Zha Gong's evolutionary path

Lin Gongru left the main tent for a cup of tea, and his bodyguards packed up the pieces of pottery pots on the ground, sorted out the documents that Lin Gongru had read, and then left the main tent.

When Yan Shuli heard the footsteps gradually disappearing, Fang opened his eyes, lowered his head, and spit out a very small, very thin file that was secretly hidden under the tip of his tongue when he was drinking the medicine just now.Moyi purposely prepared the medicinal liquid to be so thick and viscous, one for the sake of full medicinal properties, and the other for making other people unaware of this delicate object buried at the bottom when they examine the medicine.

Fortunately, no one would think of checking the medicinal soup cooked by the chief military doctor himself, so this little thing was delivered to Yan Shuli without any problems.

Yan Shuli bit the sharp side of the thin blade between his lips, raised his handcuffed hands, bit the file and approached the keyhole of the shackles, slowly moved left and right, trying to pick the lock little by little.

This method of unlocking is very laborious, and the control of the strength needs to be extremely precise. Even a slight deviation will make it difficult to open the shackles carefully crafted by these Yanliang soldiers.Nor could he inflict any visible wounds on his wrists or between his lips that would make his escape attempt obvious.

I don't know if the medicine he drank had any effect. He bit the flat file and had just pried off the shackles on his right wrist. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a violent movement in his stomach.

Yan Shuli was so shocked that he almost lost his grip on the file, and sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

He stabilized his mind, forced himself not to pay attention to the gradually aching lower abdomen, and brought his attention back to unlocking.However, as time went by, the effects of the medicine became more and more severe. When he also freed his other hand, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and the soft bulge on his abdomen began to become faintly hard.

He looked outside, and there were people coming and going outside the main tent, but fortunately, no one thought of coming in to see the situation.

Yan Shuli spat out the file to the ground, covered the bulge under the black armor with a pale face, and gasped for a few breaths.

After hundreds of battles, big and small, he has long been used to getting new injuries everywhere on his body, and it is not a problem to suffer pain.At this time, there was a burst of pulling pain in his abdomen, which was expected by him, and it was still within the range of tolerance.

However, that kind of pain is not only a torment to the body, but also pulls the heart, connects the skin, and pulls the bones.He closed his eyes and endured silently for a while, and gradually found it unbearable.

Putting his hands on the ground, he slowly moved his body back, leaning himself against the wooden stake, his temples were already wet with the fine sweat oozing from his forehead.

He really wanted to untie the armor, without any hindrance, to touch and comfort the frightened little guy with the warmth of his palm, this impulse became more and more unstoppable as the pain in his abdomen became more and more intense. contain.When Yan Shuli came back to his senses, he had already untied Xuanjia's heavy belt, put one hand into his constantly moving abdomen, and stroked the swollen abdomen that had been shrunk by the hard Xuanjia.

Something was kicking under the palm of his hand, protesting, kicking in pain, crying silently.

"I'm sorry..." He touched his stomach that was stiff and weak at the time, completely oblivious to the fact that he was muttering, "You, you shouldn't exist—uh..."

With an unexpected /groan/groan/, Fang let out a half-breath, and was suppressed by him again.General Xuanjia tilted his head back slightly, panted, and tried his best to gather his mind, not letting the layers of pain that spread up to overwhelm him.

His back was already drenched with sweat, and his skin was covered with cold, iron-made black armor, with goosebumps appearing on his skin.He tilted his head, and was forced to vomit by the strong movement in his stomach. He retched a few times, but couldn't spit out anything.

Sweat trickled down the corners of his eyes and into his slightly opened pupils, causing his eyes to blur from the stinging pain.

Yan Shuli endured another wave of pain from the medicine, groped with his fingers, and found the file he had just dropped on the ground. After panting heavily, he curled up his legs, and tentatively opened the keyhole on his ankle.

This time it was not as smooth as before, he was so painful that he lost his aim, and the file hit his ankle several times.Because of the excessive force, even through the toenail, the skin was still injured, and a few traces of blood flowed down the toenail.

But Yan Shuli didn't care about it at all.

His time is running short, Lin Gongru or Lin Gongru's subordinates will come back at any time, he must loosen all the shackles before they realize something is wrong, and then——

General Xuanjia froze suddenly, his hand holding the file trembled violently, and a clear bloodstain was drawn on his index finger.

The dull pain in the lower abdomen just now suddenly escalated into colic, as if seven or eight hands were pulling inside his body at the same time, and it was as if a rumbling rolling stone was crushed directly from his abdomen.

Such a weird and irresistible pain came from the softest part of his body, even the battle-tested Yan Shuli was defenseless.He straightened his body with all his strength, and firmly dug his other hand into the ground under him.

He suddenly heard voices coming from the door of the main tent, as if someone was about to open the curtain and come in.

Yan Shuli's eyes turned black from the pain. At this juncture, fortunately, he still had three parts of the Lingtai clear. He quickly put the knife, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, under his tongue and pressed it down. The untied handcuffs were handcuffed back superior.

After doing all this, he leaned heavily back to his original position, his hands unconsciously pressed tightly on his abdomen.

It was Lin Gongru's bodyguard who came in. He went around the tent and took a few things out.

