Wentu doesn't have time to think about anything else, it's important to save your life!

He didn't care about being naked, picked up the woman beside him, grabbed the clothes and quilts on the bed, wrapped himself and her, rushed to the side window, stepped on it, and rolled out of the window. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The whole place was engulfed in flames, and it was too late to save others, so Wentu had to throw away the burning quilt, and dragged Zhuo Ji to run with the clothes he put on.

"Xianggong! wait......" Zhuo Ji suddenly shouted, her mouth was full of excitement, the man next to her must be her husband, he had no clothes, he rushed out of the cottage with his own eyes, and saw his clothes with his own eyes, there must be no doubt that the son, "The wristband you gave me is lost!"

Wristband?

Wentu was stunned, panting and too lazy to answer, just to save your life, how can I say it publicly? I am a married man in the Gongdan Empire, but I don't know where my wife Fu Rou is, how old she is, and what her condition is.

Wentu suddenly saw horses jumping around, it must be thieves running rampant, pulled Zhuo Ji who was about to run back to find it, and ordered in his mouth: "Hurry up, I'll give you another one another day!"

The two of them ran to the forest before stopping, and when Zhuo Ji saw that Gongzi was silent, he must have thought that he was stupid and couldn't think of a way to escape, so he didn't dare to say it again.

After a while, Wentu looked sideways, the smoky and black woman couldn't see her appearance and age, but looking at her figure and listening to the voice, she must be a young girl, anxious and frightened, revealing a little joy, I don't know why for a while.

"Your name?" Ventu finally spoke, because this woman was his own guide at the moment, otherwise he would not know.

Zhuo Ji was stunned, but it seemed that her husband had been frightened by the fire, and replied timidly: "Xianggong, you forgot the name of the little woman so quickly, Zhuo Ji." ”

Have I asked your name?

Wentu looked at the black expanse of the wilderness in a daze, unable to distinguish the direction of coming and going, only birds and insects hissed in the open mountains, and the surroundings were empty, which caused people to be sad;

That Zhuangzi has been ruined in one fell swoop, this Zhuo Ji is still young, and he can't bear to abandon it, and now he has become a burden again, and he is confused for a while......

Zhuo Ji saw that the son did not say a word, his eyes were terrified, knowing that he had been living in peace for a long time and was deaf due to a sudden accident, so he thought about it or became bold, and simply told the village how to choose a dancer, welcome the gift of the son's coming-of-age, and tell the story of his dedication to the son, so as not to frighten the husband too much and lose his square inch.

Wentu suddenly realized when he heard it!

That son must have been buried in the fire, and while the two of them were entangled, he appeared naked to redeem Zhuo Ji, and it was difficult to become a "father-in-law"! However, she lost her husband on the first night, how could she break it!

I have Zhuo Ji in my life, and I have Zhuo Ji in my death!

I have a son in life, and I have a son in death!

After all, the two are in love for the first time, and they are bent on marrying each other, once the truth is told, it will cause Zhuo Ji to swear to follow him, wouldn't it be another waste of life. The son has passed away, the patriarch will definitely be angry, it seems that the tribe can't go, but how to explain it to Zhuo Ji? Once you know that you are a fake child, not only yourself, but also Zhuo Ji will die!

"My name is Wentu," Wentu said lightly, "I am five years older than you, and now there is no one around, so I have to walk back to the tribe on foot, but I have chariots and horses to follow every day, and I don't remember how to walk for a while...... "I had to walk step by step, not only did I have no entourage, but I didn't have a penny on my body, and I starved to death if I didn't freeze to death in this barren mountain and wilderness."

"Fifty miles south of here, the wild mountains are cold, so let's go now. Zhuo Ji's body trembled, and she couldn't help the cold of the late autumn, and she was even more shivering when she was just roasted by the fire.

Wentu knew that this was the eastern border of the Gongdan Empire, far from the place of tranquility, and if he encountered a rogue or tribal conflict, he would suffer a tragic accident, so he gritted his teeth, pulled Zhuo Ji and left.

Taking advantage of the early hours of the night, two dirty halfway couples began to travel south.

After dawn, the two came to a small market.

The so-called bazaar is nothing more than a small tribe, where some small merchants are scattered in the empty field of the village, and some laborers gather together in their leisure time, exchange some agricultural goods, sit down to drink a few glasses of wine, and enter the small shop to taste some small workshop food.

However, the bowls of steaming green vegetable soup and the white flowers and bulging meat buns became heavenly objects, because the two of them were already hungry. Wentu secretly glanced at Zhuo Ji, her face was black and the ashes were still frightened, and she couldn't stop staring at the food, occasionally swallowing saliva, and even screaming in her throat.

Rob! Wentu suddenly had a thought, he was a man and could still bear it, but the woman around him was starving like this with her husband, what kind of body could it be?

Seeing that there are more and more people around, one of the most primitive thoughts arises spontaneously, selling art!

No matter what kind of work, there are scenes of street art making money, why not try it yourself?

"Zhuo Ji, you and I don't have silver now, and there are still more than thirty miles away from the tribe, so I will play two tricks here, one is to relax my muscles and bones, and the other is that someone may give me some silver, so that I can fill my stomach, what do you think?"

Zhuo Ji immediately nodded and chuckled, and instantly showed her white teeth, this comparison was more like a black African, startling Wentu!

