Early in the morning, Huang Taiji woke up from his sleep.

Last night, a heavy snowfall covered the entire Baylor Mansion with a layer of silver, looking at the snow scene outside the window, Huang Taiji was in a good mood.

He had washed up under the service of a group of maidservants, and was sitting at the table eating his breakfast leisurely, when he saw a servant hurrying in and prostrating himself at him, and shouting:

"Lord Belle, Mr. Fan asks to see."

Huang Taiji frowned, a little strange, how could Fan Wencheng come to him so early?

So he waved his hand, "Let him in." ”

After a while, Fan Wencheng hurriedly walked in, looking at his hurried look, Huang Taiji couldn't help but smile and asked:

"Mr. Fan, coming in such a hurry so early in the morning, is there something happy about it?"

Fan Wencheng shook his head again and again, gasped and said, "Lin Ping'an ran away." ”

Huang Taiji was taken aback for a moment, and asked with some doubts:

"Ran away? Why did he run? ”

As soon as he heard this, Fan Wencheng knew that the Lord Belle in front of him must have forgotten what he had said a few days ago.

So he smiled bitterly and said:

"Last night, the sticky pole sent a sticky pole man to kill all the people in Lin Ping'an's house, but Lin Ping'an was the only one missing."

Hearing this, Huang Taiji sighed, and only then did he remember what he had said a few days ago.

He frowned and asked, "Since you sent a killer, why did you leave that kid alone?" ”

"It's not that it's missing, it's that the sticky stick man we sent out is dead!"

This sentence surprised Huang Taiji, he stared at Fan Wencheng, and asked later: "You mean to say that our sticky pole man died, but Lin Ping'an ran away, how is this possible?" ”

In Huang Taiji's heart, Lin Ping'an is just a child, and even if he sends someone casually at the sticky pole, he can easily complete the task, how can this be?

Fan Wencheng nodded slowly and said in a deep voice:

"It should be the night watchman of Daming who killed our sticky man and rescued Lin Ping'an."

"Night's watchman?"

Huang Taiji shouted directly, "Could it be the most mysterious institution in the Daming Jinyi Guard?" ”

"That's right, if I'm not mistaken, it must have been the Shadowless Division of the Night's Watch who did it."

Fan Wencheng sighed: "This matter was handled too hastily, and he only sent a sticky rod man over, but he didn't expect that the Ming Night's Watch had already set his sights on Lin Ping'an, to be precise, on the blood exchange Dafa in Lin Ping'an's hands." ”

This sentence made Huang Taiji suddenly unable to sit still, he suddenly got up, and shouted in his mouth:

"No, this method must not fall into the hands of Da Ming!"

Fan Wencheng nodded and said, "I have already notified the City Defense Department to set up checkpoints at various city gates, if this person has not yet left the city, it will definitely be easy to do." ”

Speaking of this, his eyes flickered, and his face showed a trace of helplessness, and then said: "But according to my guess, since the Daming night watchman came prepared, it is estimated that he has already left Shengjing City at this moment. ”

Hearing this, Huang Taiji's brows furrowed even tighter, and he muttered: "It's a long way to Daming, and with the heavy snow last night, even if you have already gone out of the city gate, you must not be able to run far." ”

After saying this, he looked at Fan Wencheng and commanded:

"Let the sticky pole and the city defense department send cavalry to chase and kill all the way, and don't let that kid return to the territory of Daming alive!"

Fan Wencheng didn't dare to slack off, and immediately bowed down and took the order.

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On the vast snowfield, a black carriage moved rapidly in the moonlight like a small black dot.

Along the way, Lin Ping'an had already changed three carriages, and almost every once in a while, there was a carriage waiting on the road, which was obviously arranged by Nangong Cheng early in the morning.

Lin Ping'an sat in the carriage and stayed awake all night.

Every time he closes his eyes, Wan'er's figure will appear in his mind.

What a lively and lovely little girl, but she was pierced in the chest by a serpent's sword!

Thinking of the bloody hole, Lin Ping'an couldn't help but tremble.

Anger, self-blame, sadness......

These emotions constantly entangled him, making him clench his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and his whole body almost collapsed.

"Huang Taiji, I will grass your eighteenth generation ancestor!"

He cursed inwardly, the anger burning in his chest like a wildfire.

"Okay, Huang Taiji, aren't you afraid that I will teach Da Ming the method of blood transfusion?"

"In that case, I don't mind letting you taste those powerful firearms in the future!"

Lin Ping'an let out a series of sneers in his heart, from this moment on, he, a traverser of later generations, could be regarded as having an incomprehensible hatred with the future Qing Dynasty.

The carriage was bumpy, even in the car, Lin Ping'an's ears could still hear the howling of the north wind,

The figures of the Dorgon brothers and Da Yu'er appeared in his mind, and a little entanglement was inexplicably born in his heart.

"Ann?"

He whispered softly in his mouth, "In this way, can I still do the peace of life and death with them?" ”

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The night faded away, and a glimmer of light came out of the sky.

Dawn is coming.

Lin Ping'an didn't know where he was now, and he didn't know how far he had run that night, he opened the car window and lifted the curtain, but he only saw the endless white snowfield.

After a while, the carriage slowly stopped, and Lin Ping'an knew that it was time to change the carriage again without asking.

Sure enough, a black carriage came from not far away, and a man jumped off the wheel, walked quickly to Lin Ping'an's car, opened the door, bowed down and said:

"Shadowless Division Wan Feng was ordered to come to greet Childe."

Lin Ping'an couldn't remember the names of the previous officials of the Shadowless Division, so he just jumped out of the carriage mechanically, and then mechanically got into another carriage.

He rubbed his face, lifted the front curtain of the carriage, and asked Wan Feng, who was driving the carriage:

"How long do we have left to enter Daming?"

"Turning over the three mountain beams in front of you is the jurisdiction boundary of the Ming Dynasty."

Wan Feng replied in a deep voice, his eyes staring at the front.

Following Wan Feng's gaze, Lin Ping'an could already see the outline of the mountain beam in the distance, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

But at this moment, Lin Ping'an seemed to hear a dull sound, this sound from far to near, from small to loud, just like the beating of war drums.

Hearing this voice, Wan Feng, who was driving, hurriedly turned around, his expression suddenly changed greatly, and he cursed:

"Oops, the Tartars are coming after you."

Sure enough, in Lin Ping'an's sight, hundreds of Houjin cavalry rolled up snowflakes on the ground and were chasing after him like a violent wind.

"What should I do?"

Lin Ping'an was shocked in his heart and asked.

Wan Feng was silent, but whipped the whip in his hand the horse's body.

The three horses let out a long neigh, and the carriage sped up like arrows towards the mountain beam.

There was a shout from the Houjin cavalry behind him, and Lin Ping'an seemed to have seen the long knives in the hands of those cavalrymen.

"Grandma, is it inevitable that Lao Tzu will die after all?"

He cried out in his heart, remembering that he had just crossed back into this world, and the same scene had been.

He could have saved Dolgon's life at that moment, but now?

Those Houjin cavalry are clearly here to kill themselves!

Lin Ping'an's forehead suddenly oozed a layer of fine beads of sweat, although the mountain beam was getting closer and closer, but what if it was over?

Although Shanliang is the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty, there are no less than 100 pursuers behind him, is it possible that after Shanliang, a Ming army is waiting for him there?

Lin Ping'an suddenly had a kind of despair called the heavens should not be and the earth was not spiritual.