Zuo Menggeng and four others ran eastward for a while, but saw no more officers and soldiers, and there were rioters on both sides of the road.
But life is not peaceful here either.
The rioters were actually killing each other.
A dozen rioters were besieging a carriage, and the shouts and curses could be heard in the distance.
"Kill them. These bastards escaped on their own, but left us in the city to be killed by the army."
"We agreed to take the big guys to conquer the world, but they took the gold and silver and fled for their lives."
It turned out that there was internal strife.
However, among the bandits, the one who can take away the gold and silver is obviously not Yi Yu's generation.
Although there were only two gangsters beside the carriage, they were very skilled. Every time they slashed with their scimitars, they would draw blood.
If the rioters hadn't gone crazy, they would have been scared away long ago.
These mobsters obviously hate their leader so much that they don't care about life or death. They just want to die together.
After a while, there were corpses all over the ground, but no one was alive.
Zuo Menggeng was overjoyed and rode over, and got a carriage for free.
If there were only three of them, master and servant, riding a horse would be enough. But it would be inconvenient to take Miss Xu with me.
Now that he has a carriage, Miss Xu no longer has to ride with him.
Zuo Rong went up to lift the curtain, but was shocked.
"come out."
It turned out that there was someone hiding in the carriage.
Fortunately, Zuo Rong was cautious, otherwise things would have been serious if he had hurt Miss Xu.
"Good man, spare my life, good man, don't kill me!"
The people in the carriage rolled out and kowtowed on the ground. There was a puddle of water under their bodies, and they had no courage at all.
Zuo Mengeng shouted and asked: "What do you do?"
Seeing that there was no sword or ax coming, the man became a little bolder.
"The little one...the little one's name is Huang Er, and he is the handlebar type of Wangjiaji. I only ask for your life, the king. The little one will be a cow and a horse for the king, and you can do whatever you want."
"Can you drive a carriage?"
Huang Er nodded like he was pounding garlic, fearing that Zuo Mengeng and others wouldn't believe him.
"Okay, okay, the little carriage driver is fast and steady, and never makes mistakes. People from all over the country know that I, Huang Er, am a good driver."
Driving a carriage is not something everyone can do, it is a technical job.
A carriage was seized, and what Zuo Menggen was most worried about was how to drive it. He felt so sleepy that it actually had a carriage driver attached to it.
"Well, just drive the car properly. Well done, I'll spare your life."
After fighting repeatedly and getting used to the cruelty, Zuo Mengeng's heart hardened.
This Huang Er said he was a rioter, but he was not a rioter. To deal with this kind of people, scaring is far more effective than showing mercy.
Sure enough, Huang Er immediately became obedient, got up happily, and diligently tidied the carriage inside and out.
Zuo Mengeng got Miss Xu off the horse.
"Let's go south immediately. It's a long journey. You are a wealthy young lady with a fragile body. You can't stand riding a horse. You'd better take a carriage."
When Miss Xu saw the carriage, her eyes showed longing, but she was even more worried.
"What should I do if I meet another bandit again? You won't leave me alone, right?"
The carriage was comfortable to sit in, but it was a burden when escaping.
Miss Xu thought about what happened at the foot of Qingxian County again, and she had a psychological shadow on the carriage.
Zuo Mengeng was confident.
"Going south from here, it's not far from Shandong. There are heavy troops stationed in Dezhou, so the bandits will not dare to go south. We will be safe all the way."
Miss Xu looked at him steadily.
"If you dare to abandon me, I will entrust Meng to Yaya and let him settle the score with you."
Zuo Mengeng's head is covered with black lines.
It seems that the difficulty of women in this magical city has existed since ancient times.
After much talk and swearing, Miss Xu finally got into the carriage and the group started heading south.
Huang Er was driving the carriage and heard what he said just now. He couldn't help but asked cautiously: "Masters, you... are you not bandits?"
Zuo Hua hummed: "My master, General Nadusi, do you think we are bandits? You bandits defeated Nanpi because it was all commanded by my young master."
Huang Er hurriedly waved his hands.
"Sir, you misunderstood, I...I am not a gangster either."
Zuo Hua made a move to draw his sword.
"Don't even think about tricking me."
Huang Er was so frightened that he quickly explained.
