Song Yuzhang

Meng Tingjing was used to living at sea, and he was more comfortable handling boats than cars. He felt that the captain was driving slowly, so he personally drove the boat forward at full speed.

He brought enough soldiers, and the rivers in Shankang were all ordinary passenger boats. When he saw soldiers and guns on board, he thought that all these tricks had been brought to the waterway, so he could only accept the search with a sad face. Meng Tingjing confirmed that Without the shadow of Song Yuzhang, these people were ordinary traders, and immediately gave up, and continued to move forward according to the direction of the rest of the ships pointed by those traders. He stayed up for days and nights, but he stood like an iron man, his eyes shining Shooting in all directions, he looks much more energetic than the little soldiers who are changing shifts.

Fu Mian held the binoculars in his hand, and after careful observation, he found that there were soldiers on board the chasing boat, who were grabbing the railing of the boat and vomiting.

Throwing the binoculars in his hand to his subordinates, Fu Mian quickly returned to the cabin. He took out a robe and put it on Song Yuzhang, and then tied him tightly with hemp rope.

Song Yuzhang was being toyed by him, and suddenly realized something, his heart beat fast for an instant.

Fu Mian took the handkerchief and rolled it into a ball, and when the handkerchief touched Song Yuzhang's mouth, the two looked at each other, and there was a flash of light in their eyes. Fu Mian was stunned for a moment and then smiled, "It turns out that you are quite energetic." He lowered his voice and said: "The people from the 23rd division are here, you can try to make some noise, but the actor's life will not be saved, you can figure it out."

Fu Mian stuffed the handkerchief into Song Yuzhang's mouth, and took apart a few boards on the floor. It turned out that there was a hidden compartment under his cabin, which was just big enough for Song Yuzhang to lie down on.

After finishing these things, Fu Mian glanced at the blanket on the bed, pulled it out and threw it on the ground.

There was another medium-sized cargo ship ahead, and Meng Tingjing ordered someone to make a gesture to signal the ship to stop.

The cargo ship soon stopped.

When Meng Tingjing came out of the cabin, it was still raining outside. After the summer rainstorm, the sun became stronger and stronger. As soon as Meng Tingjing got out of the cabin, he felt a blur in front of his eyes. He sullenly tried to pretend nothing had happened.

The soldiers got on the boat first, and Meng Tingjing got on the boat second.

The owner of the cargo ship is a rather handsome young man, dressed in a black robe and long gown, with a light smile, polite and polite, "Bosses, this is?"

"Search." Meng Tingjing didn't bother to explain, and said concisely.

"Okay, please come inside, boss."

The cargo ship was not big, Meng Tingjing asked, "Where is this ship and where are you going?"

The owner of the cargo ship followed behind him, a little behind, and calmly said: "This is Yecheng's ship. We have transported some grain and are going to Jiannan."

"Food? Food is very valuable now," Meng Tingjing said, "Where is the warehouse?"

"Behind."

There were three warehouses on the cargo ship. Meng Tingjing inspected the first warehouse, which was full of grain sacks. At first glance, there was nothing that could hide people or be suspicious. After getting out, she went into the second warehouse, which was also piled up. It was full of sacks, and only a large box was placed at the exit. The box was so big that it seemed to be wide enough to accommodate a person.

Meng Tingjing's heart skipped a beat, "What is this?"

"Here..." the owner of the cargo ship lowered his voice, as if he was a little ashamed, "Someone on board had dirty hands and feet, so he punished them a little bit and admonished them a lot."

"Open." Meng Ting said in a low voice, he raised his chin to the little soldier beside him, who immediately stepped forward to open the box.

Meng Tingjing stared into it, and there was indeed a scarred figure who had been whipped. His head was down, his hair was disheveled, a gagged rag was tied behind his head, and his hands and feet were tied behind him. At a glance, he knew that this person was not Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang was much taller than this man.

He had no time to waste, since it wasn't Song Yuzhang, he quickly looked away.

