Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 41: The Threat of the Four Martial Arts Masters

Under the Fulong Peak.

The continuous tents were filled with constables whose hair was messy and bodies emitted a sweaty odor due to not bathing for several days.

The two large stoves in the corner were cold and dry. Breakfast was not prepared, and many people couldn't eat.

Su Zefeng, Yuan Yourong, Chen Jing, and Yuan Mo'er stood on a giant rock, gazing at the peak.

The verbal battle from yesterday seemed to have little effect. After all, the other side's skill in cursing was not weak.

Moreover, it was too boring.

So, there was no conclusion.

The cunning and difficult-to-deal-with Xin Zhuo, along with the rebellious Mu Rongxiu who was skilled in martial arts, increased the difficulty all at once.

The progress of rescuing people was almost zero.

Su Zefeng glanced at the scholar who was sitting on a tree branch in the distance, closing his eyes to rest, shook his head, and asked the person beside him, "When will Lord Murong and the people from the Four Great Families arrive?"

Chen Jing, who had been involved in the contact with the capital while nursing his injuries for the past two days, knew about this matter very well. "Those people are all experts. With their speed, they should arrive tonight!"

Everyone exchanged glances, breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of joy appeared on their faces.

Who would have expected that at this moment, the "Little Chili Pepper" female thief who had left a deep impression on everyone suddenly stood at the edge of the peak, hands on her hips, and said, "Hey, listen up, you bunch of scoundrels! We've decided to release Miss Su this afternoon, on the condition that we receive ten thousand taels of gold, one hundred thousand taels of silver, one thousand stones of grain, and three hundred sets of new clothes..."

She rambled on and on.

The area below the peak instantly fell silent, and countless confused eyes looked over, with big question marks written on their foreheads.

Even the scholar who loved learning opened his eyes, his face showing a hint of confusion.

They were suddenly releasing her?

Su Zefeng and the others felt a surge of frustration in their hearts. The Murong family's people were about to arrive, and without any surprises, they could easily resolve the Fulong Bandit's stronghold.

But now they suddenly compromised without any warning?

It was like raising a big knife, ready to strike, but ending up striking nothing?

Killing bandits didn't seem so straightforward anymore.

No, we don't agree. Let's release her tomorrow!

Of course, Su Zefeng and the others couldn't say such words, so no one responded.

"Are you all deaf? Hurry up and prepare the supplies. We want them this afternoon. If anything is missing, we won't release her! Hmph!"

Han Qiniang, with a tsundere attitude, tilted her neck and swaggered away from the edge of the peak.

"I don't know what they're planning. My sister's safety must not be compromised. Let's make preparations on both sides," Su Zefeng sighed, "We won't have time to return to the city this afternoon. Let's pool our money."

...

Fulong Bandit's stronghold.

Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi each carried a carrying pole, and four large bamboo baskets were filled with strange daily necessities.

Han Jiulang held Little Huang in his arms and carried a large bag on his back.

Xin Zhuo, Murong Xiu, and Cui Ying'er looked at the messy patterns on the muddy ground.

"My grandfather and the others are coming from the direction of the eastern capital, which is closer to Shuiyue An," Murong Xiu pointed with a stick, "So we can't go to the mountains on that side."

"We can only go down from the mountain peak next to Shuiyue An and take a detour to Qiugong Pavilion. If Qiugong Pavilion doesn't stop us, we can enter the Western Mountain Range. It's far from the capital, with many mountains, but the downside is that there's no place to stay and no food," Cui Ying'er furrowed her brows.

In the morning, Xin Zhuo relayed the message from Murong Xiu's carrier pigeon. After discussing for a long time, they decided to temporarily avoid the limelight and go for a stroll.

Xin Zhuo looked at Su Miaojin, who was sitting in the room with her ears stuffed with rags and her eyes covered with a cloth by Cui Ying'er, and smiled, "Don't worry about it. Let's go to the designated location near Qiugong Pavilion. We'll go to a good place with food, drinks, and fun!"

"Huh?"

Everyone looked at their leader in confusion. Was there really such a place in the world?

Huang Dagui laughed, "Could it be that we'll make it to the capital, chop off the emperor's bird head, and take his bird seat?"

No one paid him any attention; it was too unrealistic.

