Being thrown to the ground rudely, Jun Ci couldn't help but groan, and the sack was immediately opened.
Jun Ci, who was huddled in the sack, was a little confused and helpless, and finally pretended to be calm: "You... who are you?"
"Stop talking nonsense, write a letter to your home and ask your father and brother to send you three thousand dollars to redeem you!" A strong man with an ugly scar on his forehead threatened with a ruthless expression.
"Three, three, three thousand strings!" Jun Ci was so frightened that his face turned pale and his tongue was knotted, "My family does not have such a huge wealth."
She looked like she was about to cry.
"Just use the cloth from your home to pay for it." The strong man said coldly.
"Liu Cong, a native of Mengcheng, Matou County, Chongzhou. It is said that he is related to the Han royal family. I think he has a lot of wealth in his family. Is it worth buying your life for three thousand guan?" A refreshing voice sounded.
Jun Ci turned around and saw a man who was dressed incompatibly with everyone else. He was also dressed in ordinary fabrics, but with wide sleeves and a belt, which made him look like a learned man.
He has handsome features and yellowish skin, but he can't hide his broadness. He is a handsome man.
"I...my family is not related to the Han royal family, it's just a bit of bragging..." Jun Ci's voice became lower and lower.
The Han royal family has history hundreds of years ago. There are few people with the surname Liu who don’t brag like this. Didn’t the Liu family also exist in the Southern Dynasties? Do they keep saying that they are the orthodox Han royal family?
It was precisely because Jun Ci boasted about this that Huo Qingqu became more convinced after reading his talisman: "Write it, our head will send someone to deliver the letter to your home on your behalf, and we will also investigate your family situation. If you really want to take it,
If I don’t spend this money, I won’t force your family to be ruined..."
Huo Qingqu's tone was gentle. He paused here and then changed the subject with a sharp tone: "But if your family is rich, your life will be redeemed by more than three thousand guans."
The paper wrapped with the pen was thrown in front of Jun Ci. The strong man gently placed the inkstone next to her and glared at her: "Write!"
Jun Ci trembled with fright, opened the paper with trembling hands, dipped it in ink, and slowly wrote down the document asking for ransom from her family. Before she could even read it, the strong man grabbed it and handed it to Huo Qingqu.
After Huo Qingqu looked at it, he raised his eyebrows slightly. The leader, who had been silent until now, was a tall man about forty years old. He had a solemn expression and asked, "Fourth brother, what's wrong?"
Huo Qingqu did not answer, but looked at Jun Ci, who also looked at him with some fear and confusion.
Huo Qingqu looked up at Xiao Liu who was behind Jun Ci and winked.
Xiao Liu, who was throwing the flying knife in his hand, threw it with his wrist. The knife with only the length of his index finger flew out and shot straight towards Jun Ci. Jun Ci didn't seem to notice. The blade of the knife grazed her ear from behind, leaving a trail.
There were thin traces of blood, and the knife was inserted into the wooden table opposite, and Jun Ci was shocked.
Her reaction made Huo Qingqu fold the document and hand it to the headmaster: "Brother, let the second brother and the third sister go together."
"Yeah." Apparently the boss seemed to obey Huo Qingqu's words.
In just a short time, Jun Ci knew that Huo Qingqu, the fourth leader, was the backbone of this group of gangsters. Judging from his walking pace, his martial arts skills should not be high.
But this person should not be underestimated. He became suspicious of her just after reading her letter, and even ordered someone to test her. Jun Ci thought carefully about it, and found that she had put all her thought into both her handwriting and her choice of words. How did she make Huo Qingqu
Suspect?
Jun Ci naturally didn't know it was because of the cleanness and crispness of her words. Even if she tried hard to hide it, a person's habits and ability to express themselves are engraved in one's bones, and it is difficult to leave no trace.
Mengcheng is not far from the place where it meets the Southern Dynasty. It takes more than ten days to get back and forth from here at high speed. Jun Ci was naturally imprisoned. They were seeking money, not life.
Although she was imprisoned, she was given delicious food and drinks, including white flour buns and grilled meat, and even asked her if she wanted wine.
Holding back his saliva, Jun Ci shook his head in panic.
As a weak scholar, he should not be addicted to alcohol.
It doesn't hurt to take a sip, just because I'm afraid she won't be able to resist the urge to drink.
Probably because he was trying to find out that she didn't have the strength, he pushed her into the house without binding her hands and feet. The house built along the cave didn't even have a window. There was a stick-on door and window on the iron door, letting in the wind and light.
As Jun Ci looked around, she felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at her through the thick stone wall. She immediately understood in her heart and curled up in the corner of the bed, leaning against the two walls to seek a sense of security.
She did not move the food placed on the table, nor did she take another look.
In the room across the stone wall, the round-faced Xiao Liu stared at Jun Ci, then turned to look at Huo Qingqu who was standing in front of the window: "Fourth brother, she is very honest."
In Xiao Liu's view, there was no difference between this scholar and the scholars he had captured before. For some reason, the fourth brother paid special attention to him and even asked him to test him.
Huo Qingqu didn't seem to hear Xiaoliu's words. He unfolded the letter in his hand, which was written by Jun Ci.
Literati have a lot of red tape, so even if they are writing letters asking for help in times of crisis, they should not forget their roots as a literati. The first sentence will be an honorific such as "I violated the court precepts, and I suddenly menstruated", and then go straight to the topic.
Jun Ci, who was born in martial arts and had almost no correspondence with literati, did not have this habit, so she skipped this step.
This is where the flaw lies.
"Since Fourth Brother doubts her, why not..." Xiao Liu's eyes were dark and murderous.
"Xiao Liu, don't underestimate human life." Huo Qingqu frowned and scolded in a low voice, "We became bandits because we were forced to do so. If we don't control ourselves, we will fall into depravity. What's the point of suffering? How can we claim to be righteous?"
Xiao Liu lowered his head and pursed his lips in silence.
Huo Qingqu sighed: "You stay here and keep an eye on her."
After explaining, Huo Qingqu left the room.
Xiao Liu turned his head angrily and continued to stare at Jun Ci. He saw that she had pulled the quilt to cover her head at some point. He glanced twice and turned around to find a place to sit down, continuing to play with the knife in his hand.
After a while, he looked again. Jun Ci still looked the same, but he noticed that there was one less steamed bun on the table, and Xiao Liu sat back down again.
Before going to bed, Huo Qingqu came back again and asked, "Is there anything unusual?"
Xiaoliu pursed his lips toward the hole: "I ate two buns."
After saying that, I couldn't help but mutter: "You are as sneaky as a thief, you have to hide under the quilt even if you eat steamed buns."
Huo Qingqu also took a look, and after listening to Xiao Liu's words, he didn't say much, but just warned: "Keep a close eye."
Little did he know that he had only been gone for half an hour, and Xiao Liu felt extremely bored because of the unchanging posture of the huddled person covered with a quilt, so he yawned and fell asleep.
Jun Ci also took a nap. Only when you have enough energy can you do things, right?
He didn't set a time for himself. When he woke up, the moon was already in the sky. Unable to notice his eyes staring at him, Jun Ci piled up the quilt and pressed it against the iron door.