Proudly follow your heart

Since Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao left Chixia, they disappeared from the eyes of the officers and soldiers.

The imperial court has already issued a wanted arrest, but it is difficult to find their whereabouts. There are still a lot of difficult things to be solved.

Autumn has passed, and early winter is approaching. The cold wind begins to sweep through the summer country, bringing fallen leaves all over the ground. No matter how the weather changes, there is always something to be done.

Every year, the local officials store the grain for the winter locally, and some of it has to be handed over to the state treasury to escort the grain to Shundu. Everything is the same as in previous years, but this year, this batch of grain was robbed on the way!

This is a routine thing every year, everyone is used to it, whether it is the route of escorting grain and grass, or the handover in the station, it has become a routine every year, not to mention that this is imperial grain, who would dare to snatch it?But, this year, some people dared to seize the food!

A group of people in black, like locusts crossing the border, look crazy, what's more frightening is that these people are all masters, no one can stop them, whoever blocks them will die, and their lives must be saved, who wants to die for this, The soldiers and horses escorting the imperial food quickly abandoned the food and fled.

The imperial rations were robbed, and there were more than one incidents like this.

Emperor Pingkang was furious, but since none of these people in his hands was a match for those lunatics, how could they be captured?

The court ministers couldn't help thinking, if there was no matter in front of them, if the Yingxiao League was still there, this kind of madman would never be so arrogant, and the Yingshuai would arrest people, not only the courtiers think so, but the common people also say so of.

If the Yingxiao League is still there... Of course, this is just thinking about it. No one dares to say it. They don't say it, but some people will say it. In the end, all kinds of rumors circulating among the people still spread to the court, and the result can be imagined .

Right now, who in the court doesn't know that this group of people was sent by Nangong Cang Ao, and they were ordered by the "Commander Eagle"!

What they did was to keep the court busy with dealing with them, and they had no time to hunt them down. At the same time, this was Nangong Cangao and Jun Zhanran's counterattack, so that everyone in the court knew who was the knife and who was the fish.

At this time, it is called self-knowledge of suffering, and the officials knew it well, but due to face, no one told the truth.

Do they want them to say that it was His Majesty who forced Nangong Cang Ao to rebel, and also had a bad relationship with that ghost Wushuang in Wulou, which caused Xia to be in such a predicament today?

For a long time, Pingkanghuang Huangde was not regarded as a foolish emperor in the eyes of the ministers, but the reason why he targeted the two people so much made the ministers puzzled.

On the way to Linnan, the cold wind is blowing, and the winter is getting stronger.

The sky is getting colder, and white mist often gathers in the dry air. Whether it is dust or cloud haze, it is impossible to see clearly. Several carriages are slowly driving on the official road, and the white mist spit out by the driver's mouth is in the air. Driving, the dead leaves under the wheels made a cold cracking sound like autumn butterflies being crushed.

Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao were in one of the carriages, they were not in a hurry to get to the border, they walked at a leisurely pace along the way.

"Using them to do these things is perfect." The car was shaking, and the sunlight shining in through the curtain was also faint, casting a light layer of light on Jun Zhanran's face.

He spoke slowly, taking a sip of his wine.

It seemed that the farther he was from Shundu, the lighter his expression became. Nangong Cangao was not sure if this was his illusion, but in this dry and cold weather, Jun Zhanran seemed to have something more pure.

It was as if the dust and mist that had covered his body for many years were lifted away by something, leaving only the most authentic him, and he was not shy about expressing this truth.

"I've already said that these things are what they are good at, so it's right to leave it to them." While answering the words, Nangong Cang Ao lifted the curtain of the car and glanced out, the carriage that Nangong Nian was riding in was right behind them.

The prisoners who came out of the tower, except for Xu Ziyi who had been released a long time ago, most of them were gangsters who did evil things, and there were also fierce martial arts demons. Apart from keeping them to protect Jun Zhanran, Cang Ao used others to add chaos to Huang De.

Along the way, a lot of people lived safely, and they didn't meet any chasing soldiers from the brigade. Of course, they themselves were very careful.

Jun Zhanran was inconvenient to ride a horse, so he could only ride in a carriage. In the carriage, he was wearing a light fur coat with one hand, and there was a small table in front of him, the two sides were fixed under the window sill, and on the table was a jug of wine and some dry food.

Behind the carriage is a long row of convoys. After all, Nangong Nian is old. He was specially placed in the carriage for fear that he would be tired. , they were watched all the time, and went with them. The rest of the people had dispersed and would only meet at the border.

