Loyalty Hou Tiansheng rebellious

There are no people on the long street in the small town in the early morning, let alone nosy people.

The sleeve covered the dagger, and pressed tightly against Chen Hen's waist.

Chen Hen reacted quickly, quickly threw the map and brush in his hand on the ground, and raised his hands tremblingly.

The dagger behind him leaned forward, as if it would soon cut through his clothes: "Master Hou, who did you leave the letter for?"

"Hmm..." Chen Hen laughed dryly, "I haven't left a letter to anyone, and my hands are shaking."

The man grabbed his arm with one hand: "Master Lao picked it up."

He grabbed it so hard that Chen Hen couldn't break free. He bent down slowly and only picked up the map.

Probably because he didn't notice that there were two bald pens on the ground, the man pushed him: "Let's go."

"Shall we go to the pier?" Chen Hen's Adam's apple moved up and down, swallowed, calmed down, and talked to the people behind him, "Did you come by water? How many of you are there? How do you know I'm here?" here?"

The people behind didn't speak anymore.But Chen Hen guessed it right, they were indeed heading towards the pier.

The town's pier is not big, but it takes advantage of a river bend.

The closer he got to the pier, the more uneasy Chen Hen became.

The pier is not that big, but it's not that small either.The direction they were walking was the direction where Lin Nian's cargo ship docked.

Only then did he realize that he was afraid, and Chen Hen pursed his dry lips.No matter how things turn out, you must not implicate others.

From a distance away, Chen Hen took a careful look.Lin Nian's boat just docked this morning, there should have been many things to discuss, but at this time, there was no one on board.

I'm afraid something went wrong too.

He didn't expect these people to move so fast.

Before he had time to think about it, Chen Hen was pushed onto another boat.

It was the passenger ship next to the Lin family's cargo ship, the passenger ship that Lin Nian had ordered to give way to just now.

It was delivered to someone.

Chen Hen observed the arrangement on the boat while dragging forward.

The people behind were tired of waiting, so they pushed him into the narrow passage of the cabin, and pushed him to a cabin door.

Chen Hen lowered his eyes and took another look. The person behind him tied his hands back with a thick hemp rope, pulled the hatch, and threw him in.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Hen stood unsteadily and staggered two steps forward.

The cabin was so small that his forehead hit the corner of the table.It was an intentional test, but he didn't control it. When he raised his leg, he deliberately overturned the table.

There was a ping-pong sound in the cabin.

In the midst of the noise, Chen Hen listened for a while, but the people outside did not respond.

The cabin is completely sealed, no light can see through, and it is dark, with only two small portholes for ventilation.

After calming down a bit, he realized that blood was coming out of his forehead again, sticking to his face.

Judging from his experience of bumping his head, the injury was not serious and the blood flow was not much, so he left it alone.It's the bound hands that matter the most.

It is not too difficult to untie the rope on the back of the hand.

Chen Hen stepped back a few steps, leaned against the wall, took a few breaths, calmed down a bit, lowered his head, and concentrated on nibbling on his trouser legs—he was used to tying a dagger around his pants when he was out. on the legs.

After tossing for a while, he finally bit the handle of the knife and pulled the dagger out of its sheath.

Chen Hen turned his head, and as soon as he let go, the dagger was nailed to the ground behind him.

The cabin was full of darkness, he threw the dagger back, and he didn't know where the dagger was thrown by him. He poked back twice with his bound hands and searched several times before finally touch.

It just felt bad to grab the blade, Chen Hen grinned in pain, he felt that the lifeline in his palm was cut off.

The dagger was sharp, and quickly cut through the hemp rope, but when he untied the rope, he couldn't hold the knife steadily, and scratched his hand twice.

Chen Hen put the dagger back into the sheath and tied it to his leg again.

He got up, but before he could stand still, the boat shook violently, as if the hull had hit something, and after the collision, the boat started to move.

Chen Hen leaned against the wall of the boat, waited for a while, and thought that the boat was about to sail.They were unwilling to stay at the pier for a long time, not even waiting for the fog on the river.

Too anxious, guilty conscience, or someone is chasing them.

For the time being, he didn't even know who the other party was, and Chen Hen didn't think too much about it.

The blood flowed profusely from his hands and head, Chen Hen didn't bother to take care of it, so he wiped it with his sleeve twice, and it was over when the blood clotted.

When the bleeding stopped, he used the back of his uninjured hand to roughly feel the cabin in the dark.

The cabin is very small, and it can be completed in sixteen or seventeen steps.Nothing else, except the table he knocked down on purpose.

His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he also vaguely remembered where the table was. Chen Hen groped and walked over slowly, and within a few steps, his calf really bumped into the table.

There are too few things available, he only has a map that he brought in, and a table, but he can't carry the table to fight with people.

Chen Hen took half a step back to the side, but bumped into another thing - a pile of broken porcelain on the ground.

The teapot and cup on the table should have been broken.

At this time, Chen Hen raised his bloody hands and approached them.Although he couldn't see it, he knew it very well. The wound on his hand could be seen as a knife wound at a glance.