Wentu had no choice but to let go of his dignity, and the scholar's character shouted: "Fathers, you are penniless when you pass through this place on the way, but you are ...... The lady is hungry, and she can't bear it, so she plays a trick again, and she hopes that everyone will help!"

With the shouting, some of the farmers approached.

Wentu immediately showed his skills, it was the ordinary grappling and fighting style that he comprehended when he first shuttled, and he fought vigorously and powerfully, thinking to himself: Let you barbarian masters see the kung fu in the modern world in the 21st century, even if the emperor comes, it is unheard of, maybe he will immediately hire himself to go to Middle-earth as a general!

A dozen moves went out, and the people around shook their heads, and that look obviously showed that this person's style was not as good as the monkey who came yesterday!

"Wait—" Zhuo Ji also felt that the style of the text was extremely ugly, but she couldn't bear to shout.

Zhuo Ji immediately ran into the center of the field, jumped up without saying a word, said it was a dance, there was no softness at all, it was said that it was a scene of labor, and there was an exaggeration, the wide clothes were like a stupid bear jumping lightly, how ugly it was, Wentu had no choice but to close his eyes, it seems that no matter how people fly, survival, is the first.

After a while, a burst of applause woke Wentu up, and everyone danced with their eyebrows, fascinated by it, such an ugly dance was so popular?

To Wentu's surprise, Zhuo Ji was already sweating profusely after dancing, and everyone dispersed, and there was not even a trace of silver underground!

A bunch of liars, ignorant people! Wentu is angry, and you are a street performer, you are very happy, why don't you give some money?

"Why is Xianggong so dissatisfied?" Zhuo Ji stared at Wentu in puzzlement, wiped it away, and the sweat on her face washed away the black dust one by one, and it appeared in different colors, dirty.

Wentu was angry and annoyed, and then looked at Zhuo Ji's embarrassed state, and he didn't feel good in his heart, pointing to the departing crowd and said, "They know that we are performing arts, why do they leave?"

"Haha," Zhuo Ji Ninja laughed out loud when he was hungry, his mouth opened wider, but the white teeth and red lips became the only desirable place, "Artist, reward, how can it be sold?"

Wentu was stunned, this little village girl turned out to be a chapter, but everyone in the Gongdan Empire was like this, but the times were different, it seemed to be an ordinary sentence, but it was just incomprehensible to others.

If you don't do it, you must not watch Zhuo Ji suffer, a contemptible chivalrous heart arises spontaneously, Wentu immediately led Zhuo Ji, strode into an inn, and shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door: "Shop, bathe and change clothes, and serve the best wine and food!"

The store should be cheerful, leading the two to pick up.

No matter how many Wentu there are, change the line, have enough wine and food, and it's a big deal: run!

After he finished bathing, he chose a blue cloth cloth, the top was double-breasted with black buttons, which looked capable, and the bottom was flat and straight, loose and comfortable, and he was about to leave when he was at the mercy of the cloth, but his eyes stopped on the clothes he had just faded on, this must be the child's clothes, and it can be regarded as a relic, one day Zhuo Ji will know everything, it is better to stay, and since then this dirty clothes have never left home Wentu.

Back to the restaurant on the first floor, Zhuo Ji was already waiting, Wentu took a closer look, the black hair that had just been knotted was still wet, smooth drooping away, the back of the neck was tied with a strip of white cloth, which looked very annoying;

On the table, there is a blue open porcelain bowl, which contains rice wine, two plates of green vegetables, and a white steamed bun.

The two stopped talking, eating and drinking, Zhuo Ji's meal was not much smaller than Wentu's, and it didn't taste like Yaer, it was more like a storm, and the table was empty in a moment.

I washed and washed, I wore it, I ate it, I drank it, and it was my turn to settle the bill.

"Shop!" Wentu raised his hand and called out to the shopkeeper, his left hand stretched out to grab Zhuo Ji's wrist, and his right hand fell into a fist, ready to make a domineering move, and fled with one hit and two escapes.

The shopkeeper quickly rushed over, thinking that the man was going to settle the bill, and said, "Tattoo silver three taels and seven dollars!"

Not a penny!

Wentu replied angrily in his heart, but he was not arrogant or humble: "Don't hide it from the shopkeeper, this trip has no silver taels on this trip, what do you think should be?"

The shopkeeper was stunned and carefully looked at the men and women in front of him.

Wentu said secretly: It's time to call someone soon!

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper bent down slightly and said: "Laymen will inevitably be constrained, if the guest officer passes by, my store should have a loss if it makes money, and the right should be to do a meager effort for the son's wife, if it is a close customer, the son will not be late to pay the silver through here......"

This remark directly knocked Wentu to the bottom, what kind of world is this? If there is a profit, there should be a loss, such a calm truth, but I sound incredible, it seems that I am very outdated!

"Thank you to the shop," Zhuo Ji was not surprised, it seems that people are sophisticated, "I bother the store to investigate, there are cars and horses to and fro in the big clan tribe, once I return to the clan department, my wife will immediately send someone to send wine and silver...... "This is true, he is the son of the big clan next to him, how can he owe others silver?"

Wentu scolded secretly: Dead Nizi is too talkative, I just act at the opportunity, how can I go to the big tribe?

The shopkeeper was shocked, and suddenly shouted: "If the son and the lady are from the big clan, they must not go back at this moment, they have already fallen!"