It was dawn, and Shen Qingyang and Liu Qi had not returned. The people in the inn all ran out to catch the dogs, leaving only an old man with weak legs and feet.

Mei Xue led Jiu'er to the kitchen to cook by herself.

Seeing Mei Xue stew the soup in a big pot, the old man who was trembling with nervousness said tentatively:

"Girl, you just need to take care of your own food, and the little old man can make do with the food of our people."

Mei Xue shook her head, and said to him while busy with the work in her hands:

"The old man doesn't have to be polite, it doesn't take much effort."

Jiu'er also sympathized with the old man, seeing that he was working hard, and when the meal was ready, he first filled a bowl for him to eat.

Jiu'er brought the food to the county lord of Changle, and Mei Xue carried Du Zhe's food into the next room.

Du Zhe was still lying on the bed, and when he saw Mei Xue entering the house with food, he sat up busily.

He felt more and more that Mei Xue in front of him was a very strange person.

Shen Qingyang is such a respectful person, how can he do this work of serving people?

Mei Xue was very calm, and didn't care about the doubts in Du Zhe's eyes, put the kang table on the bed, and set the food for him and said:

"Eat it while it's hot, I'm sure Lord Shen will definitely be back before noon, don't be afraid."

After Mei Xue finished speaking, she sat down by the window, poured a cup of hot tea and drank it slowly.

Du Zhe's eyes were red, he looked at Mei Xue and said:

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm ready to die, but I really hope you can cure my grandfather's illness."

Mei Xue didn't ask anything, only nodded.

Although it was only a brief contact, her intuition told Mei Xue that Du Zhe in front of her was not the kind of person she said was rumored.

This young man must have a story that outsiders don't know.

After Du Zhe finished eating, Mei Xue withdrew the dishes and went to eat by herself, and when she finished cleaning up, she came back to guard Du Zhe.

The heavy snow had long since stopped, but there was no one to clean up at the post station, so there was still a thick layer of snow in the yard.

Mei Xue poured Du Zhe a cup of tea and sat by the window to read, Du Zhe quietly looked at her several times, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Miss Mei, I heard that you cured the illness of the prince of Shu, are you very familiar with him?"

Mei Xue couldn't help but smile slightly.

In the end, it is still a teenager's nature, even if it is sad, curiosity is still indispensable.

Mei Xue nodded.

Du Zhe saw that Mei Xue was willing to chat with him, so he asked her how Li Jin's temperament was, saying that he had only heard others talk about it, saying that the prince of Shu was a person with outstanding appearance.

Du Zhe's words made Mei Xue laugh, she put down the book in her hand and looked at Du Zhe and said:

"Shizi, like Lord Shen, is a very good-hearted person. The difference is that Lord Shen is cold and kind-hearted, while Shizi has a good temper and is very gentle. ”

Du Zhe let out a "hmm", suddenly laughed and said:

"The county lord's sister is good-looking, and she doesn't seem to have much of a fight, I'm very happy that Brother Shen can marry her."

Obviously, the news that Emperor Mingde gave Shen Qingyang a marriage had already spread to Yanzhou.

Mei Xue nodded with a smile and looked at Du Zhe calmly.

This young man has a simplicity in his bones that is rare for the children of the family.

The reason why he is notorious must be that there must be some unspeakable suffering.

Shen Qingyang really rushed back before noon, followed by the people in the post station, and some nearby villagers.

Jiu'er immediately took out the silver ticket and gave it to everyone, Shen Qingyang didn't dare to delay for a moment, and killed the black mad dog with a knife.

Mei Xue dressed Du Zhe's wound, wrapped his leg well, and then said while cleaning her hands:

"In half a month, as long as you don't appear afraid of light and water, you will be fine in the future."

Du Zhe nodded and said to Shen Qingyang and Mei Xue:

"Brother Shen, Miss Mei, you rush to save my grandfather first, I can chase you behind, I will do it as soon as possible."

