Just as Zhuang Mengdie secretly complained that there was still one person who had not solved the problem, the thin voice of the horse on the shore screamed, and he immediately rode the horse away.

Zhuang Mengdie was stunned, and then felt funny. If this person comes forward, he is afraid that he will not even have the strength to resist and will be arrested, but that person thinks that he is not an opponent and runs away as fast as he can save his life.

Zhuang Mengdie, who let go of his heart, took a big breath of fresh air, and his cold body instinctively leaned towards the corpse that still had body temperature on his side, Zhuang Mengdie hesitated again and again, and finally did not move away, greedily absorbing some warmth from a corpse that was still bleeding.

"Even if you run back and call someone...... Anyway, leave me a horse......" Zhuang Mengdie muttered weakly.

I don't know how long it took, the sky gradually darkened, and Zhuang Mengdie couldn't tell what time it was, so he couldn't tell how long it would take for that person to call back reinforcements.

All she knew was that she had to leave as soon as possible. So, after she felt that her strength had recovered a little, she didn't dare to slack off and get up. Glancing back at the corpse, he saw that the man was dressed as a palace guard.

Sure enough, it was their hand...... If there was no one to support them, how could a little guard dare to hurt her, the Third Highness?

Smart as Zhuang Mengdie, there is no need to think deeply about such a question, she already has the answer in her heart, the corner of her mouth hooked a sneer, and she said to herself: "It is said that if you don't die, there will be a blessing, since the sky is not dead, I Zhuang Mengdie...... I, Zhuang Mengdie, am not something that can be manipulated at will. ”

"Hehe......" After sneering, Zhuang Mengdie slowly put away her smile, and burst out of her throat in an eerie tone that seemed to seep from the depths of hell, and said in a low voice: "Since you want to put me to death, and I don't die, then your future life will not be so good!"

Zhuang Mengdie slowly stood up and walked in the direction of the valley with difficulty. Now she doesn't have a horse, her feet are too slow, and it seems that there is only this avenue to go back to the old Qing City, but it is too ostentatious to walk on the avenue.

Although Zhuang Mengdie can choose to return from the waterway, her body still needs a period of rest and is not suitable for diving. The only way to do this is to hide in the valley to avoid the pursuing guards, and then make plans after your strength is fully recovered.

Zhuang Mengdie walked slowly along the riverbank, her swaying body staggering in a few steps, and her steps staggered. But Zhuang Mengdie still held on to her spirit and remained vigilant at all times. Suddenly, she faintly heard the neighing of horses in front of her, as well as the sound of impatient horses' hooves, Zhuang Mengdie continued to move forward suspiciously, and she didn't understand until she saw a broken prison cart.

Looking at the shattered prisoner cart and a dead horse that was soaked in water and no longer moved, Zhuang Mengdie once again marveled at how hard she was, it was a miracle that she could survive such a heavy impact.

The other, still alive, paced impatiently, shaking his head and neighing in pain.

When Zhuang Mengdie was in Jiangzhu Mountain, he followed Yu Twelve to the horse farm to take care of the horses in Jiangzhu Mountain.

Seeing that the horse was so irritable, and then thinking of the two horses running abnormally at that time, Zhuang Mengdie suddenly realized, so she cautiously stepped forward and whistled to appease the horse's emotions.

The horse kept shaking its head, and Zhuang Mengdie deliberately made his movements light and slow, so as not to stimulate it. Then he slowly broke off a grass and tentatively approached the tall horse.

When the hand touched the horse, it sensitively took a few steps back, Zhuang Mengdie continued to whistle softly, and the hand stroked it lightly a few times, relaxing its vigilance. When the horse no longer rejected her caress but continued to shake her head, Zhuang Mengdie gently touched the horse's head with one hand to continue to soothe, and with the other hand carefully pinched the blade of grass and put it into the horse's ear, struggling to discern the situation in the horse's ear from the almost dark night.

The horse was quiet, and let Zhuang Mengdie stretch the blades of grass into its ears. Zhuang Mengdie knew that she had found the right place, so she wholeheartedly swept the horse's ears with a blade of grass, until a louse came out of its ear, and the horse was completely quiet.

Although Zhuang Mengdie couldn't see the tiny lice clearly in the night, he could feel that the foreign object in his ear had been taken out from the horse's reflection, so Zhuang Mengdie stopped, who knew that as soon as he stopped, he felt that his feet were weak, and he collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

Zhuang Mengdie smiled bitterly and held her obviously trembling wrist, her legs trembling like twitches. Repeatedly tensing her nerves and overdrawing her physical strength, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but worry that when she was completely relaxed due to her final safety, the violent rebound of her body would kill her.

But the horse seemed to be human, leaning down and gently rubbing Zhuang Mengdie, Zhuang Mengdie smiled tiredly, patted it gently, and said softly: "I wanted to get a horse to walk, but now I have it, but I don't even have the strength to turn over the horse...... If you're really psychic, can you get down on your knees and let me climb on your back?"

Half-jokingly, Zhuang Mengdie's heart certainly didn't expect the horse to really kneel in front of her. She smiled tiredly, and her body slowly fell unconsciously, just when she thought she would fall to the ground, suddenly her body slammed, and the horse actually took a step forward, so that the fallen Zhuang Mengdie happened to lean on its forelimbs.

Zhuang Mengdie didn't know what was going on for a while, but the horse slowly bent its limbs to the ground, and Zhuang Mengdie also leaned down on the horse's back. She was stunned for a moment, then climbed on the horse's back with difficulty, and waited for Zhuang Mengdie to stabilize herself on the horse's back, and the horse stood up again and lifted Zhuang Mengdie up. Zhuang Mengdie leaned on the horse's neck, grabbed the horse's mane with both hands, and finally leaned over the horse's back steadily.

Zhuang Mengdie rubbed the horse with her face, and joked with a smile of disbelief: "What kind of dog slave who is not long-eyed, actually let such a spirit horse pull the prisoner car?"

The horse immediately neighed, as if he completely agreed with Zhuang Mengdie's words, and Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but laugh at the horse.

Zhuang Mengdie tentatively patted the left side of the horse's neck, and the horse really turned around obediently. Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but smile again: "It's really a rare spirit horse, maybe you are destined to save my Zhuang Mengdie's life." ”

The horse snorted, which was in response to Zhuang Mengdie's words, Zhuang Mengdie was really tired, and she couldn't laugh anymore, so she said "drive" weakly, and the horse began to walk slowly in the direction of the valley.

The steady pacing prevented Zhuang Mengdie from falling off the horse, and Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help but relax her heart. opened her already dry eyelids, and a strong sense of tiredness came overwhelmingly, and Zhuang Mengdie could no longer restrain herself from falling into a deep sleep.

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