"Go to the third warehouse."

"Yes."

The soldiers were about to close the box when the people inside seemed to wake up, whining and whining.

The sound was so weird that the little soldiers were a little scared for a moment and forgot to move.

Meng Tingjing had stepped out and shouted: "Follow!"

This loud shout seemed to irritate the man even more. The soldiers rushed to cover the box, but they raised their faces as if the man was dying.

The soldiers took a quick look and found that this man seemed to be quite handsome, but he was too thin, a little scary, so they hurriedly covered the box.

Meng Tingjing has entered the third warehouse.

The third warehouse is different from the first two warehouses, except that it is full of haystacks, and the ground is also full of grass. It looks very messy, and it is extremely hot inside. There is a burnt-out oil lamp tilted in the center. I don’t know if it is. It smelled a little strange because the oil lamp was knocked down.

Meng Tingjing walked in, reached out and lifted two haystacks, there were still haystacks under the haystacks, "Check them all."

The soldiers could only go in and open the haystacks one by one to see.

Meng Tingjing scanned the warehouse twice more, and suddenly noticed some dark red blood on the ground, leaned over to touch it lightly, and raised his face to look at the owner of the cargo ship.

The owner of the cargo ship said: "Without enough food, this warehouse has been emptied. Those who did not do their duty before will be taught a lesson here."

"No, there's only grass in it, nothing else."

The soldiers pattered and patted the grass clippings on their bodies, feeling that this man was a little bewildered, and insisted that their chairman was not dead, so they insisted on denying the corpse, and dragged them on the water desperately, telling them all to die. I vomited several times.

Meng Tingjing stood up, wiped off the blood on her fingers, frowned and said, "The cabins here also need to be inspected one by one."

"Okay, no problem," the owner of the cargo ship seemed to have a good temper, and cupped his hands, "Boss, please come inside."

Meng Tingjing led people to search from room to room. It was not a good way to search, it was like a robber rummaging through boxes and boxes. The owner of the cargo ship followed with people, but he always looked very calm.

From receiving the telegram to Guantu, Meng Tingjing judged that Song Yuzhang was not dead, until he dispatched troops to search for the waterway. In these few days, he almost seldom closed his eyes and rested. Where is waiting for him to save him.

The cargo ship was heavy and moved slowly. It was not slow for them to come all the way, but the further south they went, the more frightened Meng Tingjing became, wondering if she had made a mistake in her judgment.

He has always been conceited and rarely shakes his judgment. At this time, he doesn't know whether it is due to physical exhaustion or too much mental tension. After searching one by one, there is still no sign of Song Yuzhang. Meng Tingjing's heart began to A sense of uncertainty arose.

The little soldiers followed him like crazy and were really tired. When checking the last room, they kicked the door open.In their eyes, the merchants on the boat were not human anyway, and when they got in, they turned around as if venting their anger.

This cabin is the largest, roughly the main cabin, and the deepest. The furnishings in the cabin are very simple, except for the bed, a table, a chair, and a large wardrobe.

The soldiers opened the closet, although they could only see the clothes at a glance, they also threw out all the clothes, because the temporary lunatic chief asked them to empty out all the places where people could hide.

Meng Tingjing stepped on the floor, her heart beating tight and painful. If there is no Song Yuzhang on board this ship, then there are three possibilities. One is that the person who took Song Yuzhang did not actually go by water, and the other is that he went by mistake. The third is that Song Yuzhang may be ahead.

The Shankang waterway is not prosperous, and there are not many boats. He has checked from near to far. This is the fourth boat. No matter how far away, unless the boat is faster than the boss.

The sound of pinging, pinging, bang, and bang was heard endlessly. Meng Tingjing walked to the big wardrobe, which was already emptied, leaving only one or two silk and satin robes scattered on the wooden boards of the wardrobe. Unless Song Yuzhang was a paper figurine, it was impossible to hide it in Inside, Meng Tingjing turned around and looked around the room. He always felt that he seemed to smell Song Yuzhang.