"There was a severe drought this year and there was nothing to eat at home. I originally wanted to go to the capital to join my brother. But before I could go, bandits rushed into our village. Some people in the village were so bold that they also joined the bandits. Knowing that I
He knew how to drive a carriage, so he surrendered me. I have always wanted to escape, but there were too many people around Saint Aunt Lao Shizi, so I never found a chance."
Zuo Mengeng caught it all at once and his eyes shot away like lightning.
"Have you seen that holy lady?"
When they were kidnapped by horse bandits and attacked Liu Yuanqing's headquarters, the leader made it clear that they were under the orders of some holy aunt.
This holy lady appeared again among the Nanpi bandits. Obviously, this person should be one of the culprits in this civil unrest.
Huang Er nodded and shook his head.
"Yes, you can see her, but the girl has her face covered, so she can't see clearly. She has a really good body, and I guess she is pretty, similar to... and Madam."
Miss Xu blushed and spat: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you dare to chew your tongue again, I will watch your skin carefully."
Zuo Mengeng didn't notice the misunderstanding. He was thinking about who the holy lady was.
"What happened next, where did the holy aunt go?"
People like Huang Er are not even considered minions, so we really can't expect too much.
"I don't know. Last night, the saintly aunt quietly slipped out of the city without saying hello to anyone. She also divided her hands and drove the carriage to scatter. I followed one of them, but someone caught up with me. If not
Some gentlemen came to rescue me, but I...I am also dead."
The clue was cut off, and Zuo Mengeng was filled with regret.
The war started by that holy aunt almost cost him his life. I don’t know when he will be avenged.
The group rode horses and cars at a very fast speed and arrived in Ningjin one day later.
As a result, Ningjin was under martial law and could not enter the city, so they had to go around the city and rush to Dezhou.
The civil unrest in Jifu had already shocked Dezhou three times a day. The local officials were frightened and the defense was even tighter.
Still unable to enter the city, Zuo Mengeng and others had to continue to go around Dezhou, running all the way, exhausted.
Fortunately, after passing Dezhou and going deep into the hinterland of Shandong, there was no civil unrest or war, and the people's lives were peaceful as usual.
When we arrived in Wucheng County, we finally entered the city and found a clean inn.
After more than ten days of fierce fighting, several people turned into beggars. Even Miss Xu lost her beauty and looked like a beggar.
If it weren't for the fact that they were riding horses and driving carts, the soldiers at the city gate might not have let them into the city.
In order to avoid trouble, Zuo Mengeng made a bold move and threw twenty taels of silver directly to the waiter.
"Carefully take care of the horses and carriages, arrange five upper rooms, prepare fragrant soup for bathing, arrange a table for waiting for banquets, and then go buy some ready-made clothes and come back."
Money can make all the difference, and the efficiency of the inn is extremely high when the shining silver is in front of you.
"I...I live in the upper room?"
Huang Er was shocked to learn that he also had a room to live in.
Seeing that his bare feet were covered with dirt, he didn't dare to step on the steps.
Zuo Rong and Zuo Hua couldn't pull it back no matter how hard they tried, as if the upstairs was like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den to them.
"Forget it, waiter, take him to the bathhouse to give him a good scrub and prepare some food for him."
Zuo Mengeng knew that Huang Er was suffering from low self-esteem. Even if he was forced to go upstairs, he felt uncomfortable and simply made new arrangements.
Huang Er was grateful and went with his assistant happily.
I took a good bath and put on clean new clothes, which made me feel like I was reborn.
Zuo Mengeng walked out of the room and went to Miss Xu's place. Before he entered, he heard the girl chattering endlessly.
"Nong Xiaozhifa, I only wear Suzhou embroidery clothes. What's the matter? How can I wear a cotton jacket?"
I don’t know how long she had been nagging, and since she didn’t quite understand her, the man was so depressed that he couldn’t even lift his head.
Zuo Mengeng waved his hand, and the man ran very fast as if he had been granted amnesty.
Miss Xu was furious and approached him.
"Zuo Mengeng, can't you buy some better clothes? Look, how do you wear this?"
Miss Xu had just taken a bath, and her long, wet hair was spread out, covering half of her bare face. The fragrance of her virginity, coupled with her tall and exquisite figure, was constantly intruding on Zuo Mengeng's sense of sight and smell.
