Chen Mo took Xiao Yanyu to the gate of Shengfeng City. It was almost dusk. He was going to spend the money he brought from the mountains to spend the morning in a better place. He saw many people gathered under the gate to join in the fun.
Among the common people, a few government officials who had posted the announcement had just left, and there was a half-hearted scholar who knew a little bit of ink, explaining passionately and generously to some illiterate common people.
Chen Mo took a look at the wanted poster that didn't look like him, and took Xiao Yanyu away from the lively crowd, not choosing to go into the city.
"Chen Mo, you are being rewarded, what should I do?" Walking on the road, Xiao Yanyu looked at the occasional people passing by and said in a low voice.
Chen Mo didn't answer. Being offered a reward was not a big deal. If he changed his clothes a little, not many people would pay attention to it. As long as he didn't go to a town where there was strict inspection. What he didn't expect was that Thirteen Niang and the others failed to do so.
After escaping from Black Tiger Mountain, according to the notice, it can be said that the entire army was destroyed.
This thing is so strange. They all rushed out, so how could they all be defeated? Then there is a possibility that they were ambushed. What kind of ambush can allow people like Thirteen Niang to escape?
Not coming out?
"Chen Mo, what am I asking you?" Xiao Yanyu asked again impatiently while holding the sleeping black circle. She never mentioned other things she heard and saw.
Chen Mo stopped, tightened the bag on his back, and said, "It's very dangerous there."
Xiao Yanyu remained silent.
"We can only take a look at it from a distance, there is nothing we can do."
Xiao Yanyu still didn't speak.
"Let's go." Chen Mo squatted down and motioned for her to get on his back.
Xiao Yanyu lay on Chen Mo's back, hugged his neck tightly, and said, "Can we catch up?"
"I don't know, I have to ask for directions and grab a horse by the way."
"We have money, can't we buy one?"
"Don't you hate her?"
"Let's go, it's getting dark."
Chen Mo changed direction with Xiao Yanyu on his back and went to see the man for the last time. For Chen Mo, Thirteenth Mother did give them a lot of help. He is not a saint, and he has no ability to change all this, no matter how powerful his martial arts is.
A master is no match for thousands of troops, and now he is also a wanted person. If it weren't for Yan Yu, he would definitely not go. He also knows that as a bandit, this fate is what they must accept.
.....
In Ye Lancheng, the once glorious Zhoumu Mansion was now empty. After the death of He Zhoumu, his 80-year-old mother also passed away. The first seven years were not over. As almost all the bandits in Black Tiger Mountain were arrested, the whole family
People were imprisoned, and those who had been oppressed by them came forward to accuse them of their crimes.
In Ye Lancheng's prison, the brothers of the He family were still blaming each other when they arrived in the prison. After today's quarrel that made their lips dry and their tongues dry, the bustling cell became quiet again. The place where they were imprisoned was the same as those in Youcang City.
The bandits are different. The environment here is much better than there, but it is still a prison cell.
After being detained for so many days, except for three meals a day, no one came to see them, and no one interrogated them.
Someone finally came to the jail today, and the brothers of the He family all looked at him. Whether he came to save them or to interrogate them, as long as someone came, it was a good thing.
The visitor was wearing clean and tidy official uniforms, with an extraordinary bearing, and his tall and straight posture revealed a scholarly spirit. In the eyes of Bole, who knows people, such a person is probably a Confucian general, but there is still only one out of ten.
I made a mistake. In the eyes of the He family, this person is this person. Maybe other people in the He family may not be able to recognize this dress, but He Chengguang does. This is the official uniform of the second-in-command in Hezhou, a serious civil servant.
Clothes.
"It turns out it's Mr. Bijia. You are finally willing to show up. Even if you don't see anyone at all, you still refuse to show up after such a big incident. Are you afraid of being implicated by us?"
He Chengguang sneered. He had seen this Mr. Farewell several times at parties, but only briefly. He was not hospitable. Even his father rarely met him. He would go to the Prefectural Mufu Mansion during New Years and holidays.
Send a lot of things.
"This is not to work hard to give He Zhoumu a clean slate." Lu Jun looked at He Chengguang in the cell and smirked without hesitation.
"If that's the case, why are we still locked up here?" He Chengguang didn't care about his fake smile.
"For your safety, I am afraid that you will be eaten alive by those people."
"Don't be so hypocritical. This was all planned by you, right? You resorted to such dirty tricks for the sake of my father's position?" He Chengguang seemed to have seen through everything.
"What does it mean to be designed?" Lu Jun was very surprised. "As the eldest son, you know your father's temperament best. The rumors about your father's romantic nature are all false? Are you going to say that out of conscience?
Is it framed? I'm afraid you brothers don't believe it."
