Hearing that the arrow was going to be released, Nangong Han and Ling Hu Zhao knew that they couldn't run anymore, so they stopped according to the agreement in the dark grid, only Ling Hu Yan was frightened and frightened, and continued to run regardless of the tail, Ling Hu Zhao and Nangong Han saw it and wanted to pull it back. But she didn't hold it, and she broke free.

At this time, he had heard the sharp sound of arrow feathers cutting through the sky, Nangong Han pounced forward, and rolled Ling Hu Yan to the ground a few times, and several feather arrows fell to the place where they had just fallen and were deeply inserted into the soil. Nangong Han thought to himself, this rebel's cavalry and archery kung fu was really not bad, and after Ling Hu Zhao saw that Nangong Han had caught the panicked Ling Hu Yan, his entangled heart also let go of some of them.

At this time, Ling Hu Yan saw that Nangong Han had knocked herself down, and she rolled on the ground a few times, afraid and shy, and kept trying to break free from Nangong Han's arms. At this time, several rebel sergeants were seen running over.

In a hurry, Nangong Han slapped Ling Hu Yan and scolded: "The military master told you not to run, you don't want to die!" ”

After Ling Hu Yan was pumped, she hid her face and cried tremblingly.

The five or six rebels who came over, dressed in armor, with a fleshy face and a murderous look in their eyes.

Nangong Han hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Master Jun, I'm really sorry, you said that we all stopped, but my lady was so frightened that she peed her pants when she heard the arrow, and she was panicked." I hope that the military master's subordinates will be merciful and let us go. We were from the inn, and when we saw the courage of your army, we were very frightened, so we hid in the mountains for a few days, and we were so hungry that we couldn't stand it, and wanted to come back and find something to eat. ”

As soon as the words fell, a sergeant split his head and covered his face with two whips and said, "You talk a lot!" I didn't ask you, you still talked about it. Nangong Han hurriedly covered his head with his hands, and the whip was whipped on his arms and shoulders, and blood suddenly oozed out. Ling Hu Zhao didn't have time to think about it and knelt down on the ground and begged: "Ladies and gentlemen, please spare us, we are just hungry, come back and find something to eat." ”

The sergeant turned his head with a dark face, and pointed two whips at Ling Hu Zhao, and then turned to stare at Ling Hu Yan. made Hu Yan even more frightened and cried even more fiercely, Nangong Han hurriedly went over and persuaded: "If the military master doesn't kill people, he will reward us with two whips." Don't cry! ”

This is actually said to Ling Hu Zhao, if the sergeants have to kill them, they will resist in time to kill, and they can only resign themselves to fate.

Ling Hu Zhao immediately understood when he heard this, and responded: "Master Jun, you can spare us." It's not easy for our family of three, give us a way to live, and we will remember your kindness. ”

The sergeant who beat people may be a centurion, pushed Nangong Han aside, and gave Ling Hu Yan two more lashes, which made Ling Hu Yan fall to the ground and wail. Ling Hu Zhao hurriedly knelt on his knees and ran over to hug her and said, "Girl, don't cry!" Don't cry. He turned his head and bowed to the sergeant, saying, "Master, please spare us." ”

He thought that if they continued to whip them, he jumped up, snatched their swords, and unloaded their heads. At the same time, Nangong Han also kept begging for mercy.

The centurion was about to raise his whip, and suddenly heard a loud shout from the direction of the inn: "Stop, the young marshal has an order, not to kill innocents indiscriminately." Bring them over. ”

So the sergeants escorted the three of them to the front of the inn and knelt down. At this time, the young marshal walked out, dressed in silver armor, wearing a red robe, leather boots, a jade belt around his waist, and a delicate horizontal knife, and said lukewarmly: "I asked you to be kind to the people, are you all deaf?" Whoever beats these three people today will go and receive fifty military sticks. Just go! ”

The last sentence was a little hysterical, so that the centurion who had whipped the three people just now fell to his knees and begged for mercy: "Young marshal! Spare me this time! Next time, I won't dare to disobey the military order again......"

"And here's it! Hum! ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a crackling sound, and the centurion was already wailing.

Ling Hu Yan also recovered from the extreme panic at this time, and when she heard the howl of the beater being beaten like a pig, half of the resentment in her heart dissipated. Thinking about it, this rebel army is not so terrible.

Ling Hu Zhao and Nangong Han, the director's bitter plan is nothing more than hoping to break into their interior, Ling Hu Hao takes the opportunity to flee to the south, and Nangong hopes to spy on their information and provide it to the imperial court.

The two of them knew that this was a plot with the tiger, and if they didn't do it well, they would die without a place to be buried. But is there a more effective way to do it?

