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Xiao Lan glanced at the wound under Lu Zhui's ribs with extremely fast speed. It was bloody. Although he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, he looked a little panicked. The footsteps outside got closer and closer, Lu Chai closed his shirt, and whispered: "Don't make trouble."

Xiao Lan fastened his belt for him, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know if there is his father or his ancestor in this room, and he ran so diligently from time to time."

Lu Chai pouted, "I don't want such a bunch of bad sons, whoever wants it, whoever wants it."

The man who came back was full of flesh, with a whip in his hand, like a supervisor, and like a thug, entered the room and shouted, "What are you doing sitting stupidly? Come with me!"

Lu asked: "Where are you going?"

The other party stared impatiently, only to write the words "brutal and vicious" on his face.

Lu Zhui glanced at the horrible whip, and Shuqu swallowed all the remaining questions and got up and went out with Xiao Lan.

Seeing the corridors and courtyards outside, Lu Zhui was even more sure that this should indeed be a certain city on the border of Da Chu. It's about ten days away from Changfeng City, and it's in the northwest. Then there are only two possibilities, either Shuitian Town or Chaoyang City.

There was a carriage parked in the courtyard, and the two were blindfolded and tied their hands again, and ordered to sit in, not knowing where they were going.

During the period of time when he was blind, Lu Zhui had developed hearing that was beyond ordinary people. He could even distinguish the fine sound of a dead leaf falling into the dust in the bleak autumn wind. At this moment, even in the darkness in front of him, he could still clearly hear the noise outside the carriage, the crowds were busy, there were small stall owners yelling, and the people chatting.

Before the carriage left the city gate, Lu Zhui already knew where it was.

The road outside became more and more bumpy, as if wheels were running over the gravel of the Gobi. Lu Chai leaned against Xiao Lan, listening to the roar of the wind outside his ears, and howling like a ghost crying wolf rising from the ground, rolling up the boundless sand and dust.

The guard in charge of the **** kicked him with toes and said, "Sit up straight!"

Lu Zhui was still sticking to Xiao Lan, and said dumbly, "I feel pain all over."

The guard snorted and did not speak any more. Xiao Lan was worried again because of these three words. He even regretted it. He should leave Lu Zhui in Changfeng City and come to this enemy camp alone.

Lu Chai had his hands tied, but still stubbornly pulled his cuffs sideways, lethargic. Anyway, apart from the sound of horseshoes, there are only gusts of wind roaring outside. You can guess the surrounding scene without thinking about it. It's better to recharge your energy and wake up.

Xiao Lan turned his body to the side and gave him a generous back so that people could lean more comfortably.

After a full day and night this time, the carriage stopped, and the guard pushed the two out of the carriage, tore off the black cloth in front of them, and said, "Go in."

It took Lu Chase for a while before his eyes adjusted to the light. The morning light is full of sand and gravel, and on the vast Gobi Desert, a large area of ​​tents is rolling up and down, like one small hill after another, and guards stand in front of each tent, dressed as a foreigner with a long braided scimitar. The curtain of the door was lifted and draped on one side, and the inside was dark and crushed, and people were faintly visible. I think it should be all the people of Da Chu who were forcibly tied up, preparing to transport to the depths of the desert to dig the so-called "new grave".

It doesn't take much effort. Lu Zhui and Xiao Lan got into a tent. There were 20 or 30 people crowded inside. There were four or five braziers scattered in the corner. There were still some unfinished congee, rice and steamed buns on the table. The treatment was not bad. .

"That's right," Lu Chase sat down in a clean place and whispered, "He also pointed out that these people will help him in the future. They must not be beaten or abused. The kidnappers must win over people."

"Hungry?" Xiao Lan asked.

Without eating all day and night, Lu Zhui was already hungry. He looked up at the leftover porridge and steamed buns on the table and sighed: "No choice, close your eyes and chew."

Xiao Lan walked to the table and saw that there was only a mashed bottom of the porridge and rice, and the steamed buns were also full of black fingerprints. He shook his head in his heart and simply walked out the door and said to the guard: "I want you to take care of things."

Lu Zhui: "..."

Hey!

The guard couldn't understand what he was talking about. He muttered a bunch of words. Ninety-nine percent of his voice was cursing. He raised his long knife impatiently, trying to drive the new prisoner back. tent.

The back of the knife came towards him, and Xiao Lan grasped his wrist.

The guard only felt that his right arm was numb, as if half of his body had been relieved of his strength, and he was a little shocked in his heart, and he instinctively took two steps back.

Xiao Lan repeated it again in foreign language.

The guards were even more surprised. Although the border fairs have been frequent in the past two years and there have been many trade exchanges between various parties, most of them are tribal people who learn Chinese, and have not seen a few Han people who understand the nomadic language. He couldn't figure out what Xiao Lan wanted to do, but he didn't want to irritate the evil spirit anymore. After a little thought, he motioned to his companion to go to pass the leader, and he waved his hand to call in more people, and raised his sword to general Xiao Lan. Surrounded by groups to prevent trouble.

Xiao Lan didn't even look at him. After speaking, she turned and sat back next to Lu Zhui, and whispered, "Have a long time, I will guarantee you can eat hot food."

Lu Chai pursed his lips and asked him, "Why don't you discuss it with me?"

"First find out," Xiao Lan said, "If you are lucky, you may be able to gain the trust of the other party. If I can be a small leader among these hundreds of prisoners, it will be convenient for me to do things, and secondly I will be able to get a separate one. The tent, rub the medicine for you."

