After Mu Jiu returned to the yard, he picked up the hoe and went to the bamboo forest, the little herring thought that Mu Jiu was going to dig bamboo shoots, but she dug two jars of wine and came back.

"The master still buried wine in the bamboo forest?"

Mu Jiu turned his eyes to look at her and smiled: "Want to drink?" ”

Xiao Qingyu shook her head violently when she heard this, she doesn't like to drink, it's spicy, I don't know why these adults drink so happily, Fu Bo likes it, even the master likes it.

Mu Jiu walked to the well to fetch water, wiped the mud on the jar with a cloth, and secretly opened it to smell it, the bamboo leaves that had been buried for six years did not taste too mellow.

Xiao Qingyu thought that Mu Jiu would drink, but she just wiped it clean and put it away, and then left it alone.

On the night of the murderous night when the moon was dark and the wind was high, Mu Jiu rarely changed into a black night dress, with narrow sleeves and a narrow waist that made her look more tall and heroic, her hair was raised in a high ponytail, and she went out with a jar of wine in one hand.

The prison was in the west, and it took Mu Jiu half an hour to come to the prison.

The prison is hollow-shaped, like an independent castle, with four high walls, only two doors in and out, and the high walls are heavily guarded, and there are not even a few bushes under the high walls, and it is almost impossible to go up quietly without being discovered.

Mu Jiu was squatting on the top of a big tree on the side of the road, carrying two jars of wine in her hands, she felt that she was just here, she was not too stupid.

Just as he was about to go home, suddenly a light pierced the sky, suddenly raised his head, and several arrows with fire shot into the prison, and then a car full of oil filled with oil lit the fire and was pushed under the gate of the prison.

"Boom." Countless jars exploded, and after a loud bang, the gate of the prison was immediately engulfed in flames, although it was not blown open.

"Whoosh." A group of black-clothed people kept rushing past Mu Jiu's side, with a murderous aura like a ghost in the dark night, and rushed directly towards the heavenly prison, no one noticed Mu Jiu hiding there, of course, she didn't really need a sense of presence at this time.

I robbed the prison, and I didn't know that the big Buddha was locked up inside, and it was such a big battle, which was amazing.

The eagle claw hook was launched directly into the high wall, and one by one climbed the rope eaves and walked the wall, and soon reached the city wall, followed by a burst of swords and swords, fighting all day.

"Kill ......"

Mu Jiu looked at the prison that had been illuminated by the firelight, she decided not to run, she would definitely not be able to break into the prison alone, but it was so 'lively', she should be able to fish in troubled waters, and when these people ran away, she sneaked in and threw the wine to Zhu Yun and left.

She is a bit of an obsessive-compulsive disorder, probably a sequelae left by a workaholic in her previous life, she can't finish what she decides, and her whole body is uncomfortable.

"Boom."

There was another loud bang, and the gate of the prison could not withstand the burning of the oil after all, and half of it fell in response.

Mu Jiu touched a black face towel and covered his face, found a place with few people, hooked the rope they left behind and went up to the wall, it was already a mess inside, and no one paid attention to Mu Jiu's sneak.

The prison is very big, Mu Jiu went around a big circle before entering the place where the people were closed, and met a few jailers on the way, and they were knocked unconscious, although it was not right to beat people, but she could also be regarded as saving their lives, otherwise with the skill of this little shrimp, she could only cut vegetables for the man in black when she went out, and it was better to lie down.

Amitabha.

Zhu Yun is a death row prisoner, so she is naturally locked in the place with the tightest handles, but before Mu Jiu can find the place, she sees a group of people in black carrying a person out, that person is covered in blood, but the headband on the hanging hair makes Mu Jiu look familiar, why does it look a little like Zhu Yun? After all, people who like to use grass green as a hairband, it is not difficult for her not to be impressed.

As if to confirm Mu Jiu's guess, the jailer behind rushed out: "Quick, someone has robbed the spies of the Qin State and caught them." ”

Mu Jiu: "......"

I really want to complain about these shouting jailers, but these people actually robbed the prison to save Zhuyun, such a big force, heh, she feels more like a fool.

Quickly exiting from the prison, Mu Jiu returned to the tree, not to mention, this position is still good.

Open a jar of wine, the wine is fragrant, a sip into the throat, full of strength, although it is a recipe for bamboo rhyme, but after being improved by Mu Jiu, this wine is mellow and fragrant, but unfortunately bamboo rhyme is not blessed with this mouthful.

After sighing for a while, Mu Jiu was ready to go back, this was not a good place to drink.

"Whoosh."

The weapon broke through the air, and it was inserted into the wall with a 'clang', just three inches under Mu Jiu's feet, so frightened that she could stop.

This sword looks a little familiar, half of the body of the long sword is inserted into the wall, she reached out and pulled it, but did not pull it.

A pitch-black carriage slowly drove in the darkness, the fat and strong horse stopped in front of Mu Jiu, and a cold voice came out of the carriage: "Do you want Ben Hou to invite you personally?" ”

More than a dozen black people were like gophers, rushing out from all directions in the blink of an eye, blocking Mu Jiu's path.

Hehe, everything bad has to do with Xiao Junshu, is this person a villain?

Mu Jiu walked to the carriage, his eyes skimmed over the horse pulling the cart, his fingers were itchy, tsk, this horse is fat and strong, his fur is black and shiny, good horse, but unfortunately it is not hers.

The one who drove the car was the guard Nanfeng, who was often beside Xiao Junshu, and he was very discerning to give Mu Jiu a position, and he also pulled up the curtain, and served thoughtfully.

"......" didn't particularly want to go in, before Xiao Junshu threw her on the ground, just the day before yesterday, she kicked Xiao Junshu off the wall, and now Xiao Junshu did bad things and was met by her again, the more this carriage looks, the more it looks like a tiger's den in Longtan, after all, there are so many things, if she is Xiao Junshu, she will definitely kill people.

The carriage is very large, the seats on both sides can make people lie down and sleep, there is a table and cabinet in the carriage, tea sets and snacks are all available, there is no gorgeous decoration, but this wood and carpet are very valuable, especially on the top of this carriage, there are actually inlaid with four night pearls the size of egg yolks to illuminate.

Under the hazy light of the night pearl, Xiao Junsu, who was dressed in a purple dress, was so charming that he looked like a ghost king at night.

This kind of feeling of stretching out his head and shrinking his head is also a knife, but Xiao Junshu is still very patient, and he is not in a hurry to urge her in, his body is slightly tilted, holding a palm-sized small wine bowl in one hand, and drinking wine carelessly.

In the end, Mu Jiu still went in hard, and raised the wine jar in his hand: "Do you want to taste my own bamboo leaf green?" ”

She doesn't admit that she's cowardly, it's a tactic, a tactic.