A group of masked men with sabers at their waists streamed in from outside, and the heavenly light shone down behind them, lining the corners of their brows, cold as the moon and as cold as frost.

Jiang Huan shrank in the corner, looked up a little shrunken, and looked at them quietly.

The masked man at the head looked around with a cold gaze like a knife, waved his hand at the people behind him, and then reached out and pressed it on the hilt of the knife he was wearing at his waist.

I don't know what is inlaid in the middle of the hilt, but it is refracted in the sunlight with a bit of bitter coldness.

The men behind him stepped forward and lifted them all out to stand.

The sun is scorching, scorching down.

As soon as Jiang Huan stretched out her hand, she felt the hot sweat on her forehead, which was stained all over her hands, sticky in her palms, and very uncomfortable.

The man stood under the corner of the eaves, blocking the sunlight, it was cool, he was talking there, Jiang Huan listened to it, and only felt that he was standing and talking without backache.

Mo Suo looked left and right for a while, and then decided to reach out to her back, probably thinking that there is a difference between men and women, and he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but seeing her exposed skin being tanned, he couldn't bear it.

Such a young girl should be the most frivolous age.

"Can you still hold on?" Mo Suoli leaned over her and whispered.

Jiang Huan adjusted the position where the veil was hanging: "It's okay." ”

"Or?" Mo Suoli pondered, "Don't you bring this thing, right?" Anyway, no one here will pay attention to what your face looks like? They won't discriminate against you because you're ugly, and they won't show mercy to your subordinates because you're good-looking. ”

Jiang Huan smiled: "You don't understand." ”

"Don't understand what?" Mo Suoli touched his chin, "It's really cumbersome for you to carry this thing!" And no one here will appreciate your face? Not to mention...... It's not pretty. ”

Jiang Huan felt that she probably couldn't make sense with Mo Suo, so she could only say vaguely: "Am I not human?" ”

Mo Suoli was even more stunned: "Are you human?" But does this have anything to do with you being human? ”

After the masked man had finished talking, all of them were taken into a carriage, which had no seats, probably specially designed to escort people like them, about fifty or sixty people huddled together in a small place, and the smell that spread from it was also varied, but it was very pungent.

Jiang Huan covered her mouth and nose, turned around and grabbed Mo Suoli's clothes tightly, holding back the earth-shaking nausea in her stomach, and directly put her face on Mo Suoli's clothes without caring about the defense of men and women.

Everyone is a man, but Mo Suo is different from that person, he actually smoked incense on his clothes with Ji Yixian's turtle hair. Very light fragrance, very good, if you don't get close, you really can't smell it.

Jiang Huan didn't care, but Mo Suoli almost didn't jump up, he stammered and stuck his body against the wall of the car: "What's that...... Men and women don't kiss each other. ”

Jiang Huan tugged at his sleeve and didn't let him avoid it: "Didn't you still ask me to marry you in the courtyard of the study that day?" How? Just talk about it and don't practice? ”

"I ...... I'm just ......," Mo Suo said after a long time, "I'm just kidding you." ”

Jiang Huan chuckled, of course she knew that Mo Suo was just unintentional on that day, looking at him like that, Jiang Huan felt that maybe he didn't go to the flower building as many times as himself.

She thought about it, and suddenly she felt as if a hot body was coming up behind her, with a foul stench. She couldn't help but lean back into Mo Suoli's arms.

Feeling Jiang Huan's movements, Mo Suoli naturally didn't pretend to be sentimental, thinking that this was Jiang Huan recommending himself to the pillow, after all, compared to his face, it was obvious that Ji Yixian had a lot of advantages.

Yes, he looked up and saw a man wearing clothes that had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and he was sticking them to Jiang Huan's body.

Mo Suoli frowned in disgust, hugged Jiang Huan's waist, turned around forcefully, reversed Jiang Huan's position with him, pressed her against the wall of the car, and isolated her from the world.

Jiang Huan squinted and smiled at him gratefully.

Mo Suoli raised his eyebrows, they are now life and death together, this little thing is not a big deal for him: "Do you want to rest for a while, I'm afraid there is still a short distance before we reach that place." ”

"No, where can you sleep in such a swaying carriage." Jiang Huan shook her head, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes were curled up with her movements.

Mo Suoli looked at the already faded scars between her eyebrows, and suddenly felt that if it weren't for these hideous scars on her face, it must be a beauty billet.

"Who are you?"

"I said, I don't remember, do you believe it?" Jiang Huan still squinted and smiled, like a cunning fox.

Mo Suo thought for a moment, but finally shook his head.

Ji Yixian took the small note handed by Han Yong with a solemn expression.

The note was only about two fingers wide of him, and there were two rows of small characters on it, roughly saying that Jiang Huan was taken away by King Guangling and is no longer in prison.

But as for where it was brought, I didn't find out.

After reading it in silence, he casually placed the note on a candlestick and lit it, and burned it to ashes.

