The water gurgled and flowed in from the outside, but the wind inside the prison was even colder.
He Chuanjiang stood in front of the cell door. The iron chain hung on the wooden railing. The wooden bed inside was empty except for a shabby mat.
The two guards next to him were so frightened that they were kneeling in the water, their faces almost covered by the water.
"Sir, we really don't know when he went out!"
"We have been guarding outside all the time, and we have never left. It's no different from usual!"
"That's all," He Chuanjiang said calmly, looking at them, "I wonder how such an old and dilapidated cell could hold him. I was just careless."
The two guards breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, sir, we are indeed responsible for the poor supervision!" said a guard.
"Don't think too much, it's okay." He Chuanjiang said, turned around and walked outside.
Stop at the door, in the same position as before.
It was raining in the courtyard, and it was almost dusk. The wood over there hung down and hit the eaves, making a squeaking sound.
He Chuanjiang suddenly became calm as he listened to the voices over there.
Everything Ji Hong said that day echoed in his ears.
What Ji Hong said was very different from what the girl said. At first, Shang thought it might be because he didn't know that Minister Jiang had brought the baggage, but when He Chuanjiang thought about it carefully, it was not the case.
When he came here to see him that day, his words were really instructive, and he was very sure, calm and confident. Among the many things he said, the most important thing was that Ji Hong called them "waste chess".
It was this "waste chess" statement that completely defeated He Chuanjiang's persistence.
Now the girl said that they had not been abandoned, but the road was seriously blocked, and the people sent by Jiang Shilang were being chased and killed on the road.
He Chuanjiang frowned, his expression showing a sinister look.
Recalling how Ji Hong could be so confident in his demeanor and demeanor when he said that the Northwest Front was much tighter than here, He Chuanjiang could almost conclude that he must have an inseparable relationship with these pursuers.
"I want to find the body of a girl. Her name is Lin Youqing. She was born in the year of Jiaxu. She died on June 12th or 13th this year. She died in Longhu Hall in Zhaoyun Mountain, Chongyi..."
He Chuanjiang recalled this passage and raised his hand to stroke his beard.
It may be false. Maybe he just said these words to deliberately create a difficulty for them to increase the credibility of his words?
He Chuanjiang shook his head and didn't intend to worry about it anymore. He was suddenly happy and scared at the same time. Fortunately, the girl came before they left the city. Otherwise, he really didn't know what to do.
As for now, you should sort out your thoughts and then go to fight the rebels outside the West City Gate.
Ji Hong had actually left before Xia Zhaoyi entered the city. It was indeed easy for him to enter and exit such a prison.
He was now standing on the cliff, looking at the city gates east of Peifeng. Not only was there no movement, he even watched them being closed.
"This..." the middle-aged man next to him said in surprise, "What's going on? Why don't they come out again?"
Ji Hong's expression was solemn, and his previous leisurely and comfortable mood was completely gone.
"Sir." The middle-aged man looked towards Ji Hong.
The mountain wind blew their clothes away. Ji Hong picked up the bamboo hat on the side and put it on. He turned around and said calmly: "If you don't come, you won't come. There are accidents in everything. There is no accurate calculation in this world, only luck.
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"But if they don't come, then wouldn't we..."
Ji Hong said nothing and walked towards the mountain road. He did not need to say anything or explain anything to him.
The middle-aged man had heard about his temper. He sighed helplessly, turned to look at his men behind him, and said, "You ride back first and tell the young master what happened here and tell him not to come over."
"Yes!" His subordinates took the order.
The middle-aged man followed Ji Hong and got on the carriage parked at the mountain intersection. His men also got on their horses and ran out quickly.
At the same time, another group of people was stopping on the other side of the mountain.
Feng Ze ran first. After reining in his horse and stopping, he looked back at Shen Lie: "Master, it's really just these two days."
Shen Lie's horse trotted over and stopped.
The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the footprints on the ground and the ravines run by the wheels, and then looked up at the road ahead: "It seems that there are indeed a lot of people passing by, at least more than a hundred people."
"Maybe more than that," Feng Zesurong said, "Master, could it be the army?"
"Who do you think it might be?" Shen Lie asked back.
Du Xuan and Zhang Meng, who were following behind their mounts, looked at each other and shook their heads.
Shen Lie curled his lips and said in a cold voice, "Let's go. If you can't guess, don't guess."
Nowadays, everyone wants to take a bite of fat meat, and indeed everyone who wants to eat meat has such ambition, courage and means. If you really have to guess, you can't decide which one it is for a while.
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The sky was dim, the clouds were gathering, and there was a slight chance of rain.
Tao Yinhe personally sent Xia Zhaoyi to the back of the slope outside the city gate. When he saw Qingyun tied up, Tao Yinhe raised his eyebrows. There was a horse as she said, but thinking of her equestrian skills, I don't think it's strange either.
The long wind blew in the wilderness, bringing a biting chill.
The girl neatly took off the horse's reins and led the horse to the bottom of the slope. She stepped on the high ground and climbed onto the horse. She looked back at Tao Yinhe and said, "You can go back. Thank you very much."
Tao Yinhe frowned and said, "Miss Ali, are you really not going to stay in the city? I'll just send someone to pick up your friends. It's too cold for you to go back like this."
"That's not possible," the girl smiled and said condescendingly, "we can eat and drink outside, which is much more comfortable than living in your city."
Tao Yinhe laughed: "Before, the city gate was closed to prevent the refugees from entering the city. Now I want to invite you, but you refuse."
"No, it's me who refuses. Whether they are willing or not depends on what they want." After saying this, Xia Zhaoyi's face changed slightly, showing that he could not bear it, and said, "However, the refugees who were previously excluded from the city by you, now Nine out of ten of them are probably dead."
"The situation forces us to do nothing," Tao Yinhe said.
"I'm not blaming you, I'm just heartbroken." After saying this, Xia Zhaoyi had no choice but to laugh, then raised his hands and clasped his fists, "We'll say goodbye now, and we'll see you again when we are destined."
Tao Yinhe looked at such a little girl and felt that it was not simple, but rather interesting. He nodded: "Okay, Miss Ali, see you later."
"Let's go." The girl kicked the horse's belly, and the horse raised its hooves and walked forward.
Tao Yinhe still stood where he was, looking at the figure of a man and a horse in the distance for a while, then turned around and headed back towards the city gate through the water.
