Due to Zheng Hangsu's superb swordsmanship, those soldiers were not her opponents, and it didn't take long for her to be seriously injured and flee on horseback.

Some fled west, others east.

Zhou Jing approached Zheng Hangsu and saw that his arm had been bleeding, and his heart ached, and said, "Brother Zheng, you saved me again." ”

Zheng Hangsu said: "No, they didn't mean to target you alone, but the two of us. ”

"Against the two of us?" As she spoke, she tore a strip of her clothes and tied them around his arm.

"Today's events have made some people feel a certain threat."

Zhou Jing asked while wrapping the strip of cloth, "It hurts?" ”

"It doesn't hurt."

Zhou Jing knew that he just didn't want to worry about himself, how could such a big wound not hurt?

Neither of them spoke.

Her brow furrowed, and she thought about the scene as she wrapped the strip of cloth around it.

It doesn't feel good to be betrayed by your own people.

She knew that after the newcomer who only supported Zheng Hangsu came today, there would definitely be people who were dissatisfied.

For example, Qi Lian, he has reasons for dissatisfaction. She knew what he was planning, and he always hoped that the world would be his.

That's why he chased after him.

There are others, who may also have their own calculations.

But after these people who support Zheng Hangsu come, they will make their calculations fail.

Because if the world is Zheng Hangsu in the future, then the high-ranking officials will definitely have nothing to do with them.

Zheng Hangsu would cultivate his own cronies among his own supporters.

They must know that, too.

The human heart is so realistic. At first, they probably really wanted to avenge their father's death, but the revenge turned sour.

Everyone has their own little abacus, thinking about the power and status they can get when they succeed one day.

Now, some of them had the audacity to send someone to assassinate her.

But, who is it?

Thinking of this, she said, "Do you think it could be done by Qi Lian?" ”

"It's hard to say." He covered the wound on his arm with one hand, "This place is not suitable for long. We're going to have to find a way back first. ”

Zhou Jing also knew that they would definitely not be able to go back along this road now, because they would bring back the news that the assassination was not successful, and when the time came, they would send more people to assassinate them again on the way, so that they and Zheng Hangsu would be in danger.

If you want to get back to the barracks, you need to find a way to take a detour back.

When they returned to the barracks, they and Zheng Hangsu could be safe, because they would definitely not dare to come openly.

However, the most important thing at the moment is his injury.

She looked up and saw that his horse was on the side, and said, "Let's find a doctor to bandage your wounds first." ”

As she spoke, she walked over to the horses.

After she got on the horse, he got on the horse too.

Unable to return to the barracks along the way they came, they had to go east, which led to the town they had just gone.

And because of the soldiers I had just met in the second town to the east. So they turned north at the junction of the first town.

They had only been riding for a mile when they saw soldiers in their uniforms riding south. It is against them in the direction.

Zhou Jing said: "Hurry up, they still have someone coming!" ”

Thinking about it, someone must have sent more than a dozen people to find them just now, but they divided them into batches to make it easier to find.

Now it must be another batch, maybe a third, fourth, or more batch in other places.

He also saw the soldiers, and immediately turned his horse's head and rode south again.

When they arrived at the intersection of the town just now, Zheng Hangsu headed his horse east.

The assassins had met them in a town to the east, and it seemed safer for now.

They probably won't send two groups in the same direction.

Zhou Jing only now thought that the reason why some of the dozen or so people just now went west and some went east must have been to tell the other soldiers the news of their assassination failure.

Riding all the way down the mountain to Tingsong Town, when she arrived at Tingsong Town, she said, "Where are we going?" ”

"All the way east."

"Okay."

He rode fast eastward, and after thirty miles he drove his horses south again.

After a few dozen miles to the south, he continued to ride east.

None of them had ever been to this area, so they walked when they encountered the road, and most of them took the small road, until they came to a mountain, and suddenly they were blocked by a big mountain.

Looking at the path blocked by the mountain peaks, she said, "What should I do?" ”

He replied, "Find a place to hide in the mountains." ”

"But what about your wounds?"

"I'll just wash and bandage it with mountain spring water."

"But is that okay?"

"That's all."

She understood what he meant. As long as you find a doctor, you must take a greater risk.

Now only the doctor in the town, because he was injured, and the pharmacies in the town must be the place where those people are looking for.

"What about the horses, what to do?" She asked.

If someone hears the sound of horses, they will still follow the sound to find the two of them.

"Let it go on its own. It'll go back to the barracks. ”

"Okay." She said.

He dismounted first, and then she dismounted.

"I'll carry you on my back." He said.

"I can walk on my own." She said. He was wounded, and if he carried her, he had to exert himself on his arm, which was not good for his wounds.

The slopes of this mountain are not very steep, and she has no problem walking on her own.

"Carrying you is for your footprints not to show up." He said.

He finished speaking, and she looked up the hill.

There is also a thick layer of snow on the mountain. If you go up the mountain like this, the footprints will be very noticeable.

If it is the footprints of a man and a woman, it is too easy to expose their movements.

"Okay, then don't push too your right arm." She said.

"It doesn't matter." He said.

After being picked up by him, she was very worried about his arm and asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't matter." He replied with the same words as before.

After walking dozens of kilometers away, he came to a corner of the mountain, and he said, "You sit here first." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Collect firewood."

"Collecting firewood?" She looked up at him, and then instantly understood, "You mean to make some marks in the snow to make people think that the footprints on this mountain belong to a farmer who is collecting firewood?" ”

"Yes." He said.

There were many trees on the hill with very low branches that he could reach.

After picking up a small crush of branches around the area, he threw them aside, and then, with the branch in his hand, walked down the hill, occasionally throwing a short branch along the way.

Because short branches are more like they accidentally fell out of a bundle of branches.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he turned back, and this time he walked up the hill with the footprints of his own previous climb, so that in the eyes of others, the footprints on the mountain were only one person back and forth.

So he went up to the place where she was sitting around the corner, and carried her again.

She went around the corner, then went on again, and then turned another corner, and she saw a cave on the west side of the mountain road, and said, "Go there." ”

He carried her into the cave.

"Perhaps, this is the safest place right now." She said.

If the soldiers looking for them came, they would be blocked from going any further, and they would think that only firewood collectors had come here when they saw the traces of what he had done.