Section XVIII

The picture is poor!

Wu Ming was shocked. This is his real purpose, it seems that today's game of chess is not only difficult to play, but the wine is not very good. This old guy came alone, not only as a hostage, but also with confidence. It's no wonder that, according to common sense, any martial artist will be willing to be happy in the face of such conditions. The relationship between himself and Esther can only be regarded as ambiguous. Although she had blocked an arrow for herself, every time she thought of the scene of Xuanyuan's ashes scattered, her heart was like a thorn, which was extremely uncomfortable, let alone close. Take 10,000 steps back, the two belong to different countries, and if she and Esther really want to be together, it is still related to many aspects of the two countries, so it is so easy.

It seems that this Wu Gong really spoils his son. For the sake of his perfect marriage, he did whatever it taked. But Esther was a person, a living person. How can it be transferred around like a cargo, this is the most unacceptable.

Seeing that Wu Ming was still pondering, Wu Gong's face gradually became unbearable. He didn't say more, grabbed the car and said: "The car is eight and two." The flat car gave way to the horse's hooves and blocked Wu Ming's left side at the same time. This murderous look was full of murder, and the words in his mouth were equally murderous: "Why, Lord Wu doesn't agree?" ”

What to do now, do you just refuse? Wu Ming's face did not move, but his mind was spinning rapidly. Although Wu Gong is for the sake of the overall situation, it is unlikely that he will immediately turn his face and attack the Southern Han. But he was cut face, and with this old guy's spoiling of his son, God knows what madness he will be. Thinking of this, Wu Ming felt that his head was as big as a fight.

For a while, my heart was in turmoil, I couldn't think about it anymore, and the chess pieces that had been pinched in my hand couldn't stand it anymore, so I pushed it up: "One soldier enters one." ”

This is idle chess, and second-rate chess players often use this method to bluff their opponents when playing against each other. In order to make the other party busy and make mistakes. Although Wu Gong would not be intimidated by the light, he was still attracted by his hand. After thinking about it, he was still a little inexplicable: "Lord Wu, this is an idle move, and now that you have just entered the middle game stage from the beginning, you are likely to fall into passivity." ”

He was so surprised that he seemed to have forgotten what he had just talked about with Wu Ming.

Wu Ming smiled bitterly in his heart, this is really a mistake in the busy, now it seems that it is really a leisurely move, the back hand is the back hand, if you can further fight, maybe you can keep this soldier, it may be of great use in the endgame.

He smiled bitterly again, this can be regarded as a self-consolation~ comfort.

That's all I can think about.

※※※Yang Yi raised the umbrella a little, and then gently pinched the long sword in his hand.

This is Gangnam.

The rain in winter was drenched and not raining much. Twilight and drizzle, the distant Fangmin City is also a little blurred.

It's getting dark.

Whether it is a businessman, a farmer, or a miscellaneous person, they are all hurrying towards the city. Because in a short time, the gates will have to be closed. He couldn't help but stop. Although the twilight was dim, the land of miles was still clearly discernible to him. Two soldiers at the gate of the city were chatting with their spears, oblivious to passers-by.

There was a gust of wind, and the rain was blown in from under the umbrella, and the hem of the clothes was already wet, and it was extremely uncomfortable. He laughed, it seems that the adult guessed correctly, even if the prime minister may think that someone will come back to rescue Mrs. Tian, it is impossible to take precautions with great fanfare.

Because, this is a dark chess, and it will not see the light. It's the same as when an adult sends himself to save someone.

However, it is still not to be taken lightly, whether or not you can pick up Mrs. Tian depends on tonight. He looked at the city in the distance, pulled up the piece of his garment, which was a little wrinkled from the wet, and then walked towards the city with his umbrella.

The two soldiers guarding the gate clearly didn't care much about the uninvited guest. Still chatting freely, one of them said, "Ouch, when do you think this battle will end?" Alas! ”

The interface on the left said: "Come on, haven't you heard that Lord Wu, the general of Zhendong, has already hit the Qingting grassland?" ”

The other said lazily: "Hope, it's always worrying to call back and forth like this, and yesterday I heard bad news from the old Jin family, saying that his eldest son had died in the southern version." ”

The soldier on the left was surprised: "Killed?" No way. Isn't the southern version already recovered, and I heard that not many people died. ”

"How many people didn't die?" His partner sneered: "That's what the court said to us." Even if there aren't many people dead, there are always people who don't. No matter how many people die, it's us shrimp who die. It has nothing to do with the generals. ”

The man on the left was not convinced, and he said to himself: "Not necessarily, didn't I see that the battle report said that the guards battalion had sacrificed a team?" Tsk, that's a warrior battalion, these high-ranking warriors are usually hard to see, but I didn't expect to die. ”

The one on the right sighed: "Guards battalion?" You mean Lord Tian, pity her wife, I looked at the intersection every day some time ago, why haven't I seen it recently, I guess I'm going to give birth, and I'm going to suffer. ”

"Lao Ying, you be quiet, don't say it, beware of others hearing it."

……

Yang Yi's footsteps paused, and then accelerated towards the city. As it got dark, he turned into an alley, and the road was muddy and difficult to walk. But it's always good to be careful. As he walked, he checked his weapons and prepared everything he needed before he walked through the streets and alleys towards the west of the city in the shadows.

