flapping wings

Mu Xiaoque hugged Qi Ping and walked into the distant cave. He threw a grass bed on the ground, carefully placed Qi Ping on it, and then covered him with the thick clothes he took off from the corpse.

Finger stroked on Qi Ping's lips, Mu Xiaoque raised her hand and rolled off the hairband tied behind her head, helped Qi Ping to sit in her arms, combed his hair gently, and finally tied it like a rabbit's tail A short ponytail.

"Xiaoqi, I'm sorry," Mu Xiaoque closed his eyes and pressed a kiss on Qi Ping's forehead, he blamed himself: "I wanted to accompany you for a longer walk, but now I'm afraid I can't do it, I don't have any precious things, hair bands Leave it to you, leave the flagon to me."

"Forget about me," Mu Xiaoque suddenly choked up when he said this, buried his head in Qi Ping's neck, and said sullenly: "No, don't forget me so quickly, three years, no, one year , Half a year, just half a year, accompany me on this last journey, please."

Turning his head to look into the cave entrance, Mu Xiaoque stretched out a palm and patted on the mountain wall, the snow fell one after another, and after a while, all kinds of traces were completely buried in the thick snow layer.

Returning to the main road, he walked for a long time until he was sure that no one could figure out Qi Ping's location. Then he turned into the nearest town, and under the watchful eyes of the guards, he reached out and took off his sword and threw it on the ground.

The last light of the sun was covered by the thick clouds, and the heavy snow poured down, falling on the torture vehicle rattling on the road, and covering the body of the wooden sparrow sitting cross-legged with its eyes closed.

There was snow along the way, the car often slipped, and the road was not easy to walk. A soldier exhaled white steam, spit on the ground, and complained to the man next to him: "It's not good luck to choose us for nothing." !"

"You are unlucky, the official is so happy from ear to ear," another person raised his chin towards the carriage in front, "We have to be rewarded to enter the palace, and I don't know if we brothers can make some money."

After finishing speaking, he raised the whip in his hand and was about to whip it at the wood sparrow in the car, but was suddenly stopped halfway by the centurion following him.

The centurion poured a bowl of water and stuffed it for the prisoner in the car, and then he touched the Ye Mingzhu in his arms for confirmation, and took out the broken silver from it and distributed them one by one.

Under the surprised and puzzled gazes of everyone, he finally said: "This man has many friends and many enemies. There must be benefits along the way, but we have agreed, no matter how much money is, we only accept business from friends." .”

A soldier couldn't help but asked aloud, "Why is this?"

The centurion recalled what happened the night before, and said bitterly: "Because if he is injured and disabled, we will definitely be the next one to have an accident!"

This group of people finally saw the gate of Duzhou City after walking for two days. From a distance, they saw a large group of people stopped at the gate of the city, obviously waiting here early.

After entering the city gate of Duzhou, Mu Xiaoque finally opened his eyes. At this time, Wuyang Wuyang's people were standing on both sides of the road, which was exactly the same as the scene when he escorted the prisoner back to Beijing.

Suddenly, a rotten vegetable leaf hit his knee, and then all kinds of things were thrown towards the execution vehicle, Mu Xiaoque turned his head to avoid it, and quietly looked to both sides of the road.

Most of them are people they don't know, but Mu Xiaoque can be sure that there must be enemies who hate him to the bone. After all, as a knife, he has done too many dirty things.

"Don't smash it!"

A wild sparrow finally couldn't help but roared, but the sound was quickly covered by the noise and drowned in the crowd.

Zhao Li wore a hood and followed the execution vehicle unobtrusively in the crowd. His back was straight, and one hand was always on the hilt of his sword, guarding against possible danger.

Mu Xiaoque had noticed him a long time ago, but he just ignored him. His eyes were always searching the crowd, and after making sure he didn't see the familiar face, he couldn't tell what it was like.

The criminal car was driving on the main road of Duzhou City like a parade, Mu Xiaoque suddenly turned his head to look diagonally behind, and then saw a handsome young man.

Like Zhao Li, this son also followed him all the way.

The moment their eyes met, the young man's eyebrows stretched out, and he slowly touched his arms. At the same time, in various places on both sides of the street, everyone touched the weapons in their hands as if they were being guided, and made gestures. Fighting stance.

However, before the young master touched the dagger, Mu Xiaoque shook his head resolutely at him.

His eyebrows were full of doubts, and he shook his head, as if he was confirming the answer.

Mu Xiaoque lowered his hands lightly, nodded to answer his question, then turned around as if nothing had happened, and he didn't need to say anything more, because he saw Xiang Qing'er on the second floor of the Yuelai Teahouse just passing by.

Qian Mian's shoulder was pressed, he turned his head to look at Xiang Qing'er puzzled, waiting for an answer.

"You can't save him like this," Xiang Qing'er pulled Qian Mian through the crowd, turned into a nearby alley, and said as she walked, "There are only two ways to save Mu Xiaoque, one is to let the emperor show mercy, and the other is It is to overthrow the Zhao family’s rule.”

"The second is obviously impossible, we can only find a way on the first."

"Go find Zhao Yi."

Xiang Qing'er was slightly taken aback, she stopped and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Qi Ping coming from the corner of the alley, with the nondescript ponytail still tied behind his head.

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Snapped!

A whip full of barbed thorns lashed at Mu Xiaoque's body, immediately scraping off a layer of flesh and blood. The muscles on his body trembled slightly, and the hands tied above his head were clenched into fists, and he endured wave after wave of attacks. pain.

Cold sweat mixed with blood droplets slowly flowed down, stored in the cracked flesh, like thousands of mosquitoes biting, the flesh throbbed with pain.

Since entering this cell, the whipping has not stopped, no one came to interrogate him, to ask him what happened that day and what happened again.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After being whipped three times in a row, Mu Xiaoque clenched her teeth tightly, lowered her head and said nothing. If you don't pay attention to his trembling eyelashes, people may mistake him for a dead person.

Whoa!

A bucket of salt water was splashed on him, and Mu Xiaoque finally raised his head to take a look. His eye sockets were flushed, and his forehead was bulging with blood vessels as thick as bugs because of the pain.

Snapped!

As the barbs from the salt water pierced hard into the flesh, Mu Xiaoque's breathing stagnated, and after a long time, she slowly took her next breath.

This wave of torture was finally over, and when the footsteps could no longer be heard, Mu Xiaoque finally choked up with sweat all over his face, he breathed tremblingly and moved his hanging arm, finding a slightly more comfortable position.

Suddenly there was a clattering sound, and Mu Xiaoque froze all over. He lowered his head and looked at his toes, which were bare and his nails had been pulled out.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear the sound. He raised his head suspiciously, and met a pair of graceful and noble eyes.

Mu Xiaoque couldn't help but dodge her eyes, and quickly looked down at the tattered and dirty clothes on her body, moving her body slightly, trying to cover the ugly wound on it.

"What about the medicine?"

"No more," Mu Xiaoque now straightened his back, lowered his head like a child who made a mistake, and explained: "I was poisoned during the mission."

After not hearing an answer for a long time, Mu Xiaoque gripped the ground tightly with his toes, and his whole body became more and more tense. His head was buried in his chest again, and a strand of sticky hair fell down to his chest.

Finally the voice rang out again, "Where's the hairband?"

"Give it away..."

Before Mu Xiaoque could finish speaking, two slaps sounded, two heavy slaps had already been slapped on his face, and his cheeks were burning hot.

"Useless trash, how did I give birth to such a non-progressive thing like you!"