Chapter Seventy-Five: Tracking
It's really not good to go to the man's room at night, He Shuming definitely can't go, and Wanyan and Yu are also a little unable to go.
Since she was a child, she has often broken into his room, and it stands to reason that this is the first thought that comes to her mind.
It's just that he's Your Majesty.
The deep corridor was blown by a gust of wind, and Chen Jiaojiao really couldn't stand anymore, so she just made up her mind to pay attention to the time when she walked forward.
The door was pushed open, and as soon as Qi Yan looked up, he saw her standing in the corridor in her thin bedclothes. Stirring his hands, his eyebrows are skimmed into a figure.
Cautiously stretched out his head as if to determine whether it was him, and immediately cried after confirming.
In this way, he didn't have to guess to know that someone was afraid to sleep alone. In the end, he reached out and caught the trotting man and brought him into his arms.
Feeling his temperature, Chen Jiaojiao couldn't stop her tears, and buried her head in his arms.
"I, there's someone in my room, lying next to me in the dark!"
The slimy sound of her crying really made Qi Yan distinguish it for a while before she heard it.
Touching the back of her head counts as comfort.
I thought it was funny, but I also knew what she was doing standing there.
Suddenly a little regretful came out too soon, or he would have known whose door she would have knocked on in the end.
Maybe it's Wanyan and Yu, if he leaves earlier, she won't have to worry about it.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, this timing was really not good.
didn't have time to delay with her, and when he saw that she was almost crying, he separated her and walked down.
After going down a few flights of stairs, Qi Yan endured it and turned back.
The finch looked dazed, blinking her eyes like a lost little girl in the night. I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could feel her uneasiness and panic.
Subconsciously followed himself two steps, familiar with dependence and trust.
"Jiaojiao, come."
Chen Jiaojiao whispered, "Huh? Puzzled, but obediently walked over, took his outstretched hand, and was led downstairs by him.
Take it, save her from going to others, and save yourself from waiting.
Seeing the two of them appear at the door hand in hand, He Shuming's eyes were about to fall.
Night detective and tracking, is this a good thing, can these two be separated for a while! Why did Your Majesty take her!
He's a head two big, and I can't figure it out yet.
Chen Jiaojiao didn't understand, she was carried on the horse by him in a daze, sat sideways and hugged his waist.
Sensing that it wouldn't be a good thing, she lowered her voice and leaned into Qi Yan's ear to ask, "Your Majesty, what are we going to do?" β
The warm and humid breath was sprayed, and the evening breeze carried the breath on her body, and it penetrated unreasonably.
Qi Yan snorted and turned his head away, "Be honest, don't talk later." β
The horses galloped forward in the night, like black shadows, and drove swiftly towards the woods outside Xuzhen.
He Shuming followed behind him, looking at the two people in front of him, he suddenly had an idea.
If Your Majesty is not Your Majesty, the person who plans to ride a horse and take her to Xu Zhen to play first today will not be Wanyan and Yu.
On horseback, following the bumps, Chen Jiaojiao was very honest and didn't say a word.
She was stupid and couldn't guess what he was going to do, and quiet was the only option.
Gradually moving away from Xu Zhen, Qi Yan followed the imprints of the horse's hooves on the ground to the north.
She felt right, someone sneaked in at night, not only the restaurant, but also the surrounding residents.
Well-trained and exceptionally agile, the silent 'river gods' took a group of people under their noses.
"Your Majesty, ahead."
You can already see the moonlight reflected off the surface of the river from here, shining and dazzling.
Presumably this is the Zimu River, Chen Jiaojiao's eyesight is not as good as the two of them, and when the distance is closer, she saw a few black-clothed people squatting by the river, with a few men tied up around them.
They were gagged, bound hand and foot like animals, and sat in circles.
They seemed to be waiting for something, and the horse was pulled to a halt by him, without a sound.
Chen Jiaojiao carefully slowed down her breathing and shrunk into his arms, afraid that her actions would affect them.
By the moonlight, Qi Yan lowered her head to see the mottled tear stains on her face, and her eyes were red like a frightened rabbit. A little shrunk in his arms, but with a serious expression, it seemed that he could go into battle to kill the enemy in the next moment.
He couldn't help but find it funny, wrapped one hand around her waist, and stretched out his index finger to touch his lips, "Shhhh β
Chen Jiaojiao nodded very seriously, slowed down her breathing even more, and almost held back.
