Song Yuzhang

The East Side has become very unsafe.

One group of people were dealt with, and the next group, the next group...stayed in Dongcheng, and they could only be beaten like a turtle in a urn.

After leaving Dongcheng, Fu Mian still has two strongholds, one is Anjin and the other is Yecheng.

But there is no essential difference between these two places and Dongcheng.

Still running for their lives, hiding, waiting to be hunted down.

Fu Mian didn't like this feeling.

Where can the current passive situation become active?

Only Haizhou.

What is Zhang Changshan afraid of?It is nothing more than fear that Song Yuzhang will "resurrect from the dead", and his wishful thinking will come to nothing.

Song Yuzhang in Dongcheng is Zhang Changshan's target and also his weakness. Song Yuzhang in Haizhou is an untimely bomb.

Holding such a bomb in his arms, Zhang Changshan should be able to understand what he meant—the big deal is that they all die together, and everyone is killed and the net is broken, and no one should think about it.

As long as Zhang Changshan has scruples, that is the time for him to turn passive into active.

Fu Mian had an idea in his heart, and lowered his head to Song Yuzhang's ear, "I'm taking you back to Haizhou, are you happy?"

Pressing Song Yuzhang's chest with his palm, Fu Mian was listening to Song Yuzhang's heartbeat.

Song Yuzhang's heart beat faster.

"Happy." Song Yuzhang said honestly.

"I won't let you leave me."

"That depends on your ability."

Fu Mian snorted, "My ability..." He suddenly became excited, pressed Song Yuzhang's shoulders, and turned him to face him. guy."

Song Yuzhang said: "I have a big appetite, so hold on carefully."

"You can't bear it?" Fu Mian said with great interest.

"Ah."

Fu Mian continued to ask: "Do you like him?"

"like."

"love him?"

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, "At first, I didn't know whether my love for him was considered love, but after being away from him, I found that I did seem to love him."

Fu Mian smiled, "Then I will kill him even more."

"You can't kill him."

"why?"

"He's tough."

Fu Mian pressed Song Yuzhang's forehead against Song Yuzhang's forehead, and kissed Song Yuzhang's lips delicately, "Then let's try."

The way from Dongcheng to Haizhou can only be done by land. Fu Mian quickly assembled a convoy with cars and horses and many boxes. It looked like a caravan.

Under Song Yuzhang's strong request, Xiao Fengxian was not put into the cargo box.

"He's already dumb..." Song Yuzhang coughed twice, "Don't bully him."

Fu Mian still didn't have any sympathy for Xiao Fengxian. After thinking about it, he felt that people might be suffocated to death if they were shut up in a cargo box for more than ten days, so he agreed to let Xiao Fengxian dress up in disguise. The rest are mixed together.

There were three roads out of the city, and Fu Mian chose the long road. He didn't bother to deal with the corpses of those from the Shen family. At this moment, they should still be lying on the nearest road.

Fu Mian led the people out of the city. After inspecting the corpses of the Shen family, the men of the Meng family hesitated for a moment, and then continued to move forward, but encountered a fork in the road. The men of the Meng family had a good idea, and the soldiers divided up a few ways to explore again. .

The members of the Shen family died strangely, and none of their money was taken away. The members of the Meng family vaguely felt that something was wrong. Now that the troops were divided, they also disguised themselves as ordinary pedestrians.

Song Yuzhang was sitting in the carriage. There were windows in the carriage, which were blocked by thick curtains, preventing light from passing through, but it was barely breathable.

The carriage swayed, and Song Yuzhang was warm and drowsy all the time in it. Before he knew it, the weather turned cold again, and it was about to enter autumn.

Fu Mian hugged Song Yuzhang on his knees, stroking the curves of Song Yuzhang's body with his palms.

Song Yuzhang is a man, but his curves can be said to be uneven, and it feels very delicious.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the front suddenly stopped.

Fu Mian raised the curtain on the carriage with his palm, and saw two passers-by talking to the attendants at the front of the team. He looked through the gap. After a while, he lowered the curtain, and when the team started to move again, he pushed it away. Someone called at the carriage door.

