The two of them helped each other out of the dense forest, and before it got dark, they endured the pain and walked onto the official road.
Without the bullock cart, the two of them could only walk. Both of them were injured. They walked for more than half an hour before they could get very far. It was really miserable.
When he saw a businessman passing by with goods on his way to Ruizhou to make a fortune, Song Qinghuan shamelessly stopped his convoy and begged his ox cart to take him along.
Xiao Ci's body was covered with injuries and his clothes were in tatters, but Song Qinghuan looked like he had rolled over in the mud. Neither of them looked like they belonged to a human family.
The guy who was escorting the goods was thin and had the look of a sharp-mouthed monkey. He looked the two of them over once and then said with his nostrils to the sky: "No, look at the virtues of the two of you. Who knows who you are? You are rich but not rich."
It's a small matter. If something happens, I won't be hurt."
This place is not far from Ruizhou. No matter how slow the ox cart travels, it can arrive before the city gate closes. If both of them were not injured, Song Qinghuan would naturally disdain to go with him after seeing this man's attitude.
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But at this time, I had something to ask for, even if I was disdainful, I had to lower my attitude. Then I grinned and said with a smile: "Brother, my husband-in-law and I are both locals from Ruizhou. I was out in the field a few days ago and I heard that there was a big problem in my family's hair."
I just hurried back, but unexpectedly I met bandits on the way. My family is also in business and we have no shortage of money. As long as you enter the city for a while, we will give you a generous reward."
But the guy didn't believe it at all: "Just by opening your mouth, you can say what you say. How can you prove that you are a big business owner in Ruizhou?"
Song Qinghuan opened his eyes and lied: "You know the Du family in Ruizhou are all businessmen..."
Before Song Qinghuan could finish speaking, the clerk sneered: "The Du family, which master of the Du family? You are talking nonsense here. I am not very old, but I have met all the masters of the Du family.
I’ve never seen any man look like this to my young mistress."
He raised the long whip in his hand and treated Song Qinghuan and Xiao Ci as liars. Seeing that the whip was about to hit them, Xiao Ci pulled Song Qinghuan behind him.
The long whip hit the air and made a sharp sound. Song Qinghuan's brows were also filled with anger: "Why are you like this? They say that peace brings wealth, but a fierce person like you will bankrupt your master sooner or later."
With a bit of anger, Xiao Ci protected Song Qinghuan behind him and said: "What nonsense are you talking to this kind of person?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the dagger from Song Qinghuan's waist, stepped forward, and put it against the man's neck.
A chill surged into my heart, and the clerk put on a majestic look and said angrily: "In broad daylight, you, you don't want to..."
Before he could say anything, he felt a chill on his neck, and there was a hint of pain. He knew that he was afraid of seeing someone red, so he couldn't be arrogant anymore. He hurriedly raised his hands and begged for mercy: "My hero, have mercy on me, my hero, have mercy on me, no, that's it."
Why don't you take a ride? It's possible, it's possible. Don't let your hands shake, heroes. This thing doesn't have eyes."
Xiao Ci sneered: "If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place?"
As soon as he put away the dagger in his hand, he glanced sideways at Song Qinghuan and said, "Hurry up and help me get into the car."
There was a hint of pride in his tone.
Song Qinghuan clicked his tongue and said to the waiter, "Thank you very much."
Then, without any courtesy, he helped Xiao Ci sit on the bullock cart behind.
No matter how reluctant the guy was, he didn't dare to resist at this time. There weren't many people passing by here, and the sky and the earth were so shaky right now that he didn't know what was going on if he died here.
Immediately, he trembled in response and quickly drove the ox cart to Ruizhou City, but he was muttering in his heart that he really didn't go out without looking at the almanac today.
The oxcart was filled with rice grains. Xiao Ci was helped to sit on it, but he still felt a little panicked. He curled his lips and said, "Oh, I miss my carriage."
Song Qinghuan glanced at him sideways, raised his eyebrows at the guy while he was driving the car, and said, "Uncle Jiu, I really didn't see it. You actually have the potential to be a second-rate man. Yesterday, you were picking off other people's pockets. Today,
Another person threatened others with a knife, tsk tsk tsk..."
Xiao Ci also glanced sideways at her, and summed up seriously: "Some people can't reason with you, so you can only think of other ways to suppress them."
For example, picking someone's pocket, or threatening the little guy.
Song Qinghuan rolled his eyes, and Xiao Ci added: "I used to hide in the market, so I naturally know what kind of people should be dealt with in what way."
He pointed at the young guy in front who was driving the car seriously and said: "Look, this guy seems to be compliant now. If we encounter officers and soldiers later, if we don't keep him safe, they will immediately have us arrested."
Song Qinghuan glanced at the young man following his finger and curled her lips: "This man has no eyes. He will definitely have no future in the future. Even our dignified Prince Rui will not be able to recognize him..."
The two people sat on the bullock cart and talked in low voices, but the man driving the cart in front did not dare to relax for a moment, for fear that the two people behind him would do something to him if they were really unhappy.
The ox cart drove along the official road for a while, and when it was not far from the city gate of Ruizhou, several people on horseback suddenly caught up with it.
It was unclear whether these people were male or female. They were all wearing strange clothes, their faces were hidden under bamboo hats, and they all had a black cloth bag on their horses.
As soon as Xiao Ci saw these people, he was on guard. He stretched out his hand to grab Song Qinghuan, frowning and said, "Maybe, we can really die on the same day, the same year, the same month."
Although he didn't say it explicitly, Song Qinghuan had lived with him for such a long time and knew him somewhat. He immediately looked at the strangely dressed people who were getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, his whole heart was lifted. He pulled Xiao Ci's hand tightly with his backhand and asked, "Where are these people from?"
Xiao Ci said lightly: "I don't know."
It’s not that I don’t know, I just don’t want to say it.
He frowned, thinking about how to escape, at least how to let Song Qinghuan escape first.
Seeing those people getting closer and closer, the dagger in his hand tightened, and his whole spirit also tightened.
Just when he was calculating his chances of winning in a desperate gamble, the bullock cart suddenly stopped, and the young man fell down from the cart to the ground without any courage, shouting at the top of his voice: "Help, help, sir, help, sir, help me, sir, help me."
Someone, someone wants to kill me..."
Song Qinghuan's eyes flashed with a look of cruelty. He turned his head and saw a group of people dressed in government officials walking faintly around the corner not far away. Because of the distance, they couldn't see clearly for a while.
But the man rolled forward, crying and shouting: "Guan Ye, help me, Guan Ye, please help me..."
