Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

They lived in a rather high-end inn in Nanlin, Wu Lang was put on the bed, the coachman went out to eat and rest, and the guards took turns guarding the door.

Wu Lang, who was asleep, opened his eyes in time, and slowly sat up from the bed.He scanned the entire room with his eyes, and a plan arose in his mind.He picked up the pillow towel, rolled it into a ball, and tied it into a knot that was not easy to loosen. He threw it hard at the closed window, and then quickly lay back on the bed, yelling in panic, "Come on!".The window sash was knocked open by the cloth ball, and the sound and Wu Lang's alarm really led the guards outside the door in.

"Young master, what happened!"

After the two cold-faced guards entered the door, the first thing they did was to check whether Wu Lang was still in his original position. Seeing that he was still lying on the bed, they began to check the inexplicably opened window.Leaning out and looking out the window, there was nothing suspicious about the bustling market.

Wu Lang blushed from holding back, gritted his teeth and said, "A little thief just jumped out of the window from the roof and wanted to do something wrong. Hurry up and chase me!"

The one with darker complexion asked Wu Lang: "Young Master, can you see the appearance of that little thief?"

"Hmph, wearing a tattered beggar's attire, he looks like a poor boy. He has round eyes and a square face, and he's not very thin. He must not have run far, so catch him quickly!" Wu Lang was about to bite his cheeks. Broken, eyes full of anger, "If I can still move, how can I let this kind of villain be so bullied!"

The two guards looked at each other, and one of them said to the other: "You stay and take care of the young master, I will go and have a look."

"Ah."

As he spoke, the man jumped out of the window, and within a few jumps, he appeared at another street corner.

Seeing that Wu Lang was still angry, those who stayed behind comforted dryly: "My lord, don't be angry, Zambal will definitely capture that little thief and let you vent your anger."

Wu Lang snorted coldly and ignored him.The guards circled their heads and didn't continue to put their hot faces on their cold buttocks. They helped Wu Lang tuck the quilt and went out.

At this time, Wu Lang suddenly stopped him: "I want to eat, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat, son?"

"Do you know the crispy salted chicken in Nanlin City?" Wu Lang glanced at the guard mockingly: "You bumpkin, you don't even know about the crispy salted chicken. There is a shop that sells crispy salted chicken in Xing'an in the north of the city. I want to eat there. .”

The guard was a little hesitant: "Master, this... If something happens to you when you are left alone..."

"Why don't you go back early?"

"But……"

"Why do you have so many reasons, just say it if you don't want to, so as not to waste my saliva with you."

The guard opened his mouth, a little embarrassed, and finally said: "Then son, go to sleep, you can eat salted crispy chicken when you wake up."

Wu Lang turned his face away, and there seemed to be a few large characters written on the back of his head [Hurry up and buy it].

When he received this escort mission earlier, the guards who had been friends with him in the mansion gave him a look of wishing you good luck.The bad temper of this unknown son had already spread throughout the palace.Word of mouth spread among the servants that they were all afraid to serve this crippled cripple.The Prince of Bisheng doted on him so much that he let him go.Before parting from the lord, he also told him thousands of times that he should not let the young master lose a single hair in this escort.

I haven't gotten along with this young master before, and I don't have the concept of a bad temper.Along the way, I always feel that there are probably not many men who can be so sensitive and irritable.A simple sentence or two can also make him fly into a rage.

The guard smiled wryly, locked the windows, closed the door, and hurried to the salted crispy chicken shop in the north of the city without stopping.Going back a few steps later, I guess the young master is going to kill him with his eyes.

Wu Lang let out a breath slowly, and sat up suddenly from the bed.He rubbed his calf and quickly stepped out of the door.

He caught sight of the coachman eating in the lobby on the first floor of the inn. He had already finished his meal and wanted to come upstairs.Wu Lang was anxious, he couldn't let him find out that he had run away so quickly.He glanced around, pulled the waiter who came in the corridor of the guest room, pointed to the driver downstairs and said to the waiter, go down and tell that man that his master wants to take a hot bath, and ask him to get a bucket of hot water immediately go up.The waiter in the shop didn't ask any more questions after hearing the words, and immediately went down with a smile.Wu Lang watched the coachman being stopped by the shop waiter, chattered, then dubiously ran to the kitchen behind the inn to boil water.

Wu Lang's heart, which had been jumping to the throat, suddenly fell to the safe zone. He wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and walked downstairs pretending to be natural.The lobby was very noisy, Wu Lang brushed his hair to cover his face, and walked towards the gate very low-key.His heart was actually beating fast, his muscles were tense, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

It wasn't until he walked out of the inn and bathed in the hot sunlight outside the street that he really felt the trance of being reborn after a catastrophe.This feeling is even worse than when he escaped from the tunnel of the Linzi Palace back then.At that time, he could at least go wherever he wanted, with the elusive but loyal Chang Shan by his side.But now...

Wu Lang touched his thigh with a wry smile.

Breathing out a foul breath, Wu Lang immediately went to the pawnshop and pawned the coat covered in gold and gemstones.Although he was eager to get rid of it, but because it was deadly, the shopkeeper gave the money happily.

With money in his pocket, Wu Lang immediately bought a cloak.Then look for a carriage that is willing to drive a long distance.

The most important thing now is to leave Nanlin, contact Yang Jichuan, or contact Chang Shan.He wants to go back to Yongzhou, back to Guangze!

It's just that I asked several companies, but they were unwilling to travel long distances to the border.Wu Lang glanced at the sky, anxiously doubled the money, and finally someone nodded.