"Although these people are dangerous to use, it's better than letting your night owl take risks." Jun Zhanran's tone was even lighter when it came to irrelevant people.

Of course, Nangong Cang Ao knew who the "these people" he was talking about were. There were not a few prisoners who should have been executed and died. They have now been divided into two parts. One part must be giving Huang De a headache, while the other part is nearby. ...

"You don't want to be happy too early!" As if a leaf fell on the roof of the carriage, one of the "evil ghosts" jumped from the tree and landed on the roof of the carriage.

The prisoners who came out of the tower are now called "evil ghosts" by Jun Zhanran. For a person like him who is neither alive nor dead, the name "evil ghosts" who follows him is more appropriate, and they are indeed like evil spirits.

"The day I get the antidote is when you pay the price." The cold grinning laughter seemed to freeze in the mist.

"In that case, I should make you obey me for the rest of your life." The people in the car didn't respond in particular, they just replied indifferently, and the evil ghost on the roof was speechless for a moment.

Then, a vial was thrown on the roof, "Then, this is wound medicine."

"Mr. Jun has such good intentions? You use poison to force people to submit. You self-proclaimed chivalrous people are also shameless. You want us to work for you, but you actually put poison in the food." After catching the wound medicine, the man fell from the roof of the car. On the ground, cynicism also came with the wind.

Originally, they were the ones who poisoned people, but when did they fall to the point of being poisoned and controlled by others? !It's really annoying!

"Don't worry, since you've already used poison, you won't use it a second time. It's just wound medicine. Use it or not, it's up to you." Leaning against the car window, Jun Zhanran took a sip of wine slowly, " I have never been stingy with my own people, as long as you are my subordinates for a day, I will protect you for a day."

The evil ghost beside the car sneered, "Even if you are forced by poison?"

"Even if you're forced by poison." Jun Zhanran replied calmly, closing his eyes slightly, and slowly put down the wine cup.

The evil spirit outside the car was taken aback, and left with a cold snort.

The empty wine cup was picked up by two hands, Nangong Cang Ao's palm had calluses made by practicing knives, it was thick and wide, and Jun Zhanran was very used to the touch. He held his hand in his palm, and played with his fingers once and for all, as if it was something interesting.

The palm was caressed, Nangong Cangao's voice was a bit lazy, and the warm breath blew in his ears, "In any case, these people should be careful, if you don't want to bother, I will let Ye Xiao They pay attention."

Infected by Nangong Cangao, his tone became lazier, "It's okay, they don't dare to take any action for a while, and even if they want to take action, it will be when they reach the border."

"It turns out that Zhan Ran has already settled it, it's useless for me to worry about you." Pretending to sigh, Nangong Cang Ao's fingertips lightly rubbed against his palm.

"That's really bothering you." He smiled lightly, closed his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, Jun Zhanran didn't fail to notice that the place Nangong Cang Ao had been touching was exactly where he was injured.

The originally flawless hand, in order to block the knife, had an obvious scar on the palm. The slightly raised scar passed under Nangong Cangao's finger. Sometimes he would hold his hand and kiss it a few times. But most of the time it is not mentioned.

"When you get to Xiananguan, if something happens, I won't allow you to block the knife with your hands." Perhaps it was a fallout today, but Nangong Cangao took the initiative to mention his injury, "Your unparalleled hands are mine. If there is another mistake, I will ask for you."

"You can't say for sure. You must first ensure that you don't let me waste my wound medicine again. My hands are used to make poison, not to save people." Jun Zhanran smiled half-smile, squinting Looking at Nangong Cang Ao.

"Yes, I will be careful not to worry Zhanran." Nodding with a smile, he took a shallow kiss, which gradually deepened.

The closer you get to Linnan, the colder the wind becomes, and it's already winter before you know it.

Finally, they arrived at the city outside Xia Nan Pass that day. Unexpectedly, what was waiting for them was not the counterattack of the evil spirits they had imagined.

"Leader! Not good!" Before reaching the city wall, after seeing the scene outside the wind and sand clearly, Wen Rufeng suddenly jumped back.

Outside the city, there is only a dense wall of people, gold and iron horses, full of evil spirits, completely blocking the sight.

The leader of the army sat high on the horse, the bright silver armor shone coldly in the sun, the iron hoof, the black horse, and the red tassel, laughed loudly, "Nangong Cangao, I have been waiting for a long time, I haven't seen you for many years, do you still remember who I am?" ?”