At this time, the convoy was still moving rapidly, and Zhong Xi jumped so unscrupulously that he was about to be trampled to death by the horses rushing up from behind.

Nie Rang's eyes were quick, he turned over and dismounted between the lightning and flint, hugged her and then jumped back to the horse, as if reproducing the scene of the heroes saving the beauty in the Dog Rong Rebellion.

Digging Tu saw everything, and his heart was full of jealousy, but he was also disheartened. Why is it always Nie Rang who saves Zhong Ji in danger again and again? Is this providential?

Nie Rang wanted to say something, hesitated for a while, and finally didn't say anything, and silently took Zhong Ji away. Dutu sighed helplessly, waved his hand to stop Neizai, who was intent on raising the master to ask for the guilt, and said coldly: "Let's set up camp." ”

That night, he had strange dreams again. Zhong Ji in the dream returned to her sweet appearance and flew with him carefree. The love is strong, and the two of them are tightly intertwined as if they are connected branches. The light kiss of the digging protrusion gradually went crazy until it advanced to a wet kiss with unbridled saliva. Scales grew everywhere the beauty coveted, and finally transformed into a swimming dragon as golden as the setting sun, struggling to escape from under the crotch of the dug. He desperately held on, and clung to the dragon's tail with both hands.

Suddenly, Nezai and Nie Rang burst out and cut off Dutu's left and right hands, respectively, causing him to writhe frantically in agony. Blood splattered all over the sky, dyeing the golden dragon into a red dragon, and soon the red dragon slowly turned black again. The ambergris at the corners of his mouth also turned from transparent to dirty, and began to emit a foul smell, spraying his stickiness as the dragon's shrill roar. Eventually, the black dragon turned around and bared its fangs. The monstrous dragon's face grew closer and closer, distorted more and more, transforming into the terrifying face of Zhong Ji when he went mad, and swooping down on him......

With heart-rending shouts, Dutu finally woke up. He waved his hands in horror and kept slapping his body until he could see that they hadn't been chopped off. In that era before the invention of underwear, he unexpectedly wiped the slime of the dream relics everywhere, making his body smell fishy.

The attendant knelt outside the tent, overwhelmed by fright. Digging out of the air as he struggled to compose himself. He probably couldn't sleep, so he simply ordered someone to fetch a large bucket of water and place it on the boundless field. He took a deep breath, submerged in the cool water, and stared at the trembling Milky Way in the sky through the ripples.

And so it was repeated over and over again, until all was forgotten and the brain was completely emptied.

Now it is the turn of summer and autumn, and the temperature at night is not high after all, and the next day of digging Tutu really caught a cold and fever. The high fever was painful, but it was a relief for him, because he could justifiably not think about the troubles of emotions and affairs. He "enjoyed" his illness alone, leaving his ministers to be anxious.

However, God made another joke, so that Di Tu couldn't even escape.

It turned out that in the early Spring and Autumn Period, the doctors and witches had not yet separated, and there was not even a serious doctor, and it was Taibu who treated him. This guy was originally out to worship ghosts and gods, and later pulled up the Taizhu to sacrifice heaven and earth. Digging Tutu has no strength, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to them. But then the old god got into it and began to get some strange things on him.

Taibu first slaughtered a chicken and smeared the blood of the chicken on his forehead. Later, he made a handful of plant ash and sprinkled it in the carriage, choking him even more bitterly. In the end, the old guy sacrificed a big killing weapon, pinching the worms caught from nowhere to stuff them into people's mouths. Frightened, he was so frightened that he was full of excitement, and he soared high, and blasted the old god stick out like chicken blood. Tai Butian was shameless, and shouted happily: "It's effective, it's effective, your lord's spirit is restored!" ”

I can't laugh or cry when I dig it. But being amused by this clown-like behavior eased my mood a lot.

In order not to be tossed to death by Taibu, Dutu decided to save himself. First of all, he demanded that the army march normally, and strictly ordered all those who "treated" him to get out, what should they do. Then he remembered the joke he had read in popular science books before, so he asked his attendant to dig up a lot of willow bark, mash it and soak it in water, and barely drink it as aspirin. Anyway, there are no antibiotics there, and the rest is resisted by their own strong physique.

In this way, he passed day after day in a daze, until the carriage changed ships, and the land route changed to water, and he recovered.

