"Ning Gongzi, are you going to the capital?"

Shen Youchu thought about it carefully and asked him rhetorically.

"When are you going?"

Seeing that she really began to think about the departure date, obviously taking her question seriously, Ning Wuxian snorted a little embarrassed, and gently raised her left arm, which was still hanging.

"I'll talk about it when the injury heals, it's too early to tell."

Actually, it's not early.

When King Jin guessed the truth about Zhou An's death, he had to go to the capital if he wanted to.

The King of Jin was able to send someone to take Zhou An back to Beijing and give Jiachu tokens, which shows that Zhou An has a very important position in the heart of King Jin.

If the son is dead, if Lao Tzu wants to take revenge, it is also human nature.

Shen Youchu saw him retreat, and glanced at him with disgust: "Ning Gongzi, are you playing with me?" ”

"No, when have I ever teased you? I'm just making an assumption, okay, let's not talk about it, I'm not interested in the matter of the real guard of the armor guard, Zhou An is also his own choice whether he is dead or alive. ”

Ning Wuxian picked up a stick from the side of the road and handed it to Shen Youchu.

After Shen Youchu grabbed it without thinking about it, he asked him curiously.

"Do what?"

"Hold on, go up the mountain."

A young lady like Shen Youchu, who relies on horse-drawn carriages for travel and guards for fights, even if she walks around for painting, it is impossible to run around the mountain for two consecutive days.

As early as when Shen Youchu grabbed the hem of his clothes, he found that this girl's foot strength couldn't keep up, and he didn't want to say it.

As for why he didn't want to say it, Ning Wuxian's mind flashed a self-inflicted sentimental thought, and he was embarrassed to explain, so he just wanted to be practical.

"But Ning Gongzi, your arm is not good, you still have to pull me away, aren't you tired?"

"Master Hua taught me a set of exercises to make my body healthier and stronger, not to mention dragging you up the mountain, it's no problem to drag Mei Xiang up the mountain together."

"Really? Mei Xiang just said that her shoes hurt her feet, so I asked her to come along? ”

I'll go!

I'm bragging, do you Miss Shen have to poke it?

Ning Wuxian was just about to refuse, but he saw Shen Youchu tilting his head and smiling at him, then clenched the stick in his hand and walked side by side towards the uphill road.

Co-authoring this is teasing him!

Ning Wuxian smiled dumbly, he saw Shen Youchu's laborious appearance, hurriedly trotted two steps, and rushed in front of her.

The two walked forward one after the other, and neither of them spoke again in order to maintain each other's physical strength.

Walking all the way to the place where they met yesterday, the two looked behind in unison.

"Mei Xiang! Lead the way! ”

"Miss, Ning Gongzi, are you done talking?"

It's over early.

It was so far away, as if the two of them were having a private meeting.

Thinking of this, Shen Youchu's cheeks were slightly red, and he secretly glanced at Ning Wuxian.

Yikes!

I don't know if it's because it's a little hot because she walked too fast, how did she see that Ning Gongzi's face was also red?

"Miss Shen, about Zhou An, I hope you can pretend not to know."

Ning Wuxian made a request before Mei Xiang's big mouth arrived.

Shen Youchu nodded like pounding garlic, patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, except for Ju Xiang and me, even my father and mother I won't say it, if Ju Xiang says it, I will punish her severely." ”

Ju Xiang, who was squatting in the bushes, snuggled up to each other on the branch, and after rolling her eyes widely, she grabbed a stone and threw it at them.

"Chirp!"

Sparrows flutter their wings and fly.

Ju Xiang's ears instantly quieted, she patted the dirt on her hands with satisfaction, glanced at her own young lady who was still pulling the stick forward, and couldn't help but worry when she thought of Zhou An's matter.

The Shen family has never participated in the struggle of the royal family, and this time Zhou An's death must be inseparable from Ning Gongzi or Xian County Lord.

If the young lady wants to help them, but does not tell the head of the house, what if something happens?

However, the young lady had just warned her not to speak out, which was really a dilemma.

Ju Xiang regretted it even more at this time.

She shouldn't have come!

"Chirp!"

The annoying sparrow flew back again, landed on the branch and spread its wings to ask for a puppet.

Syllable.

Ju Xiang knocked the male sparrow unconscious, but saw the female sparrow flutter her wings and fly towards other branches, she didn't have time to sigh that the pair of forest birds flew separately when disaster came.

The female sparrow flew half a circle around the tree and flew back to the dazed male sparrow.

Ju Xiang looked at the pair of sparrows, and then looked at her own young lady who was walking on the mountain path, and had a sense of husband and wife, and dispelled the idea of informing.

Miss believes in Ning Gongzi.

Then, she also believed in Ning Gongzi once.

She believed that Ning Gongzi knew Miss's position and would definitely not involve Miss in those struggles between right and wrong.

……

Sunset.

The endless plain of Luancheng was shrouded in an orange light, and the strange and beautiful scene made the soldiers who had been on the road for several days couldn't help but slow down and watch, so as to take a breath.

Only Zhou Jingxian, who was walking in front on horseback, did not dare to relax for a moment.

On horseback, her body has always been like a tight longbow, ready to go.

Whenever there was any disturbance around, she would react, clenching the long sword in her hand, ready to strike at any time.

She will not breathe a sigh of relief until the non-existent crisis has passed, and then continue to guard against all the wind and grass.

"Lord Xian, it's time to bury the pot and make rice."

Ning Feng rode over and reminded in a hoarse voice.

According to the plan, everyone was on duty in three groups, and they were on the road, and the rest of the people were pulled by the board cart specially arranged by Luohe Dao Thorn History, ready to replace them at any time.

Everyone walked for three hours, rested for an hour, buried in the pot and cooked before hurrying.

However, during this hour's rest time, the other officers and soldiers who had been on duty were resting, but Zhou Jingxian stayed by the eleven board carts loaded with tobacco seeds, and the distance would definitely not exceed 100 paces.

"Stop, I've just eaten a few wild fruits, and I'm not hungry."

Zhou Jingxian unscrewed the kettle cork and poured another sip of cold water.

She didn't hold on, but hurried against the heat, and she really didn't feel hungry.

If it weren't for the sake of maintaining her physical strength, she wouldn't even want to eat wild fruits, but occasionally the ice drink fruit plate she ate in Jinling would pop up in her head, and her mouth would be full of relish.

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

The officers and men, who were just about to change their shifts, heard the sound of horses' hooves galloping behind them, and before they could react.

A red dress floated by, and Zhou Jingxian, who was riding on horseback, had rushed out of the distance.

"Alas, Lord Xian is really moved by the wind, and he can't be idle for a moment."

Ning Feng saw that there was only one rider and was about to signal that everyone didn't have to worry, when he felt an awe-inspiring murderous aura coming, and he couldn't help but clench the tiger head knife in his hand.

"Alert!"

"Enemy attack!"

100 zhang away.

Jia Chu rode the best fierce horse selected from Lai'an County, galloped on the plain with a wide field of vision, and from a distance, he saw the train convoy opened and protected by officers and soldiers.

And, that dazzling red dress.

Zhou Jingxian.

Xian County Lord.

It's her!

She must have killed the little marquis.

Jia Chu held the reins in his right hand, and touched the oilcloth bag on his chest with his left hand.

Inside is a handful of ashes of the little marquis.