The continuous sleeplessness has dulled his senses a lot, and the uncertainty in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.

He had a similar illusion just now in the warehouse full of weeds.

It seemed that Song Yuzhang had stayed in that place.

Looking across the room inch by inch, Meng Tingjing's eyes suddenly stopped on the blanket on the floor.

The blanket had colorful patterns, and its texture and size didn't look like a carpet that would be laid on the floor. Meng Tingjing's heart tightened, and she took three steps at a time to remove the blanket.

Under the blanket was a dark yellow wooden plank. Meng Tingjing was a first-class expert in understanding ships. A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately gave orders loudly, "Pry this board open for me!"

Song Yuzhang, whose eyes were closed in the dark space, suddenly opened them.

Ting Jing?

It was Meng Tingjing's voice!

Song Yuzhang's heart almost jumped out of his chest, he couldn't believe his ears, and subconsciously wanted to struggle and twist.

"Go," Fu Mian's voice also sounded, "Take care of that man with dirty hands and feet, the boat is in chaos, be careful that he runs away while it's in chaos."

"Yes."

Song Yuzhang stopped when he raised his head and wanted to hit his head.

Little Impatiens.

Fu Mian still held Xiao Fengxian in his hand.

After suffering so much for him, do you still want someone to die for him?

Song Yuzhang quietly looked at the gleam of light coming out of the gaps in the wooden boards.

Little Fairy... Little Fairy...

The soldiers borrowed the knives on their guns to pry the edge of the wooden board. Meng Tingjing stared at it without blinking.

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes lightly, feeling a burst of warm moisture in his eye sockets.

The courtyard is quiet.

After a long silence, there was movement from above.

"Boss, stand still, are you okay?" This was Fu Mian's voice, polite and respectful.

"It's okay, excuse me." It was Meng Tingjing's voice, very hoarse and unpleasant.

After a while, the footsteps were hurried and drifted away.

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes and remained motionless, without making a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the wooden board above the head was pulled away and the light shone in. Song Yuzhang still had his eyes closed.

Grabbed by the neckline, Song Yuzhang was pulled out of the hidden compartment by a force, and then picked up and thrown back on the bed.

Fu Mian untied the hemp rope from his body, took off the veil from his mouth, sat on the edge of the bed and patted Song Yuzhang's face with great interest.

"People are gone, you can make a sound."

Song Yuzhang slowly opened his eyelashes.

The expression on Fu Mian's face was a bit playful, "Are you crying?"

Song Yuzhang's eyeballs had a light amber color as if they had been soaked.

Fu Mian reached out and stroked his hair, "There are rumors in Haizhou that you have a very close relationship with him." Fu Mian raised his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "Is it true?"

Song Yuzhang looked at him quietly, and after a while, he said softly: "Do you want to hear the truth, or lie?"

The smile on Fu Mian's face gradually disappeared like an ebbing tide. He suddenly grabbed Song Yuzhang's hair, pulled up Song Yuzhang's face, and stared at him mockingly, "Bitch, you are quite capable. The son of a bitch, put on a layer of human skin and transformed into a character, you said if he knew what he was committing to, how would he react?"

Song Yuzhang lowered his eyelashes and smiled vaguely.

Fu Mian pulled his hair hard again, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yuzhang narrowed his eyes in pain, "I think it's better for you not to know."

"Don't play tricks in front of me, Zhuqing, you have to figure it out, with me, you are not the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce." Fu Mian reached out and stroked the smooth skin on his waist, "Say."

Song Yuzhang lay on his back, looked at the cabin calmly, and said lightly: "I laughed because you said something wrong."

"Am I wrong?"

"One, he knows I'm not of noble origin."

"Secondly," Song Yuzhang paused, as if he felt it was ridiculous, he coughed and laughed from his chest, and then he said calmly, "It's not him who is committed to me, but I am committed to him."