Zuo Xingyan has never held grudges, because she had a grudge, she took revenge on the spot.

Taking advantage of Song Chatou's explanation to her, Zuo Xingyan took two quick steps and stepped on the heels of the few people in front of her.

Several people's shoes were stepped on, and because Song Chatou was still there, he didn't dare to turn back and question Zuo Xingyan, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

They wore shackles, and they couldn't put their shoes on at all, so they could only pull their shoes forward, and if they walked slowly, they would be scolded and beaten by the yacha, and several people complained bitterly.

Song Chatou told Zuo Xingyan the route and distance, and beckoned to call a yacha.

"Take off Young Master Jing's shackles, he has injuries on his body, and he walks too slowly with shackles."

Song Chatou's reasons are very good.

After the yacha took off the shackles and walked away, Song Chatou glanced apologetically at Jing Beihan and Zuo Xingyan, and explained in a voice that only a few of them could hear.

"I can only do this for the time being, if I help the two of you clearly, I'm afraid that those yacha under my hands will be suspicious, and then I will provoke the suspicion of the one above."

Of these five yachas, only two are Song Chatou's henchmen, and the other three may not be who they are.

The route of exile is not known to everyone, and during exile, the team is likely to change its route due to some irresistible reasons, but those assassins can accurately find their location again and again.

This is very thought-provoking.

Jing Beihan naturally understood what Song Chatou meant, and he nodded lightly, "Lord Song has a heart." ”

"If it's inconvenient, just tell me, I'll find a way to help the two." Song Chatou whispered, raised his feet and left.

Before leaving the back of the team, Song Chatou also deliberately glared at the people in front of him with warning.

Those people trembled with fright, and they didn't dare to cause any more trouble.

The aunt of the Jing family was whipped a few times before, and when she was resting, the old lady asked the Liu family to put some medicine on the aunt's back.

Although men and women are guarded, in this wilderness, even if the old lady finds someone to block it, some will be exposed.

The man who had that good thing struck his neck and peeked twice, but he only saw a few whip marks with open skin and flesh, and the skin and flesh were turned out.

Originally, the wound had dried up and was no longer bleeding, but when the clothes were torn open, the wound was pulled, and the blood beads oozed out again.

Just this wound, not to mention these pampered female dependents of the Jing family, even if they are men, they can't stand it!

At that time, when the medicine was applied, the aunt of the Jing family screamed in pain, which made people's hearts hairy.

They all saw this scene with their own eyes, and they dared to make trouble again, for fear that Song Cha would be annoyed and the whip would fall on them.

For Jing Beihan and Zuo Xingyan, I have seen the differential treatment of Song Chatou just now, where do you dare to make trouble at this time?

A few people shrank their heads like quails, and they didn't even dare to speak.

"Some people are cheap!" Zuo Xingyan said two sentences.

Jing Beihan looked at her swaggering and walking, like a little rooster who has won a fight, not underwhelming, only cute.

Jing Beihan couldn't help but chuckle.

"We've been walking for more than two months, and we're only ...... now" Zuo Xingyan thought back to Song Chatou's words just now, counted with his fingers, and then said, "Seven days!" ”

He had only been on the road for seven days and had been assassinated three times......

Thinking of this, Zuo Xingyan was a little sluggish.

She glanced back at Jing Beihan with resentment, "You're really a troublemaker." ”

Zuo Xingyan's complaint was different from that of the Jing family, Jing Beihan listened to the Jing family's accusations against him, and only felt indifferent.

But Zuo Xingyan's complaint made his heart warm.

Because when she complained, there was only banter in her eyes, not disgust.

This made Jing Beihan understand that even if Zuo Xingyan felt that he was troublesome, she would just talk about it and would not really abandon him.

It's a really good feeling.

In fact, it was not that Zuo Xingyan didn't want to abandon him, but that she had to go through the path of exile.

Because not long ago, when she chatted with Jing Yannian, she learned that the prisoners who escaped during exile did not have a household registration, that is, an ID card.

In ancient times, without an ID card, you couldn't go anywhere.

Because when you enter a small town, you need to look at the household registration, do business and do odd jobs, and no one dares to use you without a household registration.

This is even more terrifying than the modern black household, because the black household will not necessarily be caught.

But if you don't have a household registration here, you are undoubtedly telling someone that you are a fugitive criminal.

No matter where you are, as long as you are still in the territory of the Great Liang Kingdom, you will definitely be hunted down.

It's like a rat crossing the street.

Therefore, Zuo Xingyan didn't dare to run away casually, she still wanted to take supplies and experience the beautiful life in ancient times.

If this becomes a fugitive, won't he have to fight and kill and flee everywhere for the rest of his life?

She doesn't want to!

When I rested that night, I slept in the wilderness again.

This time there were no woods or mountains, and the yacha could not catch prey, so that the dry food they had prepared before was not enough.

The Jing family has twenty-one people, and only nine steamed buns are shared.

Half of one person is not enough.

Song Cha couldn't care about this matter, after all, he had to make sure that the yamen were well fed first.

If the yacha can't eat enough and something happens, who will lead this group of prisoners?

It doesn't matter if the prisoner eats enough or not.

Anyway, you can't die if you're hungry for one or two meals, so it's a big deal to let them drink more water.

The only people Song Chatou cares about now are Jing Beihan and Zuo Xingyan.

He took out two of the three steamed buns that the yacha gave him, and gave them to Zuo Xingyan and the others.

"There is not enough dry food, but you two will never be missing."

Song Chatou had a kind attitude, he was not too flattering, and he was not condescending because he gave the two of them steamed buns.

Zuo Xingyan did not refuse, and took it directly.

The whole steamed bun was given to Jing Yannian, and the remaining Zuo Xingyan was broken in half, half of which was given to Jing Beihan, and the other half was given to Jing Zhong.

When Zuo Xingyan went back, he found that Jing Beihan's steamed buns hadn't moved, and Jing Yannian had only eaten half of the steamed buns.

"Why don't you eat it?" She asked.

"Leave it for my sister-in-law." Jing Yannian said.

Jing Beihan handed the steamed bun to Zuo Xingyan and looked away.

"You gave all the steamed buns to your father, what do you eat for yourself?"

"You two fools, I naturally have something to eat, can I still starve myself?" Zuo Xingyan smiled, and his heart was warm.

She pushed back the two half-pulled steamed buns, "You two eat these first, and I'll give you delicious ones later." ”

So saying, she sat down and dug through her baggage.

The Jing family was also distributing steamed buns, and the nine steamed buns that the Ya sent to the Jing family were directly taken by the old lady, saying that she would divide them.

Jing Zhong has always been filial, even if the old lady is just the aunt of Lao Wu Weihou, he also respects the old lady and respects him everywhere.

So he didn't say anything, and it was up to the old lady to divide it.

The steamed buns were quickly distributed, and twenty-one people and eighteen people were all distributed to the steamed buns.

Only Jing Beihan, Jing Yannian and Zuo Xingyan did not.

Jing Zhong looked at the one-third steamed bun in his hand, and then looked at the half steamed bun sent by Zuo Xingyan, and his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character.