Yan Qingchuan was detained in a private house in Mo County, surrounded by dozens of patrol soldiers outside the house. Judging from the fact that these patrol soldiers were holding horse poles, carrying crossbows on their backs, and sabers hanging from their waists, we knew that they were
They were the elite among the elite of the garrison. These soldiers all had cold expressions and did not speak. They only focused on guarding the surroundings.
I have to praise the Gordon's vision in choosing this place to house Yan Qingchuan. Among Mo County, the houses here are only far away from other people's residences. Even the nearest house in front of the door is a hundred steps away. If someone wants to force
If you try to save someone, you might be discovered by someone just when you reach the alley.
The people of Mojun fled up the mountain long ago. At this time, Mojun was like a dead city. Only the winter wind could be heard, but no other voices were heard. Just as the soldiers outside the house were on guard, a small lantern was lit up in the empty street in the distance. The man holding the lantern
, his steps were light and frivolous, not like those practicing martial arts. When the soldiers guarding this courtyard saw the light of the lanterns, their eyes suddenly became alert.
"Password!" The leading soldier who looked like a corpsman took the lead and shouted loudly to the visitor.
The distance was still far away, but the voice of the captain's voice was obscured by the winter wind. It seemed that the visitor did not hear clearly and did not stop. Instead, he quickened his pace and looked at the house.
When the corps commander saw this, his eyes became more vigilant, and he shouted to the soldiers behind him who had never relaxed their guard: "Crossbow!"
Just one simple word was enough. The soldiers who were still on guard around him listened to the order. They abandoned their spears, took their crossbows, nocked arrows, and came quickly. In just a few breaths, ten people came to the side of the regiment commander, holding weapons.
Anger directed at the person holding the lantern.
"Stop, who dares to trespass into the place where prisoners are held?" Seeing that the other party was nearly thirty steps away, the captain shouted again in a higher tone.
When the shout came out, it coincided with the winter wind
There was a pause, and the sound of shouting reached the ears of the visitor. Xu Shi heard the words of the corps commander clearly and immediately responded: "It's me, Lao Chen."
The status of the cook in the army is not low, and the medical officer is higher. If you have a good relationship with the cook, you will have food and drink on weekdays. However, the medical officer is concerned with the life and death of the soldiers. Hearing the voice of Lao Chen, this group
In the eyes of the soldiers, the normally unsmiling team leader rarely smiled. He hurriedly shouted to the soldiers beside him to lower his crossbows. It was not until Lao Chen approached him that he smiled and said hello.
"Medical Officer Chen, didn't you go to the general's place and finish so quickly? Why are you back again? Didn't you just come here half an hour ago?"
Lao Chen glanced at the soldier who was putting down the crossbow in his hand, and the smile on his face became brighter. He smiled at the team leader and said: "What, you still want my life?"
The smile on the captain's face suddenly disappeared, and he said in panic: "Mr. Chen, don't make fun of me anymore. I just saw that you didn't respond to the command, and the sky is dark, so..."
Old Chen's joke made the upright corps commander nervous. He patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously. Look... isn't this the general's order? The prisoner in prison is very powerful.
You have to give him medicine once every half hour to make his hands and feet weak so that he won't get violent and hurt others."
Seeing that Old Chen did not take his offense to heart, the corps leader breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Leave such trivial matters to our brothers. There is no need for Mr. Chen to go back and forth."
Old Chen smiled and sighed: "It's not that I'm not worried, it's just that the general has told me that this prisoner's identity is unusual. I'm afraid that you brothers will offend him and oppose him when the time comes."
Unfortunately for you, I, Old Chen, will soon be old enough to return home, so I don’t have to worry about anything, so it’s more appropriate for me to come.”
Hearing this, the captain was stunned, and then he came closer and lowered his voice and said: "Master Chen, I heard that the person imprisoned here is not ordinary. I heard that he... has... Shang Fang's sword in his hand, but
real."
Hearing the corps commander's inquiries, Lao Chen's smile that had been on his face a moment ago suddenly disappeared. He immediately tensed up and shouted softly: "Don't make random inquiries. I'll just pretend you didn't hear what you just said. If it disturbs the morale of the army, be careful with military law."
