Mr. Fu ran away again today

After nightfall, it was colder and the wind was biting.The howling cold wind was like the roar of a monster, which made people feel a little creepy in this night.

Mo Chen was riding on the horse, his hands and feet were freezing cold.He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, stared blankly for a while, then took out the wine bag from his bosom.

The wine bag contained the spirits poured from the inn. Thinking that there might be no alcohol for a few days in the future, he cherished drinking it, and only took it out for a few sips when the cold was unbearable.

While drinking, Mo Chen thought, the old Taoist tricked him out of the pass, could it be that he wanted to freeze him to death?If Mr. Fu is not found, he will definitely strip the old man naked and tie him up in the restaurant where he often tells the story, so that he will know what will happen if he cheats himself.

After taking two sips of wine, the strong wine entered his throat, as if there was a fire burning all the way down, and soon there was a warmth in his stomach, and this warmth gradually spread throughout his body, and his hands and feet seemed to have a little warmth.

"Brother Yang?" Mo Chen called Yang Lang, and handed him the wine bag.

Yang Lang was not polite either, took a sip and returned it to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen was about to take back his wine bag, when he turned his head and saw the wounded soldiers on horseback and the soldiers walking beside the carriage, all of them shrunk their necks and hurried on their way with their heads bowed in muffled voices.

He simply said: "It's freezing cold, let's share it with everyone. A small sip will warm you up."

After hearing this, Yang Lang handed the wine bag to the soldier beside him, turned around and said, "Brother Mo Xian is really chivalrous, I thank Brother Mo Xian on behalf of the brothers."

Mo Chen hurriedly said: "Don't praise me. Who's heart is not fleshy? I just can't bear to eat meat and watch others starve."

Yang Lang also raised the corners of his lips, a bright moon in the sky, reflecting Mo Chen's youthful and handsome silhouette, Yang Lang suddenly understood why his master chose to stay on Mochen Island for several years.

Probably because of him?This benevolent and kind young man is a rare thing beyond the muddy water in their depths, like a piece of warm and clear jade, people can't take their eyes off it.

When the group reached the middle of the night, a little light of fire finally appeared in the distance, and under the light of the fire was the outline of the camp.

"It's almost there!" Yang Lang said happily, and he raised his voice, "Everyone cheer up! We'll be home soon!"

Mo Chen dozed off on the horseback with his back straight, and was awakened by his voice at this moment, opened his eyes and looked forward, and saw a tent.

"It's finally here." Mo Chen muttered, yawned, and let out a cloud of white mist. He rubbed his hands, stretched his arms and moved his stiff muscles and bones.

"I would also like to thank Brother Mo Xian for helping me all the way." Yang Lang said with a smile.

"I'm just dropping by, Brother Yang, you don't have to be polite." Mo Chen said, looking at Yang Lang, "It's just that Brother Yang, don't forget to ask Mr. Fu for me."

Yang Lang said with a cheerful smile: "Don't worry Mo Xiandi, I'll ask someone to set up a tent for you when you get back to the camp, and you'll have enough food, drink and sleep, and there will probably be news at dawn." Whether there is any news, just look His master said a word.

Mo Chen said gratefully: "Then thank you, Brother Yang."

Another half an hour later, the group finally arrived at the barracks, Yang Lang got off his horse and arranged for someone to take Mo Chen to rest.

Mo Chen followed two small soldiers to a tent, subconsciously glanced back before entering the tent, and saw Yang Lang hurriedly followed a small soldier.

The furnishings in the tent are minimal, with only a bed, a table, and two stools.

Soon someone brought a charcoal brazier, and Mo Chen waited for the tent to be warmed by the charcoal before taking off his cloak and wolf fur hat.Mo Chen asked Xiao Bing for another basin of hot water. He washed his face with hot water, applied a hot cloth to his face, and then picked up a dagger to shave off all the dregs of the green beard on his chin.

After shaving his beard, some soldiers brought hot meals and hot dishes. Mo Chen sat down and drank two bowls of meat soup, and then ate meat with wine.Thinking about seeing Mr. Fu in these two days, I suddenly feel that life is beautiful.

As soon as Yang Langcai entered the barracks, he was called into the account by Zhou Yi.

"His Royal Highness was captured? When did it happen?" Yang Lang was stunned, never expecting that such a change would happen after he was away for a few days.

Zhou Yidao: "At noon today..." He described what happened today one by one. Originally, according to King Li's plan, he led the army back to the camp. Wang Shu led people to ambush on the mountain, and King Li led Prince Beidi into set.But who knows that after Zhou Yi came back, what he waited for was the news that Li Wang was captured by Prince Beidi, and the thousand people led by Wang Shu were all beheaded at the mountain pass.

"We have spies here..." Otherwise, how could such an accident happen this time?Originally, I thought it would frustrate the enemy's morale, but now thousands of soldiers died tragically, and His Royal Highness Li Wang was captured. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel cold all over my body, "Since I got the news, I have ordered my personal guards to be in the barracks. At the same time, three teams were sent to the rescue, but no one has come back alive. The enemy camp must have taken precautions... Fortunately, Yang Lang, you came back in time. You are a master of swordsmanship and as light as a swallow. If someone can quietly Infiltrating the enemy and rescuing His Highness, I am afraid that you are the only one!"

