Chapter 89 Waiting for an opportunity to get out of trouble
"Let her go! I'll take you out!" Although she stayed in Shanhe Zhai during this period and didn't care about worldly affairs, she was still familiar with the internal structure of the palace.
Huo Zhongting nodded and said: "Zhan Qing, put her behind a tree!"
"Yes, General!"
Zhan Qing walked around the huge camphor tree and gently placed the frail and boneless Su Qin in his arms on the ground. Before placing her down, he spread a handful of thick grass underneath, and then put her down.
"Don't worry, someone will come to save you!" After saying that, Zhan Qing frowned sternly, got up and chased Huo Zhongting...
The dazzling sun hung high in the air with full heat.
But the backyard of Xuanwu Building was shrouded in deathly gloom and silence.
"Kill" Following Yelu Qingge's ruthless order, several Jiang and Song sergeants remaining in Xuanwu Tower immediately lost their heads.
The smell of blood hit their faces, and the merchants and dignitaries who had no time to disperse were so frightened that their faces were as pale as dirt and they were shaking like chaff. Some people with weak stomachs fell down on the mud and vomited.
Agula stepped forward and asked for orders: "General, let me go to the palace and search carefully!" The Beidi Palace is the residence of Yelu Qingge. It is heavily guarded. If a stranger breaks in, as long as he does not have wings, he will not be able to escape!
Yelu Qingge's gloomy black eyes quickly overflowed with a bloody rage. Stupid Huo Zhongting, how brave! How dare you break into the Northland Palace in broad daylight and trample on his dignity! He will make him feel miserable.
The taste of death, he will let the wild wolves in the prairie eat up his intestines!
"Go home!"
"General... the chief manager of the royal palace, Rasu Rong, asks for an audience!" Standing at the vermilion door was a panic-stricken Rasu Rong.
"Well...let him in."
"My lord...it's not good...my lord! That bitch slave of Mayne ran away with two people dressed as guards! There is also little master Qin, she and the maidservant are also injured!" Lasu Rong received the message.
I didn't dare to delay the news and quickly found Yelu Qingge to report back.
The unlucky person is always the one who reports the news!
"Whoa!" The shiny riding crop fell accurately on Lasu Rong's face with a burst of anger. The old slave's face twitched again and again, and he endured the great pain and continued: "The old slave asked Little Master Qin, what about
The two thieves are the generals of Jiang and Song Dynasties that your Excellency is looking for! Also, the purpose of their trip is to rescue May En!"
No one dared to guess how much frightening power was contained in the tall and tall body that stood upright like a pine at that moment. Agula was scared anyway, and he cursed Muren thousands of times in his heart. If he hadn't been eager to take credit and reward,
How could it be such a coincidence that Huo Zhongting took Mayne away smoothly!
"Where's Muren?" The hoarse and gloomy cold voice of hell made everyone present tremble in their calves.
Agula gritted his teeth, got out of the queue and replied: "Muren went to the pass as you ordered!" It may be the nature of the commander, no matter whether it is necessary or not, Yelu Qingge will always consider the details that should be taken into consideration.
"Send people to light the wolf fire on the top of Xuanwu Tower and order Muren to close the city gate!"
, that is the message sent to the soldiers guarding the city to quickly close the city gate if a foreign enemy invades!
"Yes, General!" Agula took the order and left.
There was a meaningful arc on Yelu Qingge's lips. He turned his horse's head, stared at the deserted alleys of Xuanwu Street and ordered: "Temu'er."
"The end is here!"
"Go to Sima Camp and capture Battle and bring him to the outer city tower!" If he couldn't catch the little woman, he would dig out Battle's heart and liver and sacrifice it to the flag today.
"Yes! General!" Temu'er was secretly excited. Now, he could avenge his cousin Daleng who died unjustly!
The afternoon wind, carrying the rusty smell of horseshoes, lingered on the faces of passers-by. The only exit leading to Jiangsong Kingdom was currently surrounded by an overwhelming crowd of cavalry sergeants.
The trade market at the border between the two countries is the hottest time for trading. There are bright clothes and horses, orchids and flowers. Mountains of silk and satin, and fine wines. The streets are full of people, and the flowers are enchanting.
The momentum...
Mei Liangchen, Huo Zhongting and Zhan Qing hid in the crowded market, pretending to be traders, squatting down from time to time to study the quality of the goods, taking the opportunity to avoid the attention of the black armored cavalry.
"Sir, it's not good! The city gate is closed! Look!" As the billowing smoke rose from the city tower, the heavy city gate slowly rose from the suspension bridge of the moat.
Huo Zhongting signaled Zhan Qing not to panic, because a large number of merchants from Jiang and Song Dynasties were still stranded in the north. Sure enough, when the merchants who were selling goods saw the city gate closed, most of them began to yell restlessly. "Damn, the city gate is closed again! I don't want to
Are you asking me to do business?"
"Yes, I still have half of the goods here waiting for buyers to take them away!"
"I have sold out, but how can I leave if I want to?" Someone sighed while stroking the empty large cargo box.
"The general has an order! Today, merchants from the Jiang Song Kingdom must take your customs clearance number plate and pass the gate inspection before they can leave the city!" "Customs clearance and sales are suspended today, and leave here quickly!" "Those who disobey the order will be killed!"
When the merchants saw the scimitars shining brightly in the sun, they could only sigh inwardly at their bad luck, and each packed up their goods and prepared to go home.
But just now, the merchant who was stroking the empty large cargo box and lamenting how he could leave was entangled by a handsome young man. "Do you still have your porcelain? I want to see the goods!"
"Sold out! No more!" The chubby merchant waved his hands impatiently, trying to drive away the ordinary-dressed boy.
The young man blinked his bright, dark eyes and asked, "Where are these? Are they sold too?" There were several celadon vases with obvious flaws on the simple shelves.
The merchant rolled his eyes: "I won't sell it!"
"Oh... forget it..." The young man clapped his hands and stood up to leave, but the merchant rolled his shrewd eyes and called him. "Brother, wait!"
"Well, what did the shopkeeper want me to do?" the young man asked in confusion.