Meng Suibi didn't believe this, and said lightly and noncommittally: "This is very good, then there is Miss Lao Zhang to shake the golden bell."

The big stone in Zhang Di's heart fell to the ground, and she hurriedly shook the golden bell under the window.

The bell rings crisply, not so loudly that you can't hear it clearly if you stand a few steps outside.

But in a moment, there was a stumble in the bamboo forest, and a man dressed in ochre short brown jumped under the window like a gust of wind, staring at the house with his eyes like a torch.

"What's wrong?" The man's voice was not loud and gentle, but there was a faint deterrent that made it impossible to look directly at him.

Zhang Di had never seen this person in the mansion, and she was taken aback when she saw it, but she had seen a lot of strangers these days, and even the chief manager Ah Yong was a living person.

I was more surprised at how this person came so quickly!

She looked cowardly and whispered pitifully, "This, this person, soon, almost dying, I'm afraid, can you, can you let me out?"

The man glanced at Zhang Di, his voice was as gentle as ever, but his attitude was as cold as ice: "Can't."

Zhang Di said "ah", the corners of her lips twitched, she was so choked that she couldn't speak, her eyes were red, and she wanted to cry.

The man was not a person who cherished the jade, he frowned in disgust, didn't say a word, and turned away impatiently.

Zhang Di said "eh" to the man's back, watching him walk away without looking back, the look on her face suddenly closed, looking at the swaying bamboo forest not far away and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

"Three breaths." Meng Sui closed his eyes and said lightly.

"So fast!" Zhang Di covered her mouth and exclaimed, "He came out of the bamboo forest over there, and when I walked over there, I walked a full cup of tea."

Meng Sui glanced at Zhang Di faintly, and his voice was low: "That person has excellent light body skills, long breathing, stable lower plate, and is a master. And," his voice grew inaudible, "his hearing is very sharp, and he may be able to hear movement in the bamboo forest."

Zhang Di shook her head and whispered in disbelief, "No, dogs don't have his ears."

In such a dangerous situation, Meng Sui couldn't smile at all, and his heart was heavy.

He moved his fingers, sensing that the effect of the soft tendons was slowly waning, he secretly counted the hours, and uncovered the blood-soaked white cotton cloth layer by layer with one hand: "Bring me the ointment applied externally."

Zhang Di hurriedly opened the round bowl and handed it over, stretched out her hand and picked a finger in the bowl, but when she saw the injury on Meng Sui's hand, she suddenly felt that she had nowhere to start.

A hideous wound lay across Meng Sui's wrist, the wound had not been properly healed, and there was no sign of healing.

The white-turned carrion turned over hideously, revealing the bones of Bai Sensen deep in the flesh.

Zhang Di shuddered when she saw it, and gasped: "This, this injury has been a few days, why is it so serious?"

Meng Sui whispered in pain, "If you want to heal, you have to dig up the carrion and re-apply medicine and bandage it, but now," he didn't have a sword in his hand, not even half a porcelain piece, and the meals that were brought in every day were packed in cages.

He paused, took the round bowl from Zhang Di's hand, dug out a large piece of ointment, gritted his teeth and wiped it off the wound.

As soon as the ointment and wound came into contact, a bone-crushing pain swept in.

He gritted his teeth and creaked, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his head, and his eyes turned scarlet in an instant.

Zhang Di turned her head away, she couldn't bear to look at it directly.

I don't know how long it took, until Meng Sui's trembling breathing slowly subsided, she turned her head and saw that Meng Suiqi had already wrapped the white cotton cloth and was biting the cloth with her teeth to tie the knot.

She hurried over to help, and caught a glimpse of Meng Sui's cold sweat in her head, the green tendons in the corners of her forehead bursting, and the admiration in her heart suddenly seemed to be like a rolling river.

This person can really bear it, it hurts like this, and he didn't say a word.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and the people in the Internal Security Division were really inhumane.

"Master Meng, you are holding a sword in your right hand, right?" Zhang Di asked cautiously, she didn't expect Meng Sui's injuries to be so serious, and when she saw the injuries on his hands, she immediately understood why he refused to take her with him at first.

He can't protect himself, how can he be willing to bring a burden.

Meng Sui glanced at his right hand, forcibly suppressed the sourness in his heart, and said calmly: "It's okay, you are ready to prepare, and you will leave tonight."

"Ah," Zhang Di covered her mouth, covering her stunned screams, and her voice squeezed out of her throat, "You, can you beat him?" No more days?"

"No," Meng Sui shook his head, "I'm afraid that the night will be long and I will dream a lot if it drags on for a long time." He moved his left hand, the feeling of soreness and weakness had completely disappeared, and the ointment was obviously not mixed with soft tendons, so it could be used with confidence.

Although his right hand is temporarily abolished, his left hand can still fight, but it is not possible to hit it hard, and he wants the sword to go sideways, which is unexpected.

Besides, he was locked up here, and he believed that the bamboo forest was definitely not the only one who was hidden.