He had no choice but to turn half sideways and silently recite the Pure Heart Universal Good Mantra in his heart.
"What's wrong with these clothes? Look at Huang Er, he doesn't even have shoes. Have you forgotten those rioters? We just have to escape the disaster, so why not eat minced meat?"
These words were a bit serious, which made Miss Xu's heart tremble. She took a peek and realized that Zuo Mengeng seemed to be really angry.
"I...I'm just not used to it for the moment. Okay, I'll just wear it."
With frowning footsteps, the beautiful woman drifted into the inner room. After a while, she came out, and the room was full of elegance, as if pear blossoms were in full bloom.
It was obvious that it was the first time for Miss Xu to wear such cheap and plain clothes, and she was very uncomfortable. She opened her arms and turned around, then looked at Zuo Mengeng inquiringly.
Whether a woman is beautiful or not depends on a man's approval.
Seeing that she was subdued, Zuo Mengeng no longer looked cold as frost.
He gave a thumbs up and said: "You are naturally beautiful, but your fancy clothes and makeup are a burden. Today's sober elegance reminds me of Mr. Lianxi's talk about loving the lotus."
How pitiful God is, "Ai Lian Shuo" praises the noble character of a gentleman.
Zuo Menggeng used this word to describe Miss Xu, which immediately made the beauty's heart burst with joy, and the whole room was filled with joy.
"Nonsense."
This scolding was so outrageous that Miss Xu herself was a little surprised.
Afraid that Zuo Mengeng would notice something strange, she hurriedly ran to dress up.
But after sitting down, her hair was tied up several times but still not in place, so Miss Xu gradually became silent. After a while, her face was filled with tears and she broke down in sobs.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Zuo Mengeng thought he had offended this young lady somewhere, and couldn't help but become nervous.
Miss Xu shook her head silently, but she didn't blame him.
"Zhiliu has grown up with me since I was a child. This time she went to the capital with me, but she didn't want to be separated forever. The peony bun she wore was the most beautiful, and all the women in Songjiang Mansion were envious of it. Now that she is gone, there is no one else
Comb my hair."
Only then did Zuo Mengeng realize that Miss Xu missed the maid who was not among the chaos.
In ancient times, women did not go out or step outside the door, and had little social interaction. The only person who always accompanied them was their maids.
Therefore, many ladies have a very good relationship with their maids, and they share the same affection as sisters. Many maids even become concubines after the ladies get married, helping their own ladies to be favored.
Zuo Mengeng was unable to do such things.
"I am sorry for your loss."
Miss Xu didn't respond, she grabbed the comb and couldn't move.
Zuo Mengeng originally thought that she had not gotten over her heartache, but it took a long time to realize that something seemed wrong.
"The food should be ready. Hurry up. We are full and have to go on the road."
Miss Xu suddenly raised her head and glanced at him suddenly, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.
"I...I don't know how to do my hair."
"Well……"
Zuo Mengeng never expected that it turned out to be this.
But think about it, Miss Xu was born into a wealthy family, so she must have been able to stretch out her hands when wearing clothes and open her mouth when eating. Things like combing hair have been attended to by maids since childhood, so how could she do it herself?
But what to do now?
There was no way Zuo Mengeng could turn into a maid for her.
"Otherwise, just tie it up casually."
Miss Xu had no choice but to try.
However, Zuo Mengeng thought too well of her that this rich young lady could not even do the most basic thing of combing her hair.
Watching her combing her hair more and more messily, Zuo Mengeng couldn't stand it anymore.
"Forget it, let me help you."
He walked behind Miss Xu, took the comb, and brushed the three thousand black hair like a waterfall with his big hand.
Miss Xu froze.
The feeling of the man's broad and thick hands stroking her hair was so real that it instantly aroused countless electric currents, making her heart almost beat out.
In the education he received from childhood, men only seek fame and serve as emperors, and should not let their love for children last forever.
There are many fathers and brothers in the family who are getting married, but I have never seen any of them dress up their wives.
Looking at the stalwart man behind her through the bronze mirror, she felt a tenderness she had never experienced before. For some reason, a boudoir poem she had learned suddenly flashed through Miss Xu's heart.
My eyebrows look forward to the warmth of the gauze lamp,
The clothes are swaying at the ink-scented waterfall.
Holding the comb in hand, I have been deeply passionate,