Song Erlang blinked his eyes and looked at the person coming.
Someone nearby wanted to make a fuss and laugh at the woman for imitating their general's behavior.
As soon as he started talking, Song Erlang glared at him and stopped him.
Song Erlang could recognize at a glance that the woman's face and lips were real injuries, not fake pig skin.
Thinking about it, the skin on his face felt a little hot.
He reached out and took it off, but the other party still saw it.
The reason why I made such a skin in the first place was because I saw a man in the barracks being injured like this. I thought it was scary at first glance, so I made a pile of them and took them to the battlefield.
In fact, it doesn’t have much effect…
The two armies met and fought bloody battles, their eyes were red from the bloodshed, and you didn't care what you looked like.
However, it is rare that one or two people are frightened occasionally, and what happens in that moment is a matter of decisive victory or defeat.
He made a lot of things. When one piece was broken, he would re-paste it and his skills became more and more sophisticated. For a while, he was still selling it in the barracks. As a result, he was taken away by the general and received ten blows.
Anyway, Song Erlang now feels that his face is a lucky thing, so he often carries it with him.
Everyone looked at Zhao Ning and finally gradually realized that the scar on her face was different from Song Erlang's, but actually existed.
The look in her eyes also changed.
Su Juren's fingers were trembling and he wanted to step forward and block her in front of her.
Zhao Ning stepped forward first, walking at the front, and bowed: "Good evening, sir. I didn't expect it to be so lively here."
"Who are you?" Qin Sanlang asked.
"Ah! Su Juren!" A servant girl saw this from a distance and shouted.
Hearing the sound, Aunt Feng and the others raised their heads and looked up.
"Do you know him?" Song Erlang asked.
Aunt Feng put down what she was holding and hurried over, followed by Mrs. Liang and Mama Yu.
"Su Juren, why did you arrive just now?" Aunt Feng asked.
When we were on the mountain, we didn't have much communication. On the contrary, there were some people who didn't like each other.
Now that I'm here, I feel a sense of intimacy.
Zhao Ning looked at the servants and women at the stable, searching the crowd with his eyes.
"Where is Ah Li, can he be with you?" Su Juren asked.
Aunt Feng and Mrs. Yu's mother, Liang, looked at each other and shook their heads gently: "No."
It's Ali again.
Song Erlang and Qin Sanlang also looked at each other.
"Ah Li left not long after she got here. She didn't say anything, she just said she wanted to go home," Aunt Feng said.
"Yes, she said that she always likes to walk alone." Zhao Ning lowered his eyes, "It's a pity. I have something to ask her."
"Do you know Ah Li?" Aunt Feng looked at her, a little frightened when she saw her face, "Who are you?"
"She is my master's wife. She has been locked in the dungeon for almost twenty years." Su Juren said.
Aunt Feng and the others were stunned.
Liang was surprised and said: "That dungeon on the mountain?"
"Yeah." Su Juren nodded lightly.
Several women looked at each other, unable to hide the surprise in their eyes.
Liang is still young, but he has been in the mountains for ten years.
Not to mention Aunt Feng and Mama Yu. Actually, they couldn't remember exactly how long it took, but it was definitely not less than twenty years, but they had never heard of such a woman existing in the dungeon.
"Did Ah Li really leave nothing behind?" Zhao Ning asked with some regret, although he felt in his heart that the girl's temperament meant that it was really impossible to leave anything behind.
The women shook their heads.
Yu's mother sighed a little: "She is a little girl, and she is still injured. I don't know how she will survive tonight."
"Then why didn't you stop him?" Su Juren asked.
"It can't be stopped." Zhao Ning said calmly.
She looked at Song Erlang and Qin Sanlang, and saluted: "I may have to rest here tonight, and I hope the military gentlemen will give me a place."
He speaks openly and openly, his eyes are clean, and he doesn't feel evasive or shameful because of the look on his face.
In order to avoid other bandits on the road, they hid again and again, and then carefully groped their way out of the land of wild beasts under the cover of night.
Su Juren once suggested tearing off the fabric from her clothes and tying it on Zhao Ning's face to cover her face, but Zhao Ning refused.
"I don't think there is anything shameful about me. This is my face. I will go out with this face, and I will cover it up after I scare the first person."
His arrogance and arrogance are the same as before, and they have not changed at all because of being trapped in a prison.
She is standing here now, with her shoulders straight and her back upright. Her long hair has been washed and cut in half, and it is still hanging under her hips. The ends of her hair are carried by the refreshing night breeze, and her wide sleeves are flying together.
This look seems to make people forget her age and ferocious appearance.
Aunt Feng looked at her appearance and pursed her lower lip slightly, feeling a little envious in her heart.
I never felt that there was any difference between people before, but now I know that some people can really overwhelm you just by their demeanor and behavior.
It has nothing to do with wealth or power, it is a kind of Tsinghua that comes from the inside out and is in the bones.
For example, Ah Li, who is only nine years old, or the ferocious-faced woman in front of me.
"There is some broth at the back," Qin Sanlang said warmly, "You must have come out of that village too. You have been worried all the way, and you probably haven't eaten much. Go and have a bowl first. You will be safe here. Others
There is no need to worry about it anymore, we, the men and women who protect our country and protect our country, will be there in everything."
Zhao Ning looked at him, his eyes flushed, and he saluted again: "Thank you, Master Jun."
"I'm not a military commander, he is." Qin Sanlang smiled and looked at Song Erlang aside.
"He is not a military master, but he has a good background." Song Erlang reached out and patted Qin Sanlang on the shoulder and said, "This son who sneaked out with me is the youngest son of our Lingnan and Jiannan Jiedushi.
"
Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked towards Qin Sanlang.
Qin Sanlang smiled slightly, with a slight blush on his face.
"Both of them are young talents." A deep laugh sounded from behind.
The man who had been sitting in the carriage supported the carriage and walked out slowly.
Two of the carriage's lanterns have been extinguished, and most of the light on their group has been lost.
Now that I look at it, many people are in a daze.
I don’t know what day it is today, but the level that has always been cold here seems to have suddenly become lively.
The people brought by this carriage were really tall, and the two men in purple were even more tall and straight, with slender and straight figures, and their handsome appearance was like stepping out of a painting.
Shen Xu fell to the ground and stood next to Shen Lie. The dark purple robe he wore was somewhat inconsistent with the current season, but he did not look hot, and the blood on his handsome white face was pale. One look at him revealed that he was ill.
Song Erlang thought of the word "suppressing bandits" they were talking about now, and when he saw him like this, he couldn't help but said: "Could it be that you are a military advisor?"
Shen Xu smiled lightly at him and looked at Zhao Ning.
"The Ah Li you are talking about is a little girl under ten years old, with bright black eyes, fair skin, a lot of black and blue on her face, red marks on her neck, ragged clothes, and her feet tied with grass?"
"Do you know me sir?" Su Juren asked overjoyed.
"She sold me some snakes, and we ate some snake meat on the way, so we were late." Shen Shu said with a smile.
