Wearing a pheromone to become a fool

She tried her best to raise her small face, and said longingly: "When I grow up, I want to be a heroine like my mother."

Mother bowed her head, smiling all over her eyes: "The battlefield is too dangerous, and Ying'er is safe and sound, mother is satisfied."

"But I also want to protect the people like you."

"There are many kinds of protection, and protecting yourself and your loved ones is also one kind."

She was stumped by this question, she scratched her cheek and asked, "What is a beloved?"

Mother stopped, bent down and scratched her nose: "You will understand when you grow up."

Then her dream was reversed, and Wei Yansi appeared in her dream, with almond-like dark eyes, smiling as always, a warm smile, with the power to disperse the eternal night.

"A Si." She called Wei Yansi's name.

Wei Yansi stretched out his hand towards her, but as soon as he touched her fingertips, he disappeared like the wind.

The dream also fell into boundless darkness, and she ran helplessly in the darkness.

"Ace?"

"Where are you?"

She felt palpitations, and she woke up with a tremor, leaning against the tree and gasping for breath, thankfully it was just a dream.

Suddenly, someone was talking obliquely in front, it was the black old man and Geng Wangshu who had just come back from outside.

Qu Jinying pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, and when he learned that the old black man went to the gate of the township office to investigate the news, he was discovered by the yamen, who followed him all the way into the woods.

Since she disappeared, the imperial court has sent wave after wave of people, and this gang of rebels has also escaped wave after wave.

This time, because of Geng Wangshu's serious injuries, the rebels couldn't move forward and had to hide in the dense forest to let Geng Wangshu rest.

But the rebels didn't dare to rush into the city to find a doctor. Fortunately, one of the rebels accompanying them knew a little about medicine and searched for the herbs they needed in the dense forest.

Geng Wangshu took herbal medicine internally and externally, the wound kept recurring, not very good

Starting from yesterday, Geng Wangshu finally couldn't hold on anymore, his wound became inflamed, causing a high fever, and his whole body was in a daze.

He wore a thick cloak, curled up in the grass at half a person's height to sleep, and answered the black old man from time to time.

Qu Jinying closed her eyes and sneered, guessing that they were about to leave again, when she opened her eyes again, she saw Geng Wangshu walking towards her.

He is like a quilt that has been soaked in water, every step he takes is procrastinated, as if it took a lot of effort.

Geng Wangshu squatted down, showing a dagger.

Qu Jinying asked vigilantly, "What are you doing!"

Geng Wangshu didn't answer, but raised his other hand hidden under the cloak, with an apple lying in the palm.

He peeled off the peel with a dagger, quickly cut off a small piece, handed it to her mouth, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Eat it."

Qu Jinying dismissed him and looked away.

"You don't have enough to eat, but you don't have the strength to ride a horse."

Qu Jinying glared at him: "Where are you taking me?"

"Go to Yuzhou."

"What are you doing there?"

"Only if you go there, the dog emperor will go there. I want to avenge the 120 members of my Geng family, and use the blood of the dog emperor to pay homage to them."

Qu Jinying suddenly heard what happened to him, and there was a little pity in his eyes, but when he thought of what he did in Shuiyuehe, he gritted his teeth with hatred: "Long live has never left Yanjing City, what does your grievance have to do with him?" ?”

"I know best if it has anything to do with it?"

A sarcasm flashed across Qu Jinying's lips: "I advise you not to waste your efforts, she won't go to Yuzhou."

Geng Wangshu's dark eyes burst out with murderous intent: "You are wrong, she has already come."

Qu Jinying's pupils suddenly constricted.

The black old man on the side laughed twice, and said, "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, this stupid king is actually an infatuated species."

"Sixth Young Master knows things like a god." Feng He returned to the inn and reported to Wei Yansi that he found the old black man.

In fact, Wei Yansi is just an ordinary gambler, and the bargaining chip is Geng Wangshu's scarred body.

Now that Fenghe's pursuit of the black old man has been exposed, Geng Wangshu will definitely take Qu Jinying on the road, if he doesn't make a decisive decision, it will be difficult to meet him again.

She ordered Fenghe to call out all the hidden guards to rescue people in the dense forest.

Feng He persuaded: "We don't know how many people they have at the moment. If you rush to save people, you may suffer losses, and you will burn yourself instead. Your safety is the most important thing."

"Then don't use brute force to rely on outsmart."

Therefore, Fenghe went to the township office again, borrowed a team of yamen, and returned to the woods the same way, with the purpose of finding the depths of the forest and finding the den of the rebels.

But this township office is a native yamen, and the officials are all half-baked, and they are more agile with hoes than with knives.

Feng He led the way, splitting a clump of weeds with a knife, and comforted the officials: "They are just sneaky little guys, safety first, after you find out their whereabouts, don't confront them head-on, find a hidden place to hide and wait for an opportunity and move."

A stuttering official sent back to him: "You... don't you want a murderer? Why...is it 'some' again?"

Feng He wished he could slap himself twice, originally, if you are stupid, don't fool others like Wei Yansi.

He turned the conversation away and said, "The sixth son of my family led other men to intercept the thief's way on the other side of the forest. We will cooperate with the sixth son, and the two teams will attack the thief back and forth. It will definitely succeed."

The subordinates he mentioned were dark guards.

