Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 294

"Wang Tengfei, you unfaithful and unfilial son!"

A clan elder with half-white hair shouted mournfully, his body trembling, his face extremely hideous, he stopped his pursuit, turned around and ran towards the clan ancestral hall.

Seeing this, another clan elder scolded: "The ancestors said they must be kept!"

"What stop you? Take your life? Take your family's life?" The half-white-haired elder shook off the blocking hand and rushed anxiously towards the ancestral hall.

The chasing elders' hearts fluctuated, and soon, most of them dispersed, and the rest were also powerless to chase, and could only watch Wang Tengfei carry Zhao Wujiang away.

"They can't get out of Bingzhou. Zhao Wujiang has suffered such a serious injury. He must be healed. It can't be delayed for a long time."

A clan elder had dark eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Go and treat the ancestor first, and then we will set off together. As long as Bingzhou is blocked, he, Zhao Wujiang, will not be able to escape!"

Hazy, gray fog.

The world was vast, with cries, screams, metal and iron clashing, dull puffing sounds of blunt objects sinking into flesh and blood, and severe gasps.

"Little Ah Zhao?"

The immature voice sounded, full of doting.

"Little Ah Zhao!"

There was another whisper, with anger.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his eyes, in front of him was a room that was so familiar yet so strange, with extremely simple furnishings, a girl with braids was staring at him.

"You fell asleep again, and you haven't recited the poem that Mr. gave today!" The girl's clothes were old and patched, with her hands on her hips and a spatula in her hand.

"Sister, I had a very long dream" Zhao Wujiang blurted out, his head was extremely drowsy, he shook his head, and stood up unsteadily.

In front of him was a rotten wooden table with greasy old textbooks spread out on it.

With a straight face, the girl tapped Zhao Wujiang's head, "I think you just don't want to recite poems, hum. Hurry up and wash your face and have lunch."

Zhao Wujiang nodded dully, the girl turned around, walked to the stove a few steps away, stepped on a small bench, and stir-fried the black lunch in the cauldron.

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his cheeks, the bronze mirror in front of his eyes was hazy, full of mottled traces that could not be washed clean, but he could still faintly see his current face from it.

The child's face was immature and dark, and his eyes were dull with doubts.

He was slightly stunned, there seemed to be something hidden in his mind, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it.

Lunch ended soon, Zhao Wujiang didn't take a bite of the two bowls of black rice, and the girl with shofar braids ate half of it with relish.

Afterwards, she glared at Zhao Wujiang, respectfully picked up the rest of her lunch, and pulled Zhao Wujiang out of the door.

They climbed up the back mountain, which was a bit steep, and when they climbed up the hill, both of them gasped for breath.

Zhao Wujiang's stomach gurgled, and the girl said angrily, "I told you not to eat just now, I will starve you to death."

They walked through the lush vegetation and came to a flat land with many weeds. The girl stuffed the remaining half bowl of rice into Zhao Wujiang's hands, "I can't eat it now!"

She rolled up her sleeves and started clearing weeds.

Zhao Wujiang stared blankly at the flat ground in front of him, to be precise, he was looking at the two tombstones ahead.

It is inappropriate to call them all tombstones, because except for the tablet on the right which is made of bluestone slabs, the tomb on the left is made of stones and clods.

On the tomb made of stones on the left, five words "Zhao Changyuan's Tomb" are written crookedly and mottled in carbon black.

On the tombstone on the bluestone slab on the right, there are six big characters "Tomb of Beloved Wife Yao Yao" written like a dragon.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes felt hot for no reason, his legs were limp, he staggered towards the two tombstones, and fell to his knees with a plop.

The shofar-braided girl looked sideways, her eyes turned slightly red for a moment, she quickly turned her face, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and continued to clear the overgrown weeds in silence.

"Father, mother, I'm back."

The memory valve in Zhao Wujiang's mind was opened, and the flood of memories swept his mind.

He leaned his little face against the bluestone tombstone, and it was bitingly cold to the touch, but he felt a peace of mind he had never felt before.

There is an evening wind whispering softly into the heart.

"Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid."

Mushan in Bingzhou is 35 miles away from Taiyuan.

Among the dense forests on the mountain road.

Wang Xi is holding Zhao Wujiang's hand tightly at this moment, tears are rolling in her beautiful eyes. Since Zhao Wujiang was brought back by A Fei, his breath is weak, his face is pale, he has been trembling, and he keeps muttering, although he can't hear it clearly, but he can feel it. to extraordinarily fragile.

"Xi'er, how long will it take for people from Jianghu League to come to their aid?"

Wang Tengfei's coarse linen clothes were covered with dark bloodstains, Zhao Wujiang was in a coma for just two days, they ushered in several groups of fights, if it weren't for the support of a dozen elders from their lineage, they might have died already.

Last night, Wang Xi scattered several white pigeons from the Jianghu League, some flew to the nearby Jianghu League on Hedong Road, some flew to Chang'an, and some flew further to Lingnan Road.

"Soon." Wang Xi's long hair had been tied up again, and as she flicked her high ponytail, she looked heroic and full of evil spirit.

"shhhhhh"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and several elders from Wang Yuan's lineage who had already changed their clothes came back to inquire about the news.

"Third Miss, Second Young Master, the situation is not good. The road ahead has been blocked. If you walk ten miles away from Mount Mou at most, you will meet someone who intercepts and kills you!"

"Wait."

Wang Xi said in a deep voice:
"Chang'an is at most two days' journey away, she will definitely send someone to rush here!
If the allies of the Jianghu League are in a hurry, they can rush to help tomorrow morning. Let's wait. The Wang family's pursuers don't know that we are in Mushan. Even if they search, they may not be able to find us for a while! "

Wang Tengfei nodded. Although he didn't know who the "she" Wang Xi was talking about, but since he was so sure, he must be a powerful helping hand. He took off the blood-stained and tattered linen clothes, looked at Zhao Wujiang's pale cheeks, and said in a deep voice:

"After running around for two days, brother Zhao's breathing has been unstable, and he must heal his injuries! Otherwise, his injuries will only get worse if he keeps going around like this!"

The nine clan elders who looked vigilant all around nodded their heads:
"Old men, heal my uncle first! If he can recover quickly, all problems will be solved!"

"It's a pity that there is almost no water in the world, otherwise, he will definitely get better!" Wang Xi sighed.

"Not necessarily!"

A chuckle resounded through the dense forest.

"Who!"

Wang Xi and the others looked wary for a moment, and the clan elders of the nine grandmasters and the great grandmaster retreated slowly, protecting Wang Xi, Wang Tengfei, and Zhao Wujiang in the middle.

The sound of shoes and boots stepping on the soft soil sounded, and a tall and straight figure walked out slowly.

The visitor was a young man, about twenty-five, with a handsome appearance, a slightly thin face, a high nose and deep eyes, a slight smile on his mouth, a slightly raised mustache, and a sparse beard on his chin.

He was wearing a gray gown, and the belt was a piece of rag, bulging like a treasure.

Seeing that Wang Xi and the others looked solemn and full of murderous intent, the young man smiled slightly and clasped his fists in salute:

"Don't panic, I'm here to save you!"

Behind him came out a few men, with a strong figure, a fleshy face, and a fierce appearance.

"Who are you?" A clan elder said coldly, he is the cultivation base of a great master, and he felt that the few people in front of him clearly did not have advanced cultivation bases, and the man in the gray shirt who took the lead was only close to the realm of an extraordinary powerhouse.

The young man smiled lightly, rubbed the rag belt with his left hand, and said lightly:

"Di Renjie, the name is Huaiying!"

(End of this chapter)