"Boss, you see, this surnamed Zhao is really gone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Seeing Zhao Pu's decision to leave on horseback, there was no nostalgia at all, and the night marching generals were also a little stunned.

"No, he can wait for half a night......"

"Boss, I heard that the literati are quite virtuous, this man acts violently, not like an ordinary person, if he really leaves and never comes again, won't you be scolded?"

"That's right, boss, who can't get along with, don't get along with yourself, if this guy leaves, what if Lord Ji blames the thing?"

"I don't believe that Lord Ji will blame us brothers who were born and died because of a little literati?"

For Lord Ji, the leader of the night march is still relatively confident, and on the other hand, he is also completely sure that Zhao Pu, who has been waiting outside the door for half a night, will definitely come back.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

A few soldiers guarding the city stood at the door yawning, but they didn't see Zhao Pu, who came back in the middle of the night last night, but was the leader of the night march, and after a while, he had already hurried over, and said to a few soldiers with a blue face, "What about that person?" Haven't come back yet? ”

Several of the soldiers shook their heads stupidly, looking completely ignorant.

The leader of the night march could only shake his head helplessly and sighed, "Lend me your horse." ”

"Where's your horse, chief?"

The leader of the night march kept silent about this, but the few night marchers who followed the leader hurriedly shook their heads and signaled to these familiar soldiers.

"Be careful, don't rub salt on people's wounds!!"

As soon as he said this, several soldiers instantly understood that this war horse may have already become a heroic soul under the sword.

I can't blame anyone else, it's all to blame for the newcomer surnamed Zhao.

It stands to reason that she should be more behaved if she is a literati, like other literati in the Yongxing Army, she will be obedient, and she will be fine, as long as the leader of the night march is happy and suffers some losses, there will still be sweetness in the future.

It's just that like this literati surnamed Zhao, I'm afraid that the leader of the night march who sacrificed the war horse will secretly hold a grudge in his heart, if he can't be found by the leader of the night march, it's okay, if he really comes back, I'm afraid that there will be no peace in this life.

- Who are the people of the night march?

It's a group of vicious gangsters, if they are really targeted, I'm afraid that they will die without their skin, let alone be targeted by the leader?

Looking at the figures of a few night marchers in the distance, a few soldiers guarding the city stood in place, their faces a little sad.

"It seems that the literati surnamed Zhao can't survive."

"Hmph, who knows? You say he's just a literati, what do you want to do? ”

"I don't know."

Two soldiers guarded the city gate, and it was absolutely impossible for them to leave this place for the rest of their lives.

……

The horse-made Lu was fast, and several night marchers came to the small cities around the Yongxing Army Festival.

There are also a lot of strange things in these small towns, a few juggling troupes around the roadside, the old master who tells a story in the teahouse, and the lady who sings Kunqu opera is the object of their frequenting.

But at this time, they could only honestly search for it on the street, and they could only rely on the memory of the time to find the literati surnamed Zhao who had disappeared.

A burly night marcher sketched Zhao Pu's height with his hands, "Hey, have you ever seen a young man who is about this tall and so thin?" The man had a horse in his hand. ”

"No, no."

The two men who passed by shook their heads.

I looked for it in the morning, but I thought it was gone.

The remaining few night marchers went to the nearby post station to look for them.

"Let's go and have a look at that house."

One of the soldiers said to the leader of the night march.

"I can't." The leader of the night march looked at the best Yuelai Inn in the vicinity, and waved his hands with some disdain, "The literati are all poor and sour, how can he have the money to come to this place?" ”

"That'...... Listen, let's look elsewhere!! ”

The soldiers and horses searched all morning until noon, and when they saw any pedestrians, they did not find anything.

When it was almost noon and afternoon, several soldiers sat in a row, squatting at the door of the Yuelai Inn and nibbling on pancakes.

"Boss, where did this literati surnamed Zhao go?"

"Hmph, where can he go as a literati? The key can't be seen and the hand can't be lifted, and he can't run far. ”

Where can he go as a literati?

Originally, these soldiers also believed that Zhao Pu would not be able to run far, but this time, they were a little unconvinced.

After all, after looking for a morning and a whole noon, Zhao Pu didn't see anyone alive, even if he died, he still had an explanation after picking up the corpse, right?

When several people thought of this, they all began to frown.

The Yuelai Inn next to him was also becoming more and more pedestrians at this time.

"Is there a room available?"

A middle-aged man wearing a hitch stepped forward and asked.

"Yes, but ......" Xiao Er seemed to hesitate, "but you have to wait, guest officer, we have a ...... here Some strange guests, he paid but said that he would only stay for one day and leave in the afternoon...... It is estimated that this son will be about the same, but I don't know when he will be able to get up. ”

As he spoke, at this scene, a haggy figure appeared at the door.

Zhao Pu finally had a little blood on his face.

"It's a good place. The environment in the house is fine. ”

Zhao Pu paid the silver money early in the morning, and for him who was in urgent need of sleep, he was still willing to live in an inn in this kind of place.

Even if there is no Wei family, the Zhao family can afford to live.

Zhao Pu hurriedly went out, and as soon as he went out, he saw a group of people dressed in black.

"Yo, isn't this your brothers?"

Zhao Pu arched his hand.

But I saw that those people had dark blue faces, even more vicissitudes than Zhao Pu, a person who slept in the open air.

"You?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Inside the inn?"

Zhao Pu said lightly, and everyone turned around one after another and looked at the leader of the night march.

The leader was also full of black lines, and his expression was a little uncalm.

"Where did you get the money?"

Zhao Pu arched his hand, "The family is quite solid, and at this point, it can be afforded." ”

Zhao Pu spoke modestly, but those people were a little unhappy when they listened, and they were all a little sluggish.

"If you don't have anything else to do, I'll go first."

While speaking, several night marches made a battle like a lock, trapping Zhao Putuan in it, just like the eighteen Tongren of Shaolin Temple, so that Zhao Pu couldn't move.

The leader of the group looked respectful.

"Please Zhao Gongzi accept this horse blood, and the most important thing is to get rid of the wind and cold."

"This horse...... Did you really slaughter it? ”

Zhao Pu was a little surprised, but in addition to being surprised, looking at the other party's impatient gaze, he naturally understood that this beam was completely concluded. (To be continued.) )