The moment Du Yuan lowered his head in dissatisfaction and grabbed the pole, he felt a chill in his heart, and a shadow of death hit his heart!
I saw two daggers flashing with cold light, attacking towards my ribs on both sides!
Du Yuan didn't have time to think, he quickly turned sideways and lay on his back on the ground. While avoiding the dagger, he twirled the pole with both hands and hit the knees of the two young men holding the dagger!
The moment Du Yuan dodged, the two people who were stabbing were stunned. There was a "ding" sound, and the two daggers that had not stopped collided with each other. Then there were two "ouch" sounds, and the knees of the two people met.
Suddenly, one kneeled on the ground, and the other lay directly on the ground.
Du Yuan stood up in a hurry, froze for a moment, then tremblingly threw the pole on the two of them, threw off his feet, and ran towards the city gate in a desperate dash from left to right.
Du Yuan ran to the blacksmith shop in one breath, leaned against the wooden pillars of the shed outside, gasping for air, and fell weakly to the ground. His eyes glanced back from time to time, and his heart was pounding.
I heard Tailor Lu's scolding and beating from next door, Goudan's stubborn retort, clearly questioning why I didn't bring Du Yuan with me. There were also Aunt Lu's crying and persuasive voices, and
The cries of Goudan’s two sisters.
Du Yuan curled his lips in the direction of Lu Tai Tailor's house, slowly stood up holding on to the pillar, and walked towards the shed.
However, when Du Yuan's eyes glanced at the blacksmithing stove, Du Yuan frowned, walked two steps to the stove, picked up the carbon tongs and pulled the charcoal in the stove twice.
"It's gone! It's gone! How could it be possible to kill that?" Du Yuan murmured to himself with a look of shock. He thought to himself, from beginning to end of the year, regardless of wind, frost, rain or snow, Blacksmith Feng never let the fire in the furnace go.
The fire was out! But now the fire is out!
Thinking of Tailor Lu's abnormal behavior today and the inexplicable assassination he suffered, a bad thought came to his mind.
Du Yuan hurriedly walked through the shop and rushed into the yard. He staggered, holding on to the door frame, and fell on the threshold. He looked at everything in the yard stupidly and kept murmuring, "How could this happen? How could this happen?
?how come……"
The broom that Blacksmith Feng usually held in his hand and chased him all over the street was broken into three sections and thrown in front of his eyes; the long sword that Blacksmith Feng wiped every day was broken into two halves, and the sword spikes were scattered all over the ground.
, the scabbard was also thrown aside; even the crowing rooster raised at home and the chicken coop outside were split into two halves, and the chicken blood and chicken viscera flowed all over the floor. There were also some scattered on the ground from the eaves.
The fallen thatch and even the kitchen door were covered with sword marks and were crumbling!
Du Yuan kept praying in his heart, struggled to get up holding on to the door frame with a pale face, and slowly walked toward the half-hidden main room with heavy steps.
Standing in front of the door, Du Yuan raised his hand and put it down, put it down and raised it again, and listened for a while. There was no sound at all in the room! Suddenly, Du Yuan's heart felt cold!
Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, clenching his fists twice, Du Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and pushed open the door.
Fortunately, everything in the house is clean and tidy as usual, without any changes. But where are Blacksmith Feng and Lady Yun?
Du Yuan walked to the door curtain of the inner room anxiously. With a trace of hope, he raised the curtain with a trembling hand. When he looked into the inner room, Du Yuan's eyes dimmed instantly, and he suddenly lost all his strength and collapsed.
On the ground.
Du Yuan's face turned pale and he couldn't help but murmur, "What happened? Why did this happen? Why? Why? What happened?..."
It was getting dark.
After a long while, Du Yuan came to his senses and shook his head vigorously, "No, I can't be like this. You have to calm down, calm down, you must calm down. Calm down, you can only figure out what's going on when you calm down. Calm down, you must calm down!"
"
Du Yuan forced himself to calm down, stood up slowly, sat down on the table, reached for the kettle, got himself a glass of water, and drank it without caring whether it was cold or not.
The cold tea slid down his throat and poured into his belly. In an instant, Du Yuan shivered and he became completely awake.
In the darkness, Du Yuan stared at the water glass in his hand and carefully analyzed today's events.
There were no blood stains on Tiejiang Feng and Yun Niang in the yard, and there were no traces of a fight between them. Presumably, they were just taken away, and their lives were not in danger for the time being.
This is, I haven’t heard of anyone offending the two of them in the past three years? Who was it that caught them?
Also, why did the two of them kill me? Does this matter have anything to do with me?
Ah! I can’t figure it out. Du Yuan roared depressedly in his heart.
I habitually clasped the edge of the table with both hands, put my head on the table, and banged it hard twice.
"wrong!"
Du Yuan suddenly raised his head and rubbed the sawdust on his hands. How could there be so many sawdust under the edge of the table?
