Song Wen thought about it for a while, and then smiled...... I don't even care about this rotten life, what danger are you afraid of? No matter what the festival Wang Jin has with this man and Gao Yu, there are still people watching all this in the dark...... What's so scary about yourself? No, it's still a good opportunity to meet big people......

In addition, this man seems to be quite friendly to himself, and he showed up the day before yesterday to save himself. Ask yourself what ...... heart? I don't want to see him die so miserably in this corner.

Song Wen squatted down and took a closer look at his injury, and found that it seemed to be more serious than he expected!

"Stay here, you're going to die! You'll need to take care of your wounds, or you'll ......."

"Those Zhou Xu's dog-legged gangs are looking for me everywhere, and Gao Yu must have greeted the government...... Lao Tzu will definitely not be able to leave, once he is caught by them, he will have to involve my senior brother! I can't show my face...... Little Turtle Boy, leave the wine and get out of here! Remember, you're a bloody man, don't waste your whole life in the pickled place of the Qinglou......"

Song Wen was stunned for a moment, felt a kindness from this man, and said with a smile: "Old guy, what's your name?"

The man smiled bitterly: "What's the matter? Are you still going to burn some paper money for Lao Tzu during the New Year's holidays? Hehe...... A certain family surname is Li and Li Yan! If you are alone, you will save paper money...... If only there was a grave left, just sprinkle a bowl of wine for Lao Tzu! ”

Song Wen said while carefully untying the gauze on Li Yan's stomach: "My surname is Song, Song Wen. Like you, alone. Don't move, your intestines will come out again......"

"Stinky boy, do you have any gold sore medicine? Didn't look at a fart......"

Song Wen frowned: "What's in the gold sore medicine now?" Sanqi or something, plus a little bit to stop the bleeding...... Your wound is torn open, and what you need is to stop bleeding, disinfect and stitch it up, otherwise you will die with any medicine! ”

"You, you actually know medical skills?"

Song Wen got up and looked under the bridge: "There is nothing in needlework and alcohol!" Is there any other place to hide, old fellow? ”

Li Yan bit her lip and shook her head......

Song Wen bandaged the wound again, then stuffed the wine bottle into Li Yan's hand and got up and said, "Wait, I'll go find your senior brother...... Where does he live? ”

Li Yan struggled for a long time, Song Wen stood up and kicked him in the leg and scolded: "When is it?" is also a shriveled girl's virtue, didn't you say that even if you die, you have to die to be worth some money? Is it worth it for you to die like this now? ”

"Beibianmen, the innermost family in Qingwa Hutong, has a big locust tree at the door."

"Wait, don't breathe!"

Song Wen hurriedly climbed down the bottom of the bridge, looked around, and then quickly ran up to the bridge, and went straight to the north of Bianliang City according to his previous memory.

Under a tree in the distance at the bridge, Zhao Shenyan's lady Pingniang took a step and stopped in front of two cloth-clothed men with hats......

"Just gone? Don't you want to lend a hand? ”

A man arched his hand and said, "I don't know what the lady meant?" The little two were just passing by. ”

"I've been guarding the bottom of the bridge all night, do you think I don't know? Ignoring the donkey like this is not a martial artist's upright style! ”

The two of them were silent and just arched their hands, then turned and hurried away in the other direction.

A trace of disdain flashed in Ping Niang's eyes, but she only sighed, watching Song Wen's thin figure in the distance disappear into the corner of the street in a hurry......

Bianliang is quite big, Song Wen went straight to the Beibian Gate in one breath, passed through a few streets and glanced at the majestic imperial city from a distance, and the officials wearing official uniforms and riding sedan chairs on the edge of the imperial city were sparkling and endless, and the Great Song Dynasty was so good...... There are many officials!

Song Wen didn't care about the excitement, walked through the streets and alleys and went straight to the small alley, and asked people on the way to find the big tree.

The so-called head of the forbidden army is not an official military position at all, although he has some status but no rights. It's more of a symbol.

Song Wen gambled that Wang Jin would not go to the forbidden army camp to do things in the next few days, no matter what, he had to be a little prepared! Especially last night, his rival was assassinated by his own junior brother...... If you want to say that he doesn't know, Song Wen won't believe it even if he is killed!

On the stone pier in the alley lies a young man in short clothes with a hat on his head, who seems to be resting and lazy. Song Wen didn't care, and went directly to the black courtyard gate.

Bang Bang Bang ...... Knocking on the wooden door, a slightly hoarse old voice came from inside: "Come, dare to ask who it is?"

Song Wen looked around and at the young man who seemed to be asleep not far away, and replied: "There is a letter from the building on East Street, and someone is holding a banquet in the building to invite Wang Jiaotou!"

With a squeak, the wooden door opened halfway, and a white-haired old servant squinted his eyes and looked at Song Wen...... "Oh? It turned out to be a little turtle boy in a building, and my tutor went out...... Little brother can go to the forbidden army camp and wait, you can wait here, I can get a small stool for little brother to rest......"

Song Wen frowned: "The guest officer who placed the wine was in a hurry, saying that he would break my leg if he couldn't invite Wang Jiaotou......"

A calm voice came from behind Song Wen: "Who is so domineering? Tell me about it! ”

The old servant blocking the door bent over: "Lang Jun is back!" Lang Jun, this little turtle said that he wanted to invite Lang Jun to the banquet, and he was in a hurry......"

Song Wen looked back and saw a sturdy man in his forties, wearing a brown robe, cowhide at his waist, and a blue cloth scarf, looking at him indifferently.

Song Wen bowed and saluted: "Dare to ask, but the head of the Wang sect?"

"It's a certain house!"

"There is a guest who is in a hurry to see the head of the sect, and he asked the head of the sect to move to the banquet!"

"Oh? There are not many old people in Bianliang, who invited me? ”

Song Wen saw that Wang Jin was very vigilant, so he simply said directly: "Li Guanren, a single name is a Yan character!"

Wang Jin's eyes flashed, and he sighed...... He looked Song Wen up and down and asked, "How did you know Li Yan?" Who are you? Where? ”

"Meet Li Guanren Pingshui and help run errands to deliver letters!"

"Where is he?"

Song Wen was just about to answer, when he suddenly felt a chill behind him...... As soon as he was about to turn back, he felt that the blade of a sharp weapon had been pointed on his waist!

The young man wearing a hat came behind him at some point, his body was in the direction of the mouth of the alley, and he actually held a sharp dagger behind his waist in his hand, and at the same time said to Wang Jin in front of him in a deep voice: "Teacher, there is no tail behind this guy!"

Wang Jin stepped forward and pressed one hand on Song Wen's Heavenly Spirit Cover, and said in a low voice, "Who are you doing here?" How is Li Yan now? ”

Song Wen only felt a surge of anger, and scolded: "What kind of hero are you hiding your head and showing your tail like this?" Your junior brother was seriously injured for you, and now he is hiding in the shadows and is hanging by a thread...... The master was kind enough to help him deliver the letter, but you made it difficult in every way! If you don't dare to stretch out your head and say it clearly, why bother doing this kind of thing! ”

The young man behind him scolded: "Bold, don't make amends to my teacher!"

Then he kicked on the crook of Song Wen's leg, and Song Wen didn't know where the momentum came from, so he staggered and stood crookedly, glaring at Wang Jin in front of him with an angry face......