readx;? Chapter 3: Father and Son (2)

"You don't have to take a look at it first!You don't have to worry about it, just draw a map for me!" Ning Ziming completely ignored Feng Ji's "Geng Geng loyalty", frowned, and said in a low voice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your Highness, Weichen, Weichen can't get through Danqing when he is young. Also, it's still a well-known road idiot! Leave, leave Bianliang as long as you are more than five miles away, you will not be able to find a home. You, you're not, aren't you asking Yu Blind?" Feng Ji heard this, the expression on his face became more and more anxious, and his hands swayed back and forth in front of his chest like a windmill.

If they were reckless and were caught by the Khitans and searched out of their bodies, how could they still have a chance to escape back to the Central Plains? Besides, the reason why he dared to help the king of the dead country bring an edict was because he had already won the trust of the Khitans, and once this matter was done, it would be enough for him to gain fame and fortune. And what good can it do to help His Royal Highness King Zheng, who has been dead for a long time? When the news is transmitted back to the Central Plains, who will feel the kindness of the Feng family? Liu Chengyou, the new monarch of the Han Dynasty, can praise at most a few words on the surface, but secretly, he will definitely hate himself so much that the roots of his teeth itch.

He was searching his stomach and scraping together the excuse of refusal, when an angry shout suddenly came from his ears, "Aren't you Feng the only one who is perfect for painting and calligraphy, why can't you even get Zhang Yutu right? Could it be that you still want to go to the Khitan people to betray us? Ziming, what kind of tongue do you have to deal with such an insidious person? Just whip your head and kill your mouth!"

"Yes, big brother!" Ning Ziming comprehended, picked up the steel whip and was about to smash it.

"Spare your life!" Feng Ji was so frightened that his soul flew out of the sky, and he rushed out half a foot away with an arrow, holding his head in both hands and shouting: "Your Highness, don't listen to him sow discord." Weichen, Weichen's two danqing, not even graffiti?

"Yes, Feng Weiwei, open your dog's eyes and see who I am?" Chai Rong, who was originally riding a horse and was about to help the old brother apply medicine, blocked the way and reminded with a sneer.

"You?" Feng Ji quickly looked up, and then struggled to rub his eyes back and forth with his hands. "You are Chai, you Guo, Guo Gongzi. General Guo's moth Yizi Guorong! You, why are you here?"

"You finally recognize me? Ziming, why don't you hurry up and kill people with me?" Chai Rong's face flipped over, and he pulled out the short knife that had not yet wiped off the blood from the sheath, and slowly pressed it towards Feng Ji.

"Spare your life!" Feng Ji screamed loudly in fright, and fled with his legs. How could a person's two legs outrun a war horse? Almost in the blink of an eye, he was circled back by Chai Rong with his mount. Then he pointed at it with the tip of his knife and forced it towards Ning Ziming's steel whip step by step.

"Guo Daguan spares his life!" Feng Ji was desperate, and knelt on the river beach with a puff, crying and begging. "I can swear by the spirit of the Feng family's ancestors in the sky, and I will never report you to the government of the Liao State, nor will I disclose your news to anyone. If ......"

"If the oath works, how can there be such ugliness in the world?" Chai Rong pointed at the tip of the knife, his face was like frost, "You are used to being a dog to the Khitans, and you killed my general just now." How can you believe the words that come out of your mouth?!Ziming, kill him, let's get out of here after killing him!"

"Wronged! Wronged! I, I have brought an edict to Emperor Jin, I have just brought an edict to Emperor Jin! Your Highness has just seen it, you have just seen it, you have just seen it, "Is Feng Ji willing to close his eyes and wait for death?" He raised his hands high and shouted out loudly. "I didn't even betray Emperor Jin and Emperor Jin, so how could I betray you? Your Highness, Your Highness, you come out and say something, you can't wronged Weichen!"

The edict had just been put away by himself, how could Ning Ziming turn his face and not admit it? However, knowing that Chai Rong's actions must have deep meaning, he didn't dare to show the slightest soft-heartedness, so he could only raise the steel whip high.