"How?" Han Yong took a sip of tea, and the fragrance of tea lingered on the tip of his tongue, making people feel fragrant.

Ji Yixian was in a trance for a moment, and then gradually recovered, outside the bamboo curtain, the sky was already a little gray, and the night fell, but he didn't see half of the stars.

"Jiang Huan's roots are good." Ji Yixian said, "It must be my father who has a little love for talent. ”

"I think so too, as long as Jiang Huan is not dead, everything is easy to say." Han Yong nodded in agreement, "Besides, that girl is like something, as long as there is half a chance to live, she will hold it firmly in her hands, and there will be no relaxation." ”

"Don't worry, as long as she lives, even if she climbs, she will crawl back." Han Yong wasn't so worried, and was still making tea leisurely.

Ji Yixian shook his head: "Actually, it's not this that I'm worried about. ”

Han Yong gave him a strange look: "Then what are you worried about?" ”

"Sometimes I feel that Jiang Huan is better than dead, it's better to be clean and clean than to be terrified here now." Ji Yixian said lightly.

Hearing this, Han Yong sneered: "Then what were you anxious about before?" Or are you afraid that the girl will come back to settle accounts with you? ”

Ji Yixian's tone was a little dull, but he still opened his mouth: "I guess you have forgotten." ”

Han Yong said angrily: "Can you speak human words?" I'm not Fu San's thing, I can understand what kind of dumb riddle you're playing. ”

"Jiang Huan-" Ji Yixian groaned, "she is from Great Qin." ”

Han Yong was choked suddenly, although he was not as good as Ji Yixian and Fu San, he also understood what Ji Yixian meant by this?

If Jiang Huan is really allowed to come back alive, when she someday keeps a diary of the past, will she kick them away with one kick, and then slap her ass lightly, and go back to Daqin to make a contribution?

Although women are not allowed to participate in politics, judging from Jiang Huan's usual etiquette rules, she doesn't look like a person who can be raised by ordinary people.

Han Yong's expression was a little solemn and pondered for a while, and then he whispered: "Or ......"

The lights and shadows were brilliant, and Han Yong made a slow movement against his neck.

Ji Yi looked at it with envy, his eyebrows indifferent.

The stars are dim, and there is no moon to look at in the sky.

Jiang Huan casually found a stout tree to rest on, and Mo Suoli resigned himself to the fire on the side to prepare to roast some game, which was regarded as a reward for the stomachs of the two of them.

"What do you think King Guangling is thinking?" After roasting for a while, Mo Suoli only felt that his ears were quiet, and he was a little unaccustomed to opening his mouth first.

Now as far as the eye can see, there are endless mountains, and there are wild beasts in the forest that are eyeing them again, which has to make the two of them want to hear in all directions.

Jiang Huan's breath was unsteady and her eyes were half open, and she looked at Mo Suoli, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the fire: "You just piggybacked on it casually." ”

"Huh? What do you mean? Mo Suoli blinked, looking at her very curiously.

"Then tell me first, what kind of deal did you make with King Guangling? I'll tell you what he's trying to do now. Jiang Huan was afraid of the heat, but the forest was a little cool at night, and she couldn't help but move her body closer to the fire a little bit.

Mo Suoli was silent for a while before he said: "Actually, this is not something that cannot be said, but now that I think about it, it seems like a lifetime has passed, so long." ”

"I worked for him, and he avenged me." Mo Suoli summed it up, and said it very easily, it felt like he was talking to Jiang Huan about what they wanted to eat first in a while.

Jiang Huan repeated this sentence in her heart: "You want to join the army? ”

"Well, that's what he said at the beginning, but I don't know why, but he brought me to such a place?" Mo Suoli felt very strange and touched his chin, "And there should be no women in the barracks." ”

As he spoke, Mo Suoli looked at Jiang Huan from head to foot curiously, and his eyes were almost not asking, aren't you a woman?

"Fool." Jiang Huan sneered, casually broke a branch of the tree, and drew on the ground, "This is the secret guard of the palace chosen by King Guangling again." ”

"Otherwise, why would you deport us here to kill each other?" After speaking, Jiang Huan glanced at Mo Suoli with a smile, "As for you, it's just that King Guangling used it to practice, if you get out alive, probably at least the guards around the prince will start." ”

Mo Suoli nodded as if he didn't understand: "Why do you know so much?" ”

Jiang Huan pursed the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Why don't you guess?" ”

After thinking for a while, Mo Suoli still chose to lower his head and continue to roast the game on the shelf: "How many people went out alive this time?" ”

"I don't know." Jiang Huan said, "In fact, the palace is not so strict in selecting secret guards, as long as you can stay here for half a month, even if you are alive, you can go out, but it is inevitable that some people are not right-hearted and always want to go the wrong way." ”

"Crooked?" Mo Suoli continued to ask curiously, "For example?" ”

"Kill you."

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