"What did those two people ask just now?"

"They asked Dong Cheng if he was going in this direction."

Fu Mian thought about it for a while, and said: "Go, send someone to the other two roads to see if there are people with similar clothes, and pay attention to their shoes."

"Yes."

Fu Mian turned around, and saw that Song Yuzhang had opened his eyes at some point, and when his eyes met, Fu Mian's eyes flickered, and Song Yuzhang said, "I'm hungry."

There was some refreshment in the carriage, which was soft and easy to digest, plus the warm tea that had not yet cooled down. Song Yuzhang enjoyed the refreshment slowly, and said casually, "What did you say to someone just now? What's the matter?"

Fu Mian put one hand on the table, playing with the teacup in his hand, and said calmly: "It's nothing, someone asked for directions."

Song Yuzhang said "Oh".

After dark, the convoy stayed in place to rest.

After being bored in the car all day, Fu Mian took Song Yuzhang out of the car to breathe.

The subordinates lit several bonfires for cooking, and Fu Mian also rolled up his sleeves to wash rice and cook porridge.

After Song Yuzhang was poisoned, he was worried about giving Song Yuzhang's meals to others.

Song Yuzhang sat by the bonfire warming the fire, and the aroma of rice wafted into his nose. He said, "You don't look like an ordinary businessman. How many people can afford rice now?"

Fu Mian was stirring the porridge in the pot. To see if the porridge was cooked enough, he said without raising his head, "This shows that I am a successful businessman." He tapped the spoon on the side of the pot, "Come over for dinner."

Song Yuzhang took a bowl to serve the porridge. Fu Mian added a spoonful of fine sugar to his porridge. The porridge was soft and sweet. Song Yuzhang took a sip and said, "I want to see Fengxian."

Fu Mian raised his voice and said, "Bring people here."

Xiao Fengxian was silently eating steamed rice mixed with canned food among the entourage, when she was picked up suddenly, the lunch box in her hand was not held for a moment, and fell to the ground, causing him to let out an "ah" in distress.

Song Yuzhang saw Xiaofengxian, and asked Xiaofengxian in front of Fu Mian: "Have you been bullied?"

Xiaofengxian shook her head quickly.

Song Yuzhang said: "Have you eaten yet?"

Xiao Fengxian nodded and shook her head again, showing a bit of fear and grievance in her expression.

He was still afraid of Fu Mian.

"Aren't you full?"

Xiao Fengxian nodded.

"Do you want some porridge?"

"when--"

Fu Mian put down the spoon, went over to grab Xiao Fengxian's collar without saying a word, Xiao Fengxian waved her hands in the air in fright, but didn't dare to hit Fu Mian, Fu Mian dragged him to the fire , grabbed Xiao Fengxian's disheveled hair and leaned his face against the fire. He stared at Song Yuzhang and said, "His face is quite famous in Haizhou. Should I add some decorations to him, it's safer?"

Song Yuzhang's complexion remained unchanged, and with a flick of his wrist, he poured the porridge in the bowl onto the fire, stood up and stretched out his feet to kick Fu Mian's porridge cooking shelf.

Fu Mian threw away Xiaofengxian, and hugged Song Yuzhang from behind.

Song Yuzhang bent his elbow and slammed backwards. Fu Mian hit him in the chest, dragged Song Yuzhang in his arms, and Song Yuzhang kicked forward towards the shelf.

Fu Mian sternly said: "What's the trouble!"

Song Yuzhang said: "Who is making trouble? Since you don't want to live a good life, then leave it alone."

Fu Mian was taken aback for a moment, and the arm that was holding Song Yuzhang couldn't help but loosen. As soon as he relaxed, Song Yuzhang also relaxed, and fell into Fu Mian's arms quite tiredly.

Fu Mian noticed his weakness and supported him, "I just scare him, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Then why are you in a hurry?" Song Yuzhang said, "I said, if you have anything to do, hit me hard. My face is more eye-catching, let's add some decorations."

As the cool autumn wind blew, Fu Mian somehow felt a strange sweetness. He kissed Song Yuzhang's face, "Okay, let's stop making trouble, let's eat."