The young marshal personally helped the three of them up: "An has no way to lead the troops, so that the husband and lady have suffered, please get up quickly." ”

Nangong Han hurriedly replied: "The young marshal led the troops, was wise and martial, disciplined, and did not commit any offense in the autumn, it was I who did not listen to the centurion's order clearly, and he was frightened and disobeyed the centurion's military order, so he was beaten, and asked the young marshal to be merciful and spare the centurion!" ”

Ling Huzhao also echoed: "Young marshal, my son-in-law is right, I hope that the young marshal spared the centurion, it is us who are at fault." ”

The young marshal kicked his leather boots and shouted to the other side: "Since the old gentleman and the young gentleman intercede for him, let's subtract twenty military sticks first." Then he said, "This lady, do you want to forgive him?" ”

When Ling Hu Yan heard this, she began to wonder why Father Ya and Mr. Nangong interceded for that guy, and she couldn't wait to whip him to the ground, and said: "We just hid in the mountains for a few days, and we couldn't stand it with hunger, and we wanted to come back and find something to eat, but it wasn't a fine work, and that military master whipped us without asking about the situation." ”

When Linghu Zhao and Nangong Han heard this, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Linghu Yan said "fine work", isn't this three hundred taels of silver here?

When the young marshal heard this, he laughed and said, "The little lady doesn't want to let him go?" Then continue to play, and then talk about it after playing the thirty boards. The wailing began again.

This is, the young marshal approached Ling Huyan, and although Ling Huyan was helped up, he never looked up at him. The young marshal said, "Go and get my gold sore medicine quickly." Then he said, "Little lady, please raise your head." ”

Ling Hu Yan slowly raised her head, and Ling Hu Yan saw this rebel leader, with a white face, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a rare beautiful man.

At the moment when her eyes collided, she felt that the young marshal had a disappointed look.

It turned out that when Ling Hu Yan knelt on the ground, the young marshal saw that she was whipped twice on her back by the centurion, and her clothes were beaten open, revealing the skin inside, and the whip marks were delicate, so he had compassion and asked the sergeant to get gold sore medicine.

It can be seen that Ling Huyan raised his head, and his appearance was upside down, but his face was full of pockmarks, which was really unsightly, and he said to an entourage: "Let them go back to the inn, it's okay to cook on the fire." ”

Ling Huyan secretly thought in her heart, if this girl really sees each other, she will definitely blind your dog's eyes. Hum!

Linghu Zhao and Nangong Han breathed a sigh of relief, and the three of them entered the inn together and smeared the gold sore medicine. According to the instructions of the young marshal's entourage, he began to fetch water and cook and clean up the house.

But these jobs, the three of them used to only do them, but now it is a bit difficult to dress up as innkeepers, runners, cooks, and handymen. After Ling Hu Zhao and Nangong Han exchanged glances, Ling Hu Zhao said as if nothing was there: "Girl, you still be your shopkeeper, your father will give you a run and a handyman, and the virtuous son-in-law will continue to be a cook." ”

The sergeant next to him immediately scolded: "What do you say? ”

Nangong Han hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master Jun is angry, my father-in-law is saying that our family of three is still arranged according to the previous division of labor." ”

"Less verbose! Hurry up and make some good meals for the young marshal. Ling Hu Yan sat down on the chair behind the counter with some trepidation; Nangong Han went to the back kitchen to prepare meals; Linghu Zhao went to the backyard to chop wood.

Soon, a sergeant picked up a pheasant wounded by an arrow and threw it on the counter, the chicken was still dying, and said to Ling Huyan: "Ma-faced lady, hurry up and ask your husband to prepare and send it to the young marshal!" The young marshal loves pheasant soup the most, don't miss it. ”

Ling Huyan had never seen a pheasant injured by an arrow since she was a child, and when she saw that the arrow was still dripping with blood, her neck was swaying from side to side, and she screamed "ah" in fright. The sergeant asked with some confusion: "You opened an inn, are you still afraid to see this?" What inn to open. ”

Nangong Han hurriedly came out of the kitchen, and when he saw this scene, he immediately stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Jun, my lady is frightened, don't care!" Don't care! ”

"Guarding such a pockmarked lady, she is still like a treasure. Hurry up and remove the feathers of this chicken and stew it for the young marshal. The sergeant walked out of the door in bewilderment.

Nangong Han gave Ling Huyan a look, picked up the chicken and walked to the kitchen, and when he was hesitating about what to do with the chicken, Ling Huzhao came in with a pile of firewood. Nangong Han said: "Father-in-law, what's wrong with this chicken?" ”

Ling Hu Zhao raised his fist angrily and wanted to fight, Nangong Han burst out laughing, pointed upstairs, and pointed outside, Ling Hu Zhao also smiled, and the two began to quietly think about how to cook this pheasant.