It's funny and pitiful, Qi Yan didn't scare her anymore, reached out to wipe the tears from her face, and rubbed her little face.
He Shuming, who was hiding on the side, was speechless, can Your Majesty take a look at those sneaky people!
Let's see, or what they're going to do after them! You can't do these things in a restaurant!
After waiting for a while, Chen Jiaojiao realized what they were waiting for.
A small boat came from the river in the distance, pushing away the ripples of the river and the moonlight, and there was no sound at all in the silence.
The people on the shore stood up when they saw it, helped to hold the rope on the bow of the boat, and threw the men onto the boat in an orderly manner.
Everything was silent, swift in the moonlight.
Seeing that they were about to leave, the people around them still didn't react. Chen Jiaojiao was a little anxious, pulled his sleeve, raised her head and whispered, "Your Majesty, they are leaving." β
Qi Yan nodded, he didn't wait for the answer he wanted, and he wasn't sure if there was any connection between them.
Now there is no way to follow the ship to the final destination.
He frowned, the night was in vain, and there was no gain.
The last man was thrown onto the boat, and Chen Jiaojiao looked back and forth anxiously.
Her heart wasn't so good before, and she didn't know why she suddenly couldn't see it now.
Whose sons will they be, whose fathers, whose husbands. How many people are waiting for them in Xu Town, and how many families will be torn apart because of tonight.
"Your Majesty, if it doesn't bother and doesn't affect it, can you save them?"
He's just a casual thing, but for them, it's life-threatening.
Qi Yan lowered his head and stared at the villain in his arms, the tears in his eyes shining in the moonlight, praying and looking forward to it.
Since when has she always looked at him like this?
Instead of opening her mouth to be sure that he would be obedient and executing, she also learned to ask others to do things that she couldn't do.
Will say thank you to him, please, please.
Alienated politeness.
The knife sliced through the air, and the lightning bolt grazed through the gaps between the leaves, striking one of the men in black on the ship.
The silent night was shattered by the wails of pain and the loud thud of falling into the water, and the people on board were alarmed and staggered around to observe.
He Shuming's eyes widened in shock for a moment, this, what is this?
It's equivalent to directly exposing their whereabouts and reminding them.
"Go ahead and see if you regress."
He looked deeply at the calm man beside him, drew his sword and obeyed his order, "Yes." β
Not far away, several people scuffled together, and the horses under them kept moving, as if they wanted to join in.
Chen Jiaojiao closed her eyes, stretched her brows after opening them, and bloomed brightly at night, "Thank you, Your Majesty." β
"No, you don't."
His hand was around his waist, unwilling to look at the fight in the distance, Chen Jiaojiao lowered her head and looked at his slender and bony fingers in a daze.
With a movement of his fingers, he grabbed the soft flesh of her waist.
"Yikes!"
Itching, she twisted and almost fell off her horse, "Your Majesty! β
She was wearing a light undershirt, her fingertips could touch the temperature, and knowing that she could also feel herself, Qi Yan tapped her waist with interest.
"Your Majesty!"
Chen Jiaojiao's face burned red, and she hugged his waist tightly, so that he couldn't touch his waist.
With the sound of a heavy object falling into the water, the noise stopped abruptly, and Chen Jiaojiao only heard his tsk in his arms.
The horse below her moved forward, and she struggled to lift her head from his arms. looked at the black-clothed men lying in pools of blood around him, and also looked at the dozen or so men on the boat who were tied together.
"Slow down."
He Shuming let out a long sigh and dragged several corpses in the water to the shore in a huff.
Isn't he slow with a pair of eights, some people are Jiaojiao, and some people are cows and horses at night!
Fate is unfair!
"What does Your Majesty plan to do with those people?"
He Shuming really couldn't understand what he was trying to do such a thankless job.
Not only did they startle the snakes, but what methods should be used to shut up these people.
Qi Yan was also thinking, if he cut off his tongue and hands and feet, if he didn't get rid of them together, it would be better to kill them directly.
"I know you, your woman sells grasshoppers at Dongjiekou, and you have a child, don't you? I know you and where your family lives. We saved you tonight, but we can also kill you. If you don't want to die, go back and know what to do. β
The men whined and nodded desperately, and Chen Jiaojiao stretched out her hand and pointed at one of them, "If I hear any news get out, I will drown your wife and children first, and then break your tendons and feet, cut off your tongue and throw it into the mountains." Do you understand! β
The young and serious voice of the finch resounded in the dark night, Qi Yan couldn't hold back, and didn't want to spoil her momentum.
