The queen mother wants to go against the sky: General, please take your seat

Chapter 70 should be this

After nightfall that day, Mo Ziqing was escorted by a team of guards around Duke Hu, and left Beijing for the south.

At the same time, Zhao Jihuan rode his horse on the official road to the north. When passing by the gate of Jinxiang Nunnery, Zhao Jihuan stopped his horse and led the horse to the water tank in front of the nunnery. He fed the horse and drank water. I also drank a few sips of water and took a rest.It would take a day to travel from the capital to Jinxiang Nunnery in a carriage, but Zhao Jihuan rode a fast horse and half a day from the capital to Jinxiang Nunnery was useless.

In the nunnery came the sound of nuns doing night classes, Zhao Jihuan listened to a few words, then got on the horse again, and urged the horse to go north.

After walking not far, Zhao Jihuan, who was in a hurry, saw something lying there on the road ahead, and it was a little closer, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a woman lying on the official road facing the ground.

"Who?" Zhao Jihuan stopped his horse.

The woman lay there motionless, as if dead.

In the imperial palace and court hall, there are vicious fights, and when things are not peaceful, Zhao Jihuan is extremely vigilant. With his hand on the handle of the knife, he stares at the woman on the official road and looks at her clothes. She's not a woman from an ordinary family. Looking at the hands that are exposed outside the sleeves of this woman, she is still a very young woman.

In the middle of the night, a young woman was lying on the official road alone?
This matter is weird in peacetime, let alone in uneasy times?

"Drive!" Zhao Jihuan urged the horse, wanting to jump over the woman. Chief Guard Zhao didn't want to know about this woman, and didn't care about her life or death.

"Help, help," said the woman lying on the road at this time.

Zhao Jihuan frowned, pulled the rein subconsciously, and the horse stopped.

The woman turned over on the ground and turned her face to Zhao Jihuan.

On this face, Zhao Jihuan frowned even more. There were large blood clots on this woman's face, her nose was crooked, and the bridge of her nose should be broken. The skin on her forehead was still turned out, revealing red flesh. .

"Save the slave family," the woman cried out in a weeping voice.

"What happened?" Zhao Jihuan asked.

"Yes, there are robbers," the woman stretched out her hand to Zhao Jihuan for help, but her outstretched hand was also stained with blood.

Are there bandits on the official roads in the capital?This is at the feet of the Son of Heaven. If you say there are people rebelling, Zhao Jihuan will believe it. If you say there are bandits on the official road, Zhao Jihuan will not believe it.

"I beg the strong man to save the servant's family," the woman crawled towards Zhao Jihuan's horse, apparently unable to stand up.

A thin and weak woman alone, Zhao Jihuan didn't think that such a woman could hurt him, so Zhao Jihuan got off the horse, walked up to the woman, stepped on the back of the woman's hand, and said coldly: "who are you?"

The woman didn't seem to expect that Zhao Jihuan would be such a person who doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade. After screaming in pain, the woman tremblingly begged Zhao Jihuan to let her go, and gave another name, saying: "My family is Daughter of this family, beg the strong man and beg the slave family."

Zhao Jihuan's martial arts practitioners couldn't hear the girl's name clearly and didn't raise their feet. Zhao Jihuan squatted down and searched all the places on the woman's body where weapons might be hidden, but found no weapons. , Zhao Jihuan simply grabbed the woman's neck, lifted the woman from the ground, and said sharply: "Say, who are you? Who sent you here?!"

Something is wrong, so there must be something wrong with this woman!

Zhao Jihuan put more force on his hand, pinching the woman until she rolled her eyes.

"Well," the woman struggled in Zhao Jihuan's hand, but after failing to break away from Zhao Jihuan's hand, the woman cried even harder, blood mixed with tears dripped onto Zhao Jihuan's hand, and soon Chief Guard Zhao's hand turned red.

After venting his strength a bit, Zhao Jihuan asked the woman: "To be honest, I won't kill you."

The woman opened her mouth wide to breathe air, but did not speak.

Zhao Jihuan scolded his mother, and when he wanted to use his strength again, he heard the sound of footsteps running hurriedly from the forest beside him, Zhao Jihuan turned his head to look at the forest.

A woman dressed like a lady with a veil ran out of the forest.

"Who are you?" Zhao Jihuan asked.

The woman stared at the woman in Zhao Jihuan's hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It turned out that this servant was captured by the strong man, thank you strong man," the woman walked towards Zhao Jihuan as she spoke. Come on, this step is good, moving the lotus step lightly, it is indescribably beautiful.

Zhao Jihuan felt that he was dreaming?On the official road on the outskirts of the capital, he caught a fugitive slave?is it possible?
While Zhao Jihuan was in a daze, the woman wearing a veil came to Zhao Jihuan, bowed to Zhao Jihuan, and thanked Zhao Jihuan again: "Thank you, strong man, for your help."

Zhao Jihuan blinked his eyes twice, and suddenly knew something was wrong, he let go of his hand, and the young woman fell to the ground, not to mention which family would let their lady come out to catch the escaped slave, it is almost midnight now Well, a woman from a good family will run to the official road alone?
"A strong man?" The woman looked up at Zhao Jihuan.

"You," Zhao Jihuan raised his hand and hit the woman.

"Ah!" The woman who fell on the ground screamed at this moment, raised her hands, and threw something into the air.

Zhao Jihuan only felt itchy throat, knowing it was not good, Zhao Jihuan held his breath, but the reaction was so fast, the eyes of Chief Guard Zhao blurred immediately.

The woman standing in front of Zhao Jihuan raised her hand, her movements were unskilled, but without any hesitation, she sent the dagger into Zhao Jihuan's heart.Due to lack of strength, the dagger could not be stabbed into Zhao Jiji's heart by the woman, the woman tried several times, seeing the dagger go deeper and deeper, Zhao Jihuan groaned and fell to the ground.

The woman maintained the movement of stabbing the dagger into the body, standing on the official road.

The woman sitting on the ground stared blankly at Zhao Jihuan, who fell in front of her, suddenly jumped up from the ground in shock, and cried to the standing woman: "Miss!"

"Don't shout," the woman pulled off the veil she was wearing, half squatted down to test Zhao Jihuan's breath, there was no wind on the back of her hand, the woman let out a long breath, and said, "He's dead."

"Dead, dead?" The slave woman took a few steps back in fright, covered her face and screamed, "I killed, I killed!"

"Baozhu!" The young lady yelled at her maid again, and stretched out her hand to search Zhao Jihuan's body.

Baozhu stood still and didn't dare to shout, but she didn't dare to move either, she stared blankly at her young lady.

The long-mouthed porcelain vase with a white top and a black bottom was taken out from Zhao Jihuan's skirt by the woman, and after searching Zhao Jihuan's body without finding any medicine-filled utensils, Miss Mo San smiled on her face and whispered: "It should be this."

(End of this chapter)