After the hundred chiefs learned about the events of that day, they didn't dare to arrange Zhong Ji to come to the main ship where the monarch was. Digging Tu guessed his concerns, but he didn't have anything to do for the time being, so he didn't say anything. He stood alone in the bow of the boat every day, worrying about the ever-flowing river.

As soon as I thought of Zhong Ji's repeated troubles, I had a headache. Does being with true love have to go through a lot of hardships like what you play on TV? If the trials brought about by the war and displacement before made him cherish this relationship even more, now these tests are very chicken. The former is an external cause, and there is nothing wrong with the relationship between the two, but the latter is more like an internal cause, because he is unable to provide a sense of security for the woman who has suffered a heart wound.

Sadly, when she spoke up for Bao Xi in the court, the big brother who could protect her in Zhong Xi's mind was Dutu. Now after more upheavals, her protector has changed to someone else, and he is also a good brother of Dutu. You must know that for the sake of this woman, he did not hesitate to confront all the forces inside and outside, and such a result made him constantly doubt whether his persistence was meaningful.

But who is to blame for all this? Zhong Ji is the victim, Nie Rang is not wrong, and there is nothing he can do about it. The only ones to blame are the conspirators who created the turmoil. Thinking of this, he slammed his fist on the side of the boat in anger, and one after another wicked people who harmed the Zhong Ji sisters flashed in his mind.

At this moment, someone in the front boat shouted, it turned out that it was the place where Yu Shifu had extinguished the scorch. Nearly two years have passed, and the new city on the south bank is almost finished. From a distance, there is only one corner of the southernmost part of the city wall that does not have a dragon.

He suddenly remembered that this villain had left the Bao Xi sisters and ran away alone, and he hated it so much. If Father Yu Shi had a little bit of a man's responsibility back then, the two sisters would not have ended up with one death and one injury today.

Today's digging is no longer the weak boy who needed to sneak in and dodge back then, and he is fully capable of revenge. Since the enemy himself has sent it to the door, when will he not clean it up at this time? He decided to start by cleaning up his father, and prove it to Zhong Ji one by one that he was still the handsome brother who could protect her for the rest of her life.

However, just as the dug suddenly rolled up their sleeves and prepared for action, all the ships suddenly turned around and leaned north, gradually moving away from Xinyu City. He was furious and immediately summoned his ministers and asked to go south instead.

Neizai has always been conservative, and it was he who gave the order to change course: "Your Majesty, more things are better than less." Now that we have decided to return to the East, we should not make any extraneous branches. ”

"You're not ashamed!" Digging Tu held back his dissatisfaction and criticized mercilessly, "The widow is the triumphant king of Qin, who has just made great contributions to the Son of Heaven, but he wants to hide from such a chaotic minister and thief? ”

Nejae lowered his head and kept silent, not knowing whether he was at fault or sulking from being scolded. Seeing that Da Sima was about to speak to help, he preemptively divided the two of them and said: "Today's Zheng Jun has been trained by Master Sima to be strong and strong, how can it be compared to when he fled two years ago?" You are such a shrunken turtle, won't he be laughed at by his peers in other countries after it gets out? ”

This move is really good, and Da Sima didn't know what to say in an instant. He rubbed for a long time, and muttered: "How dare the minister? As long as it doesn't disgrace the reputation of the king. ”

"Okay, Lord Sima, are you really willing to defend the reputation of the widow?"

As soon as the digging was so excited, the bloody nature of the martial artist surged up: "The minister is willing to smear the liver and brain of the king, and he will not give up!" ”

"In that case, let's teach the widow a lesson, this little man!"

"No!" Nezai jumped out again, "The teacher is unknown, what does the king want?" ”

"The teacher is unknown? King Qin ordered to summon the world, but instead of going to the rescue, he fled with his troops, ignoring the safety of Hojing. The widow is going to punish the Son of Heaven and Zhou Zhao today! ”

"Changing lanes on the march and abusing armor, I'm afraid it's unlucky!"

"Unlucky?" Di Tu sneered, turned to Tai Bu, who was shrinking to the side, and ordered him to immediately step forward and take a hexagram.

Taibu was originally a lively watcher, but Leng Buding was carried to the front desk, and he was a little overwhelmed all of a sudden. What's even more terrifying is that he found that his master was staring at him, and it was the kind of eyes that stared at him.