There is a small town called Huatuo Town in the north of Bozhou City. Zhang Yanxiong and Fan Yuan escorted Zhang Wenjing's car for half a day, and rested here before continuing northward.
The maid named Yan'er held the food box and couldn't help but said: "Sister, why don't you eat some? These pastries are specially made to be your favorite."
Zhang Wenjing no longer felt as comfortable as when she left the city. She looked gloomy and shook her head to express that she didn't want to eat.
The road outside the city was bumpy. She was a young lady who was usually spoiled and pampered. After walking for a while, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Seeing that his little lady had lost her appetite, Yan'er put down the food box and said, "How about you lean on me and rest for a while?"
Zhang Wenjing smiled and said: "There is no reason to make you suffer any more. I just have no appetite, so don't talk nonsense anymore."
"Then I'll chat with my eldest sister to relieve my boredom."
"I see you every day, what else is there to talk about?"
Yan'er said curiously: "I was resting in the town just now. I heard from the ladies that they rushed to Baozhou this time because a Song Dynasty man caused a big trouble last night."
"Um?"
Zhang Wenjing turned her head, with some curiosity in her eyes.
"Song people?"
"Yes." Yan'er said: "They say that people in the Song Dynasty are cowardly, and they are indeed so. They don't dare to compete head-on, but prefer to use some tricks to drive a wedge between the main family and Chi Na. It's really hateful."
Zhang Wenjing pondered for a moment and said, "Tell me, how did the Song people instigate it?"
Yan'er then started to talk quickly.
"It is said that it was a young man whose pseudonym was Yang Shen, who played a trick on Fan Xianjun..."
The master and servant in the carriage were talking, and a group of women were following on foot outside the carriage, followed by hundreds of Zhang family guards, including more than thirty on horseback.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of horse hooves behind him, and smoke and dust rolled in.
Sharp arrows shot out with a "swish", knocking down the last few Zhang family guards to the ground...
At the front of the team, Zhang Yanxiong reined in his horse and started shouting.
"Under attack! Fight!"
In the distance, there was a roar in Mongolian.
"kill……"
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Fan Yuan turned around, his eyes a little surprised.
When Ding Quan did not come back at Yinshi last night, he responded immediately, found Zhang Wulang, and arranged for someone to take Sister Zhang away without resting for a moment.
The only thing I didn't expect was that Chi Na would come so determinedly to kill him.
He didn't see what happened to Ding Quan last night, so he originally thought that Ding Quan just went to get someone but failed and died there.
Now it seems that Yang Shen, the little thief, must have killed Chi Na's person with his backhand, which could make Chi Na lose his mind so much.
Who would have thought that little thief could be so ruthless?
Lose at one step, lose at every step...
But at this time, he could only turn the horse's head, rush towards Chi Na, and shout in Mongolian: "Noble sir, listen to my explanation, there is a misunderstanding about this matter... Stop! There is a misunderstanding about this matter, stop!"
Fan Yuan's answer was only a sharp arrow.
The arrow pierced through his shoulder mercilessly with a "pop" sound, knocking him off his horse and rolling him several times on the side of the road.
"Kill! Kill all the men! Hahaha, I'm going to rob Sister Zhang!" Chi Na shouted excitedly...
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Zhang Wenjing turned pale with fright.
Although she was born into a general family, the Kingdom of Jin had been destroyed for many years when she was born. The Zhang family also valued culture and education and only raised her as a lady. They had never seen such a fight.
She lifted the curtain and looked around, only to see Chi Na and a few Mongolians rushing to a place not far from the carriage. Zhang Yanxiong led people to meet them with swords.
The two sides fought, but the guards of the Zhang family did not dare to make a fatal move, but tried their best to stop them.
Those Mongols killed each other with swords and swords, so although their numbers were small, they quickly gained the upper hand.
I saw the Mongols cutting down many Zhang family guards one after another, and there was another "clang" sound. Zhang Yanxiong was hit by a knife in his armor, which cracked and had to rein in his horse and take a few steps back.
There was blood everywhere.
Zhang Wenjing quickly lowered the car curtain, not daring to look any further.
"Where's the knife?"
She murmured, searched in the carriage, and finally found a paper knife, which she quickly collected in her hand. Only then did she feel a little more at ease.
Suddenly, another series of screams were heard outside, and blood was splashed on the car curtain.
"Ah!" Yan'er was so frightened that she kept screaming.
The screams of the Zhang family's guards, the wild laughter of the Mongols, the frightened horses, and the blood stains... The scene outside the carriage and horses was like hell to the master and servant.
In the chaos, Zhang Yanxiong was suddenly heard yelling angrily: "Chi Na! Let go of the carriage!"
"Stop them!"
"stop……"
At the same time, voices in Mongolian were also shouted.
The carriage suddenly started to gallop.
Zhang Wenjing and Yan'er fell against the wall of the car behind them and fell to the ground.
The carriage was shaking so hard that Zhang Wenjing had a hard time getting up. She could not stand firmly while holding on to the carriage.
She tried her best to reach out and pull the curtain of the carriage, and looked around. There was a pool of blood on the shaft of the carriage. The driver was dead, but the two Mongolians were riding on the backs of two horses.
One of them is surprisingly China.
"Hahahaha!" Chi Na laughed wildly and kept shouting.
Zhang Wenjing couldn't understand Mongolian, so she only knew that he must be ordering other Mongolians to stop the Zhang family's guards...
She glanced at Chi's bare head and felt that despair was suppressing her, making her breathless, so she picked up the knife in her hand and pressed it on her white neck.
"Sister! Wait...wait...the general will save us...will save us..." Yan'er burst into tears.
Tears had already covered Zhang Wenjing's face. She did not answer, her eyes were full of determination.
The carriage accelerated again, bringing them down again, and they collapsed in the carriage.
The road was bumpy, Zhang Wenjing's body swayed, and the knife pierced his neck, and blood immediately overflowed.
But she seemed unaware and only listened carefully to the movement outside.
However, the shouting became farther and farther away, the sound of horse hooves became increasingly sparse, and in front of the carriage, Chi Na's laughter became louder and louder.
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Finally, the carriage stopped by a small river.
Chi Na laughed and shouted something again.
Zhang Wenjing couldn't understand, but she could completely understand the obscene meaning in those words. She burst into tears and murmured: "Yan'er, do you want me to help you?"
Yan'er cried loudly, holding a small poplar hairpin and crying: "Yan'er can do it by herself..."
The car curtain was opened, revealing Chi Na's face.
Zhang Wenjing was horrified when she saw this terrifying face. She closed her eyes, raised the paper knife, and stabbed it straight into her neck.
"puff!"
"Sister!"
There were screams.
Yan'er rushed forward, stretched out her hand and tightly grabbed the paper knife in Zhang Wenjing's hand, blood dripping everywhere.
Zhang Wenjing opened her eyes and saw a Mongolian outside the carriage with a crossbow arrow stuck diagonally in his neck and fell off his horse.
Chi Na's eyes were full of rage, and he roared and rushed somewhere outside.
The roaring sound in Mongolian sounded, which seemed extremely scary.
"Ah! Kill you!"
…
Zhang Wenjing held the knife tightly, and carefully reached the front of the carriage to take a look. She saw a handsome young man, Lang Jun, throwing away the crossbow, holding a long sword in one hand, and facing Chi Na...