Zhao Xueli and others were about to move forward, but Nie Shuang did not stop them. He just said, "I'm afraid there are still uncaptured bandits in the mountains. You should be careful."
Zhao Xueli responded: "We are waiting for you in front, sir."
After this incident, they still had to go to the Yamen to do paperwork, so they had to listen to the Yamen's arrangements later.
On the way back, Zhao Luoyang asked Zhao Xueli while leading the way: "Dad, what did you say to that adult?" She was referring to when she was looking at the charm value in her mind.
Zhao Xueli said: "Many people were injured tonight. I also asked Mr. Nie to help talk to the government office and treat everyone."
If the injury is not healed, if you continue to move forward, wouldn't it cost someone's life?
Zhao Luoyang said: "In addition to treating injuries, can we order anything else? Many people lost things tonight, and everyone suffered a lot."
It would be great if the government office could provide compensation. It would be best to give it to her and let her help distribute it, so that she could use the wealth in vain.
Of course... some are unlikely, but people should always hold on to hope.
Zhao Xueli shook his head and said: "I don't know, but some things can still be picked up. As for the things that cannot be picked up... we will try our best to talk about it when we see Mr. Nie again."
Zhao Luoyang continued: "Dad, when we were on our way, we saw someone being killed by bandits. Is there anything wrong with the people you brought?"
Zhao Xueli frowned: "Two of them are seriously injured, and people from the Yamen are taking care of them right now."
"Alas," Mr. Song, who was on Zhao Xueyi's back, sighed, "this is the best result. Before, I was worried that the government office's collusion with bandits could not be found out. Now that the Wuwei Army is here, there is no need to worry."
Zhao Luoyang originally wanted to ask about the Wuwei Army, but when he heard Mr. Song say this, he quickly asked: "Are the Wuwei Army very powerful?"
There was no need for Mr. Song to speak this time. Zhao Xueli said: "The war was very fierce. The great generals and Wanshengjun mentioned by our city storytellers are actually Prince Yu and the Wuwei Army."
Zhao Luoyang didn't go out much, but her father told her all the stories he heard. It turned out that the "Ten Thousand Victory Army" his father mentioned was the Wuwei Army, and the brave general Wang was Prince Yu. No wonder Mr. Song would
So reassuring.
Maybe she got so many charm points as a reward for killing the bandit because the bandit was a deserter from the armed guards.
Is the system biased towards the Wu Wei Army? Don’t you want the Wu Wei Army to be humiliated because of this?
Mr. Song was quiet for a while and then said: "It's a pity that the original commander of the Wu Wei Army, Prince Yu, died in the battle. Otherwise, the Wu Wei Army would have been on the battlefield long ago. How would they appear in a place like this?"
Prince Yu died in battle, and Zhao Luoyang had also heard about it. Such a big event had long been spread among the people, but everyone just talked about it. After all, a prince was too far away from them.
Zhao Luoyang came close to Mr. Song: "Sir, you said that Prince Yu died in the battle. Who will lead the armed guards now? Aren't they going to the battlefield?"
Mr. Song raised his eyebrows: "How did I know?"
Mr. Song said this, but he was sighing in his heart. I am afraid that the Wuwei Army will be dispersed and filled in various guard posts.
In the past, he had only heard some rumors. When he saw the heads of the armed guards here, he felt that this was most likely true. The imperial court asked every head of the armed guards to chase deserters. Isn't this killing a chicken with a bull's-eye?
This shows how to suppress the Wuwei Army.
Back then, he asked his students to defect to the Wuwei Army, and his son also wanted to visit Prince Yu's Mansion. Now look, everything has come to nothing.
After Prince Yu died in battle, Concubine Yu had no heirs. The emperor wanted to select a smart son from the clan to adopt as Concubine Yu, who would inherit the throne of Yu in the future.
This is to hold Prince Yu's Mansion firmly in the palm of your hand.
When Mr. Song thought of this, he looked at Zhao Xueli again: "It is the duty of the Wuwei Army to arrest deserters. They will investigate today's matter thoroughly. When things are safe, someone from the government office will come to ask you what happened tonight. You
As long as we tell the truth, no one, not the armed guards or the government, will make things difficult for the relocating people in this matter."
Zhao Xueli responded and looked at Mr. Song again: "When we catch up with the people in front, we have to take a look at the injuries on Mr. Song's body."
Mr. Song waved his hand and seemed very calm: "It's okay, it's just a skin injury."
Taking his arm back, Mr. Song couldn't help but grit his teeth. What happened to his arm? Why did it hurt so much? It felt like someone had pulled it hard and the bones were about to break.
After finally enduring the pain, Mr. Song found that the Zhao family girl was staring at him, as if she could clearly see everything in his mind.
What is this girl planning?
Zhao Luoyang said: "Master, you have suffered a lot of injuries, and you will need to make up for them later."
This is true, but Mr. Song always feels that this girl wants to sell eggs to him?
Zhao Luoyang did not press Mr. Song step by step, since the days ahead were long anyway.
After running all night, Zhao Luoyang could no longer walk. Seeing this, Zhao Xueli put his daughter on his back and moved forward.