Shen Qingyang ignored him, turned around and went out.

After eating, Shen Qingyang did not rest, gave his war horse to Du Zhe, and he picked a horse from the post station and went on the road.

Although the snow stopped, the road was still difficult to walk, and when it was dark, everyone did not make it to the next station.

It's cold and it's not possible to camp out in the wild like you used to.

Shen Qingyang found a leeward col and lit a fire so that a few people could drink hot snow water.

Seeing the county lord of Changle gnawing on the frozen dough cake without care, Du Zhe looked around and said:

"There are still more than 100 miles to go, if we continue to walk, we will be able to reach Yanzhou City before noon tomorrow."

Mei Xue and the county lord of Changle both looked at Shen Qingyang, in such a cold weather, it was indeed safer to travel than to rest.

Moreover, in this white snowfield, there is no need to worry about not being able to see the road.

Shen Qingyang sneered, looked at the distance and said:

"Then we have to be able to get on the road."

Du Zhe immediately stood up and pulled out the sword at his waist with a "swish".

It had been three days since he had escaped from the Yan Palace, enough for those people to find his whereabouts.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before a large number of people on horseback appeared in the north, and the horses must have been wrapped in footcloths and caged mouths.

Because, there was no sound.

Shen Qingyang sneered, took off the spear from his horse and held it in his hand, and said to Du Zhe and the county lord of Changle:

"You two take care of Miss Mei and Jiu'er, just don't distract me."

The county lord of Changle and Du Zhe both nodded, Du Zhe held his sword, and the county lord of Changle set up a bow and arrow, protecting Mei Xue and Jiu'er behind him.

The col behind them is four or five feet high, and it is a good natural barrier.

Shen Qingyang mounted his horse and galloped away, his tall back gradually becoming smaller in the snow. Liu Qi followed closely beside Shen Qingyang, the long knife in his hand flashing with cold light in the snowy night.

The faster they attacked, the farther away Mei Xue and the others were.

The sound of the weapon crashing was particularly harsh in the snowy night, Du Zhe looked at the entangled black shadows in the distance, and suddenly choked up and said:

"When Brother Shen followed my grandfather into the army, I was still young, and I only saw him a few times, and I didn't even say a few words.

But people said that Brother Shen was brave and invincible, and even his grandfather sighed, saying that if our Du family could produce a child like Brother Shen, he would be able to go with peace of mind. ”

Mei Xue was silent, glanced at Du Zhe's side face and did not speak.

The heirs of Yan Wangfu are thin, otherwise, the old prince would not have dared to relieve his armor and support the elderly when he was over seventy years old.

The fighting in the distance continued, and the county lord of Changle was obviously anxious, but she was not a willful person who was ignorant, so although her hands were shaking with nervousness, she still held back.

Obey Shen Qingyang's instructions and stay where he is without moving.

Figures fell one after another, and wounded horses fled in all directions with a wail.

When Shen Qingyang came back with a spear, his face and body were covered with blood splatters.

Taking the handkerchief handed over by the county lord of Changle, Shen Qingyang asked Du Zhe while wiping the blood on his face:

"Is that why you ran out? Do you want to go to the capital to file a complaint or prepare to die in the world? ”

Du Zhe shook his head:

"No, I heard that there is a miracle doctor living in the mountains here, and I want to find it back to treat my grandfather."

Speaking of this, Du Zhe suddenly laughed and said sarcastically:

"With my reputation, it's useless to sue anywhere, no one will believe it."

He said it with a smile, but Mei Xue clearly saw tears flashing in his eyes.

Everyone was silent, and it took a long time to quietly get on their horses and set off again.

Passing by the place where Shen Qingyang was fighting just now, Mei Xue took a look.

The people who died in the snow were all dressed as mountain bandits, but the dead or wounded horses were obviously war horses.

The person who wants to hunt down Du Zhe is really blatant enough.

(End of chapter)