That Tang Zhangwei ordered his subordinates to surround that Tang Zhaozong, and although that Murong Yuan was attacked by that bronze giant ape, she also figured out where that Tang Zhaozong was hiding.

Tang Zhangwei said to his subordinates: "That Tang Zhaozong is like a groundhog, he left too many traces. ”

Wei Wan'er said: "Actually, that Tang Zhaozong can avoid this search, but his character determines that he wants to fight with you, and this Tang Zhaozong is supporting that Murong Chanjuan." This woman was too arrogant, and as a result, this daughter was involved in that Tang Zhaozong. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Actually, that Murong Chanjuan is like a hamster, this woman is wide-eyed, but she wants to fight with us, this woman is simply looking for death." ”

"Honey, it's almost twelve o'clock." She said eventually. He looked up.

"We only have a few minutes left, and Murong Zhou will be back soon. Maybe we'll never see each other again. Don't you have anything to tell me? ”

He slowly stood up and walked to the other end of the room.

He stopped, sat by the window, and covered his face with his hands.

"After all this time, you've finally decided to show some mercy." She whispered.

I'd still like you to let them take off their belts. There was no need to aggravate his pain. Now don't be afraid of him running away, even if you let him go, he won't be able to get up. ”

"My good sir, I think the doctor may make a mistake like everyone else. I'm going to tie him up there now, he's going to have to.

"Don't you think that now."

She waited for a moment, then walked to the other end of the room and stood beside him.

"Just tell me the truth." She whispered, "Think about it, if you were killed and I lived—I'd have to look back on my life, but I never know—never be sure—"

He grabbed her hands and held them tightly.

"If I was killed—you know, when I went to South America—oh, Murong Zhou!"

Startled, he quickly stopped talking and opened the door. Murong Zhou was rubbing his boots on the mat at the door.

"Not a minute is bad, just as punctual as usual! You're like an astronomical clock. Is that a ride-ride-riding cape? ”

"Yes, two or three other things. I tried not to let them get wet, but it was pouring outside. I'm afraid you're going to be very uncomfortable on the road. ”

"Oh, that's okay. There are no spies on the streets, right? ”

"No, all the spies seem to have gone back to sleep. I don't think it's surprising that the weather is so bad tonight. Queen Ho, is that coffee? He should eat something hot before going out, otherwise he will catch a cold. ”

"The coffee didn't add anything, it was quite strong. I'm going to boil some milk. ”

She walked into the kitchen, gritting her teeth desperately and clasping her hands to keep herself from crying. When she came back with milk, Bai Cunxiao had already put on her cloak and was tying up the long leather boots that Murong Zhou had brought. He drank a cup of coffee standing and then picked up his wide-brimmed riding hat.

He tore a page from a small notebook, picked up a pencil and wrote a few words.

"I already have the address." She said, her voice monotonous and calm.

"Yes, yes? Uh, take that too. Let's go, Murong Zhou. Shhhh Don't let the door creak! It is the day of the market in Brisigella, where farmers from villages and villages in the region come with their pigs and poultry, as well as their produce and their not very tame flocks of goats. The market was filled with people laughing and joking, haggling over dried figs, cheap pastries and sunflower seeds. Children with brown skin lie barefoot on the pavement in the hot sun. Their mother sat under a tree with a basket of cream and eggs beside her.

When Montagneri came out to wish the people a "good morning", he was immediately surrounded by noisy children. They held up a handful of swallow flowers, bright red poppies, and fragrant white daffodils, hoping that he would accept them from the hillside. People tolerated his fondness for flowers out of love. They thought that this little eccentricity was very worthy of a wise man. If someone is not loved by everyone like this, then he fills his room with weeds and flowers, and they will laugh at him. "You're not from the neighborhood here." The woman who poured the water said, looking up at him.

"It's not. I'm from Corsica. ”

"Looking for a job?"

"yes. It was almost time to harvest hay, and there was a gentleman who had a farm near Ravenna, and he went to Corsica that day and told me that there was a lot of work to be done here. ”

"I hope you can find work, I'm sure you can, but the harvest here isn't good."

"Corsica, even worse, Auntie. I don't know what we poor people have left. ”

"Are you here alone?"

"No, I'm here with my companions. There he was, the one in the red shirt. Hey, Paul! ”

Michelle heard someone call him, so he put his hands in his pockets and walked over slowly. Despite his wig, he was dressed like a Corsican and was unrecognizable to himself. As for Bai Cunxiao, his appearance can be said to be seamless.

They wandered all the way through the bazaar together. Michael whistled, and Bai Cunxiao followed with a package on his shoulder, shuffling his steps so that others could not easily see that he was a cripple. They are waiting for the messenger, to whom they must give important instructions.

"Marconi is there, on a horse, just around the corner." Michael whispered suddenly. Bai Cunxiao was still carrying the package, and he shuffled towards the man on horseback.

"Sir, do you want someone to collect hay?" He said, touching his torn hat with his hand as he reached out a finger to feel the reins. This is their original code. Outwardly, the rider may have been a squire's butler.

The man jumped off his horse and threw the reins on his horse's back.

"Man, what are you going to do?"

Bai Cunxiao fumbled with his hat.

"I'll mow the grass, sir, and mow the hedge—" he began, and went on in one breath. "Morning at the mouth of that round hole. You have to prepare two fast horses and a carriage. I'll wait in the hole—and, I'll plow, sir—"

"That'll do, I'll just need a lawn mower. Have you ever come out and done it before? ”

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"it once, sir. Be careful, you must bring guns with you when you come, we may encounter a cavalry patrol. Don't walk from one side of the woods, it's safer from the other side. If you come across an agent, don't stop and argue with him, fire at once—I'm glad to get to work, sir. "If you don't eat it, you'll get sick," said the soldier hurriedly, "and eat some bread, it will do you good." ”

The man spoke with a curious sincerity as he took a piece of undried bread from his plate and put it down again. Bai Cunxiao regained the alertness of the revolutionaries, and he immediately guessed what was hidden in the bread.

