291. Le Chan went down the mountain

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The genius is slightly bright, and at the mouth of the hundred grass valleys, Le Chan took Xiao Wu and left the cave with the straw basket on her back.

By now, the valley lord and the elders no longer looked at her so closely.

The two of them went down the mountain road and walked out of Xu Yuan. Le Chan suddenly paused.

The little dance girl didn't know what she was thinking in the back, bumped into Le Chan, exclaimed, and said, "Sister Saint, why don't you leave?" ”

Le Chan looked at Xiao Wu with some eagerness and said, "Xiao Wu, can you do my sister a favor?" ”

Xiao Wu said: "Sister Saintess, you said, as long as Xiao Wu can do it, I will definitely help you do it." ”

As he spoke, he patted his undeveloped chest, his face full of spirit.

Le Chan couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You wait here until the evening, and then go back to the mountain, okay?" ”

Xiao Wu was a little confused, "Wait until the evening to go back to the mountain?" Sister, what about you? ”

Le Chan said: "My sister is going down the mountain and will come back later." ”

Xiao Wu's little head finally came back to her senses and said in surprise: "Sister, you won't be going to find the emperor, right?" The valley lord said that you can't leave here. ”

"Little Nizi ......"

Le Chan rubbed Xiao Wu's head and smiled, "When you grow up, you'll understand." ”

Some things are more important than commitments.

After saying this, Le Chan said again: "After you go back, tell the valley master that as long as Le Chan is not dead, he will return to Baicao Valley again." ”

Xiao Wu's face was full of confusion, not knowing whether to agree or not.

Le Chan deliberately pouted: "Little Nizi, aren't you willing to help your sister?" If it's a music and dance girl, you'll definitely be willing to help me. ”

Music and dance is a small dance, this girl is also a small dance.

Xiao Wu used to often ask Le Chan what kind of person Miss Le Wu was, and it was inevitable to compare herself with Le Wu. At this time, when she heard Le Chan's words, she seemed to be instantly excited, and said, "Okay, but sister, you have to come back earlier." ”

Le Chan smiled and rubbed her head again, and took out a letter from her sleeve, "You give this letter to the valley master, she shouldn't punish you if she reads it." ”

"Okay!"

Xiao Wu took the letter, looking a little pitiful.

Le Chan sighed softly, squatted down and straightened her skirt for her, then got up and walked down the mountain.

Xiao Wu's face was a little puzzled as she watched Le Chan drift away, "Could this be the power of love?" ”

She had just seen the appearance of the Holy Maiden's face full of happiness and expectation, and she really didn't understand why the valley lord forbade the disciples in the valley to fall in love.

The morning light is getting brighter and brighter.

Xiao Wu on the mountain could no longer see Le Chan's figure, so she squatted in place, stunned.

Her little head obviously doesn't understand what kind of power love is.

Is it like when he was brought to the Valley of Hundred Grasses, he was reluctant to give up the brothers and sisters in the city who were also as pitiful as himself?

It was nearly dusk that she turned back and headed up the mountain.

When he arrived in the cave, the valley lord hurried to Le Chan's room to find Xiao Wu, and he was violent, "Xiao Wu, where is the holy woman?" ”

Xiao Wu lowered her head and handed the letter that Le Chan handed her to the valley master, "Sister Saint went down the mountain. ”

"You!"

The valley lord was so angry that he stretched out his hand, and he was about to play a small dance.

Xiao Wu hurriedly shrank behind the table and said pitifully: "Sister Saint said that if you read her letter, you will not punish Xiao Wu." ”

The valley lord was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he had to put down his hand angrily, and then opened Le Chan's letter.

She was so angry that her whole body trembled a little.

She had also heard about the incident on Guangnan West Road, and Le Chan left Baicao Valley at this time, so she naturally knew why.

Looking at the letter in her hand, she trembled more and more.

But at the end, the trembling of her whole body suddenly stopped, and her eyes were a little red, "This stupid girl, ......"

She slumped back in her chair and closed her eyes slightly.

Xiao Wu looked at the valley lord and wanted to cry, a little puzzled, and asked timidly, "Valley master, what's wrong with you?" ”

The valley lord waved his hand and did not speak.

She thought of what happened to her back then, and when she opened her eyes, her expression was very complicated.

Back then, wasn't she like Le Chan? But the result?

It is strictly forbidden for disciples to fall in love in Baicao Valley, but it is repeatedly forbidden. I don't know how many disciples knowingly committed crimes, but in the end, who got a good result?

