"Lord!" Zhao Yun looked up to the sky and roared, his clothes were stained with blood, I don't know if it was the masked man or his own.

Zhao Yunhu's eyes were full of tears, "Liu Biao'er, if the lord makes any mistakes, he will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces." ”

"The lord was wounded by an arrow when he fled, and he will definitely not go far, these masked people are also going towards the lord, no, you must find the lord first." Thinking of this, Zhao Yun turned over and got up, his body seemed to be full of liliang, and chased in the direction where Jia Rong disappeared.

After moving forward for more than four miles, Jia Rong felt that a trace of strength in his body was exhausted, and the bleeding of his leg for a long time made him a little dizzy, and with all his strength, he got up, cut a strand of cloth, and gently wrapped it around the wound, in order to prevent the masked man from catching up, Jia Rong changed the course of action three times.

"Jia Rong, Jia Rong, what kind of general, didn't you still fall into this step." Jia Rong laughed at himself.

Fortunately, the weapon on the body is still there, the wound is slightly treated, as long as the injury is recovered, why not go back to Chang'an, look around, find yourself into a forest, at first I don't feel anything, when the sun sets, the woods are gloomy, and the cold hairs all over the body stand up.

The injury on the leg will definitely not be treated in a short time, and the most important thing to spend the night in such a forest is to have a bonfire, so that the beasts and the like dare not approach, and when the morning finds the village, the situation may be eased, but thinking of the tragic situation in the village where he rested last night, Jia Rong has some fear of those simple villagers.

Next to the burning bonfire, I looked at the injury on my leg, I don't know how long I can last, if the wound is inflamed, I will definitely not be able to go far, in such a mountain forest, I am afraid that I can only wait for death.

This night, Jia Rong barely closed his eyes, as a general, he also knew how to cherish his life, especially the superiors, and hoped that he could survive, no matter how hard it was.

The next day, Jia Rong staggered on the path between the grass, since Liu Biao was able to attack himself three times and twice, the intelligence network must be extremely powerful, walking this kind of forest path, safety can be guaranteed, but the injury to the leg is getting more and more serious, it has been a long time since spring, the weather is gradually warming, and the wound begins to pus, which is a very serious problem in ancient times when medical treatment was backward.

On this day, Jia Rong did not encounter any village, as if this was an isolated place, not even a passing merchant on the road, at this time Jia Rong was in rags, his hair was full of dust and dirt, and the green sword was still hanging from his waist, but it gave people a funny feeling, only the occasional flash of light in his eyes could make people feel that he was extraordinary.

The injuries on his legs were getting worse and worse, and he was in a hurry with all his will, and all the weight of his body was reduced to the wooden staff in his left hand.

Not far away, a carriage came with billowing dust and smoke, and Jia Rong was overjoyed, waving the wooden stick used as a crutch in his hand.

"Stop!" There was a shout from the carriage.

"Who is he?"

"Miss, she's just a beggar." The groom replied.

"Where did you get all that nonsense." There was a disgruntled shout from the carriage.

"Who are you?" The groom looked a little haughty, and he was very proud of his identity in the face of the beggar.

After all, it is not a time of peace, and there are countless robbers on the road, according to his wishes, just drive the carriage over, why care about such a ragged beggar.

Ten cavalrymen surrounded Jia Rong in the middle, and their swords and guns were pointed at Jia Rong.

Jia Rong sorted out his thoughts and said cautiously: "Actually, I am also a businessman, I didn't want to meet robbers on the road and be taken to the thieves' den, but fortunately I escaped smartly." ”

The groom's expression relaxed slightly, out of pity for the poor man, "Miss, this man said that he was a businessman, and he met robbers on the way. ”

The person who was called Miss by the groom gently opened the car curtain, revealing a face that was overwhelming, glanced at Jia Rong, and was about to close the car curtain, when his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Give him a horse." The young lady said to the family who followed behind her.

"Don't break Lao Tzu's horse, or you'll die!" A family member said to Jia Rong viciously, his face full of regret.

Jia Rong said yes again and again, turned over and got on the horse, and the skillful movements made the surrounding family members couldn't help but shout hello, threw away the wooden staff in his hand, and there was a sharp pain in his leg, Jia Rong was unstable, and almost fell off the horse, and for two consecutive days, the arrow wound had begun to bleed pus.

"What's wrong with you?" A family member said with concern.

"It's okay, I got a little hurt in the thief's den." Jia Rong waved his hand.

"I used to be in the horse business and learned to ride horses." The war horse under him did not have stirrups, which made Jia Rong feel a little uncomfortable.

The family nodded.

Xiangyang County, a very poorly furnished inn.

"Jia Rong fled." After looking around left and right, a middle-aged man dressed in linen said quietly.

"Huh? But are you still at the boundary of Jingzhou? The cup in his hand was held tightly, showing the tension in his heart.

"He received a sword wound in the leg, it is impossible to leave in a short time, Xiangyang City seems to be calm, but in fact, there is an undercurrent, and the strength of the Xiliang Army also knows that this will be estimated to be crazy, Jia Rong was assassinated at the boundary of Jingzhou."

