"Madam! Master, he's not dead! Master is not dead!" Da Zhuang didn't have time to explain his injuries in the future, so he could only keep saying that Lian Guanlang was not dead.
The heavy body trembled violently, and Lu Ziyuan almost doubted her ears, "What did you say?"
"Madam, I'm really not dead. I was seriously injured. I still gave me water, but I was later taken away by a woman from the desert army."
"Taken away by a woman? How could this happen? Da Zhuang, why did you get yourself into such a mess?" Lu Ziyuan had a hundred thousand questions in her heart.
"It's good that you're not dead! It's good that you're not dead! This street is not the place to talk now, Sister Ziyuan, this person is not dead, so why go to a funeral? Go back and clear out all those mourning halls!" Bai Anlan reminded.
"Yes, yes! Go back, let's go back and evacuate the mourning hall. This person is still alive and it is unlucky to have a mourning hall!" He Chunmei nodded in agreement.
The people watching were very puzzled. Isn’t this a funeral? Why did a beggar appear halfway and carry the coffin back? It’s just that this is someone else’s business and no one dared to ask.
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The first thing the Lu family did when they returned was to quickly evacuate the mourning hall. Everyone moved quickly, but Lu Ziyuan was sitting on the chair. Not to mention how excited she was, she was not dead. Was this a surprise given to her by God?
"Tell me quickly, since Brother Guan Lang is not dead, why would anyone come to report the funeral? How did you come back?" It's not that Lu Ziyuan doesn't feel sorry for Da Zhuang, but selfishly, she really wants to know about Lian Guan Lang
current situation.
"That day, we were ambushed, the whole army was wiped out, and the food was robbed. That was when my face was slashed." Da Zhuang paused as if he was frightened, "The master was injured more seriously. I was called by the master.
When I woke up, the master's back was full of cuts and blood was oozing out. We thought that the food had been robbed and the desert army would leave. Who knew that when the master was giving me water to drink, we heard the sound of horse hooves again.
The master and I quickly pretended to be dead and lay back down."
"Then what?" Lu Lan asked anxiously.
Lu Ziwan's face turned as white as white cloth when she heard that Guan Lang's back was covered with knife wounds.
"Later, I saw a few desert soldiers coming back. They rummaged around on the ground, and then lifted up the old man next to me. After checking his pulse, I knew that the old man was not dead yet. It was fair to say that he was not dead yet.
Strangely, those Mo Jun soldiers were ordered by a woman. The woman asked someone to take off the old man's clothes and put them on the dead Mo Jun. Then she took out all the things on the old man and stuffed them into the dead man.
, the dead man’s face was so miserable that he could not be recognized at all, and then the woman and her men took the master away.”
When Da Zhuang said this, a grown man burst into tears, "I pretended to be fainted and was carried on someone's shoulders. When he saw me getting up, he mouthed me to keep pretending. When they left, let me
Come back to the capital to find you, madam."
"Who is that woman? Why did she take Brother Guan Lang away?" Lu Ziyuan was puzzled.
"Madam, I don't know, we haven't seen her either." Da Zhuang shook his head, then knelt down in front of Lu Ziyuan, "Madam, it was Da Zhuang who was useless and failed to protect the master, so Da Zhuang left.
At that time, I still swore frankly that I would protect the master. However, I watched helplessly as the master was taken away. It was also useless for me. I still had some money with me, but in the end, due to serious injuries, I passed out in the middle of the road.
In the end, no one stole all the money he had, so he was cured and begged for money all the way to the capital."
"Forget it, I don't care about your affairs. As long as I know that Brother Guan Lang is still alive, I will be satisfied. I can't help you. I can reach the capital without money." Lu Ziyuan looked at Da Zhuang sadly, "Hurry up and get down."
After washing up, you haven’t had a full meal for a long time, right? Qing Dai, go and boil some water for Da Zhuang.”
"It's already burned." Qingdai replied, her voice was hoarse when she spoke.
"Thank you, madam!" Da Zhuang stood up and followed Qing Dai.
"It's really hard for Da Zhuang. Look at him being frozen. His hands are all red and swollen." He Chunmei sighed, "God has eyes. God bless me. Guan Lang is not dead at last, Zi Wan."