After chasing for about half an hour, everyone finally saw the crowd still running for their lives in the distance.
Zhao Xueli told Zhao Xuejing: "You go find mother and the others first."
"Okay." Zhao Xuejing responded. The second brother and fourth brother were carrying people on their backs, but he walked faster with light hands and feet.
He had to send the news to everyone as soon as possible. If the bandits were caught, everyone could rest and not run away like this.
Old Mrs. Yang, who was among the relocation crowd, had not seen her granddaughter. She was filled with anxiety and kept asking her grandson beside her: "Did your sister really say that? Did she move forward?"
"Really," Zhao Yuan conceded, "exactly." As he walked forward, he still didn't see Ajie. He had already regretted it. He should have stopped Ajie instead of letting her go.
Old Mrs. Yang didn't know what to say, but why did her granddaughter disappear in the blink of an eye? When she found her little granddaughter, she had to teach her a lesson so that she wouldn't do anything wrong next time.
"Miscellaneous," Zhao Yuanrang suddenly grabbed Old Mrs. Yang, "Uncle Three is back."
When Old Mrs. Yang stopped, she heard her son shouting: "People from the Yamen are coming and they have captured all the bandits."
Everyone was relieved when they heard this.
"Auntie," the Niu family's daughter-in-law looked at Mrs. Yang, "is this your third son here?"
Mrs. Yang nodded excitedly.
After receiving a positive reply, the Niu family's wife breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.
Everyone stopped and some people collapsed to the ground.
Zhao Yuanji helped Mr. Tao sit down beside him, and then ran to meet his father.
There were other villagers who came back with Zhao Xuejing. Some people in the crowd found that their sons were back, and some saw their own men.
Crying could be heard among the people who were walking silently.
This is joyful.
After what happened last night and the many twists and turns on the way to escape, they didn't dare to think that the family could still get together properly.
God bless.
Not knowing how to express gratitude, some people knelt down and kowtowed.
There is joy and sorrow. Some people did not notice that their family members had returned and kept looking behind Zhao Xuejing and others.
Knowing everyone's thoughts, Zhao Xuejing said: "Let's come back first to report the news, everyone is behind."
"Brother Zhao, have you seen my man?"
"How is my son doing?"
"Is anyone hurt?"
A crowd of people gathered around to ask. Mrs. Yang squeezed forward. When she saw Zhao Xuejing, she couldn't care about anything else and immediately said: "San'er, go ahead and look for Sister Luo. Sister Luo is lost."
Zhao Xuejing heard what Mrs. Yang said and said hurriedly: "Mom, don't worry, the second brother is carrying Sister Luo on his back, and he will catch up in a moment."
Old Mrs. Yang couldn't help but be startled, what? Did she hear it correctly?
Mrs. Yang said: "Where do you think Sister Luo is?"
Zhao Xuejing pointed behind him: "Fourth brother, Sister Luo and Mr. Song are all behind. My eldest brother and I met them after we escaped."
Okay, she was deceived by her granddaughter. Mrs. Yang realized that Luo Yatou had gone to the front. She clearly saw Mr. Song being arrested, so she chased after him.
Old Mrs. Yang went to Luo Zhenniang: "Look, you don't discipline Luo Yatou on weekdays, but you have made Luo Yatou so courageous. If you dare to chase bandits today, you will not be able to go to heaven tomorrow?"
Luo Zhenniang said: "Mother is right, it's all my daughter-in-law's fault. My daughter-in-law is too soft-tempered. I hope my mother will help me more in the future!"
Usually, Mrs. Yang dotes on her the most, but she was afraid that she would be protected by Mrs. Yang just as she was about to say a few words of scolding.
Mrs. Yang took a deep breath and finally made up her mind: "Okay, I'll take care of it."
Zhao Xuejing seemed not to have heard anything. He lowered his head and lowered his voice: "That bandit... was killed by Sister Luo. If it hadn't been for Sister Luo, my fourth brother and Mr. Song would have been killed by the bandits."
"What?" Mrs. Yang and Luo Zhenniang were both dumbfounded.
Zhao Xuejing nodded: "It's true."
After a long moment of silence, Mrs. Yang suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Zhao Xuejing's face.
Zhao Xuejing cried out in pain: "Mother, mother... what are you doing? Slow down, slow down..."
"Does it hurt?" Old Mrs. Yang asked.
"It hurts...it hurts..."
Mrs. Yang blinked her eyes: "Are you not dreaming? Say what you just said again, what happened to Luo Yatou?"
When Zhao Luoyang saw her, her hand was still on his third uncle's face.
Are you here to look after Third Uncle's injuries? But Third Uncle's expression doesn't seem right.
Zhao Luoyang got off Zhao Xueli's back, ran towards Old Mrs. Yang quickly, stretched out his hands and hugged Old Mrs. Yang: "Mistress, I miss you so much. I was lost just now, and I thought I couldn't find you."
It’s your turn.”
Mrs. Yang's heart suddenly became weak. Her little granddaughter's head was covered with grass leaves and her face was smeared like a tabby cat. This pitiful appearance should be a source of pain.
"Nai," Zhao Luoyang continued, "I haven't lost my baggage, nor my money."