"Actually, it's nothing. It's normal for a man, but your father went too far and got burned. The bandit named Shisan Niang also admitted that your father and she did have an affair. Your father wrote to her
The ambiguous letter was also found over there." As he spoke, Lu Jun placed the signed paper and letterhead in front of them. They didn't care about the authenticity of the signed paper, but the handwriting on the letterhead was indeed He Zhoumu's handwriting.
"No, no, it's impossible." He Chengguang couldn't believe it. The handwriting was indeed his father's. Even the tone was similar. He had heard these ambiguous tones from those women, but he still didn't believe it. How could his father do it?
He fell in love with a female bandit. It is said that the Thirteenth Niang was not an exceptionally talented beauty, and was far worse than the few people her father had hidden.
Lu Jun no longer paid attention to the absent-minded people, and slowly left here. When he disappeared outside the cell, the few people could only hear his voice but not see him.
"In two days, those bandits will be executed, and next will be you."
.....
The day before the execution, the weather was already very cold, and the Chinese New Year was just over a month away. In previous years, Thirteenth Niang would worry about spending the winter in the village, but she no longer had to worry about it.
Thirteenth Niang, who barely ate, was almost skinny. If it weren't for someone to look after her, she might have died in this dark dungeon.
But she can't die here yet. Only by dying in front of the people can this matter come to a perfect end.
The Painted Tiger, who had almost no teeth, was eating his last supper. It was the most delicious food he had eaten in half a year. He no longer cared that he would die tomorrow.
Lu Jun came to Thirteenth Niang's cell with a pot of wine, looked at Thirteenth Niang who was only breathing, and put the wine in front of her.
"You and I are settled."
Lu Jun didn't have any more words. All that needed to be said between them had been said. This pot of wine was her last request. As for whether she was still in the mood to drink it now, he couldn't control it.
"Damn it, it's too shabby to just order a decapitated rice meal. Can you let me, grandpa, be a starved person?" The flower-faced tiger said vaguely to Lu Jun who was about to leave with his almost toothless mouth.
Lu Jun glanced at him and left without stopping. He still had an important person to meet and didn't want to stay in this meaningless dungeon for a moment longer.
"Thirteenth Niang, if you don't want to drink that wine, give it to me. Don't waste it. Who knows if you will drink such a good wine in your next life." The flower-faced tiger stretched out his hand towards Thirteenth Niang. Although
The distance is very far, but I really want to catch the fine wine that is far away.
...
In the temporary Biejia Mansion in Youcang City, the night was already dark, and the howling cold wind was blowing, forcing those who still wanted to come out for a late-night snack to retreat to the relatively warm house. The lanterns in front of the Biejia Mansion,
Shaking without rules.
Lu Jun, wearing a thick cloak, stood alone in the open space at the gate, waiting for a carriage with a small entourage.
A carriage entered the city gate, which was specially left open. It was not really closed until the carriage entered the city gate. The gatekeepers also moved forward with the carriage, returning the task of guarding the gate to the original people.
The wheels of the carriage pressed against the bluestone street pavement and drove slowly towards the temporary residence.
Lu Jun looked at the wooden cart that appeared in the cold night wind and showed a rare smile after coming down the mountain. It seemed that this guest was very special, but no one noticed his arrival.
.......
Five miles outside Youcang City, there was a land temple that was not very popular. Chen Mo and Xiao Yanyu huddled at the base of the wall, warming themselves by the fire to resist the cold night wind.
"Can we go in tomorrow?" Xiao Yanyu, who had not spoken much along the way, finally spoke.
"It should be okay."
Chen Mo sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. He observed the sea in the distance today and found that the guards at the city gate were not very strict.
"If it doesn't work, let's go." Xiao Yanyu was also a little worried about her request. She was afraid that she would put Chen Mo in danger.
"We're all here. If it doesn't work, I won't really go in." Chen Mo rubbed her cheek and let her rest on his lap. "Go to sleep."
"But I couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I thought of our life in the village and Thirteenth Niang." Xiao Yanyu never thought that the shadow of Thirteenth Niang would always appear in his mind.
Her face was filled with different smiling faces. Only then did she realize that she had smiled so many times.
"How about you recite the mantra for me."
Chen Mo suggested that he once recited the mantra to Xiao Yanyu out of curiosity, and she could recite it every time. Sometimes on the mountain, he would listen to her recite the mantra and meditate.
"Okay." Xiao Yanyu nodded and slowly began to read the formula Chen Mo taught her in a low voice.
Sit in meditation with your eyes closed, hold your hands firmly and meditate.
Knock your teeth thirty-six, hold Kunlun in both hands.
....
I don’t know how many times Xiao Yanyu recited it before she gradually fell asleep in a vague state. The only sound was the beating of the flames in the campfire.