When the sack was taken off his head, An Sanxi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was allowed to speak, there was still a chance of survival.
He looked around with the corner of his eye.
"Don't look, this is a small forest outside the town." A young voice said.
An Sanxi raised his head and saw a young man less than twenty years old sitting on a chair, and a beautiful girl sitting on the chair next to him.
Behind these people stood more than a dozen burly men, each of them filled with evil spirits. An Sanxi came out of a fight, and it was obvious at a glance that these men had been on the battlefield and seen blood.
He didn't dare to look anymore and quickly lowered his head.
He is waiting to be questioned and possibly tortured.
"Hey!" The pretty girl next to her suddenly seemed to have seen something of interest and said "Hey."
"Saichen, Amuriwu. Tanay, Alder"
An Sanxi replied unprepared: "Minnie, Nairen Battelle"
He suddenly reacted and his words were missed by others.
"Hahaha" Xiao Niangpi laughed loudly and said: "Zhang Gada actually captured a Tatar."
Yang Fan looked at An Sanxi strangely and asked, "How did you see that?"
"Here, he's bow-legged. He's been riding horses since he was a kid. He has a red face and is blown by the wind on the grassland." The little girl picked up the riding crop and pulled his hand. He didn't dare to resist, so he lay on the ground and stretched out his hand obediently.
"Oh, he is still a master of bow and arrow. Look at the calluses and scars on his fingers and tiger's mouth. He would never have gotten rid of them without ten years of practice."
Seeing Yang Fan's confusion, Xiao Niangpi continued to explain: "The bow-pushing hand has a cocoon in the shape of a push handle. The fingertips of the string-pulling hand will also have cocoons. You can see that his string-drawing fingers are slightly longer. Compare your own, so
You can't shoot an arrow."
Xiao Niangpi took Yang Fan's hand, stretched out her tender hands, and put them together. Sure enough, Xiao Niangpi's hand also had these characteristics, but there was no scar on the tiger's mouth. Yang Fan's hand was a bit rough and had calluses, but not like this.
Yang Fan remembered the first time he saw Xiao Niangpi, she shot the slave to death with one arrow.
"There will be calluses in front of the knuckles of the string hooks, and calluses will form at the bow point. There are very small calluses on the middle finger and index finger, and there are calluses on both sides of the tiger's mouth of the left hand. When pulling things, I like to use three fingers to hook them."
Yang Fan picked up Xiao Niangpi's hand and observed it carefully. The little hand was white and tender, and felt very comfortable in his hand.
It was indeed like this. Xiao Niangpi was carrying himself with three fingers. He thought it was a variation of Two Finger Zen, Kung Fu and Three Finger Zen.
When other people saw Tu Shanyue and the boss putting their hands together, and their affectionate gesture, they all turned their heads and looked embarrassed.
Yang Fan was also curious and gently touched the calluses on Xiao Niang's fingers with his fingers. They were small and soft, which was very fun.
The little girl glared at him angrily and knocked his hand away with her backhand.
Turning to face An Sanxi, his face immediately changed, with a look of frost on his face.
"You Tatar, do you know how to speak Chinese? If not, just wipe your neck. Zhang Gada, you idiot, I asked you to grab a tongue, but you actually caught a Tatar for Nai Gong. How did you do it?
.”
An Sanxi was startled and thought to herself that this little girl is not a good person. Just now she was flirting tenderly with her lover, and then she turned her back and was about to kill him. She was so heartless.
It is estimated that one of the Tatars defrauded her of the money and ran away, otherwise he would hate Tatars so much.
He quickly shouted: "Don't kill me, I can speak Chinese, I'm not a Tatar."
Zhang Gada was also very embarrassed and got it back without knowing it clearly, causing himself to be scolded.
I pulled out my dagger and wanted to kill him, and then catch another one.
Hearing his smooth Datong accent, he immediately stopped and said to the little girl with a flattering smile: "Young lady misunderstood, this guy is a Shanxi gangster. Listen, he is from Xuanda."
