Volume 1 Deceive Me, Insult Me, I Can't Bear Chapter 78 Selling My Body to Bury My Father (1)

Chapter 78: Selling His Body to Bury His Father (1)

Although Yuan Cheng said that he didn't lie down or sleep because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold this breath, Mo Zi understood that it was best not to bother with it at this time, so he closed his mouth and stopped talking to him, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

She didn't speak, and Yuan Cheng was quiet. The withered hands were like bone claws, bent and stiff. If it weren't for the fact that he was snorting heavily, Mo Zi was really afraid that he would suddenly die in the car.

When he was about to reach the city gate, the carriage alarmed, and Mo Zi opened his eyes suddenly.

"Brother Mo, it's not good." Cen Er stuck his head in, "I don't know what's going on, a card was set up in front of the east gate, and I lined up to go out of the city and check them one by one." ”

Mo Zi frowned, didn't speak at the moment, bent out of the carriage, and stood on the carriage to look. Sure enough, as Cen Er said, two cards were set up at the east gate at a distance of 100 meters, and those who did not enter the city were checked, but only those who left the city.

"It seems that not only the waterway has been blocked, but also the land route has to be closed." Cen Er said, pouting at Nunu in the carriage, "It must be coming for that one." ”

"Although it was for him, it was not by land. If you want to take a detour to get out of the customs, then you should close the west gate and the south gate. The east gate is in the direction of the royal capital of Nande, the number of defenders has not increased, and there are people in their hands who have face maps, and they are put over with a rough comparison, unlike the careful investigation. "Mo Zi is subtle.

"No matter how rough the investigation is, if we go over like this, can they not look in the car? One look, isn't it all over. "As far as the current virtue in it is concerned, he is still wearing prison clothes.

Of course, Mo Zi knew that she couldn't go over like this. Disguise yourself for Yuan Cheng and mix it up? With his severed arm seriously injured and half-dead, she suspected that when she finished tossing, he would be dead if not dead. If you change people, you can also stuff more silver and mix it out. However, the weight of the first corrupt official is too heavy and heavy. For a moment, she really didn't know what to do.

"Brother Mo?" Cen Er usually has a lot of ideas, but now because of the special identity of the person in the car, the six gods have no owner.

"Cen Er, you drive the car to the East Market, let me think about it." Mo Zi got into the car again.

"They sealed the east gate?" Yuan Cheng was awake all the time, gritting his teeth and waking up.

Purple lifted the window curtain and watched the carriage rush to the market next to the city gate, "It seems that someone has spared no effort to catch her husband." ”

Yuan Cheng made a sound, like a laugh, and like a cough.

"I heard that my husband escaped this time with the help of a master, I don't know if it's true or not? Now that the city gate is sealed, if the husband can ask for help, it will not be difficult to get out. What Mo Zi thought was that there was great power in numbers.

"Although I invited people, it is difficult to tell friend or foe." Yuan Cheng really smiled this time, and said softly, "I'm afraid that they are also looking for me everywhere now, Brother Mo still don't count on them." If you are not sure to get out of the city, please send me back to Zhuyuji. ”

Mo Zi retracted her outward gaze and looked at the person in front of her, "My husband is watching the fire, I should know that Zhou Wen probably won't welcome her husband back." ”

"So what? The title deeds and shops are not in his name, and I am the real owner. Yuan Cheng replied.

"Annoyed him, he came to a traitor to seek glory, and still had a chance to get what he wanted." Mo Zi sees human nature as not good, "Husband, rest assured, I will figure out a way." Although I asked my husband to make a life and death pact, it was on the boat, and people found out that there was nowhere to escape. As for going out of the city, if I don't have the ability to do this, what kind of smuggling goods will I go? ”

"Yuan has a lot of experience in asking himself, and he knows countless people, but today he knows his humble eyes. A woman has such courage and faithfulness, which makes Yuan admire. Yuan Cheng's voice with a murmur suddenly became clear.

Mo Zi was stunned, but she was not ashamed or annoyed, but laughed, still deliberately male in a male voice, "When did my husband see through it?" She never had to hide her daughter's identity, and when asked, she generously admitted it.

What's wrong with the woman? Wu Zetian is still a female emperor. Qiu Sanniang said.

"Yesterday, when Brother Mo approached, I smelled incense. In terms of men's stature, they are too slender and delicate. Also, women do things, they are as careful as a hair, they can't think about men, and they can't think about men. "Yuan Cheng has seen through a lot of places.

"It's not that I deliberately concealed my identity, it's just that my daughter is inconvenient to walk outside, so forgive me." After Mo Zi finished speaking, he looked out the window again. "In the end, I still can't pretend to be a man."

"Brother Mo doesn't have to doubt his dress, ordinary people should not be able to detect it. Yuan's sense of smell has been more sensitive than ordinary people since he was a child. Let's say that to be the prime minister, there are really a lot of women I have seen. When the current queen mother is still the queen, she often dresses up as a man and goes out of the palace, and Yuan still has a role. For the first time, there was nostalgia in Yuan Cheng's tone, although it was fleeting.

This Yuan Cheng, the relationship between women seems to be quite complicated. But that's right, Prime Minister, it's not unusual for the family to have a group of wives and concubines.

"It's okay, I don't mind if others know I'm a woman—" Mo Zi's tone suddenly lengthened, as the scene that greeted her gave her a way out of the city. "Husband, stay a minute, I'll come when I go."

Shouting Cen Er to stop the carriage, she bent out neatly.

"Yuan Cheng, Yuan Cheng, enjoy the glitz and luxury, and in the end end I ended up relying on a strange woman to save me, it's really ridiculous-" Yuan Cheng said this, suddenly lowered his head, laughed half a way, and sighed for a long time.

Mo Zi didn't hear Yuan Cheng's self-deprecating words, she lifted half of her green shirt, jumped out of the carriage, and walked quickly towards the secluded corner of the market.

There, kneeling was a man in rags, with a long green sword in front of him, and a bamboo mat behind him, floating in the form of a human figure. He wore his hair loose, a straw in his hair, and hung his head. On a wooden board on the ground, Long Feifeng Wu wrote a few words - sell his body to bury his father, and tattoo fifty taels of silver.

She stopped not far from the man's kneeling, just when she heard a steward come up to him and ask him.

"What can you do?"

"What do you want me to do?" The man didn't raise his face, looked straight at the plank, and asked rhetorically.

"Miscellaneous. Moving, delivering, catching a car, everything. The steward said to him.

"Can you use my sword?" The man finally raised his head.

Oh, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, broad chest and strong shoulders, white and clean face, righteous, a man in his twenties.

"What kind of sword? My owner is a rice shopkeeper. The steward glanced at the long sword and frowned, "What I want to buy is a handyman, not a nursery." ”

"Then I won't do it, you can buy someone else." The man lowered his head and began to look at the wooden plank where he was sold to bury his father.

"Hey, you think that inserting a sword is a strong martial art. Judging by the way you look, you must only be able to embroider your legs. If your kung fu is high, how can you be so poor that you can't even afford to bury your father. I saw that you knelt for three days before I had pity on you. Cut, you, no one will buy you if you kneel for three more days. The steward flicked his sleeves and left.

"Those who don't buy me are blind. Haven't heard of a hero suffocating a penny? ......" the man was muttering there alone.

"I'll give you fifty taels of silver, and you don't need to sign a deed of sale, just do what I tell me to do." Mo Zi stepped forward with a smile on her face.

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