"Wait, what's going on with Emperor Jin's edict?" Chai Rong secretly glanced at Ning Ziming and asked in a dumb voice.

"Yes, it's my little brother, a few months ago, when I was serving the emperor at the Jin Wangzhai side, when the emperor was ......" Feng Ji didn't dare to hide it, wiped the cold sweat on his face, and stammered what he had said to Ning Ziming before, and recounted it again.

Chai Rong first pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and then exchanged his eyes with his third brother, convinced that Feng Ji was indeed not lying. He smiled and said loudly: "Bah! You are wronged? If you are wronged, all the Yama Palace will be full of dead ghosts! You promised to bring the edict to Emperor Jin back to the Central Plains a few months ago, why haven't you brought it yet? Where are you loyal and brave? It is obvious that you have taken a fancy to the benefits of the message!"

"No, no! Little brother, little brother is really in Liaodong, and his heart is in Bianliang. Otherwise, otherwise, with the talent of the younger brother, he would be able to mix with the Langzhong of the Southern Courtyard, how, how could he be assigned to a small tribe to be an interpreter for them?" Feng Ji knew that he could not escape from the siege of Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin, and Shi Yanbao, and continued to shout loudly.

"Well, there is some truth!" The last sentence was quite forceful. After hearing this, Chai Rong nodded slightly. Immediately, he threw the bloody short knife in front of Feng Ji and said loudly, "It's easy for me to believe you, you go and give it to me first, and slaughter the guy who pretended to be dead next to the fire!"

In the last sentence, he deliberately used Khitan language, but as soon as the words fell, next to the bonfire that was almost crushed before, a dead man suddenly "cheated the corpse", screamed and jumped up, and ran north. But it was the Khitan warrior who was originally pushed into the fire by Ning Ziming with feather arrows, but he was not dead, and he had been lying by the fire in an attempt to get by.

If he escapes, I am afraid that none of the Feng family members who are currently in Liao will survive. Feng Ji, the interpreter, knew that it was powerful, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, took three steps and made two steps to catch up, and his hand fell with a knife. With a "click", the neck of the victim was cut into two parts.

"Well, this is like the Feng family kid I know. Usually be kind to people everywhere, but when it is time to do it, you will never be polite!" Chai Rong seemed to have expected the other party's behavior, sat upright on the saddle, and nodded slightly.

Now that he has submitted the petition for submission, Feng Ji no longer deliberately pretends to be a bad seed. He raised the short knife dripping blood and asked loudly: "Anyway, Guo Daguan, what should Feng do next, so that you are willing to let Feng go?"

"Of course, use the blood of the dead to draw a map to the Jin Wangzhai on your clothes!" Chai Rong shrugged his shoulders and posed as if Lao Tzu had eaten you, "You'd better hurry up and stop talking nonsense." Pretending to be dead is just such a one, in case his blood runs dry, Lao Tzu can only let you cut your thighs next time!"

"You ......" Feng Ji's eyes turned black with anger, but he didn't have the courage to continue arguing with Chai Rong. Gritting his teeth, he squatted down, cut a clean silk cloth from the hem of his robe, dipped the tip of his knife in some human blood, and quickly moved on it.

Where is he not familiar with Danqing? Ordinary national players compete with him for painters, and they have to hide their faces and leave. With just a few knives, the path leading to the Jinwang Village in Yingzhou was drawn clearly. Towns, mountains, rivers, and forests along the way all jump on the "paper"!

"If I were you, I'd turn around and return south now!" As the last drop of blood fell, Feng Ji thrust his short knife into the river beach, picked up the improvised map with both hands, and slowly handed it to Chai Rongma. "Not to mention that the surrounding area is full of Khitan tribes, and the Jin Emperor is an old man who has wings and is difficult to fly. Even if you are lucky enough to rescue him back to the Central Plains, you will only kill him a few years in advance! How can you find a suitable place for him to survive?!"

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