There must be others.

As long as they pass through the bamboo forest, they will inevitably alarm the people inside.

Before, he didn't know where he was, so he didn't dare to act rashly, but now that he knew, there was a direction to escape.

He pondered for a moment and asked Zhang Di, "Where is this in the Han Palace?"

Zhang Di said without thinking, "It's the northeast corner."

Meng Sui squinted, and in the northwest corner of the Han Palace, there was the road outside the Yanzheng Gate.

He suddenly opened his eyes, even though the walls of the Han Wang's Mansion were high and deep, it was indeed not so easy for him, a seriously injured person, to climb over the wall and get out, but it was not impossible.

The little ones would never dare to make trouble under the noses of the guards of Yanzheng Gate.

They climbed over the wall and went out, alarming the guards of Yanzheng Gate, and the little people in the palace were so weak that they didn't dare to track and arrest them with great fanfare!

Thinking about these clearly, Meng Sui stabilized his mind and began to think about how to get rid of the pursuit and get out of the city smoothly after leaving here.

The Internal Health Division will definitely not be able to go back, he will go to Yuhua Mountain!

It was getting late, and after the twilight food was brought in, the two of them generally ate the small meal.

The two of them planned to eat until they could, but they were only half-full when they ate all this bit of food.

After finishing the meal, the two had a tacit understanding to close their eyes and wait for dark.

Neither was calm.

Zhang Di is just a sixteen-year-old girl in the end, no matter how calm her face is, she is still beating the drum in her heart.

For a while, I was afraid that Meng Sui would throw her down in the middle of the road.

For a while, I was afraid that I was too stupid to run out.

Meng Suijie is also worried.

He has injuries on his body, and it is difficult for him to escape, and the future is even more uncertain with a burden.

He can't guarantee that he will definitely take Zhang Di out, at most he can guarantee that he won't throw her out as a target at a critical moment.

In the middle of the night, the candle flame stopped for most of the time, and under the bleak moonlight, the huge mansion was dark and silent.

The wind blew through the bamboo forest, and there was a soft sound that startled the birds in the forest to scream hoarsely and rush away to the sky.

The window lattices were dilapidated, but they weren't big enough for people to get out of.

If the window is broken, I am afraid of alarming the people in the bamboo forest.

Zhang Di compared the hole in the window with her hand, rested on her waist and compared, looked at the broken window and sighed: "Lord Meng, such a small hole, are you sure you can drill out?"

Meng Sui shook his head: "Let's go to the door."

"......" Zhang Di was stunned.

Meng Sui took a thin and long bamboo strip out of the straw pile, handed it out of the window, and stabbed it into the keyhole cautiously and accurately by the dim moonlight.

"Where did you get this?" Zhang Di was stunned.

Meng Sui held his breath and was quiet, pinching the bamboo strip with one hand and fiddling with the keyhole, and whispered without looking back: "Peeled off the cage drawer."

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Zhang Di was speechless again and again, although she sighed at Meng Sui's ink and wash patience, but she was even more skeptical that such a soft and elastic bamboo strip could really pierce the keyhole.

No sooner had her suspicion come to her than she heard an undetectable "click" sound outside the door.

"Alright." Meng Sui was relieved, walked to the back of the door, stuffed the bamboo strip through the crack in the door, and gently fiddled with the lock.

His strength was used very skillfully, and the lock loosened half of the lock, and just hung on the other half, and did not fall to the ground, did not make the slightest sound, and naturally did not alarm anyone.

Meng Suijie pushed open the door, looked out for a moment with his probe, flashed out, and beckoned to Zhang Di.

Zhang Di also tiptoed out.

Meng Sui turned around and rehung the lock, but he only put it on a show and didn't really lock it.

Re-locking it will make a lot of noise, and it may alarm those who are all soldiers in the bamboo forest.

He didn't dare to risk the unknown.

The two of them walked lightly to the back of the house.

Meng Sui is a practitioner, and he walks without making any sound, but Zhang Di is not so easy.

She shrunk her shoulders and swayed, following behind Meng Sui like a thief, but after walking through the damp bluestone slab stained with the night road, she still couldn't control the slight squirming sound.

This sound sounds like nothing in the daytime, but in the silence of the night, it is like thunder.

Meng Sui whispered without replying: "Speak low."

Zhang Di's footsteps paused, and her already anxious heart became even more flustered, and they all walked with the same hands and feet, but her voice did not decrease much.

Meng Suiqi shook his head helplessly, stopped talking, and walked towards the back wall with a sullen head.

Fortunately, the back wall of the two upside-down rooms was not far away, and the two of them only walked half a pillar of incense before they saw the courtyard wall towering in the dark night.

The courtyard wall of the palace is naturally higher than that of ordinary people's homes, and the walls are smooth, and there is nowhere to climb them.

And the high walls are covered with sharp thistles, and the flesh and blood collide with them, and the living become hedgehogs.