"I have a small motorcycle, but I never ride it..."
Shen Tang is not honest at all while riding on the back of a motorcycle. Sometimes he sings loudly, and sometimes he picks leaves and flowers. Accompanied by the sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."
Two sounds instead.
"One day I rode to the market on a whim..."
Qishan finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Mr. Shen Xiaolang, from whom did you learn the 'le' among the six arts of a gentleman?"
It's simply misleading.
"Doesn't it sound good?"
Shen Tang asked sincerely.
Although she doesn't have much memory, she vaguely remembers that she should be a singer, the kind who can sing and sing. She can sing, draw, and is a high-quality female representative of mankind.
(*?▽?*)
Qishan looked at Shen Tang speechlessly.
The latter's eyes were open and confident. It was obvious that not only did people not think there was a problem with her singing, but she also thought there was a problem with her aesthetics. Qi Shan couldn't figure out where she got her confidence from, and said: "There is a saying that Yan Ling is very suitable for the situation - isn't it?
Folk Songs and Village Flute.”
Shen Tang was confused: "What?"
Qi Shanren smiled and said, "It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering."
Shen Tang: "..."
Her fist is hard!
"It's just luck that Yuan Liang can grow up so safely, right?"
He is such a good person, but he has a mouth!
"Of course it depends on strength."
Shen Tang: "..."
Seeing that her expression was out of control and her facial features were distorted and displaced, Qishan laughed heartily: "Shen Xiaolang, don't be anxious. You are still young. You can still be saved if you learn slowly."
About an hour later, Qi Shan raised his head and looked at the sun. It was the hottest time of the day. Not to mention escorting the prisoners on their way, even if he was doing nothing but standing, he would be sweating uncontrollably.
Come on, wet your underwear.
"Would you like to speed up your pace?"
Shen Tang said: "If you get too close, you're afraid of being discovered."
Qishan: "With the laziness of those soldiers, how can they continue on their way under such a strong sun? Most of them would find a shady place to rest and drink tea to relieve the heat. Mr. Shen Xiaolang poured so many ingredients into the tea, I'm afraid
If you go late, you won’t be able to see the good show.”
"Yuanliang's words make sense. I'll go ahead and watch the hot show. If you don't want to ride a mule, just walk slowly on two legs."
Shen Tang whipped the motorcycle's butt.
The motorcycle hurt and I ran away.
After a while, there was only a small dot left. Faced with Shen Tang's childish "provocation", Qi Shan just smiled and didn't seem to care, but then he chanted: "Chasing the wind and sneaking into the scenery."
If you stir up your wings, you can soar into the sky; if you gallop your feet, you can chase the wind and sneak into the scenery.
The figure swayed slightly, leaving only an afterimage, as if stepping on the wind, each step was more than three feet away, with a calm expression and a relaxed posture.
Shen Tang: "???"
Qishan passed by her and stirred up a breeze. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already moved dozens of feet away.
Shen Tang: "!!!"
Call the referee, someone is cheating here!!!
After all, she still suffered from Yan Ling's inexperience, riding a four-legged motorcycle still couldn't outrun the two-legged Qi Shan.
The sun was so hot that the soldiers escorting the prison vans couldn't stand the sun, so they went to a small forest with dense canopy to rest. They gathered in twos and threes in the shade, while a few prison vans were exposed to the sun at will. The prisoners in the prison vans were not suffering from heat stroke.
, his complexion was pale and pale, his whole body was weak and weak, and he was suffering from serious whiplash injuries.
In addition, the censor Zhongcheng was the most seriously injured.
Tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, with smoke coming out of his throat, Yu Shi Zhongcheng even felt that his life force was rapidly passing away.
In order to torture the prisoners, the soldiers did everything possible. The prison cars that escorted them were specially customized according to their height. Some were so tall that the prisoners could only slightly tiptoe to make their necks and wrists comfortable; some were so short that they could neither
I couldn't sit down even when I stood upright, I could only maintain a half-squatting position.