Had it been seen, the dagger strapped to his leg would have been exposed.

He bent down, touched the ground, picked up a piece of broken porcelain, took a breath, and scratched hard on the palm of his hand, not only scratching the knife wound, but also gritted his teeth and added two new ones to himself. hurt.

Both hands have to paddle.

In the end both of his hands were trembling.

Holding the shard of porcelain in his hand, he took another two steps in the cabin, picked up another shard of porcelain on the ground, and hid it in his belt.

There was very little time left for him, and he finished these things over a cup of tea.

Those people outside probably didn't want to give him too much time. After finishing these things, there were footsteps outside the cabin.

Chen Hen sat back on the ground, with his hands still behind his back, and hid the hemp rope that had been cut, while the broken porcelain pieces were tightly held in his hands.

He hangs his head, struggling just now, his hair is loose, his clothes are messed up, and the wound on his forehead is still bleeding drop by drop.

Like a ghost crawling out of hell.

And this evil ghost hides a knife secretly, if he is an evil ghost, he should be the most difficult evil ghost in the world to deal with.

The cabin door was wide open, because it was very dark in the cabin, and there were still two candles stuck outside the door.

Chen Hen looked at him through the blood and messy hair, and then he saw the man clearly, and couldn't help but fell back, knocking his head against the wall, and chuckled softly.

How could it have fallen into his hands?

The person who came was dressed in plain white shirt and frowned, but he still looked the same as before.It's just that he doesn't carry a pipa on his body - he left his pipa in the Jiuyuan Palace, and was later smashed by his old master, Prince Shun Li Yu.

Pipa, He Xing.

Chen Hen thought that he had returned to Minzhong a long time ago, but who knew he was waiting for him here.

He didn't know when he was worth waiting for him like this.

He Xing smashed the shadows of candles all over the floor, took half a step forward, and smiled at him: "Long time no see, Liting."

Chen Hen happened to be in the shadow of the candlelight, his expression changed, and he finally replied: "Long time no see."

He Xing responded with a smile, took the candle in the hand of the entourage, and walked two steps forward.

The cabin was too small, he only took two steps, and the candlelight poured over Chen Hen's body, illuminating him clearly.

Chen Hen turned his head away from him, He Xing held the candlestick in one hand, and slapped the person around him with the other.

There was a solid, loud sound that made Chen Hen's face ache when he heard it.

"Who allowed you to treat Mr. like this?"

Chen Hen was sullen and unhappy, He Xing was a few years older than him, what did he mean by calling him Mr.

Chen Hen didn't say a word, just seeing what he had to do.

He Xing returned the candlestick to his entourage, took two quick steps forward, squatted down, raised his hand to brush away Chen Hen's scattered hair, and was about to touch his wound.

Chen Hen narrowed his eyes and smiled, and let him touch it.That is, it hurts a little, but nothing else.

"Don't blame me, sir, my subordinates are ignorant and disturbed you." He Xing explained, and stretched out his hand to untie him.

For a while, many thoughts ran through Chen Hen's mind.

If He Xing could be held hostage by broken porcelain pieces, then everything would be over.

It's just that this plan doesn't work right now.

One is that he still doesn't understand what He Xing wants to do, and the other is that he doesn't know what's going on at Lin Nian's place, so he doesn't dare to act rashly, so he won't hurt them.

The most important point is that Chen Hen's hand is not very strong now, it hurts.

He Xing wanted to make a play with him, but if he didn't act, he just watched the play.

At this time, He Xing's hand was on his, and he had already noticed something was wrong.He froze for a moment, then quickly lowered his eyes and smiled, firmly grasped Chen Hen's wrist, and snatched the broken porcelain from his palm.

The broken pieces of porcelain were thrown on the ground with a loud bang.

He Xing didn't seem to care at all, he still smiled and said, "Mr. is still a man of letters."

Chen Hen also smiled, but did not speak.

"It's my subordinates who were reckless. I'll apologize to you. I see that your hands and forehead are badly injured. There are medicines on board, so I ask you to go and pack the wound first?"

Chen Hen still didn't speak, but looked at him meaningfully.

He Xing has a thick skin, and even being stared at like this can add a little bit of flattery, and continued: "It's my fault for hurting the gentleman. Whether the husband is angry with me or them, I just want to send them off. You still have to take care of your body, sir."

It's better spoken than sung.Chen Hen lowered his head and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

What does he mean by that?

Could it be that what was said in the letter at that time: "You are a talent to help the world, the emperor owes you, and the world is ashamed of you. In January in Kyoto, you are loved by Qing. If you want to, hold a broom and hold tea. Serve Qing as a teacher. The position of King Xu Qinghou."

Chen hated not to believe it.

But Chen couldn't help but hate to believe it, and he couldn't help Chen hated not to follow.

He Xing turned around, took his hands, and was about to carry him on his back.

This time Chen Hen was really frightened, he broke away from his hand, gritted his teeth, stood up while supporting the wall, and said, "I'll go by myself, I don't need to trouble you."

Covering his hands in his sleeves, he clenched and loosened them.

Let's go and see.