Outside the Qingzhou Mansion, the sky-shaking drum resting in front of the door has not been touched by anyone all year round, and it has been covered with a thin layer of dust. At this time, the dust was billowing and the drum surface shook violently.

In front of the Heaven-Shaking Drum, a young man with a tired face but attentive eyes waved his hands and struck the drum slowly but forcefully. The drum of "knock, knock, knock" sounded, attracting a large number of people, and more people gathered in front of the Qingzhou prefect.

Suddenly, a group of officials rushed out of the palace gate, and these young people were brought into the prefect's yamen.

"Alas, these babies are young after all, and they don't know how thick the sky is."

"Who says no, there is no silver, what's the use of just beating this drum, these babies are dressed in tatters, and they don't look like some rich lords."

"There is a lot of luck and little luck, it seems that I am going to eat in prison."

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In the midst of the people's discussions, these young people walked out of the prefect's door again, and what was even more strange was that several people were well-dressed, so it was difficult for the Qingzhou prefect to provide them with clothes.

Ignoring the people, the men quickly jumped into a carriage as if there was something urgent.

These people are none other than Yue Fei and others who escaped from Zhujiazhuang.

There was silence in the carriage, but everyone frowned, their eyes full of worry. Finally, a young man sitting at the bottom of the seat broke the silence, "Princess, I don't know if this Murong Prefect is reliable?" ”

"I don't know." Li Rou, who was dressed as a man, had already resumed her women's clothes, her willow eyebrows were frowning, as if she was sick Xizi, "Now we can only be dead horses as live horse doctors, and the people of the Great Song Dynasty in Zhujiazhuang can't die in vain, and that shameless ...... Wudutong was also captured by the Jin people, and we can't see death without help. ”

Yue Fei's tiger eyes were also full of helplessness, "If it weren't for General Zong saying that there was something going on in the court, otherwise I would definitely go to save the good man who fought the tiger, and kill the Jin soldiers cleanly, so as to comfort my soul of the Great Song Dynasty." ”

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was very oppressive.

In Qingzhou Mansion, Murong Yanda paced into the study, and he stared at a page on the desk, which was a troop transfer order. His rough fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, his gray beard twitching slightly, and he hesitated something.

Suddenly, the sound of fingers tapping on the table suddenly stopped, and he seemed to have made a decision. He gently came to the desk, slowly picked up the transfer order on the table, glanced at the words on it, sneered, and put the paper on the candle flame, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and his eyes danced.

Murong Yanda threw away the troop transfer order in his hand, turned around and left the study.

He has been an official for many years, how can he not know the reason of being an official, and he does not seek merit, but seeks no fault. When Cai Jing, Gao Yu and others in the court were whitewashing a peaceful and prosperous era, he offended the Jin people for a small Zhujiazhuang, which made Long Yan angry, don't say that he doesn't have the courage, even if he has, he won't do it, because it's not worth it.

As for the princess, there are sixty or seventy people canonized on the bright side of the saint today, and it is still a question whether he can remember it himself, and he Murong Yan is a dignified prefect, so what is he afraid of. It was with these in mind that he dared to burn the transfer order he had made in front of the princess.

People go, the house is empty, the flames are finally burned out, and the smoke of the ashes sighs the sorrow of a dynasty.

Qingzhou, a poor mountain and bad water, a burly and powerful, noble man stood with his hands tied, standing there, with some anxiety in his eyes, as if waiting for something.

This person is none other than Fang Jie, who escaped from Zhujiazhuang, and the great monk Deng Yuanjue is standing next to him, but there is another person who escaped together, Pang Wanchun.

After a while, a person came out of the forest, it was Pang Wanchun, as soon as he appeared, Fang Jie stepped forward and asked anxiously, "How is it, is it done?" ”

Pang Wanchun didn't dare to forget the courtesy, and bowed his hand and said, "Don't worry, Gongzi, they are friends of life and death with my old Pang, and they have always admired heroes, and they have agreed." ”

"Yes, now you can rest assured, let's go back to Jiangnan quickly, the lord is urging very tightly." Deng Yuanjue, who was on the side, took the opportunity to persuade.

Fang Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, then let's go, go and turn Jiangnan upside down, and play the prestige of our Layi Army." ”

"Okay." Pang Wanchun and Deng Yuanjue suddenly felt full of arrogance and hurriedly went to the woods to lead the horses.

Fang Jie looked in the direction of Zhujiazhuang, he sighed secretly in his heart, "Brother Wu, I can only help you to this point, I hope we can meet again in the future, you are the first opponent in my life, we still have a martial arts competition, I will wait for you forever." ”

"Driving", three fast horses, three horses.

Wu Song felt that his body was fluttering, he actually flew into the sky, and suddenly, he was attracted by the sound of swords and shouts under him, like swimming, he slowly paddled down.

As far as the eye could see, there was a group of soldiers slaughtering something, but everyone was very blurry, Wu Song couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could hear the voice, he heard the moaning of the old man, the screaming of the woman, and the crying of the child......

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, "Xianggong save me, Xianggong save me." ”

"It's Mei'er, don't be afraid, Xianggong will come to save you immediately." Although Wu Song couldn't see everyone's face clearly, he could use his ears to identify a person's position, and he swam towards the source of the sound, but the sound was always in a position next to his ears, no matter how hard Wu Song tried, he couldn't get close to the woman he loved.

Liu Mei'er's voice stopped abruptly, and then the whole world fell silent, and Mei'er left herself.

"No, Mei'er." Wu Song screamed, opened his eyes, and where he entered the eyes, there was white linen cloth and thin bamboo chips, Wu Song wiped the sweat from his forehead, he had a nightmare.

Thinking day and night, among the people in Zhujiazhuang, what he is most worried about is Liu Meier, who does not know martial arts, if she suffers any harm, Wu Song will not be able to forgive himself.

When Wu Song was still immersed in the dream just now, a weak but generous voice came into Wu Song's ears, "You were calling a woman's name just now." ”

Wu Song turned his head, only to find that there was a woman beside him, with delicate facial features like a porcelain doll, a pair of innocent big eyes full of confusion at this time, dressed in white, like a little fairy in the nine heavens.

Wu Song seemed to remember where he had seen this woman, by the way, it was before he fell into a coma, he hurriedly jumped out of bed, stood up, and asked, "Did you save me, by the way, did you save my other brother." ”

The words were very eager.

Wu Song stared at the woman, perhaps a girl, waiting for her to answer. But when Wu Song saw that it was, the girl's face became redder and redder, and her head became lower and lower, as if she had seen something that made him shy.

"What's wrong?" Wu Song followed her afterglow and looked at herself, and then she understood, no wonder this girl was so shy, it turned out that she was only wearing a pair of underwear, although the underwear in the Song Dynasty was not as bold as in the 21st century, but it still showed half of her thighs.

Wu Song sat back on the quilt casually and asked the question just now.

The girl looked at Wu Song tentatively, and when she saw that nothing was wrong, she replied, "Yes, it was me and Uncle Wanyan who saved you, and your other brother, we have also rescued him, and he is fine now." ”

When the girl answered this question, her tone was not so generous at first, but with a little shyness, at this time, the blush on her face had not faded, and her fair face was a faint red, like a tempting apple, which made people want to take a bite.

When Wu Song heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, Gongsun Sheng had saved his life, and if he was allowed to die because of himself, then it would probably be guilty for a lifetime. But he suddenly asked, "Uncle Wanyan, are you Jinren?" ”

"Yes, we are the people of Dajin, my name is Yan Ping, if you want, you can call me Ping'er." The girl generously introduced her name to Wu Song, I don't know for what reason.