Fu Nianjun panted uncontrollably.

Nuhe's body twitched twice in front of him, but he didn't move anymore.

Fu Nianjun was glad in his heart that he had drunk too much tonight and had not brought a sidearm yet.

Otherwise, she and Xiahou Ying are afraid that their lives will not be guaranteed.

She killed someone, and she just killed a Khitan with such a knife.

Regarding this cognition, Fu Nianjun accepted it surprisingly calmly.

It seemed that the most ruthless blood in her heart was hooked out, and she didn't even shake her hands at this time, calmly terrifying.

There was blood on both of her hands, so she wiped Nuhe's back, and immediately said to Xiahou Ying:

"Let's ...... away"

Exit's voice was hoarse and terrifying.

Xiahou Ying immediately came back to her senses and picked up Fu Nianjun, the footsteps behind her were getting louder and louder, but they didn't look back.

Xiahou Ying pulled out the door bolt and stumbled out with Fu Nianjun.

Outside the east door was a dark alley, along which the two men ran fast until they saw a warm light at the end.

It's probably the main road that connects it.

Both were in good spirits.

The intermittent voices behind him were like a drumbeat urging for life, and the two of them only knew how to bury their heads and run forward.

But when he ran out of the alley and turned around, Fu Nianjun immediately felt that God really loved to joke with her.

One moment when she thought she had finally escaped these Khitans, the next moment God had extinguished all her hopes again.

Two tall Khitans were staring at them in amazement.

Fu Nianjun's first instinct was to pull Xiahou Ying to run, but she was always faster than them, and she was caught by the bearded Khitan man in front of her.

She was forced to look up at him, but there was a hint of familiarity in the face.

She remembered.

On that day in the city of Tokyo, I met several Khitans on the way, and I was offended by them, including these two.

They were following Liu Cunxian, this bearded man, who helped Fang Zhu, who almost fell off the carriage that day, Fu Nianjun has a good memory, and remembers that he seems to be called Miri.

And the one behind him was very frivolous to the Han woman that day, and it seemed to be called Husi.

The footsteps in the alley were getting closer and closer, but the strength of Na Mi Li's grip on Fu Nianjun's arm was not loosened, and he said directly to the protector behind him: "You go and take a look." ”

Husi was grabbing Xiahou Ying at this time, and when he heard Miri's instructions, he didn't refute it, but just turned sideways and shouted in Khitan language into the alley.

Soon someone responded, as if to say that Nouh had been killed.

Both Goths and Miri had strange faces.

The blood stains on Fu Nianjun's body couldn't be more conspicuous.

Fu Nianjun was thinking about an inopportune and strange question at this time, when he met them that day, it was clear that this protector was very arrogant, and this Miri was just an insignificant guard by Liu Cunxian's side, and he was soft-spoken, why did he look at the words of the two today, and he actually turned over?

She raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her again, but he might as well turn around, and Miri said to Gosi: "Deal with it, wait and bring her over, I'll go first." ”

After that, he actually dragged Fu Nianjun back ten steps, there were two tall horses tied here, and before Fu Nianjun came back to his senses, he was picked up by his waist and grabbed the horse, and followed by his back on his chest.

He didn't have the smell of ordinary Hu people, but Fu Nianjun still felt repulsed, and said coldly: "Let me go." ”

"I'm saving you."

His Chinese dialect was correct and round, and his voice was calm, which made Fu Nianjun feel a sense of familiarity.

He quickly urged his horse and galloped through the empty and deserted streets.

Fu Nianjun didn't know if the streets of the Daimyo's Mansion could gallop at night, but she knew that for these Khitan people, all the rules of the Song people could not be rules.

The post house was in the south of the city, and Miri took Fu Nianjun to gallop and soon arrived in the north of the city.

In front of an inconspicuous small inn, he dismounted, took Fu Nianjun in, and instructed him to find a man in Chinese in the shopkeeper's trembling eyes.

The wound on Fu Nianjun's right hand had long stopped bleeding, but it still throbbed and throbbed.

Miri took Fu Nianjun to one of the best rooms on the second floor.

Lang Zhong came soon, he was a man who lived nearby, and there were only some bone-setting wines, strong pills, etc. in the medicine box, and he was obviously not qualified to sit in any medical hall.

But it is still not a problem to deal with the injury on Fu Nianjun's hand.

After Lang Zhong left, Fu Nianjun kept staring at the man sitting at the table.

Miri poured her a cup of tea, placed it in front of the table, and said to her, "Drink." ”

A glimmer of light flashed in Fu Nianjun's eyes, and he only said, "No need." ”

Miri's eyes looked at her and said, "How dare you kill someone." ”

"Yes. I killed your countrymen. ”

Fu Nianjun sat calmly, without a trace of panic on his face, and asked him rhetorically:

"So, are you going to avenge him?"

Miri paused and said, "Nuhe, he is innocent of his death." ”

The cold light in Fu Nianjun's eyes was even worse, and his voice was a little colder, "I didn't know that you had the right to decide whether he was innocent or not." ”

Miri seemed to be a little puzzled by her words, and was stunned and didn't speak.

Fu Nianjun hooked her lips, there was only a cold thing in her heart, the candle in the room was very bright, her face was so white that it could almost be reflected, and the willow branch clothes she was wearing on her body were not only ill-fitting, but also had a disgusting smell of cheap incense powder, but Rao was so, she still looked different from ordinary women.

"Your name is Miri, right, if I'm not mistaken."

Fu Nianjun said:

"I don't think you have any memory at all, you don't know who I am."

Miri was silent for a moment and said, "I know, you are the princess of Huai. ”

"Yes, I'm Princess Huai."

Fu Nianjun interface:

"Then I want to ask you, what is the purpose of you arresting Princess Huai?"

Miri's rough eyebrows seemed to jump, and then said, "Princess Huai, I saved you just now." ”

He reminded her.

“…… Otherwise, you will now be caught by the people in the inn, and you will not be able to appease the anger of Lord Yelu for the crime of killing Nuhe. ”

Fu Nianjun hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, and said:

"So should I thank you? You save me? Isn't it because of you that I'm in the situation I'm in now?! ”

Miri's breath seemed to suffocate in this small space, and then he said slowly:

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

Fu Nianjun raised his hand and took a sip of the tea in front of him, the tea was coarse tea, but the water was piping hot.

It's just that after drinking such hot tea at this time, she feels that her limbs are still cold.

Fu Nianjun felt that he was too stupid, stupid.

It was only at this point that she figured it all out.

She raised her hand and threw the teacup at the man opposite, the teacup brushed his cheek, but he didn't move, not even blinking his eyelashes.

Fu Nianjun said coldly:

"Do you still want to put it on? Xiao Rin, Xiao Tong's military envoy? ”