Chapter 1227 Sounds Like Mourning
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After several consecutive days of early departure and late return, the day when Zhu Changxun led the army to the expedition finally came.
Early in the morning, Jiang Shu took the bags that had been carefully arranged for him for a few days, and instructed Yun Lingling to take good care of Hua'er in the mansion, so he and he rode with him in the low-key and luxurious blue-roofed carriage of their Fuwang Mansion driven by Song Case, and went straight to Desheng Gate, which was one of the northern city gates, and prepared to exit through Juyong Pass, the closest pass to Beijing.
Since Najuyong Pass is not close to the capital, it was already dusk when the three of them walked all the way.
In order to avoid being late and not being able to settle down in the nearest big elm town, he also had to camp in the wilderness, after getting out of the car, he handed over the bags in his hand to Zhu Changxun, and after a few more words, Jiang Shu let him go out of the customs and meet the army waiting outside the gate.
And she and Song Case stood in the open gate, watching him lead the sergeants to set off and walk away, until the mighty army slowly turned into a writhing little black line, and then walked back to the carriage with some amazement.
By this time, the twilight had gradually shrouded in, and the vision was blurry a few feet away.
Worried that he would encounter any danger when walking at night, and that he could not afford to be a guard, Song proposed to go to a nearby town to find an inn to stay in for one night, and then set off early the next morning.
Jiang Shu was bumpy all the way, and he was very tired, and he was looking for a place to rest, so he naturally had no opinion on this, and nodded happily in agreement.
She thought that at this time, the town located outside the city must have fallen silent, but when she and Song Case got into the car one after another, and walked all the way to the entrance of the town, she heard a sad music from inside.
"What's going on?" Curious, she leaned over and lifted the low-hanging curtain of the car and asked Song Case, who was sitting outside driving.
"I don't know," Song stopped and turned his head to look at her, "That voice sounds like mourning, maybe someone from some family has died and is holding a funeral." ”
"Who's going to have a funeral at night!" Jiang Shu's brows furrowed slightly, and he groaned slightly, "Okay, don't worry about it, let's go, it's important to find an inn." ”
"Yes." Song Case respectfully agreed, and slowly turned around.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Just as he tightened the reins and prepared to drive on, several rude male voices suddenly came from not far ahead.
Immediately afterwards, a woman dressed in plain clothes ran desperately from a nearby corner under the pursuit of several men who were also wearing filial piety clothes.
Because of the rush of running, he did not pay attention to the road under his feet, and he had not run far forward when he tripped over a raised stone, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.
Seeing that she was about to be caught up by those people, she desperately wanted to stand up, but because her physical strength was really weak, she couldn't get up at all, and in despair, she had no intention of catching a glimpse of Song Case in the carriage opposite, and hurriedly raised her hand to him: "Help...... Help ......"
Song case's eyes lit up, and he quickly flew forward, turned around, and only heard a few pops, and the men who were about to catch the woman fell to the ground on all fours without exception.
Jiang Shu took a step back and got out of the car, strode over, and bent down to help the woman up: "Girl, are you okay?" ”
The voice fell, and by the faint light from the courtyard of the nearby family, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the woman's unclear side face, and a look of shock suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Wood butterfly? How are you?! ”
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