Wu Lang tugged at the brim of his cloak and hat, panted and sat down to drink water.After walking all afternoon, my legs are cramping.

This body is really useless.

Wu Lang paid a deposit to the new carriage driver, and told him to find any woman to accompany him out of town.The coachman was puzzled for a moment, seeing Wu Lang's generosity, fortunately he asked his own wife to be the woman.Seeing this situation, Wu Lang had no choice but to greet the coachman first, saying that if there is trouble going out of the city, he needs to pretend to be husband and wife with his wife, and let the coachman not mind.When he said this, his face turned pale, and he looked like he was about to cough or not.However, his appearance is handsome and uncommon, and when he smiled, the coachman blushed.After a moment of daze, he said that he must work hard to cooperate.

Wu Lang nodded, and was supported by the coachman's wife into the carriage.

Even in the car, Wu Lang wore a cloak, and the hat covered his head deeply.

The coachman's daughter-in-law often peeked at this handsome guest cautiously, thinking, did she go out of the city to see a doctor?

The coachman's daughter-in-law, Xiao Lian, said, "Mr. Xue, would you like to eat something first?"

Wu Lang told the coachman that his surname was Xue Mingqie, and his elder brother joined the army at the border. When he heard the news of his death, he went to take care of his funeral.

Wu Lang moved, and said: "No need, let's eat after leaving the city, thank you."

Xiaolian quickly waved her hands: "You're welcome, you're welcome."

The car bumped forward all the way, and seemed to have turned a corner.

At this time, Wu Lang suddenly felt a slight change in his heartbeat.He sat up in surprise, opened the curtain and poked his head out. The street illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun was filled with scattered passers-by, and there was no one he wanted to meet.

He touched his heart subconsciously, and continued to look around without giving up, only to see the intersection that was getting farther and farther away from him.

Sighing, Wu Lang sat back in the car.The hat that came off was loosely draped over her shoulders, and her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Xiao Lian stared blankly, unwilling to blink.

Wu Lang was amused by the little woman's expression, put on the hood again, leaned against the corner of the carriage with folded arms and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, the carriage slowed down, probably at the gate of the city.Wu Lang heard the voices of the city guards.

To check, and there are quite a few people.

Wu Lang lifted the curtain a little, and saw that there was already a small group of soldiers at the city gate.

They are checking the pedestrians one by one, very strict.

Such strict peer control is rare in Nanlin. If there is no accident, Situ Jing must know that he has escaped again.Heh, it's fast enough.

Finally it was their turn, Wu Lang coughed twice in due time.Xiao Lian got out of the carriage very cleverly, and cried to the officers and soldiers as soon as the veil was wiped off.Said that his seriously ill husband was in the car, and they were going out of the city to visit famous doctors.

The little woman cried, and most men couldn't stand it anymore. The soldiers opened the curtain of the carriage door, looked at Wu Lang who was coughing in the corner, and waved their hands impatiently for them to leave.

Xiao Lian wiped away her tears and handed the officers and soldiers a small piece of silver. The officers and men have worked hard.

The soldier tipped the weight of the silver, and his eyes and eyebrows were all satisfied.

Xiao Lian got into the carriage again, the driver waved his whip, and the carriage seemed to drive forward.

The barricades had all been removed, and all that was left was for the carriages to pass.An unexpected sound was like a ghost shouting, making the whole Nanlin freeze at this second.

"Wait a minute, madam, I don't know what kind of disease your husband is suffering from."

The carriage came to a halt again, surrounded by soldiers, the car curtain had been lifted, Xiao Lian looked at Wu Lang in a panic.

Wu Lang held his breath in his chest, feeling depressed.

It seems that he really lost his luck.This damned Situ Jing came here with the best point. He thought he was the leading actor in a TV series?

"Why don't you talk? Don't tell me you don't even know your husband's illness. It seems that this wife is really incompetent."

The head of Situ Jing's mount had already appeared in Wu Lang's field of vision.

Xiao Lian was already trembling with fear from this situation, unable to speak a word.

"It's not your husband in the car at all, is it? How dare you deceive the officers and soldiers, how dare you, don't let me take it!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Xiao Lian and the coachman were completely paralyzed by fright.

Wu Lang almost crushed his back teeth, "Go away, don't touch them." He got out of the car, stood on the seat of the horse, and saw Situ Jing standing beside him on a tall horse, wearing a black robe. , Jade Crown, just like back then.

Wu Lang took off his hat and looked down at Situ Jing condescendingly.

"The person you are looking for is me, and it has nothing to do with them."

The autumn wind was rustling, blowing Wu Lang's wide robe.

Situ Jing's black eyes were like water, silently staring at the man standing in front of him who refused to give in for a moment.He wanted to touch him, to hold his hand.However, Wu Lang's indifferent and resistant eyes were like knives, almost tearing his heart out.

All words are but one in the end.

Lang'er, come back.

At the same time, on the street a few streets away from the city gate, two black horses were driving one after the other.The ones sitting immediately were obviously Yang Jichuan and Chang Shan who were supposed to fight on the front line of Beirong.

Yang Jichuan touched his heart, his eyebrows frowned slightly.The inexplicable throbbing of his heart since he passed the intersection just now is still something he can't forget.He always felt that it was clearly the induction between him and Goro.But he saw no one.

"Chang Shan, haven't you arrived yet?"

"almost."

"Well, hurry up."

Thinking that Goro might be in Situ Jing's hands, he didn't want to wait for a second.