"Well, I heard that the words seem to be from Datong. Hey, let me ask you, why are you bow-legged? If you dare to talk nonsense, I will cut off your ears."
Xiao Niangpi narrowed her eyes, played with her precious dagger in her hand, and said lightly.
An Sanxi thought what she said seemed like a joke, but he would never take it as a joke. His intuition told him that this little girl could really say it and do it.
An Sanxi quickly told the story of being kidnapped by the Mongols. At the age of twelve, he was kidnapped and sent to the grassland to work as a slave. He slept in sheep pens, herded horses, and fed cattle. He fought wolves and fought with Mongolian wolves and dogs for food. He and his master
Participated in the revenge of enemies on the grassland, snatched other people's wives, the master's wife was robbed, and he and the master went to snatch it back. He participated in the melee of the Mongolian tribes hundreds of times. He narrowly escaped death more than a dozen times. Until he was twenty-two years old.
He followed his master to invade Datong and then took the opportunity to run back.
An Sanxi's heart was beating fast, and her mouth was a little dry. She talked incoherently about what she had done on the grassland, and while talking, she secretly looked at the girl's face.
She was afraid that with one stroke of her white and tender hands, she would dig grass by herself, and it was over, Barbie was done.
Xiao Niangpi had an expressionless face and patiently listened to his nervous chatter.
After he finished grinding, Xiao Niangpi was silent for a moment, seeming to agree with his words and believe his explanation of her bow legs.
"Why are you, a soldier from Xuanda University, hanging out with these Jiangnan gangsters?" Xiao Niangpi asked with narrowed eyes.
At this moment, Yang Fan had the feeling that the person sitting next to him was not the charming Tu Shanyue, but her father with a gloomy face.
It’s confirmed, he is indeed Tu Shanyong’s biological child, his aura is so similar.
An Sanxi was silent for a moment. He really didn't want to mention his past in front of strangers again. Thinking about it would be torture for him. This had almost become his inner demon.
But he knew that if he answered a question that did not suit the other person's wishes, the precious knife in his white and tender hands would scratch his throat intimately, and he would not have to speak again in the future.
An Sanxi knelt on the ground, clawing his fingernails into the soil, and his whole body was shaking.
Yang Fan could tell that he was not out of fear but out of anger. This man must have had a very bad past. He was not pretending. Only when he came into direct contact with his scars would he lose control like this.
"Forget it, let's get down to business. Who doesn't have a sad past?" Yang Fan couldn't help but say.
An Sanxi glanced at Yang Fan gratefully but said nothing.
"Huh, you're here to pretend to be a good person," the young lady rolled her eyes at him. "What did you do to make you escape to the south of the Yangtze River?"
"The younger one killed Master Qianhu and his son."
"What year did it happen"
"three years ago"
"Hey, I really didn't realize that you were responsible for the Tujibao case. A man armed with a knife entered the back office of Qianhu Office, hacked to death fifteen people and injured twenty-three others, and beheaded Qianhu and his son.
He left in the heavy rain. During his escape, he shot and killed twenty-seven officers and soldiers who were pursuing him. They were all killed with one arrow." Xiao Niangpi said leisurely.
"Lift your head and let Naigong take a look." Xiao Niangpi said.
It's over, and it's in the hands of an official. This little girl knows so clearly that she's either a female head catcher from the Six Doors, a Jin Yiwei Lishi or a Dongchang fanzi.
As soon as the thought of a life-and-death situation arises in my mind, I feel vaguely that dozens of fire blunderbuss are aimed at me. If I make the slightest move, I will be beaten into a sieve immediately.
"It was that bitch Lin Yueru who arranged for your arrest back then, but you vented your anger on Mr. Nai's behalf. Seeing her men and horses almost die, it's really more refreshing than drinking ice water on a dog day."
"For the sake of making Mr. Nai angry, I have some good news for you. Your mother did not die. She was fished out and recovered. She is now in the Fusi Prison in Beizhen."