"Hmph, Jia Rong disregards the dignity of the royal family and the family for himself, he should be killed, as long as he can kill Jia Rong, the reward will be a thousand gold, and the money will be paid by the Kuai family, by the way, the Cai family and the rest of the family will also keep beating, as long as Jia Rong is dead, this world will not be the lord sooner or later."

"Now that the saint is in Chang'an, I don't know what the lord has planned?"

The white-faced Confucian smiled and made a head-killing pose, and Mai nodded with a gloomy face.

Jia Rong is a dragon crossing the river, when he encounters the head snake in Jingzhou, the end is only death, and the family that has been entrenched in Jingzhou for many years will not be afraid of the general who is far away in Chang'an.

"What is the attitude of the Ma family?"

The middle-aged man was silent.

"The little Pony family dares to run rampant in Jingzhou, wait for Jia Rong to die in the future, see what they say, and when the head of the Ma family comes to beg me, hum."

Mai middle-aged Nono said yes.

"What did Yuan Shu say?" The white-faced Confucian asked.

"Yuan Shu said that he also helped him defeat Yuan Shao afterwards, and he was crowned king."

"You can do this matter, and there can be no mistakes."

"No!" Mai was middle-aged and asked: "Lord, Yuan Shu is greedy and excessive, and he doesn't have much talent. ”

"Don't you know that the reputation of the fourth and third princes is the yearning of countless scholars."

The middle-aged man understood, bowed down and left.

The bumpy war horse didn't move forward for long, and Jia Rong couldn't hold on.

A family member pointed at Jia Rong and exclaimed, "Oh no, this person is bleeding." ”

Jia Rong smiled, "It's not in the way, the robbers did it, just take a rest." ”

Ma Fu glanced at Jia Rong with admiration, he couldn't talk and laugh freely while being injured like this.

"Miss, that person is injured, do you want to take a rest?" Unconsciously, the groom's tone was a little inclined to Jia Rong.

Jia Rong shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just a little injury, you go first, and I'll arrive later." With such a strange convoy, Jia Rong doesn't have much sense of security, who knows if the owner of the car is from Xiangyang, and it will be a big loss to be recognized by the soldiers in the city.

"Let him come to the carriage." Miss's words made every family member feel like a lightning strike, and he was in the same carriage with Miss, which had never been heard of, and many family members looked at Jia Rong with a trace of jealousy.

"Miss, this person is dirty all over his body, for fear of discomfort." The maid glanced out of the car.

"It doesn't matter."

In the carriage, Jia Rong kept his head down, not because he was under the eaves, but because he was afraid that people would recognize him, pus flowed from his legs, filling the narrow car, and the maids kept fanning the air.

Jia Rong also admired the young lady in the carriage, who was able to endure herself covered in mud and pus in her legs.

"Young Master Rong, how do you feel?" The young lady looked at Jia Rong with a smile and said.

Jia Rong was shocked in his heart, knowing that his identity had been recognized, his lowered head was suddenly raised, and the Qingyu Sword in his right hand was pulled out of the sheath with a "clang", and with an arrow step, he put the Qingyu Sword on the neck of the young lady and held it in his arms.

The maid screamed in fright at the change in front and back, and sat down in the slowly moving carriage.

"Miss, what's wrong?" The sound of a groom was heard outside the car.

Jia Rong gestured to Miss with his eyes and shook his head, the Qingyu Sword was tightly pressed against her neck, the Qingyu Sword was sharp, and a trace of blood appeared on the white neck.

"No, it's okay, keep going."

Although the groom felt that something was wrong, he did not dare to step into the carriage.

Jia Rong snorted angrily at the maid, and when he saw that she was honestly staying in the corner of the carriage, he nodded.

From stepping into the carriage to taking the young lady as a hostage, between the swords and flints, he is like a fierce beast, and if he is not careful, he can only be buried one way.

"This hero, please let my young lady go." The maid's body trembled slightly, and she said to herself.

Jia Rong chuckled and said, "Let go of your young lady, I'm afraid that the next moment it will be me to intercede and let her let me go, say, who are you?" ”

He glanced down at the young lady in his arms, and found that he was not as afraid as he imagined, but looked at himself with careful eyes.

"You are?" Suddenly, I felt that the person in my arms was a little familiar, and I couldn't help asking.

The young lady's eyes glanced at Jia Rong, and she wanted to move her body, but the sword on her neck ruthlessly cut through the skin, soaking out a trace of blood, and two tears flowed down with the blood.

A flustered state of mind for no apparent reason.

"Young Master Rong, it's me, the rich son of Xiangyang City."

Jia Rong looked down, except for the clothes on his body, he was really the rich son of Xiangyang City who repeatedly embarrassed him.

"You, you" The young lady in her arms suddenly became an acquaintance.

"You, you two," said the maid, touching her face with her hand, her face slightly red.

The posture of the two was really a little ambiguous, at that time, in order to survive, Jia Rong didn't think about so many things about men and women, but now things are calm, and then thinking of the jade man in his arms, his mind is a little confused, and the charming posture makes Jia Rong's heart warm.