as she said to Zhao Changyuan. But it is just that life is worse than death.
to survive.
Besides, she always wears the dagger Zhao Changyuan gave her at her waist. She also wears the "love bulletproof vest" on her body at all times. Even if it is not used, it is still very warm. If she really encounters a bad person, with her ability
, and it’s not necessarily lifeless.
As for the sandstorm, during the few days she spent with Lu Ranqing, they taught her a lot of survival skills in this desert. The most important one was to avoid the eye of the storm based on the direction of the sand flow and wind direction, and predict the sandstorm in advance.
All of this seems to have been planned in the mind of this trainee inspector from a thousand years later. Even though she is rushing on the road non-stop, she is always prepared to deal with all kinds of sudden dangers or interferences. Who makes her always feel
I have evil in my life. In just thirty years, life and death, nothing has happened to me?
But this time, God seemed to be very generous and did not cause any obstacles for her along the way. During the day on the second day, it was also a gentle breeze, and even the sun was very reserved and hiding behind the clouds. The temperature was not cold, nor was it too cold.
The heat was just enough to keep her awake, clear her direction in this vast desert, and find her final destination.
When the incredible tower that amazed Gong Yueyue appeared in front of her again, she felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. Due to the severe lack of sleep, she was a little confused and even forgot how long she had been walking.
"Is it... still too late?" This was a question she didn't dare to face in her heart, but she had to face it.
She jumped off the camel and fell into the sand. In front of her was the main entrance steps of the Mingjiao Tower. Her vision blurred for a moment. To her, was this place just a meaningless scenic spot, or was it a tomb that made her heartbroken... She was very confused.
We'll find out soon.
When she climbed to the majestic stone door, she suddenly stopped, faced the empty and dark hall inside the door, took a deep breath, and spit it out heavily. "You must not be in there, you must not be there."
She whispered something like a prayer, then climbed over the high threshold without hesitation, disappearing into the deathly silence.
It was a winter afternoon, and although the sunlight streaming in from the window was not sharp, it was enough for Gong Yueyue to identify the direction. On a certain wall of this hexagonal hall, she could clearly see a staircase leading to the underground. (To be completed.)