He put his head down against her shoulder, and her body trembled with laughter.
He stretched out his hand to wrap her in his arms, as if he had found a treasure that he couldn't put down, and Chen Jiaojiao's face turned red again. After a few more reprimands with a straight face, he asked He Shuming to let them go.
"Your Majesty!"
When everyone left, Chen Jiaojiao writhed dissatisfied.
Qi Yan reluctantly restrained his smile, how naΓ―ve he was, he really thought that these could intimidate them, but it was indeed possible, let her go.
The two kissed me on horseback, and He Shuming coughed heavily to express his dissatisfaction.
Squatting in front of the men in black, groping around them, trying to find something to prove their identity.
As soon as he lifted his cuffs, he frowned violently, "Your Majesty." β
The two looked down from the horseback, and Chen Jiaojiao sighed, "Jin Wuwei's tattoo? But they are not. β
As if she explained, Qi Yan dismounted, raised his hand and hugged her off the horse.
Just like the assassin that day, Chen Jiaojiao couldn't help but worry when he looked closer.
Someone, or an organization, these people are doing this kind of thing under the name of Jin Wuwei.
Why, she has no grievances with others. Now for the outside world. It is still unclear whether Chen Jiaojiao is alive or dead, why would anyone think of blaming her.
What are the benefits?
In the flash of light, she thought suddenly.
Is it possible that he is Jin Wuwei not only hers, but also a symbol of Da Chen.
The person who did this obviously knew her very well, and he knew Da Chen and Jin Wuwei very well, and even knew the location of the tattoo.
Now the only person who wants to ruin Da Chen's reputation is him.
In a flash, Chen Jiaojiao quickly shook her head again, Your Majesty would not do this, he disdained to use such dirty means.
How can you think so, how unrealistic.
She drove away this thought, squatted down beside Qi Yan and asked, "Your Majesty, why are they arresting these men?" β
One of them had some white powder on his black clothes, and Qi Yan touched it and twisted it on his fingers.
It's just an ordinary powder, but it can leave a white color that is difficult to wash, he frowned and said, "Who are these men?" β
"Huh? Your Majesty is asking me? Chen Jiaojiao was a little confused, "Who is it?" Men, young people, and people in the prime of life. β
It seems to understand, "Does Your Majesty mean conscription?" β
"Almost."
But the conscription was launched by his order, and there was no need to steal people like this.
It can only be used in this way by requisitioning private soldiers, unable to post notices, and not daring to publicize them.
Chen Jiaojiao was shocked when she heard this, conscription?
Does that mean that there is going to be a war, Xu Zhen has no young and strong young people, so these slightly older ones are also taken away as targets tonight.
How many people are needed, and now she feels that the world is far less peaceful than she imagined.
Turning her head sideways, she looked at his calm side face, and couldn't help but feel sorry for his hard work.
How many pairs of eyes do you need to stare at everyone in the world, he is really tired alone.
Qi Yan stood up and walked to the river to wash his hands, and once again twisted the white powder from his fingertips.
It is extremely difficult to wash off, and these people are not afraid of leaving marks with this white powder.
There were too many questions, and Xu Zhen couldn't stay for too long.
Tonight, he also considered that he was going to leave tomorrow, and he killed the snake with grass, and the nest should be afraid for a while.
I am afraid that the copper mine is used as a weapon, and there are a large number of private soldiers and weapons under his nose, and the intention is self-evident.
Standing up and looking back, "The sun will come out in a few hours, and I will go back in the morning, so as not to be alarming." β
"Yes."
He Shuming cleaned up the corpse, tied a big stone and sank to the bottom of the water, washing away the remaining bloodstains, as if nothing had happened.
Chen Jiaojiao sat quietly on the stone on the side, the sun rose on time, and he stood not far away looking at the distant sky.
The light illuminated his figure little by little, and his shadow changed little by little with the direction of the light.
Lonely and lonely, looking down at the sky, looking at his country, his people.
He has hundreds of rivers, mountains and seas, but everything in the world has never reached the bottom of his eyes, and he is always alone.
Chen Jiaojiao blinked, retracted her gaze before Qi Yan turned around, staring at her toes in a daze.
He picked up the horse again and walked back.
On the way back, he was not in a hurry or slow, and Chen Jiaojiao's eyelids were heavy in the swaying. After staying up all night and now leaning on his arms, she couldn't stop dozing.