"Lord!" Zhao Yun roared up to the sky, his clothes were stained with blood, whether it was the masked man's or his own.
Zhao Yun's eyes were filled with tears, "Little Liu Biao, if my lord makes any mistakes, I will cut you into pieces."
"My lord was wounded by an arrow when he ran away. He will definitely not go far. These masked men are also going towards the lord. No, we must find the lord first." Thinking of this, Zhao Yun turned over and got up, and his whole body seemed to be full of energy.
With strength, he chased in the direction where Jia Rong disappeared.
After traveling for more than four miles, Jia Rong felt that the last bit of strength in his body had been exhausted. The long-term bleeding in his legs made him a little dizzy. He used all his strength to get up, cut off a strand of cloth, and gently
Wrapping it lightly around the wound, Jia Rong changed his course of action three times in order to prevent the masked man from catching up.
"Jia Rong, Jia Rong, what kind of general are you still in?" Jia Rong laughed at himself.
Fortunately, the weapons on his body were still there, and the wounds were treated a little. As long as the injuries were recovered, there was no need to return to Chang'an. Looking around, he found that he had walked into a woods. At first, he didn't feel anything. When the sun set, the woods
It was so gloomy inside that the hairs all over my body stood up.
The injury on the leg will definitely not be treated in a short time. The most important thing for spending the night in such a forest is to have a bonfire to prevent the wild beasts from approaching. The situation may be alleviated when they find the village at dawn, but
Thinking of the tragic situation in the village where he rested last night, Jia Rong became a little afraid of those simple villagers.
Next to the burning bonfire, I looked at the injury on my leg and wondered how long I could last. If the wound became inflamed, I would definitely not be able to walk far. In such a mountain forest, I was afraid I would have to wait for death.
That night, Jia Rong barely slept a wink. As a general, he also knew how to cherish his life, especially those in high positions, and he hoped that he could survive, no matter how difficult it was.
The next day, Jia Rong staggered on the path among the grass. Since Liu Biao was able to attack him repeatedly, the intelligence network must be extremely powerful. By walking on such a forest path, safety can be guaranteed, but the injury to his leg
It is getting more and more serious. It has been a long time since spring, the weather has gradually warmed up, and the wounds have begun to develop pus. This was a very serious problem in ancient times when medical technology was backward.
On this day, Jia Rong did not encounter any villages. It seemed that this place was isolated from the world. He did not even see a businessman passing by on the road. At this time, Jia Rong's clothes were ragged and his hair was full of dust and dirt.
, the green sword is still hanging on his waist, but it gives people a funny feeling. Only the occasional flash of light in his eyes can make people feel that he is extraordinary.
The injuries on his legs were getting worse and worse. He had to rely solely on his will to keep going, and all the weight of his body fell on the wooden stick in his left hand.
Not far away, a carriage came with billowing dust and smoke. Jia Rong was overjoyed and waved the wooden stick in his hand as a crutch.
"Stop!" A voice shouted from the carriage.
"Ask who he is?"
"Miss, you're just a beggar," the groom replied.
"Where does all this nonsense come from?" A dissatisfied voice came from the carriage.
"Who are you?" The groom looked a little arrogant. Facing the beggar, he felt very proud of his identity.
After all, this is not a time of peace. There are countless robbers and bandits on the road. According to his wishes, he can just drive the carriage and run over. Why should he care about such a ragged beggar?
Ten cavalrymen surrounded Jia Rong, pointing their swords and guns at Jia Rong.
Jia Rong sorted out his thoughts and said cautiously: "Actually, I am also a businessman. I didn't want to encounter robbers on the road and be taken to the den of thieves. Fortunately, I escaped cleverly."
The groom's expression relaxed slightly, probably out of pity for the poor man, "Miss, this man said he was a businessman and met a robber on the road."
The person who was called Miss by the groom gently opened the car curtain, revealing an alluring face. She glanced at Jia Rong and was about to close the car curtain when her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Give him a horse," the young lady said to the servant following behind her.
"Don't damage my horse, or it will kill you!" A servant said to Jia Rong fiercely, with a look of regret on his face.
Jia Rong repeatedly said yes and got on the horse. His skillful movements made the servants around him couldn't help shouting "Hello". He threw away the wooden stick in his hand and felt a sharp pain in his legs. Jia Rong was unsteady and almost fell off the horse.
It fell off my back, and for two days in a row, the arrow wound began to ooze pus.
"What's wrong with you?" a servant asked with concern.
"It's okay, I got a little injured in the den of thieves." Jia Rong waved his hand.
"I used to do horse business and learned to ride horses." The horse underneath him had no stirrups, which made Jia Rong feel a little uncomfortable.
The servants nodded.
Xiangyang County, in a small inn with a very simple layout.
"Jia Rong escaped." After looking around, a middle-aged man in linen clothes said calmly.
"Huh? Are you still in Jingzhou territory?" The wine cup in his hand was tightly held, showing the nervousness in his heart.
"He suffered a sword wound in his leg and it is impossible to leave in a short time. Xiangyang City seems calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent. The lord of the Xiliang Army also knows the strength of the Xiliang Army. He is probably going crazy. Jia Rong is on the border of Jingzhou
Assassination suffered."
