One hundred and sixteen attacked
The sky gradually darkened, lanterns were hung everywhere in the courtyard, Ma Changjiang and Ma Wangkun held a few fragrant sweet potatoes and handed them into the pavilion to invite Song Chuyi to eat, while smiling: "It's the girls who make a fire and roast outside, don't look at the burnt black outside, it's actually fragrant, you can eat it!" ”
Qingying couldn't help but laugh, and shook her head when she looked at the dark sweet potato with red flesh showing out: "Eating this is too hot, and I have to ......cough again when I turn around."
Song Chuyi was interested, reached out and took one, took the spoon on the table and dug up the meat to eat, and asked Ma Changjiang: "Han Zhi has not had any other movements since he met Xiao Fan's family and left the city that time?" ”
Although she and Zhou Weizhao both felt that Han Zhi could no longer set off the storm, but after all, Han Zhi was a poisonous snake spitting letters, even though he knew that he had no heart to deal with him now, it was good to know his movements. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Speaking of business, the smile on Ma Changjiang's face faded a lot, and he nodded solemnly: "Although the girl told us that we don't have to follow Han Zhi to listen to the news anymore, but just in case, we still followed him for a few days." He took a boat from Tongzhou and never returned, and we waited on the dock for days before we were sure he was really gone. As for where to go...... We disguised ourselves as fishermen and dealt with Guanshan, and we heard what Guan Shan meant, they had gone to Fujian. ”
Going to Fujian?! Song Chuyi frowned a little surprised, she and Zhou Weizhao both thought that Han Zhi would be eager to take revenge, and the best way to take revenge was to throw herself under Zhou Weizhao's door, after all, Zhou Weizhao and Zhou Weiqi are natural enemies now......
But now it seems that Han Zhi has other plans? Song Chuyi thought about it, and suddenly remembered that there is Fan Liangdi's eldest brother in Fujian, and Fan Liangdi's eldest brother Fan Shikun is now a general soldier in Fujian, and I heard that there is still a lot of way to suppress bandits.
Han Zhi went to Fujian, could it be that he wanted to fight Fan Shikun in the ring?
This kind of person is paranoid and ruthless, and the way of revenge is different from ordinary people, a large part of Fan Liangdi and the king of Dongping County support comes from the Fan family in Xingyang, maybe Han Zhi wants to start from the Fan family little by little, step by step to call the Da Fan family nothing?
Song Chuyi was a little puzzled, but she remembered this in her heart, thinking that when the time came, she would ask Mrs. Cui to write a letter to ask Guo Huaiying's wife Shen Yang to ask them to be more attentive.
The wind gradually blew stronger and stronger, and the ginkgo tree that was planted three years ago not far away was blown into two parts, although the pavilion was surrounded by straw mats, and there was a stove in it, but Qingying was still blown by the wind and felt cold on the soles of her feet, and after looking at the sky, she persuaded Song Chuyi to go home: "It's not too early, and if you go back later, I'm afraid that the old lady and the fourth young master will worry about ......it."
But as soon as her words fell, a few tiles crackled next to the ginkgo tree, and the sound of tiles falling to the ground was particularly harsh in such a night. How strong is the wind?
The smile on Ma Changjiang's face disappeared suddenly, and after listening to it for a while, he shouted badly: "Something happened!" ”
Ma Wangkun also hurriedly leaned against the pillar and looked out through the gap in the straw mat, and at a glance, he turned his head with a solemn face, lowered his voice and shook his head: "Something really happened, the lanterns were all extinguished." ”
But Ma San and the others who were guarding the courtyard didn't make a sound...... Ma San and the others also have kung fu, even if someone invades, they won't even have the strength to fight back, right?
As if to confirm their doubts, but in a moment, the sound of swords colliding sounded in the courtyard, and the voices of Ma San and the others were sent into their ears in the pavilion along the wind: "Hurry up!" ”
It's really an accident, and there are not a few people who listen to the movement, otherwise Ma San wouldn't just be urging them to leave quickly. But this pavilion is surrounded by water on three sides, and there is only a long bridge to walk, and Song Chuyi doesn't know martial arts......
Qingying grabbed Song Chuyi's hand and hid her behind her, and before she could react more, several masked black-clothed people jumped down from the top of the pavilion.
There is no way to avoid it, Ma Wangkun and Ma Changjiang threw the sweet potatoes in their hands, and together with Qingying, they protected Song Chuyi in the middle, but they secretly complained in their hearts----- there are seven or eight people on the other side, they don't say anything, and they have to protect Song Chuyi, there is really no chance of winning at all." Ma San and the others were entangled outside again......
Song Chuyi also felt that her heart was sinking straight down, and she didn't calculate that someone would make a move at this time, she couldn't figure out whether it was someone from the Chen family or someone from Yuan Hui, but she knew that she must be more than lucky this time.
At such a critical moment, an arrow with a flaming light suddenly broke through the air, grazed straight past Song Chuyi's ear, and shot into the arm of the black-clothed man directly in front of Qingying.
Unexpectedly, there were helpers, several people in black were obviously a little surprised, Ma Changjiang was the most clever, seeing this, he immediately glanced at Ma Wangkun, pounced on it and entangled a few other people, and shouted hoarsely to Qingying to take Song Chuyi to run.
Qingying didn't have time to hesitate at all, she grabbed Song Chuyi's hand and ran along the covered bridge desperately, although she didn't know what the battle situation was outside, but she stayed in the pavilion, and they only had one dead word.
A sword was stabbed straight and neatly towards them, Qingying's hand was loosened, and she was busy parrying, Song Chuyi was trampled on the wide robe from behind, lost her center of gravity and slammed forward and slammed on the ground.
The coarse-grained floor grinded her knees with a heart-wrenching pain, and she quickly pulled out the short knife from her boots, and tore and cut the hem of the clothes that had been stepped on, so that she had time to breathe, and immediately turned over and stood up on the ground.
But as soon as she stood up, a sword was already fixed on her eyebrows.
She could already sense the chill on her face and the heavy smell of blood and rust on the sword, the smell was uncomfortable, but the eyes of the sword's owner were even more chilling.
Before she could speak, there was a feather arrow behind her that broke through the air and came towards the black-clothed man in front of her, the person with the sword narrowly dodged, and the backhand was a sword that split the arrow into two pieces, and the sharp tip of the sword accidentally swept onto Song Chuyi's face, and bright red blood immediately oozed from her white and tender cheeks.
"Be careful!" Before he could feel the stinging pain on his cheeks, Song Chuyi was knocked down by a huge force, and he was able to be held on the ground and rolled two or three times.
She was dragged up from the ground, her heart was beating like a drum, and she calmed down for a while before she could stand firmly, until Qingying cried in fright and hugged her, and she had the strength to look at the mess all over the yard.
It's too cold for us here today, and it has dropped more than a dozen degrees at once, and our hands are stiff. I'm sorry for only three more, and I'll continue to do it tomorrow...... Forgive me, my hands are so cold that I can't type, and when I slow down, I shouldn't have to go out tomorrow. (To be continued.) )