While talking, someone kicked something and made a bang.Everyone turned pale with fright, jumped and screamed.

Feng He hurriedly raised a finger: "Hush!"

When he got closer, he saw that it was him who had kicked a copper pot, and a small puddle of water spilled out of the spout.

His eyes lit up, and with the copper pot as the center point, he went around in a circle, and found fresh horse manure and a fire nearby.

He poked his finger into the fire again: "It's still hot, they just left."

Feng He was excited with blood all over his body, and led the officials to start running fast. He estimated the distance in his heart, ran for a while, knelt down, put his ears on the ground, and listened carefully.

It took him a long time to straighten his back again, and made a gesture, asking everyone to slow down and continue walking forward.

After about one stick of incense, they finally caught up with Geng Wangshu and his gang of rebels.

The rebels were each on a horse, sitting high on the saddle, their speed was not fast, and they were all hunched over and out of spirits.

Feng He guessed that Geng Wangshu was not the only one who was ill. When they walked a little further, he leaned out half of his body from behind the tree, tipped his toes, and looked more carefully. Finally, he saw a slender figure in the middle of the team. His black hair hangs down his waist, and his body is slim.

It must be Qu Jinying.

He was afraid of scaring the snake again, so he didn't dare to make more moves.

But Qu Jin's image vaguely sensed something, looking back suddenly, in the silence of the four fields, his eyes met.

With just one click, Qu Jinying's eyes were averted.

Feng He leaped onto the treetops with a gesture of lightness, looked as far as the eye could see, his gaze was always locked on Qu Jinying's back.

But seeing where she walked, a piece of silk handkerchief fell off.

Feng He quietly stepped forward and picked it up in his hands. There were three blood-red words written on it, the handwriting was scrawled and could only be recognized vaguely: "Si, go back."

The blood was not yet dry, it was written by Qu Jinying biting his finger.

Feng He's mood was a little low, and he murmured to himself: "Master Qinghui is not an ordinary weak woman."

He carefully folded the handkerchief, stuffed it into his chest, and then waved his hand, leading the officers to continue to follow.

The strange thing is that no one can be found after walking for a long time.

He thought, could it be that the rebels have changed their direction?

No, this dense forest is located between two mountains, there are only two exits, front and back, either go forward or go backward...

Of course there is a third possibility, the rebels noticed them and hid them.

Thinking of this, a chill ran up his spine along the soles of his feet, making Tianling Gai numb.

This kind of feeling is no stranger to Fenghe, it is a murderous aura, very heavy murderous aura, coming from all directions.

Feng He's face suddenly sank, and his body reacted instinctively as a martial artist, he got into a hidden bush and drew out his long sword at the same time.

The officials who came with him reacted much poorly, and fell to the ground after screaming a few times.

He held his breath, and peeled open a gap in the bushes, and saw that the officers and servants all had long darts stuck in their chests.

The body of the dart is printed with the red lotus that he is familiar with.

The blood stained the clothes of the officials, and also the grass and fields beneath them, the red and green overlapping, dazzling.

Live people are gone in the blink of an eye!

Feng He clenched his back molars, trying his best to control his body that was trembling with anger.

Swish!

Two darts pierced the air and slammed into his eyes hidden behind the slit.

Yihui with his long sword successfully blocked it.

bang.

Lightning flashed like light, and the torrential rain fell down with crackling, pouring down.

Immediately afterwards, Geng Wangshu fell straight down from the top of a tree, his black cloak fluttering in the chaotic heavy rain.

Feng He walked out of the bush calmly, with a straight back, with a kind of determination to withstand the wind and rain.

"It's you." Geng Wangshu recognized him, "You were the one who prevented me from killing the dog emperor last time, and today I must kill you to avenge my shame."

Behind Geng Wangshu, the old black man and the others appeared one by one.

The old black man said: "Altar Master, it was the negligence of the subordinates that lured him here, let the subordinates kill him!"

As soon as he spoke, a cold arrow pierced through his heart.

When the blood splattered, the wind whined.

The black old man who was hit by the arrow fell headlong into a pool of blood, his eyes were wide open, and there were still unfinished words in his half-open mouth.

The rebels looked back in the direction of the cold arrows, and saw two rows of masked guards in the distance, aiming at them with bows and arrows.

Just when they were surprised, the sword had left the string, pierced the air, and came swallowing mountains and rivers.

They reacted quickly, jumping off their horses and looking for shelter.

A few people couldn't dodge in time, they were hit by arrows one after another, but they didn't hurt their vital parts. They covered their wounds and gritted their teeth. Under the cover of their partners, they found a relatively safe shelter and hid in it for the time being.

Now even the hidden guards saw their flaws.The leader of the dark guard took a few steps back and stopped beside a shield, with Wei Yansi squatting behind him.

The leader knelt down on one leg, hugged his fist, and said a little excitedly: "Sixth son, there are not many rebels, and most of them are injured. The subordinates speculate that they may have been injured on the day when they confronted the officers and soldiers by the Shuiyue River." , The imperial court has hunted them down fiercely, they have never found a doctor, and their injuries have been dragging on, we can catch them all—"

The author has something to say: You guys dislike them getting together too soon~ Well, anyway, the next book is chasing wives and crematoriums, I will toss you to death~