This little episode put Fu Mian in an inexplicably good mood. He sat in the carriage during the day and kept smiling at Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang was reading a book and ignored him.

Fu Mian realized belatedly, yes, he is living with Song Yuzhang now.

They got married and are now a couple.

As a couple, no matter how many grievances and grievances there are, it is very common for husband and wife to fight at the head of the bed and make peace at the end of the bed.

Fu Mian leaned over, "Is this book good?"

"It doesn't look good."

"It's not good-looking but you look so seriously."

"I don't want to see you, I'd rather read a book."

Fu Mian smiled, and when he was about to say something, the motorcade stopped again.

The entourage at the front reported that someone seemed to have robbed the road ahead.

Fu Mian picked up the curtains, his face was slightly cold, "I'll give you some money."

"Already grabbed it."

Fu Mian shortly got out of the carriage, frowned and took the binoculars in the hands of the entourage, and sure enough, he saw that there seemed to be signs of killing ahead.

Fu Mian said: "Go on." He took the reins from his attendant, stepped on the horse from the carriage, made a gesture, and galloped over with a few elites.

The bandits robbed a group of refugees who escaped from the war. The refugees obviously didn't have much money. The bandits put knives on people's necks and forced them to strip and search.

The one who was forced was a young man who was very refined, he cried and said tremblingly: "Master, I really have no money, I have lost all my money..."

"Stop talking nonsense, let me take it off," the bandit leader saw that he was quite handsome, and salivated, "If you don't have money, then I will rob you!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed loudly, but before he laughed twice, he heard the sound of rolling horseshoes.

Looking back, there were three or five horses approaching. The leader was a black-faced young man. The bandit leader raised his knife and pointed at him, "Who, stop for Grandpa!"

Fu Mian came at a gallop without any intention of stopping. The bandit leader was a little panicked, and when he was about to pull out the gun at his waist, Fu Mian drew the knife on the horse's back and slashed across.

The blood from his neck sprayed out like a fountain. Fu Mian was so fast that he didn't let the blood splash on his body. With a few confidants, he didn't even use a gun. He chopped up a dozen bandits with a few knives The same kill a clean.

He shot so hard that the rescued refugees didn't react, and after reacting, they didn't dare to move, fearing that this was a black-and-white drama.

Fu Mian drew a path in the air with the blood-dripping knife, "Don't get in the way."

The refugees hurriedly dragged the corpse of the bandit on the ground into the nearby grass.

Fu Mian looked at these people thoughtfully, most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and the only young and strong man looked thin and weak. He thought this should be a coincidence, but if he really wanted to kill them all, it seemed that he would not Nothing.

I would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

The motorcade rushed over, Fu Mian glanced back, he and Song Yuzhang's carriage was at the core of the motorcade, the murderous intent in his heart subsided a little, Fu Mian thought: "Forget it, live a good life."

Scanning those refugees again, seeing that there was indeed nothing suspicious about them, Fu Mian decided to let them go.

Immediately after approaching, Fu Mian raised his hand, and the driver stopped the car immediately. He pulled the reins and jumped into the carriage again. As soon as he opened the door of the carriage, he heard Song Yuzhang say, "What happened?"

"Do good deeds." Fu Mian said.

Song Yuzhang rolled the book and said, "Why is there such a strong smell of blood outside?"

"When a person is dead, of course there is a bloody smell."

"who?"

"bandit."

Song Yuzhang smiled.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laughed at him and left, but there are more bandits here."

"he?"

"Drink ice."

"Yin Bing... the barking is really affectionate."

"He is on the battlefield, if you are not convinced, go to the battlefield and kill him."

"You think I'm not capable of this?"

"..."

The carriage drifted away, but the young man dragging the corpse stared blankly at the direction the carriage left, and did not move until the fellow countryman pushed him hard.

"Li Xiaotian, why are you in a daze?"

"It's okay..." Li Xiaotian woke up like a dream, he trembled, and the tip of his nose was still full of a strong smell of blood. When the carriage door opened just now, he heard a very subtle human voice, which seemed to be Song Yuzhang's voice...