Seeing Old Chen's sullen face, the corps commander quickly took a few steps back, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "I don't dare, general."
Lao Chen was not an unforgiving person. Seeing that the team leader had realized his mistake, he smiled again and said: "Okay, okay, don't do this. Remember what I said...it's getting late. Open the door."
, let me in."
The corps commander knew very well that Old Chen was the most generous man in the army and never made things difficult for his soldiers. He thanked him hurriedly, then turned around and shouted: "Open the door and let Medical Officer Chen in."
The soldiers guarding the house got the order and stepped out of the way one after another. They watched Old Chen walk into the house and resumed their previous strict guarding posture.
Yan Qingchuan gradually woke up, feeling dizzy and confused, and saw that his hands and feet were tightly tied with ropes. Only then did he remember what happened before.
Could it be that Gordon had already been bribed by those bandits? No, if so, why did those bandits attack and kill the patrol? Could it be a trick to show themselves... If so, the young man in green shirt
, who is it again?
Could it be that Gao Deng wanted to betray Qi Yun? That's not right. If so, he had already learned from himself that His Highness Prince Ning was the one who went north this time.
If the imperial envoy really wants to rebel against Qi and surrender to Jin, he should wait until he finds His Highness Prince Ning, captures His Highness and goes north, so that he can be given a high official position and a generous salary.
Yan Qingchuan no longer had time to think about why Gao Deng seemed to have suddenly changed. The most important thing at the moment was the safety of His Highness Prince Ning. He had to find a way to escape. It would not be too late to find His Highness Prince Ning first and then deal with Gao Deng.
After making up his mind, he couldn't help but look around, sneered, and thought to himself: "It would be too disrespectful to try to trap me, Yan Qingchuan, with such a small rope."
I calmed down and tried to use my inner strength to break the rope. However, I was horrified to realize that not only were my hands and feet weak, but my inner strength was unable to function in my Dantian... I tried again, but it was still the same...
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In a panic, he remembered that he had come with Shang Fang's sword after all, and the remaining soldiers of the patrol already knew about it, but it was impossible for Gao Deng to cover the sky with one hand.
Thinking of this, Yan Qingchuan opened his mouth to call out other soldiers or generals in the army. As long as they obeyed his orders, they could capture Gordon and take control of the military... But until he opened his mouth, he suddenly discovered that,
There is no sound coming out of my throat...
Yan Qingchuan's heart sank a little bit. What should he do? He never thought that he, the dignified imperial minister, the commander of the Xiaoqi Battalion, the only son of Yan Ruohai, the grand master of Qiyun's guard army, and a popular figure in the eyes of the emperor who had a bright future in the mouth of hundreds of officials, would actually meet him.
fell into such a situation.
It's just a matter of death. If His Highness Prince Ning is in trouble, the lives of more than a hundred members of the Yan family will be buried with His Highness Prince Ning.
When I read this, the panic in my heart suddenly disappeared. I must not just surrender and wait for death. I must find a way to get out of here.
His eyes moved slightly, trying to find an opportunity to escape in this simple room.
He looked around the room with calm eyes and found that this place did not look like a prison for prisoners, but more like a residence for ordinary people. So he tried his best to move his body, trying to see clearly inside the room. After constantly checking, he finally found something.
Under the burlap, a Shang Fang sword wrapped in bright yellow satin was exposed. It was not taken away by Gao Deng, but was placed quietly on the table in the room, with a sword stand supporting it on the table.
"Since I can't use my inner strength, as long as I can manage to pull out the sword, cut the rope, and use my strength, I might be able to escape." Thinking of this, Yan Qingchuan didn't wait any longer and tried his best to move towards the Shang Fang sword on the table.
If the people in Jianglin city saw the scene in this private house, they would be shocked. The famous son of the famous master, the red man in front of the emperor, was tied up with five flowers, like a maggot, trying to hold it up.
The body moved forward inch by inch.
Not long after, Yan Qingchuan was sweating profusely. Who would have thought that it would be difficult for a descendant of Youlong Linyuan to break free from this ordinary rope and reach the sky. He finally moved to the table and lifted his body with some effort.
Hit the table leg hard...
