Zheng Anping woke up and felt tired all over. The straw underneath him is thick, soft, and slightly prickly. It was dark in the room, but here by the window, a ray of sunlight was already shining on his face. Zheng Anping has never gotten up so late, and it is his norm to go out every day by the morning light and even the starlight.

"I'm so tired." He forgave himself, stretched his legs, and was full of pain from his legs to his waist, and turned his body slightly, and his whole body made a series of explosions.

Stimulated by pain, Zheng Anping's eyes flashed yesterday's experience: he set off against the moon, stopped outside a ruined city, and hid; Then a team of Qin army warriors was found......

Zheng Anping sat up suddenly, and then he remembered that his crossbow, arrows, and halberd were still in Xin Lingjun's car, and he was completely bare-handed. He looked up, and the leather armor and two grain bags were still standing against the wall next to the straw.

The figure of a woman flashed outside the door, she was clearly busy with something.

Zheng Anping got up from the straw mat, patted the straw on his clothes, and prepared to leave. The woman seemed to hear the movement in the house, walked in, and knelt down by the door: "Ye slept so sweetly at night!" I often come to the little slave in my free time, and I can sleep soundly every night. She said as she pushed over a crockpot.

For the first time, Zheng Anping carefully looked at the woman who slept with him at night, thin and weak, wearing three layers of undergarments, all torn, showing flesh here and there, with a smile on her face.

"How old are you?" Zheng Anping turned around to get the grain bag and asked casually.

"The little slave is lonely, I don't know how big it is. has been raised by the township. ”

Zheng Anping filled the small can, put on leather armor, put the grain bag on his back, and walked out the door.

The view in front of the door is broad, and the square in front of it, the haystacks on the square, and the big trees on the side of the square are all vividly visible. Zheng Anping's heart moved, and he felt that he would go to Guancheng now, and he didn't know who to find, so he couldn't just say that he would see Xinlingjun, so it was better to wait for Ma San and others to come and enter Guancheng together. So he said to the woman, "Dare to borrow another night, and leave again tomorrow!" ”

A trace of horror flashed in the woman's eyes: "The little slave has no food at home, I'm afraid it will ......"

Zheng Anping replied: "I only eat the grain I brought, and I'll give you a can of corn?" ”

The woman looked at Zheng Anping hesitantly and nodded slowly.

Zheng Anping said again: "Carrying water, collecting firewood, I can help." ”

A hint of ruddy flashed on the woman's face, and she bowed her head and said, "Don't dare to work ...... master"

At this time, a little boy ran over, holding a small jar in his hand, which contained the freshly beaten water: "Mother, another jar of water." But suddenly saw Zheng Anping by the door, and his smile condensed into horror.

Zheng Anping glanced at the frightened child, took the crockpot that was almost falling from his hand, and poured water into a large jar.

The woman came back to her senses first and slapped the child's head: "Silly! It's big! ”

Zheng Anping said: "Go and give Dana a big jar, and we will go to draw water together." ”

The child glanced at Zheng Anping suspiciously, then looked at the woman, walked under the eaves, and hugged a big and dirty crockpot, with a big round belly and a small mouth, which made people feel like they were filled with wine. Zheng Anping took the jar and weighed it with his hand, some weights. He took off his leather armor and food bag, put his hand into the mouth of the jar and carried it, and said to the child, "Take the elder to draw water." ”

The child looked at Zheng Anping, then at the woman, also picked up the jug, and walked towards the river, followed by Zheng Anping.

The river is a long way from the hut. The child held the jug and did not dare to go fast; Zheng Anping also patiently followed him slowly. casually asked, "What's your name?" "The kid doesn't answer." How old are you? The child didn't answer. Zheng Anping asked again: "Do you often have a big family coming?" The child seemed to be angry and stamped his feet. Are they all bad for you? The child finally squeezed out two words fiercely: "Not good!" ”

Zheng Anping said: "Don't worry, the conference is good for you!" ”

The child said aggrievedly: "You bully my mother!" ”

Zheng Anping replied: "No, I gave one can of millet, ah no, two cans!" ”

The child glared at Zheng Anping fiercely and said, "That's also bullying!" He quickened his pace as he spoke.

Zheng Anping felt helpless, so he had to keep up, and said: "Da never bullies people,...... Don't lie to you,...... Lie to you not ......"

As they spoke, the two came to the nearest creek. It was almost early winter, the water was already shallow, and the banks were overgrown with dry reeds. The child went down to the river. Here, due to the frequent fetching of water, the reeds are pulled out or trampled down. Zheng Anping followed down to the river, and felt that the jug in his hand was really dirty, so he pulled out a few reeds, formed a bunch, put them in the ditch, and brushed them vigorously. The child draws the water, squats on the side and waits quietly.

Zheng Anping brushed the jug inside and out, drew the water, lifted it, felt a little heavy, one hand could not be lifted for a long time, and decided to follow the example of a child and carry it home.