"Boss, Sister Ying." Han Qiniang returned from outside. "Are we really leaving?"

As she spoke, her eyes turned red and tears began to flow. Having grown up in Fulong Village, she found it difficult to leave her hometown.

"Pfft!" Cui Ying'er burst into laughter first. "Why would we leave? Where can we go? The boss said we're going to fight guerrilla warfare and confuse them before coming back!"

Han Qiniang shed more tears. "Then why did we ask them for so much food and supplies?"

Cui Ying'er tapped her forehead. "The boss said it's a strategy to divert their attention. They won't know that we've decided to run away and fight guerrilla warfare!"

Only then did Han Qiniang stop crying and smile. She wiped away her tears and looked at the boss. "Is that true? So, what is guerrilla warfare?"

"It's a mysterious and unpredictable strategy that can confuse them!" Xin Zhuo narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. "You can set off now!"

Cui Ying'er and the others didn't hesitate and turned to leave. However, after walking a distance, they looked back at Xin Zhuo reluctantly. "Boss, will you be alright?"

"What a joke! How could anything happen to me?"

Xin Zhuo was extremely confident. As the group of bandits gradually disappeared into the distance, the smile on his face disappeared, and he muttered to himself, "The game begins!"

He had hardly slept last night and analyzed the situation. It was not feasible for him to stay here.

It was said that two hundred miles east of Fufeng Mansion, there was a mountain called Xiongfeng Mountain. Fifteen thousand years ago, a rebel soldier who had rebelled against the emperor after delaying the march to conquer the Eastern Yi Kingdom was killed in battle on the mountain.

Recently, the rebel soldiers had come down from the mountain and were attacking and occupying cities. They would soon arrive at Fufeng City.

Therefore, the government had no energy to suppress the mountain bandits. By releasing Su Miaojin, they could at least temporarily eliminate the government's hostility.

The only problem was the upcoming arrival of the four major family experts. However, playing guerrilla warfare with them and creating a time difference was a good choice. After all, the mountain was so big.

The reason he stayed behind was, of course, to hand over Su Miaojin at the foot of the mountain and buy enough time for Cui Ying'er and the others to escape. He also had some other thoughts.

After waiting for about the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he returned to his room and removed Su Miaojin's "earplugs" and "blindfold." He smiled at her slightly confused expression. "Miss Su, you're free now!"

Happiness came too quickly and suddenly.

Su Miaojin couldn't accept it for a moment. She glanced at the empty village and then at Xin Zhuo. "What trick are you playing now?"

"I said I would let you go, and I will. Don't think too badly of me."

Xin Zhuo walked behind her and looked at her messy hair. "Sit still and don't move. It's time to go up the mountain beautifully. Of course, I have to send you back beautifully as well. We can consider ourselves friends now, right?"

Friends? Are there friends who sleep together? Su Miaojin couldn't help but hum softly.

Xin Zhuo had already taken off Su Miaojin's hairpin and then neatly arranged her waist-length hair. He then skillfully styled her hair.

His mother was a beautician before she passed away, and she was especially good at styling hair. He had learned a few tricks from her and was proficient in various hair accessories from ancient and modern times. He had originally thought about the priority of choosing a spouse and so on, but he didn't expect to bring it to this world.

Su Miaojin didn't know what Xin Zhuo was planning to do and didn't dare to move, but she soon felt Xin Zhuo's nimble hands styling her hair. It was very professional, and for a moment, she couldn't help but be fascinated.

What kind of bandit was this? Did he know everything?

After some time, the little bandit finally stopped and took out a heart-shaped copper mirror, placing it in front of her.

There was a hint of a smile in the mirror, but she could clearly see the beautiful hairstyle on her head: a snake bun, two twisted braids on each side, and loose hair in the middle and back.

She was already naturally beautiful, and this hairstyle complemented her even more, making her look even more charming.

"When the makeup is done, ask the husband in a low voice, the depth of the painted eyebrows is timeless."

She inexplicably remembered a poem and couldn't help but stare blankly. Did this little bandit not know that only a husband could style a wife's hair?

At this moment, Xin Zhuo's hand reached out.

His palm was tender and gentle, which was Su Miaojin's experience.

Perhaps others couldn't understand Xin Zhuo's intentions, but she did.

I'm sending you away!