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Chapter 429 has a heart

In the winter of the twelfth year of Yongle, it snowed non-stop in the north of the Ming Dynasty. From Shandong and Henan to Shanxi and Shaanxi, it was extremely cold everywhere, covered with snow. Especially in Shanxi, the winter months had hit.

The snow never stopped. Sometimes there were scattered fine snowflakes, and sometimes there were large goose feathers falling all over the sky, transforming the entire land of Sanjin into a unified snowfield.

Even if it is occasionally sunny, it is extremely cold between heaven and earth, and the sun is pale and pale, making people unable to feel the warmth at all. Therefore, the people in Shanxi are hiding in their houses one by one, and there are not many people in the countryside.

Living people. But even at this time when the weather was freezing and the wind and snow were thick, there was a horse team trudging along the snow-covered mountain road. This was Wang Xian and his party heading to Taiyuan.

Of course, among this group of people, Wang Xian is the most inconspicuous one. The central characters are General Liu Zijin who rides a tall horse, and Song Xian'er, the White Lotus Saint who sits in a small sedan. This trip was precisely because of Song Xian'er, who insisted on

They set off to go to Taiyuan to pay homage to their old friend. At first, everyone didn't think anything of it. However, after setting out on the road, the trek was so difficult that everyone couldn't help but complain. They secretly complained that the saint was ignorant and caused everyone to suffer. But there was General Tongtian.

With so much pressure, no one dared to say anything openly.

In fact, Liu Zijin insisted on going to Taiyuan to please the saint. His real purpose was to meet the nobles of Taiyuan City in person and want to know what they thought about him and the White Lotus Rebel Army. In this regard, the people around him

Zhang Wu, the brother of life and death, knows best. Therefore, Zhang Wu never talks about the saint, because he knows that even if the saint does not go to Taiyuan, his eldest brother will still go there.

With these two big men leading the team, the team could persevere and march slowly towards Taiyuan at a speed of thirty to fifty miles a day. Today is already the sixth day of departure. Seeing that the sky is getting dark, the first priority is to find a place to stay...

...Although there were road guides and documents, they were cautious and tried not to meet strangers and usually camped in the wild. They were lucky today. The men who were exploring the road reported that they found an abandoned temple ahead for accommodation.

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Having a shelter from the wind and rain is much better than being on the ground. Zhang Wu gave the order and the team moved over. Turning around a hilltop, they saw the temple sitting on the top of the highest hill. Climb up and climb a hill.

Look, the incense in the temple has long since stopped, and there is no one around. However, the house is still intact, enough to protect it from wind and snow.

After checking inside and outside, and confirming that there were no problems, Zhang Wu ordered the three halls to be tidied up. He, Liu Zijin and others lived in the west side hall, while the saint and General Song's people lived in the east side hall. As for the largest main hall, it was left to the horses.

overnight.

The subordinates were all used to being in the world, so they split up to work when ordered. After a while, the two side halls were cleaned up, the air-leaky doors and windows were blocked with felt, and the furniture in the temple was chopped into firewood and divided into two parts.

Each side hall lit a fire.

The fire brought warmth to everyone who was about to freeze, and General Song's men began to prepare dinner. General Song was a person who enjoyed himself. Due to the previous conditions, he had to eat food for several days, and he had reached the limit of his patience. This

Hui'er's condition was a little better, so he asked his men to make noodles, cut the cooked beef that was frozen into stones into slices, put it in a pot and boiled it into soup, and prepared a whole pot of beef noodles.

"Haha, Uncle Song really knows how to enjoy it." Liu Zijin walked in with a big smile and said, "You can smell the fragrance right at the opposite door."

"How can I lose a good nephew?" General Song said with a smile. Wang Xian squatted aside to light the fire, and listened to the cold words for a while. The two of them were not sure who was older than the other... He heard General Song laugh again.

He said: "My nephew is here to see Xian'er. Come over quickly."

"Haha, yes." Liu Zijin entered the hall and walked towards the beauty sitting by the fire. Gu Xiaolian was quietly watching Wang Xian lighting the fire and felt that the curve of his hips was really perfect. Suddenly

A big red face broke into her sight, preventing her from admiring Guanren's ass, so she naturally wouldn't give him a good look.

Liu Zijin didn't take it seriously and asked for help with a shy face. Gu Xiaolian managed to deal with him for a few words, and then heard him say in a low voice: "I don't know why, but I always feel sad these days. Later I figured out that it was the girl who was sad.

, I was also sad.”

Gu Xiaolian rolled her eyes helplessly, forced a smile and said: "That's too sinful, you should just let me feel sad."

"No, that's alright. Let's share joys and sorrows, and share adversity." Liu Zijin shook his head and said. "Isn't that what the doctrine that my sister preached all day long said?"

"Haha..." Gu Xiaolian smiled weakly and said, "That's fine." As he said this, he winked at Wang Xian repeatedly, asking him to find a way to save him. Wang Xian was naturally unhappy in every way when he saw his little girl being teased.

, when the noodles came out, he quickly handed the first bowl to Liu Zijin and blocked his mouth.

Liu Zijin took it, handed it to Gu Xiaolian, and said diligently: "Sister, please eat quickly."