Du Yuan quickly lit an oil lamp and put it on the stool, put the tea tray on the table on the ground, turned the table over, and pulled hard on the place where he had just grabbed it.
He took an oil lamp and took a closer look. There were three characters engraved crookedly on it. It must have been carved by Feng Blacksmith with his inner strength, because the sawdust did not fall off at that time. After all, when he was in trouble, Feng was the only one who had the habit of picking at the table and hitting his head.
The blacksmith and Yun Niang knew it.
Du Yuan searched carefully for a while excitedly, hoping to find any clues about the disappearance of Feng Tiejiang and the two men. After looking at Lao Jiu, he finally recognized the three characters written in reverse in traditional Chinese: "Save Prime Minister Du."
"Prime Minister Du? Prime Minister Du? Du Ruhui?!" Du Yuan frowned. He had heard from Yun Niang earlier that Du Ruhui had saved Blacksmith Feng's life when Blacksmith Feng was in trouble, and Blacksmith Feng had always wanted to find an opportunity to repay him.
But, is this matter related to Du Ruhui?
Save Du Xiang? Is Du Ruhui in danger?
Du Yuan fell into deep thought, his small brows furrowed together. He tried hard to recall the history that he had not recorded much in his mind, trying to find out information related to his ancestor Du Ruhui in his previous life.
Du Ruhui, Du Ruhui, Du Ruhui... It seems to be written in the book that in the winter of the third year of Zhenguan, Du Ruhui asked for leave due to illness, and in March of the fourth year of Zhenguan, Du Ruhui died of illness.
"Winter of the third year of Zhenguan? If it was the winter of the third year of Zhenguan, wouldn't it be now!" Du Yuan suddenly stood up, staring at the three crooked words with flashing eyes, and said with a solemn expression, "Did Du Ruhui die of illness?
Things are not as simple as recorded in history books? Is there any other secret?"
Obviously Feng Tiejiang left these three words to himself because he hoped that he could save Du Ruhui, or he thought that he could save Du Ruhui. After all, Yun Niang and Feng Tiejiang both knew how good his medical skills were, although they did not personally take action.
When rescuing people, most of the time I just stay with Yun Niang to discuss and give Yun Niang medication.
Just, Du Ruhui, save? Or not?
Du Yuan closed his eyes weakly, then sluggishly picked up the oil lamp and walked towards the back room.
Putting the oil lamp on the cabinet at the end of the kang, Du Yuan leaned his back against the box and curled up on the cold kang.
Under the flickering oil lamp, Du Yuan's little face was full of struggle.
To save him would go against his original intention of not changing history.
If he doesn't save him, this may be Feng Tiejiang's last request to him.
To save? Or not to save?
"well."
Sighing, Du Yuan reached out and picked up a brand new cyan jacket that was neatly stacked on the sewing basket beside him. It was the new clothes Yun Niang made for herself to wear during the New Year.
Touching the well-proportioned and neat stitches on the clothes, you can feel the deep maternal love that Yun Niang has devoted to you!
Du Yuan carefully picked up the needle and thread, attached the last buckle, completed a knot nimbly, bit off the thread, and put the needle with the thread back on the ball of thread.
Then spread out the clothes, hey, why are there messy stitches on the lining of the clothes?
Du Yuan strangely picked up his clothes and looked at them carefully in front of the lamp. There were three simple words embroidered on them: "Save Erxiang."
Save the two prime ministers? The two prime ministers being compared now should be Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui in the so-called "Fang Mou Du Duan".
Could it be that Fang Xuanling is also in danger?!
"hiss……"
Thinking that Fang Xuanling was in danger, Du Yuan felt a sudden pain in his heart and broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.
"Damn it, your father beat you to death and you still miss him." After thinking about it, Du Yuan could only think of his unlucky ex Fang Yiai, which hurt so much that the veins on Du Yuan's head were all broken.
It burst out.
"Have I promised to report the news? If I can, I will definitely save you, and you will let me go." Du Yuan said through gritted teeth, and his whole body was bent on the kang in pain, turning into a shrimp.
"I will save! Even if I risk my life, I will save him! And I will also take good care of the Prime Minister and Mrs. Fang! Can you feel at ease?" Du Yuan pressed his chest hard and promised in a low voice.
When Du Yuan finished speaking, the heart-wrenching pain disappeared immediately, and even the slight sense of depression that Du Yuan had been feeling in his heart also disappeared.
"You are really a filial son. Haha." Du Yuan collapsed on the kang and said with a complicated expression.
I thought, yes, I don’t have to worry about it now. After all, if I want to save Du Ruhui, with my current status, I can only act through the Fangfu.
No matter what he did, he couldn't break his promise to the dead, not to mention that Feng Blacksmith and Yun Niang had to repay the kindness they had given them in their three years of upbringing.
Besides, it's not certain whether those two people would let him go during the day. Now if he wants to grow up safely, it seems that the only way out is to go back to his house.