Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 114 Instigating Against Han Pingchang

In the strong wind, in the snow, Wen Renjun turned around and wanted to escape, but was suddenly approached by Ba Yuehan, who grabbed his hair, "Little Shutong, where are you going?"

Amidst the gloomy laughter, Wen Renjun's face was full of tears in pain, but her hand accidentally touched something on her chest. She was startled, and her eyes suddenly widened——

The bone whistle is the bone whistle that Uncle Lu left for her!
When he first came to Kuocang Valley, Lu Xingyun tied the bone whistle around Wen Renjun's neck with his own hands, and he told her in every possible way: "Ah Jun, you have to keep this bone whistle close to your body. , just blow it, no one else can hear this sound, only you Uncle Lu’s qin can feel it, and then Uncle Lu will definitely come over as soon as possible and never let you suffer any harm!”

The cold wind lifted Wen Renjun's messy hair, she didn't hesitate in the heavy snow, grabbed the bone whistle with both hands, put it to her lips, and blew desperately.

Ba Yuehan grabbed her hand for a moment, seemed a little puzzled by her behavior, and frowned slightly: "What the hell? Are you trying to make a fool of yourself?"

He stretched out his hand to snatch the bone whistle, but Wen Renjun took the opportunity to break free and rolled into the snow, crawling on the ground with hands and feet while blowing non-stop. feel flustered.

"Give me the stuff!"

He strode forward, grabbed Wen Renjun's shoulders, and was about to snatch the bone whistle, when Luo Qiuchi, who was in the snow beside him, hissed, "Little monkey, run away, run away!"

Thrilled, Wen Renjun turned his head, and bit Ba Yuehan's wrist fiercely, with such strength that he did not look like a girl's, causing a blood mark to appear on it instantly.

Ba Yuehan was so furious that he slapped him hard across the face: "The bastard is looking for death!"

Wen Renjun was overturned in the snow, and the bone whistle also fell. When she stretched out her hand and wanted to grab it again, Ba Yuehan had already stepped on her hand bone, and she let out a scream, The face is like white paper.

Luo Qiuchi's eyes were about to burst: "Little monkey!"

Ba Yuehan squatted down, picked up the bone whistle and turned it around a few times, his eyebrows sharpened, and he crushed it in the palm of his hand, "Don't try to play tricks anymore, you won't be able to escape!"

He smiled coldly and cruelly, and slowly approached Wen Renjun, his long hair was disheveled, and Wen Renjun's face was blurred with tears: "No!"

Heart-piercing wailing pierced the sky, and at this critical moment, a feathered arrow rustled through the wind and snow, and suddenly nailed Ba Yuehan's shoulder!

"Ah——" Blood spurted out immediately, and Ba Yuehan let out a scream of pain, and looked back with disbelief on his distorted face.

There was a white light in the distance, and a figure straddled a horse, holding a bow and crossbow in the wind and snow, and descended like a god from the sky. It was the cold-faced God of War, Hang Ruxue, who frightened the Di people!

There was a strong wind behind him, and a group of people rushed out like a tide. It was the reinforcements from Daliang, Xixia, Fusang, and the heroes who broke the army building led by Lu Xingyun!
A black crowd of people and horses came in a mighty way in the strong wind and snow, the momentum was like a rainbow, full of murderous intent, and the army pressed towards Ba Yuehan and his remnants.

"Ah Jun!"

A figure in red flew out, with a pair of knives in his hands as dazzling as the moon, occupying Wen Renjun's entire sight from afar.

Her disheveled hair fluttered in the wind, her body trembled violently, tears poured out of her eyes, filled the whole world, and finally shouted out hoarsely under the sky——

"mother!"

The sword, light and sword, the murderous intent between the heaven and the earth, like the coldest moonlight in Kuocang Valley, suddenly reflected in Ba Yuehan's suddenly dilated pupils.

In Shengdu City, a bright moon shrouded Yuan'an County Prince's Mansion, everything was silent, and the shadows of trees danced.

In the study room with flickering lamps and candles, Han Pingchang was discussing calligraphy with Fu Yuanzhi, he clicked his tongue in admiration: "The king of the county really has Zheng Gong's character in his pen, and I don't dare to make a fool of myself in front of the king of the county, the king of the county looks at Han Could it be that the whole story is completely out of the eyes of the county king by playing tricks?"

The words on his lips were extremely polite, but they were for outsiders to hear, and the handwriting was for Fu Yuanzhi to read.

"Everything you said, are you serious?"

Han Pingchang's handwriting does not resemble his background as a military officer, but rather like a refined civil servant, clean and gentle, Fu Yuanzhi only glanced at it, then raised his lips and smiled, and said: "No way, brother Han is too modest, especially these few The handwriting is very good, I really feel ashamed."

As soon as he raised his sleeve, he wrote eight words on the rice paper: "It's midnight, you'll know it when you see it."

Han Pingchang understood, looked at him and nodded.

The tacit understanding between the two was extraordinary, and after spending half a cup of tea, Fu Yuanzhi's urging voice came from inside: "It's getting late, it's really fun to discuss with Brother Han today, why don't Brother Han stay in my study , chat with me for another night, laughing about the past and the present, how about it?"