He took off his shirt and tucked it around his waist, ready to pick up the jug, when he suddenly felt a hint of fear, as if a threat was coming. Zheng Anping was startled, looked around, listened, couldn't see anything, couldn't hear.

He walked up to the child and said, "This is a dangerous slope, you go up empty-handed, and hand you a large jug!" ”

The child climbed up the slope as he was told. Zheng Anping handed the small jug up, and the child bent down to hug it. Zheng Anping asked casually, "Are there any living people around?" ”

While holding the jug, the child looked around with his eyes and said, "There are a few people on the road." ”

Zheng Anping said: "You wait, help the big one pick up." ”

The child agreed, his eyes still looking around.

Zheng Anping went to carry the water tank and lifted it to the shore, and asked, "How many people are there?" ”

"Five."

"Can you see something hanging from your waist?"

"It's like a sword."

"You still know the sword!"

"Of course."

Zheng Anping seemed to be unable to hold the heavy jug, and as soon as his hand was released, the jug suddenly fell sideways. Zheng Anping hurriedly grabbed a handful, but fortunately, the jug was not broken, but the water was all spilled.

Zheng Anping had no choice but to say to the child: "You go back with the small jar first, and then go up after drawing water." ”

The child agreed, picked up the jug and left.

When Zheng Anping saw the child leaving, he immediately flashed into the depths of the reeds next to him and poked his head out of the river bank to watch. Sure enough, I saw five people coming from the avenue, with swords hanging from their waists, and one of them was still a little lame, it seemed that it was the five people who had dealt with last night.

"Why don't they leave when they are hurt, but continue to go deeper. Could it be that they are not ordinary spies, but assassins? This flash of thought made Zheng Anping feel cold all over his body, and sweat flowed down. They carried swords, certainly not to find out the news, but to kill.

The first thought in Zheng Anping's mind was "escape". No matter what these people do, as long as they don't interfere, they will never be uncomfortable with themselves.

But...... If they can't get along with themselves, then why run away? Isn't that a burn? Zheng Anping naturally had another thought in his heart.

Just hide here and wait for them to pass. They are definitely not coming at me, and my cheap life is not worth five sharp soldiers. Xinlingjun is about the same.

Shin Ling Jun! This thought startled Zheng Anping again. If they were coming for Xinling-kun, hiding under the bridge last night would be the best place to act.

They failed in their assassination attempt, and they should have gone back, so why should they go further? Xinlingjun has already entered the camp, is it ......

Zheng Anping's mind flashed the resolute face of Xin Lingjun and Jin Contempt last night. According to the plan, Xinlingjun should have just left the Great Wall now, and these five sharps should go to another ambush to solve Xinlingjun. And Xin Lingjun obviously got the news in advance, so he took the risk of starry night bicycles to rush to the military camp to avoid the ambush of the sharp soldiers.

Zheng Anping didn't know if he was right, but the thought alone already made him tremble: it meant that someone had spread the news of Xinlingjun's envoy to the military camp, and it was so timely that the Qin army had time to deploy a killer.

But the current situation is that Xinlingjun has entered the barracks, and it seems that Qin Ruishi's assassination mission has completely failed. But they were inferior, and continued to rush to the next ambush point, waiting for Xinlingjun to pass by and send out a thunderous blow.

"You don't have a chance!" Zheng Anping gloated, but immediately laughed at himself, what does Xinlingjun's life and death have to do with you! He is a prince and a younger brother, under one Liang, above 10,000 people, Xinling Jun, and thousands of guests. He is just a military pawn, although he is more than the next, but he is not more than Erer. The Wei army had 50,000 soldiers, and each time they went into battle, they would suffer thousands of casualties, and then the same number would be replenished. Basically, life is like a mustard.

"Why are you here? Don't you just want to avoid the war! Zheng Anping said to himself in his heart, "You still care about the life and death of Xinling Jun." But there is always a feeling rising in him, that is, last night, he, Zheng Anping, became the right man of Xin Lingjun's car.

"Hmph, Xinlingjun's car right, naturally he will care about his safety!" He seemed to be explaining himself. It's ridiculous that he has been a car driver overnight and has evoked such a strong sense of responsibility.

Zheng Anping was thinking wildly while staring at the movements of the five people on the road.

The five people on the road walked along the main road, and they also sat down under the Yikou tree, as if they were discussing something. Suddenly, one of them seemed to see the child, and pointed to the hut that hung alone outside the city. Soon, the five of them got up and walked towards the hut.

Blood rushed to his head, and Zheng Anping found that the situation was not good: they were not passing by, but they were going to act here! The base of the operation was chosen in the hut where the woman lived; And there is still his own leather armor there, as long as he can recognize it at a glance, these things are by no means what a woman should have, and its owner must be a Wei military soldier.