When a pair of bloodshot dog eyes saw Zhao Pu again, they really became much more docile. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Zhao Pu approached, sure enough, there was not so much hostility towards this thing.

threw the meat and bones in his hand down, and suddenly half an elbow disappeared into a bloody mouth in an instant.

Zhao Pu couldn't help but be stunned, such a hungry man didn't know who was going to feed him on weekdays, and he could eat like this.

The huge bone rod was suddenly bitten out of the white pulp by the fangs, swallowed the greasy taste carefully, and swallowed it with a stroke of the throat, a whole elbow, a few breaths have been swallowed firmly, and the big mouth of the blood basin is like a bottomless pit, and a pair of red bloodshot eyes look straight at Zhao Pu.

"Uh...... This, really, is gone. Zhao Pu flashed the cloth bag containing the elbow at the mastiff.

The mastiff's eyes turned red and he pounced on it.

"I've fed you, why are you still biting me?" Between the mountains, the huge dog paw slapped the cloth bag in Zhao Pu's hand, and the tip of the black tongue **** the gravy stained on the cloth bag, obviously a guy like a small mountain, but he showed a cute look, reluctantly pressed his teeth against the cloth bag, whimpering.

Like a baby without feeding.

Zhao Pu couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, "You have a really big appetite." ”

Zhao Pu said, and wanted to step forward to touch its head, but he glared at him and forced him to retreat.

"That's it, I'll give you something delicious for the next few days." Zhao Pu said to the mastiff, and he didn't know if the mastiff could understand.

"And then you don't bite me again."

"Wang~Wang~"

The mastiff was about to bark loudly, but Yujun hurriedly came out from the side and covered the mastiff's big mouth, which was a little smaller.

"Well, you can't scream, you'll be screaming in the middle of the night."

Yujun instructed, and the mastiff also closed his mouth obediently.

It seems that this dog is not as stupid as imagined, at least who gives him good food and drink, I am afraid that it still understands this truth.

In that case, it's much easier.

When Zhao Pu followed Yujun back to the hut to sleep, the mastiff also knew to wag his tail to Zhao Pu, which made Zhao Pu very pleased, I believe that in two days, the mastiff's surroundings will be able to let Zhao Pu get closer, and when the time comes, Zhao Pu will go out from the back door, I'm afraid it won't be a difficult thing.

……

"Here you go."

In the night sky hung a round moon, a huge full moon like a millstone, although a little broken, but also bright.

When Zhao Pu squatted on the ground and handed the food bag in his hand to the mastiff, the mastiff was probably already docile.

After getting along for a few days, the mastiff has gradually become well-behaved.

It told Zhao Pu with practical actions that it was a well-fed dog.

Zhao Pu gently patted the mastiff's head, and a smile appeared on his face.

Today, Zhao Pu brought to the mastiff half of a pig's head and the large intestine of a peasant pig that some literati disliked.

These are filthy things for the literati, but they are all treasures for mastiffs.

The amount of food in this meal is very large, and the mastiff dog rarely turns his belly into a round one, lying lazily on the side, and meekly wagging his tail at Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu gently combed the big guy's hair, and the mastiff also approached Zhao Pu with some snuggling.

"Looks like it still likes you." Yujun said softly on the side.

Zhao Pu smiled and didn't speak, after so many days of hard work, if this dog can't be fed again, then Zhao Pu really has no choice.

Moving the mastiff's huge paws aside, Zhao Pu gently patted the mastiff's seniors and said to Yujun, "Tomorrow is fifteen, I have to go." ”

"So fast?" Yujun's gaze was a little reluctant, "What if the mastiff dog still argues that I want to eat meat later?" ”

"Then you go to the old gentleman in the literati courtyard, who often does not eat the meat distributed by the steward, and it is just right to leave it for the mastiff."

Yujun's gaze drooped slightly, "I'm very reluctant to you." ”

"I also consider you to be my friend." As he spoke, Zhao Pu had already pushed open a small piece of the back door, which was rusty and hung with two large webs with spiders, Zhao Pu laboriously tore open the bundled vines, and then looked back at Yujun, "However, I still have things to do, and there are more important things to do." ”

"Can we meet again?"

Yujun asked.

Zhao Pu was silent for a while, he went to find Lord Ji, if it went well, he would become Lord Ji's civil official, and then return to the Wei family to give Wang Yaoshi of the alliance a guarantee.

Otherwise, he will die in the chaotic arrows of King Zheng Yan.

Both possibilities are extremely serious, and no matter which one he is, there is absolutely no possibility for him to return to this literati courtyard.

But after a moment of silence, he returned happily, "Yes." ”

Perhaps Yujun's gaze was too clear, so that Zhao Pu couldn't bear to refuse, and when he looked at Zhao Pu, Yujun's voice was also full of joy.

"Well, then I'll wait for you."

Zhao Pu nodded, turned around and quickly ran outside.

The Literati Academy is like a prison, and Zhao Pu, who escaped from the Literati Academy at this moment, is escaping from prison.

Behind him, Yujun closed the back door, and the wind began to grow under Zhao Pu's feet.

In the end, this is a feudal town, and it is naturally indispensable to collect soldiers.

If Zhao Pu was caught by those recruits at this time, I am afraid that this little life will have to be explained.

Collecting soldiers is also soldiers, even if it is not under the direct jurisdiction of King Zheng Yan, you have to listen to King Zheng Yan's words and give King Zheng Yan a thin noodle.

In that case, whether the fleeing Zhao Pu is killed or stayed, dead or alive, is it not a matter of King Zheng Yan's words?

The footsteps were very low, and when Zhao Pu walked forward, there was basically no echo on the entire path.

At the front of the path was a group of collectors.

Zhao Pu stayed in the bushes, looking around very quietly, and did not dare to make a loud noise, these troops were holding torches in the night, wandering back and forth, one team after another, and it seemed that there was no time to stop.

Annoyed by waiting, Zhao Pu also felt a little more sleepy, and fell asleep directly in the grass.

When he opened his eyes again, there were several soldiers with torches standing in front of him, one of whom was a little more powerful and looked a little old, but he was still keeping vigil.

"What are you doing?"

The man yelled at Zhao Pu, but the soldiers around him did not surround him too much, but continued to keep vigil.

Zhao Pu didn't speak, but saw this person grab Zhao Pu and look to the side.

On the third watch, Zhao Pu was trapped tightly, kneeling in front of a general wearing armor.

"Who are you?"

"Of the Literati's." Zhao Pu didn't look up, and snorted softly.

The two soldiers behind him suddenly kicked Zhao Pu, "Hurry up and answer, our Lord Liu is asking you." (To be continued.) )