Yang Lang cupped his hands and said: "General Zhou, please rest assured, I'll set off right away—" Before the words finished, Yang Lang frowned and subconsciously covered his right arm.

It was only then that Zhou Yi noticed the wound on Yang Lang's arm. The bandage had already been soaked in blood, and it was completely integrated with the black clothes. Unless he looked carefully, he couldn't see it.

Zhou Yidao: "Are you injured?"

Yang Lang said: "I met bandits on the road and got shot with an arrow, so it's fine."

Zhou Yi is a soldier, and he knows how much an injury to his right arm hinders the use of weapons: "Even if you can sneak into the enemy camp like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape smoothly."

Yang Lang also hated himself for being injured at this time, he was still somewhat sure of sneaking into the enemy camp, but once he was discovered while rescuing His Highness, he might not only be unable to escape, but also implicate His Highness.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said, "You'd better not go, I'll select a few soldiers from among the soldiers, and go to investigate again before dawn. Otherwise, with the way that group of barbarians behave, I'm afraid they will be thrown away at dawn. Your Highness and the prisoners of our army are bound to the battlefield... When the two armies confront each other, our army will definitely be defeated!"

"If there is really someone who can save His Highness, General Zhou will wait until now?" Yang Lang frowned, and suddenly, he thought of someone, "I know that there is a person who is definitely better than me, as long as he makes a move, he will be able to save him." Your Highness is out of trouble!"

Zhou Yi was startled and said, "There are still such people in the army?"

Yang Lang said: "It's not someone from the military camp, it's a knight-errant I met on the road."

Zhou Yi hesitated and said: "The knight-errant never cared about the affairs of the court, would he agree to save His Highness?"

Yang Lang looked at the dancing flames in the brazier, and said firmly, "He will."

After Yang Lang came out of Zhou Yi's tent, he went straight to Mo Chen's resting tent.

The oil lamp in the tent has not been extinguished yet, and the dim, soybean-sized lamp glows faintly, and the person sleeping in the bed with clothes on can be vaguely seen.

The moment Mo Chen stepped into the camp, he sensed the killing intent released from Mo Chen's body instantly, and his footsteps could not help but pause.

"It's Brother Yang..." Mo Chen calmed down the cold light on his body after seeing the person coming. He sat up and asked, "Brother Yang, do you need me?"

At this time, Yang Lang couldn't care less about being polite to him, he strode up to Mo Chen's bed and said, "I have found the Mr. Fu you want to see."

"Found it?" So fast?He only lay down for a while, and there was news?Could it be that Mr. Fu is in the barracks right now?

Mo Chen asked: "Where is he?"

Yang Lang said: "Beidi camp."

Mo Chen: "..."

Yang Lang continued: "The two armies are fighting today. His Royal Highness Prince Li planned to capture Prince Beidi alive, but he was betrayed by the thieves and fell into the hands of the enemy. We must rescue him before dawn, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

After hearing this, Mo Chen didn't want to think about the consequences, he fell down on the bed: "It's the rules of the world, don't meddle in court affairs, I've already broken the rules once today, this time I really can't help."

Yang Lang seemed to have expected that Mo Chen would say this, he said: "If you save His Highness, you will be able to see your Mr. Fu."

This sentence is a naked/naked threat.Anger welled up in Mo Chen's eyes, and the sword in his hand was three inches out of the sheath, making a sound of metal rubbing, as if warning Yang Lang to be careful with his head.

Mo Chen stood up, he picked up the hat from the end of the bed and put it on, then wrapped the gray wolf fur cloak around his body, looked at Yang Lang and said, "Don't use Mr. Fu as a cover, you want to use me to save you King Li, I Let me tell you that this is absolutely impossible. Mr. Yang, if we disagree with each other, Mo Mou will leave!"

Yang Lang took a step back, stopped in front of Mo Chen, and blocked his way: "I didn't lie to you! If you save His Highness and you still can't see Mr. Fu, you can kill him or kill him!"

Mo Chen's eyes were full of jokes: "I heard that the nobles of the palace like to keep a few loyal dogs by their side. If the owner is in trouble, these loyal dogs will go ahead even if they themselves are smashed to pieces..."

Mo Chen's meaning is very clear, you are just a dog raised by King Li who is willing to die for him, why should I trust you?

Mo Chen brushed Yang Lang away with his sword, and was about to step out of the camp when Yang Lang's voice came from behind him: "Does Island Master Mo deny this?"

Mo Chen's heart was shocked when he heard him say "Island Master Mo". When he turned his head, he saw a jade pendant hanging in Yang Lang's palm. The jade pendant was only half the size of a palm, and the floating flowers inside looked like mountains and rivers The lake is generally very special, and his face suddenly changed.