The table only shook, and Shang Fang's sword on the sword stand did not move at all, but Yan Qingchuan was not discouraged and tried repeatedly. Finally, after dozens of attempts, Shang Fang's sword finally fell to the ground.
Without taking a breath, Yan Qingchuan hurriedly pressed the scabbard with his body, opened his mouth and bit the sword hilt on the ground...
But at this moment, I heard the sound of conversation outside the door. After a while, there was a "squeak" and the door opened.
As the winter wind penetrated into the house, Yan Qingchuan felt that the sweat on his body was being absorbed by the winter wind.
It was frozen into ice slag, and in just a moment, the door was closed by someone.
There was no light in the room, and he couldn't see the face of the person coming. He could only hear the sound of footsteps approaching him. Yan Qingchuan suddenly felt his body light up, and he was easily picked up and thrown back to where he woke up.
Feeling ashamed and angry, but unable to speak, Yan Qingchuan could only scold himself in his heart for being too careless and arrogant. He deserved to end up like this.
Before the thought of shame was gone, I heard that the person in front of me had already stood up and went to Shicai's table. He seemed to have taken out something from his arms, blew it gently, and the fire suddenly lit up.
Yan Qingchuan looked along the light and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, twisting the fire and lighting the oil lamp in the room.
As the lights came on, the visitor extinguished the fire in his hand, put it back into his arms, lifted his robe and knelt down, kowtowed respectfully to Shang Fang's sword on the ground, raised his hands, put the sword back on the stand on the table, turned around, and smiled.
Look at yourself.
The visitor probably knew that Yan Qingchuan could not speak, so he took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, took off the stopper, and put it under Yan Qingchuan's nose for a moment. Yan Qingchuan immediately felt his throat loosen, and he could immediately make a sound.
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"Who are you?" Yan Qingchuan knew that he was a piece of meat on a chopping block at the moment and could be slaughtered by others. However, seeing his respectful behavior towards Shang Fang's sword just now, he probably wasn't from Jin, so he calmed down and spoke calmly.
"I feel wronged, Commander Yan." The man did not answer Yan Qingchuan's words. He just dusted off the dust on his robe, found a chair, brought it to Yan Qingchuan and sat down in front of him.
With a shiver in his heart, Yan Qingchuan raised his eyes and said, "Since you know who I am, you should let me go. Don't become a thief and lose your life."
The man stroked his beard and smiled: "General Gao is personally conferred by the Holy Father.
The patrolling general... no, he is the commander-in-chief of the northern border, why are you talking about a traitor?"
Hearing this, Yan Qingchuan was surprised. Hearing that the world was in chaos, that idiot general was appointed as the commander-in-chief of the Northern Territory by the Holy One. How could it be possible? Could it be that the Holy One was bewitched by a traitor...
The visitor seemed to have seen the doubts in Yan Qingchuan's heart, and said softly: "Don't worry, your Majesty is the Lord of Eternity, and will not do anything stupid. I will say this. I only hope that Commander Yan will not try to escape again."
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Yan Qingchuan was deeply confused at this time and couldn't extricate himself. Who is this person? Is what he said true or false?
My mind was in chaos, and when I couldn't find the answer, I saw the person in front of me, taking off the wooden box he was carrying behind him, taking out a small porcelain bottle, looking at it, and nodded slightly.
When he turned around again, his face was full of smiles, and he said to Yan Qingchuan: "Commander Yan, no matter how aggrieved you are... don't worry, this soft tendon powder will only prevent you from using your internal strength. It is harmless to your body and will not delay you."
If you break through this situation in the future, nothing will hinder you..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard movement outside the door. He immediately shut up and said no more.
When he looked back, his attack was like lightning. Before Yan Qingchuan could recover, he grabbed Yan Qingchuan's neck and whispered in a low voice: "I'm sorry."
Then regardless of anything else, he poured all the liquid in the porcelain bottle in his hand into Yan Qingchuan's mouth, and then took action, bit by bit, so that Yan Qingchuan had to swallow the liquid in his mouth.
After the medicine entered his throat, Yan Qingchuan immediately felt like the world was spinning. The gradually clear scene became blurry again. In the haze, he heard the door open again and Gordon's voice sounded...then his vision went dark and he fainted again.