Chapter 65

At this time, Yang Jun also discovered the vision, so he took a closer look and finally affirmed: "That's the Kong Ming lantern, maybe it's a distress signal from Miss Wu, you hurry up and take a group of people to find the Kong Ming lantern......

Then he thought about it again and commanded: "Bring a windmill and see which way the wind is ......."

Half an hour later, the person who went to look for the Kong Ming lantern came back with the Kong Ming lantern, and at this time the small candle in the Kong Ming lantern had been extinguished, and only an empty paper remained. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Jun took the Kong Ming lantern, and the person next to him replied: "Yang Dart, it's a southeast wind blowing today......

Long Zihao also ran over, and when he saw Kong Minglan who only had paper left, he asked Yang Jun, "Can you find them by this?" ”l

Yang Jun said: "I'm not sure they put it...... "If they hadn't put it, they would have invested a lot of manpower and material resources to find it in the southeast direction, and the southeast direction was a deep mountain forest with cliffs and mountains, if it was a decision-making mistake, it might have delayed the lives of He Gongzi and Miss Wu, so Yang Jun hesitated for a while.

Long Zihao took the paper and smelled a fragrance, and then she took out the bottle of essential oil that He Jinghui gave her that day from her arms, unscrewed the cap and let them smell the smell is not the same, although the smell on the paper is already very light, but there is no doubt that it is an aroma, so it can be concluded that they are in the southeast direction, Yang Jun couldn't help but praise: "This Miss Wu and He Gongzi are smart ......"

The night is dark, the mountain road is not easy to walk, we will set up camp here tonight, and tomorrow morning we will set out in the southeast direction to find Miss Wu and them.

The tents were quickly set up and set up camp.

Finding Miss Wu and He Jinghui finally had a glimmer of hope, which had gradually lost confidence, and suddenly rekindled hope.

In this boundless night, hope is all the supporting beliefs, and for Wu Meier, who is deeply trapped in the cottage, this is also all their hopes, hoping to be discovered, hoping to be rescued, it seems that fate is in that moment, if it is discovered, there is a chance to be free.

If you don't find out, you will have to be stuck in the quagmire like a cottage, it is difficult to escape, Wu Meier put the Kong Ming lantern and returned to the room full of hope, the night of the cottage is very quiet, Wu Meier thinks about everything she will meet tomorrow, I hope that fate will not treat her well, she believes that Yang Jun must have gathered many people to find them at this moment, and the Kong Ming lantern is her hope, this is a night full of hope for everyone.

Wu Meier almost didn't fall asleep all night, until the sky gradually became white, she gradually became sleepy, fell asleep in a daze, and when the sky was completely bright, she couldn't sleep anymore, and her heart was too heavy to sleep.

And He Jingxuan, who was locked in the dilapidated room, didn't sleep all night. He was grinding the rope almost all the time, although the skin had already worn out, and the process was painful and boring, but He Jinghui didn't want to give up, he believed that only by continuous efforts would he have a chance to escape.

He didn't want Mei'er to marry the owner of the village and be the lady of the village, so he grinded and grinded, kept grinding, it was really a drop of water through the stone, and the hard work paid off, and finally when the sky was completely bright, He Jinghui broke the rope tied to his hand, although the skin on his wrist had been worn out, but he couldn't care so much, moved his arm that was already stiff, and quickly untied the rope tied to his leg.

When he came to the door, he heard the sound of people walking back and forth outside, there should be someone patrolling here, although he was very worried about Mei'er, but the hero didn't eat the immediate loss, and He Jinghui wouldn't do anything about being outnumbered, and only by preserving himself first could Mei'er be rescued, so He Jinghui observed the situation outside through the hole in the door, and found that someone was patrolling back and forth, and the people in the distance seemed to be very busy, delivering things back and forth.

He Jinghui just quietly observed their actions, feeling that everyone was very busy, they were passing things back and forth, and this neighborhood should be the kitchen, because He Jinghui, who was good at observing through the holes, saw the cooking smoke, and more importantly, this product is now close to the back of the chest, don't be hungry.

Therefore, his sensitivity to the aroma of food is extremely high, and no matter how far away the fragrance is, he cannot escape the smell of a hungry person.

He Jinghui now feels like a little girl selling matches, and the illusions floating in front of her are roast chicken, roast duck, and braised pork...... The same crossed in front of his eyes, he only felt that the gongs and drums of the Five Organs Temple were more powerful, he pinched his thigh fiercely, there is a way that the rich and noble cannot be lewd, the poor and the lowly cannot be bent, how can he be defeated by hunger, this is too unscientific.

Although He Jinghui was hungry, he still decided to find a way to get some food, otherwise what would he do if he fainted from hunger while saving Mei'er.

Yes, the body is the capital of the revolution, so you have to eat a full stomach. He Jinghui found that the lock of this door was rusty, and at this time, two people walked towards him with lunch boxes, and He Jinghui found a wooden stick with the thickness of an arm from the house and held it tightly in his hand.

When the two of them were about to come over, they heard a busy person behind them say to the two of them: "You two come over and go to the Winter Courtyard alone to help, and the king's affairs must not be neglected." ”

He Jinghui heard clearly, the Winter Courtyard, is it possible to find Wu Mei'er there, but he has to go to the Winter Courtyard by himself. And one of the two said unto the other, Go and bring food to the dead ghost, for the king will ...... him to-night As he spoke, he made a motion to wipe his neck.

He Jinghui scolded secretly in his heart, hold the grass, do you still want Lao Tzu's life?

The man followed the group of people to the Winter Courtyard to help, and only one person was left with the food box and walked towards the dilapidated house where He Jinghui was.

He struggled to open the rusty lock, and as soon as he came in, he was also blindfolded, where did the person go, but before he had time to look around, he had been knocked out by He Jingxuan's classmate Hua Hua, and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

He Jinghui visually inspected it, this person is about the same height as himself, so He Jinghui simply and rudely stripped him of his clothes, put them on himself, and then tied the goods to the pillar, he looked at the food, and measured it with the silver hairpin on his head to see if it was poisonous, so he devoured it with confidence.

While eating, he considered whether he should block this guy's mouth first, just picked up a steamed bun, He Jinghui, who has always adhered to the principle that every grain is the sweat of the farmer's uncle, thought about it, put the steamed bun in his mouth, and then reached out and pulled the guy's socks off, and stuffed them directly into the mouth of the guy who was tied to the pillar, and then wiped the hand that picked up the socks on the guy's underwear with disgust, and then waved his sleeves and walked away without taking a cloud......

He Jinghui dressed up like this, and properly became a bandit in this cottage, He Jinghui smeared a little dust on his face in order not to attract the attention of others, the more he sank into the soil, the less easy it was to be discovered, but he used to be a crew dramatist, although he had never acted, but he had never eaten pork, so he saw pigs running every day.

He Jinghui pretended to finish delivering the meal and swaggered to lock the broken house, and staggered to the kitchen, sure enough, it was very lively inside, everyone was busy, and it seemed that if they were going to cook a lot of dishes.

He Jinghui looked at the many snacks that had been made, so he secretly stuffed them in his arms while everyone was busy, only to hear a chef shouting at him: "You, you, you...... Hurry up and help add firewood, hurry up and boil this water! ”

He Jinghui sighed and went over to help, he was boiling essential oils in the house every day for a while, and adding a firewood to make the fire more prosperous is naturally something he is very good at.

Just listen to the chef's posture of a master in charge of a five-star hotel. "The king is getting married today, and we have to prepare ninety-nine eighty-one dishes, so the time to prepare so many dishes in the evening is very tight, you hurry up to the firewood room and pick up some firewood and come back."