"Why are you holding me back?"

After Zhao Mengchuan left, Hu Zemin was still angry.

Chen Ziang shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten our mission? Killing that Zhao Mengchuan is important, but rescuing the imprisoned ministers here is our goal." Do you understand?" and only now did he know why the old gentleman had refused.

With Hu Zemin's temperament, if he doesn't pay attention to it, his identity may be exposed, not to mention that he will rescue everyone at that time, but he is afraid that he will also be in prison.

Hu Zemin came to his senses when he was told this, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now." ”

"It's fine. Chen Ziang reminded: "It's just that you have to remember that you can't continue to commit crimes in the future, you know?"

Hu Zemin nodded and replied, "This is nature. It's just that Chen Ziang shook his head slightly, and he didn't have much hope for this matter, after all, the nature of the country is easy to change, and if Hu Zemin changed his personality just because of a few words, it would be too fake.

"It's just that I'm curious, why is Zhao Mengchuan so angry?" Calming down, Chen Ziang was puzzled.

Hu Zemin replied: "Well, maybe he was insulted? After all, this person is like this, and if he is angry, he will anger others." In the past, when my father was an official in the same court as him, he heard the news that his slaves had escaped. ”

"So that's it?"

The corners of Chen Ziang's mouth curled slightly, with a smile.

He said to Hu Zemin: "It's not too late now, you go and rest for a while." ”

"Huh, are you going to continue?" Hu Zemin replied.

Chen Ziang nodded and said, "That's right. You also see that the place is heavily guarded, and the carriages are chained to prevent those insiders from escaping. If they don't find the key, even if they are rescued, they won't be able to escape. That's why I'm going to keep looking and see if I can find some clues. ”

"Okay. Just be careful not to get noticed. Hu Zemin worried.

He knew that he had an impulsive temperament, and if he saw that injustice, it would be easy to reveal his whereabouts, so he didn't continue to follow.

Chen Ziang smiled: "Don't worry, I will pay attention to this." ”

After the two said goodbye, Hu Zemin went back to the tent to rest, but Chen Ziang followed Zhao Mengchuan and came to his tent. Compared with ordinary soldiers, Zhao Mengchuan's tent camp is naturally much larger, in addition to the defensive guards, there are also a few small servants and maids staying in it to serve Zhao Mengchuan.

Chen Ziang had just come here when he suddenly heard Zhao Mengchuan's voice coming from the tent camp.

"What are you doing to eat, you, why can't you even do this little thing?"

With the sound of "clang", a woman's wail came from the tent camp, as well as Zhao Mengchuan's hopeless scolding.

Chen Ziang was annoyed when he listened outside, but he was no better than Hu Zemin after all, and he was still hiding outside, waiting for the time to come.

"If you can't do any of this, why don't you let me go?"

After a while, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and out of it came two women, one of whom looked a little younger, and who had grown up at the beginning of fifteen or sixteen, and the other a little older, about eighteen years old.

The two of them also looked quite dignified, but they limped when they walked, and their small faces were wrinkled together, which was particularly pitiful.

After walking about dozens of steps, the young woman suddenly began to cry, although her voice was low, but in the middle of the night, it was very clear.

The older woman was frightened and hurriedly said, "Qiushuang, don't cry." If you make your master angry, I'm afraid you'll be beaten again!"

"I! I see!"

Qiushuang trembled and hurriedly stopped crying.

Her eyes wandered, and she looked at the older woman with an inquiry: "Sister Okua, is it really?"

"That's nature!" Okra nodded.

It seemed to be a response to what she said, and from the tent where Zhao Mengchuan was, there was another scolding.

"Cry and stay away, don't make trouble and people can't sleep. ”

The two women's bodies trembled, and they immediately stopped crying, and moved into the distance step by step, for fear of making the slightest sound.

The two of them are so scared!

In this way, after the two of them walked for about half an hour, they came to a small camp tent ten zhang away from Zhao Mengchuan.

Looking at the small appearance of the tent, it should have been specially opened up for the two of them.

When Chun Lun and Qiu Shuang walked inside, they lowered the curtain outside, and as the lights turned on, they separated themselves from the influence of the outside world.

Taking a bottle of medicinal wine from the box, Chunkui complained, "Untie your clothes." ”

"Hmm!"

Autumn Frost shuddered and unbuttoned her clothes, but what caught her eye was not the seductive snow-white skin, but the criss-crossed, extremely ugly scars, which were entrenched on it like evil dragons.

These scars have healed, apparently for a while.

Among them, there are still a few oozing blood, which are left by Zhao Mengchuan.

By candlelight, Chun Kui rubbed the medicinal wine on Autumn Frost's body, so as not to make the injury worse.

It's just that the spring sunflower movement is a little heavy, but it makes Qiushuang cry out in pain: "Light, it hurts!"

"I know it hurts, but can't you bear it?" Chun Kui complained, but the movements of her hands were a little lighter, she looked at the pitiful appearance of Qiu Shuang now, and couldn't help but sigh: "Alas! Didn't I tell you? Don't argue and make your grandfather angry." Don't you think you're going to be beaten, and if you really annoy him and send you to that brothel, what do you think you'll do?"

"But Chunkui, I'm just a little slower, why is he so ruthless?"

Qiu Shuang's body trembled, and replied: "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid that I would have been beaten to death by the master!" Speaking of this, as if she had thought of something terrible, her eyebrows couldn't help frowning, and two lines of tears flowed down, even more desolate, and said: "It's better for the two of us to escape, lest we be killed by the master one day!"

"Autumn frost. Do you think I haven't thought about it? It's just that I ask you, how can we survive even if we escape?" Can you still endure starvation as you did before?"

Hearing this, the two were speechless for a while.

In this troubled world, there are not a few people like them, and it is not uncommon for them to encounter even more tragic ones.

Like them, those who can sell themselves to the eunuch's house as a handmaid are already considered lucky, where else can they ask for so much?