No matter what it is, I can't sleep peacefully. After a few days, I can lose half my life without cracking the whip.
The prison car of Yushi Zhongcheng is particularly tall.
He could only try to raise his toes to take a good breath, but it wouldn't take long before his heels would fall down again.
Serious injuries, strong emotional release, lack of water, hunger, sleepiness...all the factors combined caused him to have severe hallucinations. His chapped lips moved slightly and he murmured: "Water, water...water..."
Just when he was about to faint, his prison car was kicked by someone, shaking him so much that he woke up.
"Dad, wake up!" Censor Zhongcheng managed to find some sense and turned to look at his son in the prison car next door - his son's prison car was a short one with room to stretch his legs - his expression was full of worry and surprise, and said
: "Dad, look at them."
them?
who?
Censor Zhongcheng's reaction was a few beats slow.
He followed his son's line of sight and saw that the soldiers who had just been sheltering in the shade of the trees were in trouble one after another. Some were rolling with their hands on their heads, some falling to the ground and convulsing all over, some having shortness of breath and difficulty, some rolling their eyes and foaming at the mouth, or cracking their teeth.
There are a few people who close their faces and spasm, and some of them have less serious reactions, but they still kneel on the ground holding their stomachs, and some even lose control of their backs and make ugly appearances.
As experienced as Yushi Zhongcheng, he understood instantly.
My first thought was, these soldiers were poisoned!
The second thought was, someone is trying to kidnap the prisoner!
This thought cheered him up, and strong survival power burst out from deep within his body, prompting him to reluctantly cheer up.
The soldiers were in chaos.
"The water is poisonous!"
"Yes, it's poisonous!"
"In response to the enemy, be careful and alert!"
Most of the soldiers were poisoned, and only a dozen or so who had not had time to drink water escaped. They drew their knives and surrounded the prison car, with panicked expressions on their faces, guarding every direction like frightened birds.
After a few breaths passed, the surroundings were calm.
jingle--
coming!
This thought echoed in the hearts of all the soldiers.
But the strange thing is that I can only hear his voice but not see his person.
"Where are the people? Where are they?"
"Filial sons, are you looking for me?"
A strange voice came from behind everyone. They turned around in shock, only to see that the prison car was empty except for a young man with a tender cheek and a thin body holding a sword. The young man swiped his sword, and the bright sword blade passed in front of them, and his eyes suddenly flashed.
It hurts.
Blood stained the entire field of vision red.
"The wanderer has a crack on his body!"
Shen Tang's expression was as cold as frost, he raised his sword and jumped down.
She used the mother's sword to teach her filial son a lesson, but the prisoners' feet were empty and they fell to the ground. The prison car was already dozens of feet away.
The imperial censor Zhongcheng Tong Kong shrunk.
"Long time no see, Master Tian."
The censor Zhongcheng turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a tall young man standing not far away. He put his hands in his sleeves, and the breeze behind him blew his hair, which gave him a unique sense of beauty. The young man smiled at himself and nodded, but how could he look at this smile?
false.
Master Tian?
Censor Zhongcheng was stunned by this title.
Seeing this, Qi Shan said: "You noble people forget things so much, Master Tian."
The son of Yushi Zhongcheng supported his old father and looked at Qishan warily: "This gentleman, do you know my father?"
Still called "Master Tian"?
Censor Zhongcheng was also puzzled.
Do they know each other?
With his knowledge, he could naturally see what method the young man used to rescue him. It was nothing more than constructing the battlefield with "a star-studded chessboard" and then replacing a few of them with "transferring flowers and trees" or other means of mobilizing troops and generals.
It's simple to say, but looking at the distance between the young man and the prison car, the coverage area of the "starry spread" can be as small as a hundred feet in radius - before being attached to any princes, how can a scribe who has achieved this level by his own strength be an unknown person?
Simple role?
If he knows him, he will definitely have an impression.