Small poor

Until one day, a samurai came to bring him food and water, and quietly left a dirty paper ball in his palm.

After the person left, he wiped off the blood on his lips, opened it tremblingly, and saw a few words written crookedly on the paper ball with pot ashes, "I will help you escape." A life-saving straw, the whole body trembled, blame him, he was slapped by the Dongying man today, his eyes were swollen and narrowed into a slit, and he didn't have a good look at what the man looked like just now.

But the next day, he received another ball of paper, which said, "See you tomorrow night at the garden rockery."

This time, he glanced at the Japanese samurai without any trace. The man looked a bit obese, but he looked very simple and honest. He bandaged some wounds for him worriedly. These samurai were ordered to guard him. Apart from preventing him from escaping, they would Treat him.

His wounds healed very slowly, the Japanese man couldn't wait, so he needed some external force, but the samurai's movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

He knew that he had to go to the appointment, he had no other choice, he had no choice, the strong will finally made him slowly get up from the bed, and after resting for a day, he could go to the ground.

The next day, at midnight, he avoided the sleeping guards outside the courtyard gate, and limped quietly to the rockery in the garden.

The man had been hiding behind the rocks for a long time, and when he saw him coming, he took out an oil-paper bag from his bosom, handed it to him, and said in jerky Mandarin, "Eat...it's delicious."

In the dark, he was holding the oiled paper bag, his eyes panicked and his expression was bleak. Instead of eating, he asked hoarsely, "You said you want to help me escape? Is it true?"

The samurai nodded his head firmly, his facial features tightly wrinkled, "Flee... run away, I will take you, the end of the month, Qiqiao Festival..." He seemed to be stuttering a lot, so he stopped talking and pushed the food in his hand, " You, nourish your body, I, I have a way...you eat..."

"What can you do?" Jing Yu opened the oiled paper bag, and inside was a piece of sweet white sugar cake. Even if he couldn't eat it, he tried his best to stuff it into his mouth, so that the blood in his mouth and teeth mixed with the sugar cake, and his throat Dull pain, he seems to want the samurai to be relieved, if he can really help him escape, he is his straw...

"There is a way. On that day, my lord, I will... go to the Qin River to pray."

"Delicious, so delicious..."

There are still twenty days to the end of the month, and he seems to have tasted the sweetness from the salty sugar cake, and glimpsed a ray of skylight from the distant morning stars.

After that, when the simple and honest samurai got the food that he thought was delicious, he would always silently signal him when he came to patrol the small courtyard. At three o'clock in the night, they would gather behind the rockery. Hope arose.

The samurai stole a fragrant chicken leg at the banquet of the lord, and wanted to give him a taste.

He couldn't eat, and the samurai cried sadly.

He was very kind to him. One night, when other samurai patrolled the garden, he also told him not to go out behind the rockery. The samurai took the risk to explain to others. Even bullying and beatings, he didn't fight back, and only quietly returned to him when his companion left and the trouble was resolved.

Only then did Jing Yu discover that the warrior's face was bruised and swollen, and he asked, "Does it hurt?"

The samurai smiled and shook his head, the little mole on the corner of his mouth looked very cute, "Don't... don't be afraid."

He was silent, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Why do you help me?"

The samurai froze for a moment, and stopped talking. When Jing Yu was waiting for his answer, he found that he seemed too embarrassed to look at him, with his head lowered, his hands not knowing where to put his hands, and his eyes full of shame and inferiority.

Jing Yu understood a little bit, although the figure of His Majesty the Emperor appeared in his heart, but he erased that figure in a panic, and said: "If you can rescue me, I will be your sword alone. You can do whatever you want me to do."

The samurai was shocked, and Jing Yu leaned over gently, resting his head on the man's shoulder.

In the middle of the month, Jing Yu went to the main house of the Dongying man again. The warriors took him to a room full of torture instruments. He was hung up by chains. Torture, I don't know if it will be impulsive...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The Dongying man pinched his chin, and lifted the iron from his back. The originally white skin was scalded with blood bubbles, making a sizzling sound. He rolled his eyes, apparently passed out .

"It's so beautiful." The Dongying man smiled excitedly and distortedly, "Oh, but it's always a bit boring after playing for a long time."

The night is still long.

He has no power to heal, and he may not be able to sustain until the Dongying man loses interest in him. Before that, if he doesn't run away, he will die. He returned to the small courtyard, the morning light was twilight, he tilted his head in a daze, Look at the stars that haven't fully dissipated in the morning light.