Han Pingchang in the study naturally "agreed", the people outside the door listened all the way, the host and guest enjoyed themselves, there was nothing unusual, he stayed inside and blew out the candles, and then left with peace of mind.

Behind the screen, the two figures who were sleeping in their clothes met each other, nodded, and got up silently in the cold night.

The mechanism behind the bookshelf turned, and the landscape mural on the wall was cut off from the middle, slowly cracking a crack, and the secret door opened again.

As the long staircase winds down, Han Pingchang's eyes were startled, but he tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, held his breath, and followed Fu Yuanzhi into the secret door.

The group of people in the secret room had been waiting for a long time. After hearing the movement, they all turned around, put on their cloaks, and took off their hoods one by one——

Xuan Shaofu, Ouyang Shaofu, Ji Shizi, Vice Commander Sun...and the core members of the Taixue Pavilion.

The exposed faces were reflected in Han Pingchang's widened eyes. He may not know all of these people, but he must recognize the person who slowly took off his hood and revealed his true face!
Because that person is not someone else, but the current emperor, Emperor Liang.

That young face, illuminated by the candlelight, was even more elegant. He looked at Han Pingchang who was so shocked that he was about to kneel down to him subconsciously. I am very relieved to see you here, sit down and talk slowly."

In Kuocang Valley, the shadow of the moon was hazy, Hang Ruxue quietly stepped into the tent, and walked step by step to the figure soaked in the wooden barrel behind the screen.

Luo Qiuchi was soaked in the medicinal soup, sweating profusely, his eyes were closed tightly, and the tip of his ear twitched in the mist, and he said with a smile: "Little monkey, are you coming to add the medicinal soup again? You go to rest, these things Others can just do it, you have worked hard these days, and you have lost a lot of weight, I am afraid that in the future when I sleep with you in my arms, my bones will hurt..."

In the usual joking words, "Wen Renjun" didn't respond, but silently picked up the wooden bucket next to him, and added the medicinal soup into the water silently.

Luo Qiuchi sighed in comfort. The white mist filled the air, but a calm young voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Luo Qiuchi, I'm really happy that you can come back."

"Ah!" Luo Qiuchi let out a strange cry, he was startled, turned his head and suddenly opened his eyes, facing Shanghang Ruxue's handsome face.

He stared at Luo Qiuchi with a face full of ghosts through the white mist, and said word by word: "I'm happier than winning this battle and capturing Ba Yuehan. The last remnant force has finally been wiped out by us." Now, I finally have time...to see you."

He was still wearing a suit of armor, obviously coming from the dusty world, his eyes were dark circles, as if he hadn't slept for several nights.

But that ice cube face was still as familiar as ever, but it was unprecedented, and the words that came out of his mouth were rarely so numb. Luo Qiuchi couldn't help shaking in the tub, grinning and saying, "It's not possible, Miss Hang, I'm right here, and I can't run away, why are you in such a hurry?"

He raised his eyebrows, leaned closer to the tub, and said narrowly, "I really can't tell, you're still infatuated with me? I can't resist being so serious and provocative all of a sudden. , don’t you take some wrong medicine?”

Hang Ruxue quietly looked at the rascal's smiling face, there was no disturbance on the surface, but a faint smile appeared in his heart.

It's him, that mean Luo Qiuchi who doesn't know what to say, who is used to teasing, is back again.

Hang Ruxue said softly: "Whatever you say, as long as you can come back, it's fine, nothing else is important."

"Where is it not important?" Luo Qiuchi stretched out his wet arms and protested: "Didn't you see the pimples on my body? If the medicinal soup made by those ghost doctors doesn't work and can't replace this toad skin, what will I do?" Going to court with your daughter-in-law to get married, bridal chamber with candles?"

It's really a rascal face that has never changed for thousands of years, Hang Ruxue ignored it, and said without changing his face: "Manly man, it doesn't matter if you have some scars, as long as you live."

"Where does it matter? I was born so handsome in the past. Who doesn't boast that the jade tree is facing the wind, and Pan An is reborn..."

"Luo Qiuchi, I'm leaving, take your time." Hang Ruxue turned around and was about to leave, but Luo Qiuchi hurriedly pulled her back: "Hey, don't go, I'm just joking with you, so what... Is it really over?"

Hang Ruxue looked back, stood by the bathtub, and nodded.

Luo Qiuchi approached him and hooked his fingers at him. He hesitated, but still bent down. Luo Qiuchi leaned close to his ear and smiled softly: "The battle in Kuocang Valley is over, but there is still a battle to come in Shengdu City." Hit, are you ready?"

Hang Ruxue looked up, looked at Luo Qiuchi, and understood: "Is it your 'secret weapon'?"

Luo Qiuchi smiled and didn't answer, just said a word that was insane and unpredictable: "On New Year's Eve, clear hell, come and play, General Hang?"

Hang Ruxue stared at him for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand, "I'm still the same eight characters, and I'm in the same robe as Zi, life and death are like home."

Luo Qiuchi laughed, and just as he was about to stretch out his hand, the curtain was lifted suddenly, and a figure rushed in recklessly: "Boss Luo, I brought you a new medicinal soup, some ghost doctors said... ..."

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(End of this chapter)