In the eyes of the valley owner, men are unreliable, and they all like the new and hate the old. Women, on the other hand, are often stupid.

Le Chan's mother is considered to be happy and will not regret it until she dies, but in the end, she still died at the hands of the nine ghosts of Heshan Mountain?

And she herself didn't even get that happiness.

The valley lord muttered in his heart, "Girl, I hope you can get what you want." ”

After reading Le Chan's letter, she suddenly felt a little as if she didn't know whether the rules she had set were right or wrong.

Le Chan said that it is better to die vigorously for love than to suffer in this valley. Love can't be escaped.

The valley lord has not been smiling and treating people coldly all these years, isn't it because he is suffering from it all the time in his heart?

If he could have been as brave as Le Chan at that time, maybe the result would not have been like that, right?

She was stunned for a long time, pinched Le Chan's letter, and left the room a little lonely. Only the little dancing girl was left in place, her face puzzled.

Fast on, almost ten days passed.

The Yuan army in Wuzhou City finally moved.

He also led 120,000 soldiers out of the city and rushed to Jinjin. It seems that there is an idea of exterminating the Song army according to Rongjin.

At this time, Rongjin was already an empty city. The army of Yesuer naturally entered the city without hindrance.

And on the night she arrived in Rongjin, more than 10,000 yuan troops in Rongjin County left the city and headed towards the south of Rongjin.

To the south of Tsutsu, there are many villages and towns scattered around. The Song army under Wen Tianxiang and Zhang Jue was stationed in these villages and towns.

As soon as he arrived in Jinjin, he ordered his soldiers to leave the city, undoubtedly wanting to catch the Song army off guard.

In the deep night, the Yuan army rode like a long dragon with torches, stretching towards Su'e Town under the jurisdiction of Rongjin. Here, however, they are in a hurry.

The Song army, which was originally stationed in Su'e Town, was headed by Jin Hao, the commander of the Tianfu Army, and after the scouts found out the information, they were already more than 20 miles away from Su'e Town. He only had more than 1,000 soldiers under his command, so he naturally acted closely in accordance with Zhao Dongting's guerrilla tactics.

The Yuan army rode to the town and found that the town was empty, and the commander of the army was naturally furious.

Then, he sent the horse back to Su'er, and asked him to make a decision again.

In Rongjin County, when he learned of the scout's report in the mansion, he couldn't help but show an angry face, "How can the Song army be so cunning!" ”

Princess Mingzhu was next to her at this time, and when she saw her anger, she blinked her eyes and asked, "Grandma, is the little emperor of the Song Dynasty really difficult to deal with?" ”

Ye Su'er rubbed her head and sighed: "Grandma hasn't officially confronted the little emperor of the Song Dynasty yet, but it's not easy to think about him. Since he took charge of the affairs of the Song Dynasty, the Song army has indeed become much more difficult to deal with than before. Heh, over the years, my grandmother has marched and fought, but she has never suffered such a big loss as in Guangxi. I also heard that the firearms in the Song army were all invented by the little emperor, do you think he is difficult to deal with? Even if you two imperial grandfathers, at his age, I'm afraid they don't have such skills......"

At this time, Ye Su'er's face actually had a kind of stunned look of the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves.

Princess Mingzhu pouted, but muttered in her heart: "Is it so powerful?" But that day, I didn't think he was so powerful! ”

On the night of Ziqi, she almost captured the little emperor of the Song Dynasty alive.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be a little angry, it was the damn maid with the dragon gun.

But she hated Ying'er.

If it weren't for Ying'er holding the seemingly different Divine Dragon Gun that day, just by having fun for nothing, it would obviously not be able to stop Huang Liangce and the two of them.

Ye Su'er and even Mingzhu's temperament, seeing her distracted, couldn't help but be a little worried: "Little girl, don't you have any bad ideas?" ”

"Why!"

Princess Mingzhu said angrily: "Mingzhu is very well-behaved, okay?" ”

But no one knows what she thinks in her heart. Anyway, he failed to capture Zhao Dongting alive that night, which always made this pampered princess of the Yuan Dynasty linger.

She didn't think that Princess Mingzhu would be so disproportionate, and nodded with a smile, "Okay, okay." ”

With the pearl of the pistachio, it also made her mood no longer so troubled.

She groaned slightly, and said to the scout kneeling in front of her: "Let Chang Ge lead the army to temporarily guard Su'e Town!" ”

"Order!"

The scout took the order and left.

Yesu'er's eyes narrowed slightly, "Do you want to delay time with this, and see where you can hide." ”

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