Nangong Haotian looked at Wei Xiaoying's leaving figure and couldn't help but sigh deeply, "Wei Xiaoying, Wei Xiaoying, if you continue like this, I don't know how much hardship you will have to endure before you can mature, ugh..."
A long low sigh came from the room, and accompanied by the faint light, a thin man seemed to be frozen into a picture, looking so vicissitudes of life.
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"Why didn't you agree to her?" Liu Qianwen opened the door and walked softly behind Nangong Haotian, straightening his wrinkled clothes.
"Well, it's not that I don't agree to her, but this time I'm probably going to die. So what if I agree to her?" Nangong Haotian sighed.
"Are you worried-" Liu Qianwen's face changed, her body paused, and then she lay down behind Nangong Haotian again, her face a little red.
"Yes..." Nangong Haotian held the slender hand on his waist and said lightly: "If they put a knife on Auntie's neck... then what should we do?"
Liu Qianwen hugged Nangong Haotian's arm and pressed hard, biting her lips tightly.
Nangong Haotian continued: "If they put a knife on sister Ting Xiaowan's neck and force me to submit, what should I do then?"
Liu Qianwen did not answer, but Nangong Haotian felt a kind of peace of mind, that is, no matter what, Liu Qianwen will always stand by her side, no matter when, no matter where!
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The border pass is not a pass that military strategists must compete for, but a prosperous town located in the southwestern mountainous area on the south bank of the Green Sea. The Green Sea is not the sea in the South China Sea and the East China Sea, but a place with an altitude of 3,000 miles, surrounded by mountains, and an area of 100 miles.
Beautiful big lake.
The catch of fish in the border area is large, the products are particularly rich, and the people live a comfortable life with plenty of food and clothing. Today, this place is no longer a paradise, it is no longer a paradise, but a world where tigers and wolves are rampant.
The sky is still so blue, the clouds are still so white, the sea is green and the mountains are green, and the fishing boats are white-sailed, but there is a shadow that envelopes the hearts of every kind and simple people.
Today was particularly special, as we saw teams of flying cavalry galloping from every exit of the border to the villages and towns along the coast.
I saw those knights on horseback, all with raised eyebrows and glares, all of them masked with evil spirits, and all of them were carrying weapons.
Those knights were wearing bright red coats with double-breasted gold buttons, black and green breeches with gold trim, and a pair of ground tigers on their feet. All had gold-rimmed red hats, and purple silk pom-poms on their temples. They looked really impressive.
From the gorgeous clothes of these knights, it can be seen that their organization must have extremely rich wealth.
These mighty knights whipped and shouted from time to time, flying in all directions with the sound of thundering hooves, creating a tense atmosphere.
In particular, every Haicha Ferry Pier was filled with red warriors holding long hook guns, shouting at business travelers from time to time, and carefully observing the Panmen. The atmosphere was even more tense, and a dark cloud shrouded everyone's hearts.
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At this time, in the streets and alleys of the border, and in restaurants and tea shops, there were groups of red warriors, patrolling around and questioning people.
Although there were many people on the street, they all looked shocked and couldn't figure out what important thing had happened.
The strangest thing for common people traveling in business is that those red-clothed warriors armed with guns and sabers specialize in interrogating young people, girls, and old women with white hair. As long as they see young people, young girls, and old women, they will rush to greet them with smiles on their faces.
Go up.
However, when they found out that the person they were looking for was not the person they were looking for, they suddenly changed their faces, yelled, and pushed away with all their strength, regardless of whether they would hurt others.
Some of the young people, girls, and old women who were questioned were even more nervous and frightened. Some of them were already shaking with fear and sweating profusely.
After a few hours, the border area and the Green Sea coast, which were already shrouded in an atmosphere of terror, became even more panic-stricken, making the chickens and dogs uneasy, and the darkness became so oppressive.
It was almost noon, but the main street at the border was crowded with people, making it impossible to move forward.
Because the street entrance was filled with red warriors armed with guns, pointing here and there, and shouting loudly. It seemed that everyone who entered the street had to go through inspection and questioning.
Just listen to the shouting from the front: "Young guys, girls in their twenties, and old ladies with gray hair, please go to the middle, and the rest should go to both sides."
When he said the last sentence, his tone was majestic and unceremonious.
After such an announcement, pedestrians moved forward a lot faster, but because of the regulations, young men, women and old women still had difficulty sneaking into the street.
The red sun sets over the mountain, the light is dim, but there are more people. Those who came in in the morning have to go out, and those who went out in the morning have to come back. Several major street intersections are even more chaotic.
The red-clad warriors took turns inspecting the buildings in teams, and as soon as the red sun set, they immediately lit up the large gauze lanterns.