"Hmph, Jia Rong, who disregards the dignity of the royal family and the family for his own sake, deserves to be killed. Anyone who can kill Jia Rong will be rewarded with a thousand gold. The money will be paid by the Kuai family. By the way, the Cai family and other aristocratic families will also want to
Keep beating, as long as Jia Rong dies, sooner or later the world will still belong to the Lord."
"The Holy One is currently in Chang'an. I wonder what my lord's plans are?"
The white-faced Confucian scholar smiled and made a beheading gesture, and the middle-aged Mai nodded with a gloomy face.
Jia Rong is like a dragon crossing the river. If he encounters a local snake in Jingzhou, he will only die. How can a family that has been in Jingzhou for many years be afraid of the general who is far away in Chang'an?
"What's the Ma family's attitude?"
The middle-aged man remained silent.
"The little Ma family dares to run rampant in Jingzhou. Let's see what they say when Jia Rong dies in the future. Then when the head of the Ma family shamelessly comes to beg me, hum."
Nono, a middle-aged man in Mai, said yes.
"What did Yuan Shu say?" the white-faced Confucian scholar asked.
"Yuan Shu said that he would also help him defeat Yuan Shao afterwards, and also grant him the title of king."
"You handle this matter and there can be no mistakes."
"No!" The middle-aged Mai asked, "My lord, Yuan Shu is greedy and greedy, and he doesn't have much talent."
"Don't you know that the reputation of the Fourth Generation and the Three Dukes is the aspiration of countless scholars?"
The middle-aged man understood, bowed and left.
The jolting horse didn't move forward for long before Jia Rong couldn't hold on any longer.
A servant pointed at Jia Rong and exclaimed: "Oh no, this man is bleeding."
Jia Rong smiled and said, "It's okay, it's the robbers. Just take a rest and it'll be fine."
The groom looked at Jia Rong with admiration. He could not talk and laugh freely even though he was so injured.
"Miss, the man just now was injured, does he need to take a rest?" Unknowingly, the groom's tone was leaning towards Jia Rong.
Jia Rong shook his head and said: "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. You guys go ahead and I'll be there soon." Being with such a strange convoy, Jia Rong didn't feel much sense of security. Who knows if the owner of the car is from Xiangyang?
It would be a big loss if he was recognized by soldiers in the city.
"Let him come into the carriage." The young lady's words made every servant feel like they were struck by lightning. It was unprecedented to be in the same carriage as the young lady. Many of the servants looked at Jia Rong with a hint of jealousy.
"Miss, this person is dirty all over, and I'm afraid he's not feeling well." The maid glanced outside the car.
"It doesn't matter."
In the carriage, Jia Rong kept his head lowered, not because he was under the eaves, but because he was afraid that people would recognize him. Pus flowed from his legs and filled the small interior of the carriage. The maid kept fanning the air.
Jia Rong also admired the young lady on the carriage for being able to endure being covered in mud and having pus flowing from her legs.
"Mr. Rong, how do you feel?" the young lady looked at Jia Rong with a smile and said.
Jia Rong was startled, knowing that his identity had been revealed. He raised his drooped head suddenly, and pulled out the green sword in his right hand with a "clang" sound. He took a quick step and placed the green sword on the young lady's neck.
Take advantage of the situation and hold it in your arms.
The maid screamed in fright at the changes before and after, and sat down in the slowly moving carriage.
"Miss, what's wrong?" the groom's voice came from outside the car.
Jia Rong signaled to the young lady with his eyes and shook his head. The green sword was pressed tightly against her neck. The sword was sharp and there was a trace of blood on her white neck.
"No, it's okay, keep going."
Although the groom felt something was wrong, he did not dare to step into the carriage.
Jia Rong pouted angrily at the maid, and then nodded when he saw her staying obediently in the corner of the carriage.
From the moment he stepped into the carriage to taking the young lady as a hostage, he was like a ferocious beast. A little carelessness could lead to his death.
"Hero, please let my young lady go," the maid said to herself as her body trembled slightly.
Jia Rong chuckled and said, "If you let your lady go, I'm afraid the next moment I'll beg her to let me go. Tell me, who are you?"
He lowered his head and looked at the young lady in his arms, and found that she was not afraid as expected, but was looking at him carefully.
"Who are you?" Suddenly feeling that the person in his arms looked familiar, he couldn't help but ask.
The young lady looked at Jia Rong with her eyes. She wanted to move her body, but the sword on her neck ruthlessly cut through the skin, soaking out traces of blood. Two tears flowed down along with the blood.
I felt flustered for no reason.
"Mr. Rong, it's me, the rich man from Xiangyang City."
Jia Rong lowered his head and looked at him. Apart from his clothes, he was indeed a rich man from Xiangyang City who had repeatedly made things difficult for him.
"You, you" the lady in my arms suddenly turned into an acquaintance.
"You, you two," the maid said with her hands on her face and her face slightly red.
The posture of the two was really ambiguous. At that time, it was for survival. Jia Rong didn't think about so many things between men and women. Now that things have calmed down, when he thought about the beauty in his arms, his mind was a little confused. The charming posture made Jia Rong burst into laughter.