On the Qiqiao Festival, Yecheng will hold a grand fireworks feast, and the Qin River is full of lanterns, which is very lively.

I really want to watch it with the person I like, he thought so, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the samurai was guarding his room. Seeing him waking up, he was very surprised and lowered his voice and asked, "You... are you okay?"

Jing Yu just felt a little dark in front of his eyes, he was used to the pain, and instead became numb, nodded and said: "It's okay."

The samurai worriedly said: "You, you have been in a coma for a very, long time."

Jing Yu was very surprised, he found that all the wounds on his body were covered with medicine, the wounds were covered, and the technique was delicate, obviously a doctor's handwriting.

"There are... ten... more than ten days, the Lord knows, let the doctor treat you." The warrior lowered his head sadly, he didn't want Jing Yu to see his tears, wiped the corners of his eyes, and smiled innocently Said: "But, no... not too late... The day after tomorrow is the Qiqiao Festival."

The day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow!

How long has he been in a coma? !He was shocked, but fortunately he woke up in time!

After the samurai quietly left, he struggled to get up, his whole body seemed to be rigid, and he made a rattling sound when he moved. He had slept for too long.

But his spirit is not bad, and his mind is also very clear. He transformed into his own Wu blowing sword, stroked it gently, he really wanted to go back to the warm scabbard, but he couldn't go back, even if He did not terminate the contract with Pei Lanzhi, but the day he was controlled by the Dongying man, he was deprived of the qualification to return to his original body. He had to maintain this human posture and wait for the man's "love".

In the process of caressing the sword, his fingertips slid across an ice-cracked line, he paused slightly, and as if nothing had happened, he gently embraced the sword in his arms.

On the night of the Qiqiao Festival, when the first cluster of fireworks bloomed in the distance, it was like blowing the last horn of hope.

He leaned on the wall of the courtyard, his face looked through the narrow gap, watching those beautiful fireworks explode into fine crumbs, the gorgeous colors and laughter seemed to have nothing to do with him, but he still watched for a long time, until the appointed time came, he briskly Turning his head away, he left the courtyard full of cherry blossoms.

The samurai was already waiting for him in the garden, and sure enough, he did not disappoint him.

"I am coming."

"Go." The samurai patted the knife on his waist, and pointed to a small path to the other side of the garden. It was a quiet and secluded place, a direction Jing Yu had never been to, but he had no doubts, because he vaguely knew that it was The place where the concubines of Dongying men live.

Because the Lord was traveling, there were fewer guards in the whole mansion, but also because of this, the small courtyard where Jing Yu lived became more heavily guarded, and soon a samurai discovered that he was missing.

The house was in chaos instantly, and the guards began to frantically search for his whereabouts.

Jing Yu's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and he was in a panic. Hearing the sound, he and the samurai hurriedly avoided. During the period, the samurai killed a concubine Ji who bumped into the two of them. On her back, she lost a clog and immediately fell to the ground, motionless.

Jing Yu was terrified, couldn't bear to look any longer, let the samurai grab his hand violently, and ran along the corridor, he only felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing, as if it was about to splash out.

quick--

Hurry up!

His injured ankle was bleeding, but he just staggered a bit, and then he gritted his teeth and stood up straight with his battered body.

The samurai led him to hide from those who were looking for him until he opened a door and they hid in. It seemed to be an abandoned study room with dusty bookshelves and a few miscellaneous books scattered on the table.

"Here, there is a secret passage!" The samurai said while pushing away one of the bookshelves. After the bookshelf was moved, a blank wall was exposed. There were brick marks on the wall. A slate was rumbled away.

It was dark under the flagstone.

"quick!"

Jing Yu quickly jumped into the tunnel, and heard the warrior also landed on the ground, closing the secret passage, and then exhaled heavily.

After a while, a weak candle was lit.

The samurai stammered, "We...we're safe..."

"Yes..." Jing Yu was about to cry out, he didn't need the support of the warriors, he ran all the way along the tunnel, staggering, he even smelled the fragrance of dust above his head, it was dry soil, It was the outside world. In the darkness, the samurai lit a candle to illuminate his escape route. He even saw not far away. The end point of their journey was a crossing leading to the ground. The moonlight projected on the exit, which meant Then he is about to escape from this devil's lair!

"That's the exit!"

He wept with joy, his throat couldn't help choking, even though his body was in extreme pain and he couldn't move even an inch, he didn't slow down his pace until he was at the well-sized exit, bathed in the moonlight.