With such seriousness and recklessness, everyone understood what was going on - it must be that the beautiful concubine of Situ Tiannan, the ruthless judge of Prince Tu, was abducted by a handsome young man.
When one person said this, word of mouth spread immediately. In every restaurant and tea shop, the tense atmosphere during the day changed and everyone started talking about the young man, who was so daring and lucky.
Just when he was burning the midnight oil and fighting unremittingly, a thin old man, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, and two beautiful middle-aged women in their thirties suddenly appeared among the ranks of middle-aged people outside the North Street entrance.
The thin old man had a gray complexion and a shaky body. The black cane in his hand was also decorated with a large black ball, making him look like a wizard.
I saw his small eyes, with slightly drooped eyelids, shining brightly when they were opened and closed, paying great attention to the red-clad warrior standing under the street lamp for inspection and questioning.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar with a black beard, fair skin, a delicate face, eyebrows at the temples, bright eyes, holding a folding fan in his hand and a black ring on the finger of his left hand.
Two middle-aged beauties, both wearing new clothes, one in silver and one in lavender, because both of them are wearing swords, they are obviously well-educated women.
These four people were mingled with other people entering the street, and they followed each other step by step. When they passed between several red-clothed warriors nearby, although they took a closer look at the four of them, they did not say anything.
At this moment, someone suddenly smiled humbly and said: "Oh, you are Nangong Shaoxia from the Yulin River in the northwest. After you changed your clothes, I don't even recognize you anymore..."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar and old man holding the folding fan, as well as the two middle-aged beautiful women, all trembled. The expressions of three of them changed greatly, and one of them frowned slightly.
Just when they paused, they heard a trembling young man's voice saying nervously: "Master... Master... what did you say?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar and the two middle-aged beauties glanced secretly and found that one of the red warriors in the center was asking a question to a young man with fair skin and a delicate face.
The young man who was being questioned looked nervous, his face was pale, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. As he looked around, the four middle-aged Confucian scholars had already walked into the street with the advancing crowd.
I heard a sudden loud shout from the street behind me, followed by a series of shouts from the young man.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hoofbeats like raindrops, and dozens of tall horses were seen galloping along the street towards the intersection of the street.
The four middle-aged Confucian scholars looked up, and their expressions suddenly changed. They hurriedly squeezed into the crowd and stood in the dark. They saw dozens of red-clad warriors running on horseback. On the front horse, there was actually a red-clad horseback rider.
Woman with sword and black scarf.
As soon as one of the two beautiful middle-aged women saw her, she wanted to withdraw the sword with her elbow. But as soon as her jade hand grasped the hilt of the sword, it was already held by another beautiful middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned and looked at the beautiful middle-aged woman.
At this moment, the cavalry was already in front of them, rushing past like the wind, heading straight to the street.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar who was following the crowd along the shadow suddenly stopped and whispered: "Listen to that woman's voice."
The rickety old man whispered: "Young master, don't worry, my old lady will know that she is not our little girl as soon as she looks at that naughty girl's figure." But the voice of the voice was that of an old lady, and with this dress,
It's really weird.
The beautiful woman in silver also whispered: "Aunt Shan is right, I don't look like sister Xiaowan."
These four disguised old men, a middle-aged Confucian scholar and a beautiful woman were none other than Nangong Haotian, Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying and the resourceful Aunt Shan who had traveled thousands of miles and arrived at starry night.
Aunt Shan disguised herself as an old man and added a hydrangea to her dove-headed iron staff to cover her eyes and ears. The middle-aged Confucian scholar was Nangong Haotian. Liu Qianwen and Wei Xiaoying were disguised as middle-aged beauties. The former wore silver gray and the latter wore lavender.
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Now, the four of them met on the spot the red-clothed masked woman who went to the East China Sea Fire Transfer Station and kidnapped Mrs. Wei in Brownstone Valley. Of course, they couldn't let her go.
Just as the four people were talking quietly, the cavalry of the masked woman in red had already arrived at the street intersection. Someone shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, the lady of the chief helmsman is here."
Nangong Haotian and the others' eyes lit up when they heard this, and they looked at each other.
Liu Qianwen whispered: "She is indeed the daughter of the ruthless judge Situ Tiannan."
Wei Xiaoying's pretty face darkened, and she said in a deep voice: "There is no place to go after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here. Now is the time to catch her."
Seeing that Wei Xiaoying was still so impulsive, Nangong Haotian shook his head helplessly and immediately whispered to stop him: "You must not be reckless. You need to know that a small impatience will mess up a big plan. If you fail to succeed, you may harm Aunt Wei."
When Wei Xiaoying heard this, she looked sad and angry, and her eye circles suddenly turned red.