"You put it here, and I'll eat a little bit later." He said nonchalantly. The cell door was open, and he knew that the military cao standing on the stairs could hear every word they said.

The cell door was locked again, and he was sure that no one was watching through the peephole. He took the loaf of bread and carefully crumpled it. In the middle was what he was expecting, a truncated file wrapped in a small piece of paper with words written on it. He carefully spread out the piece of paper, leaning closer to the slightly shiny spot. The words are densely written together, and the paper is thin, so the handwriting is difficult to read.

The iron gate was opened, and there was no moon in the sky. File as soon as possible and pass through the aisle at 2 to 3 o'clock. We are ready for everything, and maybe there will never be another chance.

He crumpled the paper excitedly. With that in this case, all the preparations were done, and all he had to do was file the railing of the window. The shackles have been removed, what a blessing! He doesn't have to file and break the shackles. How many railings are there? Two, four. The first one has to be filed in two places, which is equal to eight. Oh, if he had moved quickly, he would still have had time in the night—Empress He and Murong Zhou had everything ready so quickly—including disguises, passports, and hiding places? They must have been too busy to be separated—they adopted her plan anyway. He secretly laughed at himself for being stupid. It doesn't matter if it's her plan or not, as long as it's a good plan! But he couldn't help but feel glad that she had come up with the idea of letting him use the tunnels, rather than having him climb the rope ladder down, as the smugglers had suggested. Her plan, though more complex and difficult, was not as likely to endanger the lives of the sentinels standing guard outside the eastern wall, as the other one did. Therefore, when the two plans were placed in front of him, he did not hesitate to choose Empress He's plan.

Here's how it was arranged: The caretaker's friend, nicknamed "Cricket," seized the first opportunity, and without the knowledge of his companions, opened the iron gate of the courtyard leading to the basement wall, and hung the key on the nail in the guard room. After receiving this news, Bai Cunxiao filed and cut the railing of the window, tore his shirt and braided it into a rope, and then followed the rope to the wide wall on the east side of the courtyard. As the sentry looked in the other direction, he crawled along the wall; When the man looked this way, he lay still on his stomach. In the southeast corner is a half-collapsed tower. In a way, the tower is supported there by dense ivy. But large stones fell inside and piled up by the courtyard wall. He would climb down the tower along the ivy and the stone piles of the courtyard, enter the courtyard, and then gently open the unlocked iron gate, passing through the tunnel and entering the tunnel connected to it. Centuries ago, this tunnel was a secret corridor that connected the castle to a fortress on a nearby hill. The tunnels are now abandoned, and many places have been blocked by falling stones. Only the smugglers knew of a well-hidden cave on the hillside, which they dug up to connect it to the tunnel. No one doubted that the forbidden goods were often hidden under the walls of the castle for weeks, but the customs officers searched the homes of the angry mountain dwellers, always to no avail. Bai Cunxiao will climb from this hole to the mountain, and then take the dark to a remote location. Murong Zhou and a smuggler will be waiting for him there. The biggest difficulty will be that after the evening patrol, it is not every day that there is an opportunity to open the iron gates. And you can't climb down the window on a clear night, so you risk being spotted by the sentinels. Now that we have such a good chance of success, we can't afford to miss it. He picked it up and brought it to the light, then calmly unfolded it.

Whatever happens, come over tonight. The crickets will be moved to another place tomorrow. This is our only chance.

He tore up the note, and that's how he handled the previous one. He grabbed the file again and went back to work, stubborn, silent and desperate.

A little. He's been working for three hours now, and he's filed six railings. File two more, and he'll have to climb—

He began to recall the previous episodes of his terrible illness, the last time on New Year's Day. He shuddered as he remembered five consecutive nights of illness. But that time the illness didn't come so suddenly, he never knew it would be so sudden.

He dropped the file and stretched out his hands blankly. In utter despair, he prayed. It was the first time he had prayed since he became an atheist.

He prayed for the small, for the nothing, for everything.

"Don't have a seizure tonight! Oh, let me get sick tomorrow! I'm willing to put up with it tomorrow – as long as I don't have a seizure tonight! ”

He stood calmly for a moment, covering his temples with his hands. Then he grabbed the file again and went back to work.

Past eleven. He had already begun to file the last railing. The sleeves of his shirt had been bitten to shreds, his lips were bleeding, and in front of his eyes was a mist of blood, sweat rolling down his forehead. He's still in a hard file, file, file—

When the sun rose, Montagneri fell asleep. The pain of insomnia at night exhausted him. After a quiet slumber for a while, he began to dream again.

At first his dreams were vague and mixed, with broken images and fantasies coming flooding in, fluttering and incoherent, but equally full of vague feelings of struggle and pain, and equally full of indescribable shadows of horror. He soon had nightmares of insomnia, terrible and familiar old dreams that had been beating his heart for years. Even in his dreams, he could confirm that he had experienced all of them.

He went into another room and was about to lie down on a bed, but someone jumped up on the bed and shouted, "This bed is mine!" ”

He retracted and walked away, his heart filled with despair.

The clock struck again and again, but he continued to wander, from room to room, from house to house, from hallway to hallway. The terrible gray dawn drew nearer; The clock is striking five times. The night had passed, but he had not found a place to rest. Oh, bitter! Another day—another day!

"Ahh He said, "The sea is more merciful, and it is too tired to sleep." ”