Fang Min had never been here before, but before Wu Ming left, he specially asked someone for a map. He had an amazing memory, and he didn't know how many times he had silently read the map of the city along the way. Although it was the first time to visit, with the night vision of the warrior, there was no sense of sluggishness when walking through.

After turning another corner, it should be Tian Hong's mansion, and he settled down. Then he resolutely stepped over, and there were a few bright spots in front of him, and he felt at ease, knowing that there were still people in Lord Tian's family. That means that Mrs. Tian is still there, at least nothing has happened at home. Just as he was about to speed up his pace, he suddenly stopped.

In the sound of the drizzling rain, there was a faint moan.

The rain hits the surface of the umbrella, making a subtle "rustling" sound. Yang Yi frowned, he put away his umbrella, stood still in the rain, and tried to listen. He has been poor since he was a child, he has always been hardworking and self-reliant, and he has developed a character of competing for the first place, whether in the academy or in the army, everyone mentions him and gives him a thumbs up. But not many people know that he has paid several times more sweat for this. These five senses are also one of the assessment ranges of martial artists, and he is naturally not weaker than others, but he has enough ear power, but he only hears the sound of rain.

Did you hear it wrong?

Tian Hong's mansion is not large. It is said to be a mansion, but it is actually a small courtyard. This kind of yard is big enough for an ordinary house. But for Yang Yi, who is accustomed to seeing the Gaomen Mansion in Nanning, the small courtyard surrounded by these houses is really not worth mentioning.

The sound should have come from the house, Yang Yi looked at the house, and couldn't help but pause.

Lord Tian died, and now there should be a Mrs. Tian in the house. In this dark day, it stands to reason that he should report his name and visit openly. But although the voice just now was relatively small, it shouldn't have been a mistake, so it's better to be careful. But what if you misheard?

Although his heart was spinning like a windmill, it was actually only for a moment, Yang Yi gritted his teeth and quietly touched forward.

Before leaving, the lord instructed that safety should be the top priority, and the first thing to bring back Mrs. Tian was. Let's put aside the crooked reasoning of those old masters for now.

It was quiet, quieter and quieter, and despite the sound of the rain, he had the feeling that he was walking in a bottomless valley. There was a dead silence around, and the weather was cold and dark, and many people lay down early. Even if these nearby citizens heard that Lord Tian had passed away, few people were willing to take care of this widow. He laughed bitterly in his heart, jumped slightly, and jumped into the yard like a tanuki.

The yard is not big, it may not have been swept for a while, and although the rain is not heavy, it is still full of mud. But it's no wonder that Lord Tian passed away, and Mrs. Tian was pregnant with a child, it was so easy. The light came from a house in the middle of the courtyard. There was nothing else out of the ordinary, he was not without self-deprecation.

It seems that I really misheard it just now.

He straightened his clothes, and was about to shout at the door when he suddenly felt a pang.

The night rain was like a cloud, and the air was as cold as a knife. In the clear night breeze, the moaning sound was clear to the ears.

This time he listened to it so well that he couldn't be wrong. He frowned, looking at the flickering lights in the courtyard, and a chill rose in his heart.

Something must have happened, otherwise, how could it be so weird?

He put the iron sword in his hand in his right hand, and then slowly drew it. Although this sword is not as sharp as Chixiao, it is also a fine iron long sword specially made by the Guards Battalion. Although Wu Ming's learning is miscellaneous, due to the relationship between Chixiao, he uses swordsmanship more correctly. He has always regarded Wu Ming as an idol, and naturally imitates it everywhere, and his understanding of kendo is much deeper than that of other weapons. With a sword in his hand, his courage has also grown a lot, and he feels that there are thousands of troops and horses, and it is no problem.

"Gaozu, I hope something won't happen to Mrs. Tian." He usually doesn't have much faith, and the founding emperor is his ultimate goal. Naturally, I came easily, and I temporarily took it to pray.

With a silent thought in his heart, he bent his waist and touched the door. His right hand clenched the hilt of his sword, and his left hand cautiously pushed towards the wooden door.

As soon as he pushed his hand on the wooden door, the door opened with a "bang". He was shocked that this door turned out to be a cover-up.

There was a light like a bean in the room, Xiaobi was lying at the head of the bed, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead and cheeks, and she stroked her high belly. was moaning in pain, and when she saw Yang Yi coming in, she was shocked, and her eyes were confused and she shouted, "Ah Hong, are you back?" ”

Although Xiaobi and Yang Yi do not have much intersection, Xiaobi is Tian Hong's family member, and the two have met a few times when they were in Nanning. It's just that when he saw it at this time, Yang Yi was taken aback. Xiaobi's hair is unkempt, her eyes are pale, her lips are chapped, and she used to be tricky and charming, and you can still see half of it there. And under her, there was a pool of bright red blood.

Yang Yi had a "boom" in his head, and he couldn't speak.

Mrs. Tian is going to give birth? How good is that?

(Do you think Yang Yi's entry into the city is a bit wordy, no.) This kid doesn't have many opportunities to meet everyone alone. I've got to portray his personality well. Look, his personality is different from Jian Feiyang, Wu Ming, and Ge Yi, and those are the same. Ha ha. ）