"I'm not hungry, Brother Liu, let's eat first." Gu Xiaolian shook his head. Liu Zijin was an honest man, and he happened to feel very hungry, so he stopped giving in and took the chopsticks to pick up the noodles. He slurped up the noodles while eating.

He praised vaguely: "Good time, really good time..."

"If it tastes good, eat more." Wang Xian winked at Gu Xiaolian with a smile. Gu Xiaolian understood what he meant, and asked with excitement in her heart, could this be a telepathic connection? Then she ordered General Song: "

Order more noodles and send some to Brother Zhang Wu and the others."

"Okay." General Song felt a little distressed. After all, he was away from home and the supplies he brought with him were limited. But thinking about it, he was almost in Taiyuan. Do he still care about the flour? He asked someone to bring out all the noodles he was going to eat tomorrow morning.

Bring it to the West Wing Hall for Zhang Wu and others to eat. Zhang Wu and the others have been eating roasted grains and roasted meats these days, and they have long been greedy for the bowl of noodles. After thanking him, they gathered around the big pot and grabbed it.

In no time, there was a pot full of noodles, and there was no soup left.

Wang Xian also shared a bowl, but he pretended to take a few bites and poured it all to the people next to him when no one was paying attention. The people next to him had only had some noodle soup to drink, but now they suddenly had noodles, so they were naturally very happy.

, how can I ask you why you don’t eat.

At this time, General Tongtian Liu Zijin, who was the first to eat noodles, was already fighting with his eyelids and was surging with fatigue. He forced himself to say goodbye to Gu Xiaolian: "Sister, I'm going to sleep..." He stood up unsteadily and walked out crookedly.

, but unexpectedly, he tripped over the threshold and fell down.

Everyone hurried over to help him, but they heard that General Tongtian was snoring loudly, and he actually fell asleep.

"It's good to be young," General Song said with envy: "It's not like us who are old and can't sleep even if we want to..." After saying this, he yawned one after another, making tears flow from his eyes. After all, he was an old man, and he immediately

Realizing something was wrong, he stood up and shouted: "Mongolian sweat medicine..." As he said this, he wanted to go find Wang Xian, but before he could see anyone, his eyes blurred and he fell to the ground.

At this time, Wang Xian, who was hiding behind him, fell asleep on the ground. By coincidence, his head was resting on General Song's soft belly, which was much more comfortable than a pillow. Then, amid the panic, the two men

It was like dumplings were being dropped in the side hall. People fell to the ground one after another and fell into a deep sleep. Even the saint who had not eaten any noodles was no exception...

The ruined temple became quiet, except for snoring one after another, like the croaking of frogs. After a long while, Wang Xian sat up holding his head, Song's stomach was rising and falling, making him feel a little stiff. He first looked at Gu Xiaolian

Looking over, he saw her curled up by the fire, looking at him with her long eyelashes flashing.

Wang Xian smiled knowingly, walked over and pulled Gu Xiaolian up, hugged him in his arms, and kissed her hard twice... It's really annoying to see other people seducing his wife these days.

"Officer, do we have a tacit understanding?" Gu Xiaolian looked at the corpses lying on the ground, and the corners of his mouth turned up proudly. In fact, the sweat medicine came from Gu Xiaolian, not Wang Xian. When Wang Xian went up the mountain, he was searched

Everything was taken away, even the personal armor was not spared, let alone the bottles and cans. However, Gu Xiaolian was also an expert in drugging. She had unknowingly charmed Zhou Yong's men and used

It was the secret secret secret medicine of Prince Zhao, which was colorless, odorless, and very effective. When Wang Xian asked her to repeat the same trick, she gave Wang Xian a bottle and agreed that the two of them would wait for an opportunity, and whoever had the best chance would win.

Who starts...

"Of course," Wang Xian gave a thumbs up and said, "It's just a clear understanding."

"That's what I was thinking." Gu Xiaolian jumped for joy, hugged his neck and kissed him.

"Okay, okay, let's get out of this damn place first." Wang Xian squeezed her little hand and said, "Xiao Lian, you have to hold on."

"The slave family is not as delicate as the officials think." Gu Xiaolian said with a smile.

"Yeah." Wang Xian nodded, took off his double-layered armor from General Song, put one on Gu Xiaolian, and put one on himself, then found his confiscated musket, and took the bullets

Load the gun and put it in your arms. Then he said to Gu Xiaolian, who was carrying a suitcase, "Let's go."

However, he saw Gu Xiaolian's expression suddenly change, and he pointed to the opposite side with a shocked expression. Wang Xian knew that her six senses were sharp, and his heart tightened. He tiptoed to the door, and looked through the crack in the door - he saw the entrance of the East Wing Hall opposite.

There were several men with fierce eyes standing... who turned out to be Zhang Wu and several of his brothers.

Wang Xian was also shocked. He was obviously watching them eating noodles, but when his eyes moved to Zhang Wu's left hand, he understood everything... That hand was wrapped in a coarse cloth, and there was still seepage on the cloth.

There was bright red blood, but he didn't have this injury before.

Obviously, because Zhang Wu and the others were the last to eat noodles, they knew it when they heard someone in the East Side Hall shouting "Mongolian sweat medicine." In order to stay awake, they did not hesitate to hurt themselves, and finally withstood the pain with their fingers and heart.

Strong. But cunningly, he didn't get up right away, waiting for the person who drugged him to jump out on his own.


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