Before leaving, the young guard followed Lin Gongru's instructions and took a special look at Yan Shuli, noticing that the captive general's complexion was paler than before he took the medicine, and he was almost lifeless.The chest rose and fell violently, and the hands hugged the stomach tightly, as if desperately trying not to let himself/groan/groan/make a sound.

The guard thought for a while. Dr. Moyi seemed to have explained earlier that the body of this Qi countryman is different from that of Yanliang people. After drinking the medicine, there may be some physical rejection to some extent. Don't worry about him. It will be fine in a day or two. .

After thinking about it this way, he felt that as long as Yan Shuli was still panting, it would be nothing serious, so he went straight with a handful of documents.

The moment the curtain was lowered, Yan Shuli finally couldn't support his body anymore, and fell to the ground trembling.

The pain in the abdomen surged up wave after wave like never before, no amount of pain from knives, guns and rockets seemed to be far inferior to this pain of constant pulling and biting.He pressed his body tightly to the ground, his hands convulsively grabbed the chains that imprisoned him, and with the help of the cold touch, he managed to maintain a little bit of thin sanity.

His thoughts were slowly drifting away, and he forcibly pulled them back again and again.Under the tug-of-war between pain and sanity, the boundary of consciousness began to blur slowly.

The memory swayed in a trance, slowly going back to the moment when I first met Lin Gongru that year.

At that time, he had just been named General Zuo, young and energetic, and a confidant crossed the border between Qi State and Yanliang, intending to sneak in to spy on the enemy.

The confidant pointed to the towering mountain in front of him, and persuaded him without doubt, Major General, to climb over that mountain and enter the border of Yanliang.There are always Yanliang soldiers stationed on that mountain, we are alone and weak, if we accidentally leak our identities, we will be directly sent to prison.

Yan Shuli raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of? I will have my own way not to reveal my identity. I will come back as soon as I go. You stay here for no more than five hours, and I will bring good news."

"General..." Although his confidant was still worried, he couldn't beat Yan Shuli in the end.He had no choice but to lead the horse and wait under the tree, watching Yan Shuli change into the stolen Yanliang civilian clothes and lightly enter the path up the mountain.

Before entering the mountain, Yan Shuli and his soldiers had already figured out the topography of the mountain, and they also knew where the Yanliang soldiers were stationed, as long as they avoided those places.

If you accidentally run into a mountain patrolling soldier, you just need to lie that you are a commoner living in the mountains——Yanliang pursues the policy of raising soldiers with the people during wartime, and the soldiers and civilians work together in farming in leisure time. Where there are troops stationed, there must be There are local people.As long as he has a little understanding of farm work and Yanliang's local customs, this lie is not easy to expose.

With a knife and ax on his waist, Yan Shuli pretended to chop firewood and put it in the pannier on his back; he walked vigilantly towards the original route.

He planned to cross this mountain and enter the town below the mountain, so that under the guise of doing business, he could listen to the deployment of some Yanliang troops.

There are verdant forests in the mountains, chirping birds, and a bright and clear mountain stream that passes leisurely through the valley and winds between the cobbled embankments, creating a scene of prosperity and peace.

Yan Shu left for more than half an hour, carrying a basket full of firewood, squatting by the stream to wash his face.The cool stream water splashed on his face, and he felt refreshed for a while.

He was just sixteen or seventeen years old, and he still had a bit of a playful mind. On a whim, he took off his shoes and socks, and washed his feet in the stream barefoot to play.There are also many small black fishes in the stream, chasing his ankles and swimming around.

Yan Shuli usually had to put on airs in front of his subordinates, so he was really tired and flustered; now that he was far away from the sight of his subordinates, he could finally let go of his general posture, and now he was stepping on the water splashing loudly, following the fish They had a great time.

After playing for a while, he returned to the shore and prepared to start again.As soon as he put on the shoes and socks, he was startled and turned around suddenly.

There are many bright red safflower trees growing beside the stream. The flowers are dense, tall and plump, and the effect of covering the sight is far more successful than that of safflower trees in other places.That's why Yan Shuli stayed by the stream for so long, and only now did he realize that there was a man with the appearance of a farmer standing there at some point.

The man was dressed in the simplest Yanliang people's attire, and carried a basket on his back like him, but what was inside was not firewood, but animals such as birds and hares that had just died.With a bow and arrow bag pinned to his waist, he raised his eyebrows and stood by the bushes, looking at Yan Shuli with great interest.

The young General Qi Guozuo was stunned for a moment, then felt a little embarrassed—the farmer had watched his youthful demeanor just now, and I don’t know how long he had watched it—then he immediately woke up, Pull up your spirits and prepare to deal with this uninvited guest who fell from the sky.

"What a coincidence, this elder brother also came to the mountains to beg for a living?" He put on the firewood basket again, walked towards the farmer generously, and said with a smile.

When I got closer, I found that although the farmer was dressed as a farmer, he was handsome, tall and straight, with a pair of meaningful peach blossom eyes. Even when he was not smiling, he seemed to have a three-point affection.The farmer watched him approach, then looked at the heavy firewood basket behind him, raised his eyebrows, and laughed too.

"Yeah, do you live in this mountain? Why have I never seen you?"