Ling Huzhao said that when he was in Anxi, he often saw Hu people roasting meat with fire, this young marshal is a Hu person, why don't you call him a heart, make a roast chicken?

Nangong Han said that Hu people eat a lot of roast chicken, is it a change in practice? It's also good to set almost.

Linghu Zhao thought for a while and said, I have been to Changzhou when I was in Huating, and there is a way to eat that may be novel, that is, after the chicken is cut and washed, it is marinated with sauce, wrapped and bundled with lotus leaves, and then wrapped in thin mud, and simmered in the fire, which is crispy and fragrant.

Nangong clapped his hands and said, just use this method!

So, one went to the store to find lotus leaves and mud stored in the summer; One person boiled water to remove the feathers and guts of the chickens, and called Ling Huyan to come over to help.

The inn generally has dried lotus leaves, mainly for wrapping cooked food, and it will be found after a while. It took some effort to remove the chicken's hair, belly, and deterioration, and it took almost half an hour to clean up the chicken. According to what he saw and heard, Ling Huzhao marinated the chicken with old wine, sauce, ginger and shallots, etc., wrapped it in lotus leaves, and prepared to paste it with thin mud. Da Hu said: "What are you doing? Do you want the young marshal to eat soil? ”

Nangong Han hurriedly explained: "Master Jun, this is a roast chicken made for the young marshal, and you will be satisfied after it is roasted." This is the practice of Wuyue area, you have not eaten it, you will know it if you taste it. ”

"What? Are you Wu Yue people? ”

"Nope! No! Master Jun, our family once went to Wuyue to do business, and we know how to eat this clock! ”

"Oh! No wonder your father-in-law and your lady have that accent over there. ”

"Yes! Sir, we've been over there for a long time. ”

"Oh! I see. As soon as the words fell, the sergeant pulled out his horizontal knife coldly, pressed it against Nangong Shi's chest and said, "Are you meticulous?" Is it a scout? ”

For this sudden incident, Nangong Hanyi was nervous, and he was a little overwhelmed. Ling Hu Yan was so frightened that she screamed again. Ling Hu Zhao hurriedly knelt on the ground, walked over on his knees and knelt at the feet of the sergeant and cried: "Master Jun, we really don't understand what you are talking about, scout. We're just ordinary people. If you really want to kill, kill me. Spare the lives of my virtuous son-in-law and daughter. ”

Although Nangong Han and Ling Huyan were frightened, they were really a little amused when they saw Ling Huzhao's performance.

At this time, the young marshal came down from the upper floor and scolded loudly: "I told you, you should be kind to them, treat them well, should you be the wind in your ears?" Do you want the people of the Tang Dynasty to hide like a plague god when they see you? Don't get out of here. ”

After the sergeant walked away, Ling Hu Zhao hurriedly thanked the young marshal: "Thank you for the young marshal's kindness, we must remember it." At noon today, we will prepare a charcoal clay wrapped chicken for you. Keeping you satisfied. ”

The young marshal glanced at them a few times, stopped on Ling Huyan for a moment and said, "I'm sorry for you, I'll taste it later, and see what kind of delicious things are." With that, he went upstairs.

The charcoal clay wrapped chicken was roasted for about an hour, and Ling Hu Zhao couldn't tell whether it was cooked or not, in case it was not roasted well, it was a small matter to take a beating, and it was possible to lose his life.

Nangong Han asked: "Father-in-law, can you be sure!" He was so anxious that Ling Hu Yan gave him a slap on the shoulder. The sergeant outside the door heard the voice and looked this way.

Nangong Han whispered to Ling Huyan: "Everything is according to the plan, don't lose the big because of the small."

Ling Hu Zhao said: "He has a point, you must be cautious." Then he pulled the mud-wrapped chicken in the fire and said, "The hour should be about the same, I'm afraid it's burnt." ”

Nangong Han said: "Then smash the mud and take a look." After speaking, he gently knocked open the mud seal with a wooden stick, revealing the lotus leaf bag, and after dusting the mud, he put it on a plate. shouted to the young marshal's entourage: "Master Jun, the chicken is ready, please present it to the young marshal." ”

The sergeant walked over unhurriedly, and looked at the chicken wrapped in lotus leaves on the plate, which was full of aroma, and thought that he would serve it immediately. But seeing him unhurriedly, he pointed at Nangong Han and said, "You! Eat a chicken leg first. ”

Nangong was hungry, peeled off the lotus leaf and tore off a chicken leg and chewed it, which made Linghu Zhao and Linghu Yan on the side only swallow saliva.

When he had finished eating a chicken leg and was deliberately fixing his eyes on the chicken on his plate, the attendant called two sergeants to watch over the three and brought the chicken up.

Soon I saw the young marshal come to the railing and say to the three people: "How did you do it, this chicken tastes excellent!" ”