Lu Zhui said, "It's just a skin wound."

Xiao Lan shook his head: "Skin wounds are also wounds, I feel distressed."

Lu Zhui's "brush" was red, and his speed was quite fast. Even when he was in the enemy camp, he did not delay the secret love and irritation, but he should be calm or calm, so that he can appear calm and graceful. : "I'm just kidding, I'm hurt by this little bit, why can Brother Xiao feel bad?"

Xiao Lan asked, "If I get hurt, will you feel bad?"

More than distressed. Lu chased it for a while, and almost replied, feeling like a knife.

He said: "Yeah."

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "That's it, you love me, and I naturally love you too. It has nothing to do with the size of the injury. Even if it's just a mosquito bite, I will want to find medicine to help you wipe it."

The words were warm and caring. Lu Chai didn't know what his expression should be. If he followed with a grin, it seemed a bit silly, so he had to say from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Xiao, you really are a good person." Quan Da Chu is the best, uniquely good, unparalleled in the world. Apart from the sweet and sour emotions in his heart, even if he only talks about the considerate and meticulous care along the way, he would like to find a carpenter's shop, put a golden plaque of "good people", and send it to Xiao Lan's house wrapped in red silk.

"Come out!" interrupted the two people whispering with a beating, the guard stood at the door, pointing his knife at Xiao Lan.

The rest of the people looked here, with a little sympathy and worry in their hearts, guessing what the newcomer had done wrong, but after contacting the guard’s menacing eyes, they quickly lowered their heads, for fear of Burn your body.

Standing outside the tent was a man wearing a fur robe, looking at his headwear and braids as if he was dressed as a prince, with seven or eight gemstone rings on his hands, which was even more distinguished. His name is Namur, who is the confidant of Yelvxing. He was sent to this deserted Gobi hill for nearly half a year, but he heard the guards pass back and said that a prisoner wanted to see him.

He looked at Xiao Lan up and down, and said, "Are you looking for me?"

Xiao Lan replied: "Yes."

"You're courageous." Namur nodded his chest with a horsewhip, "Why, want me to let you go?"

Xiao Lan smiled: "Your Excellency is so laborious to arrest the two of my brothers. There is no reason to let them go. Even if I ask, I'm afraid I won't be allowed."

Namur nodded: "That's right, what do you want to do?"

"I don't have any great strengths, but I know the current affairs." Xiao Lan said, "Now that I have been arrested here and I can't escape, I might as well find a way to negotiate terms so that I can live in the future. Live more comfortably."

"When the Han people speak, they really get around." Namur sneered. "The words'trait to the country and seek glory' will come into your mouth, and you can compose many different reasons."

Xiao Lan said frankly: "It's not that I intend to betray my country, it is forced by the current situation, and I have to make this move."

Namur shook his head: "You are unreliable."

"Your words are interesting." Xiao Lan turned around and looked at the tent. "These people used to live a stable life at home, but they were **** as slaves overnight, and they might have to work hard and work hard. Dead in the scorching desert, who can be willing to change? If someone tells them that they can return to Da Chu at this time, I'm afraid they will disappear in no time. Who can be reliable?"

"So what?" Namur was interested.

"Since it's unreliable, you might as well try my proposal." Xiao Lan said, "I am from Da Chu, and I know how to win over Da Chu's people. At least I can coax them to work willingly instead of relying on whips. Driven. In exchange, I only need a separate tent, wound medicine, and three clean meals a day."

Namur laughed and said, "You only need these?"

Xiao Lan said, "As long as these are needed now, it will not be too late to discuss future conditions."

Namur said: "You are very good at talking, but in the desert, the man who only leans on his mouth is a coward, and he is not worthy of a tent and cattle and sheep."

Xiao Lan glanced at the guard, and the corner of his mouth raised: "Isn't I just a mouth? This Xiongtai should be very clear."

The guard turned red and said a few words lowly.

"It doesn't count, you beat them." Namur waved his sleeves and pointed to the five silver sword samurai behind him, "If I win, I will agree to your terms."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Okay."

The five samurai drew their swords out of their sheaths and surrounded Xiao Lan. The blades of the swords reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, with a biting murderous intent.

Sitting in the tent, Lu Chai clenched his fist unconsciously. He naturally knew that Xiao Lan's martial arts was high and powerful. There were five such clutters, even fifty or five hundred, as long as he was given the weapon and horse that he was worthy of, he would be able to get out of the siege unharmed. But since Xiao Lan wanted to gain the trust of the other party this time, naturally he could not fully expose his foundation, and he was bound to have some reservations-so although he would not be seriously injured in this competition, he could suffer from a few punches, I was afraid that he would be there. It is inevitable.

Sure enough, after resisting for more than a hundred rounds, Xiao Lan was outnumbered, staggered and fell to the ground, a little embarrassingly defeated.

Nam'er laughed more and more arrogantly, and stretched out his hand to pull him up: "How does the fist of my Xilan country silver sword samurai feel?"

Xiao Lan patted the dirt on her body and said, "I lost."

"You have lost, but I can still agree to your request." Namur said, "Someone will give you a tent, and someone will give you clean food, but you must remember what you said. You will come to the desert. Here, if these people are rioting, you have to pay the price."

Xiao Lan took a deep breath: "Okay, thank you very much."

Two silver sword warriors stepped forward and motioned for him to follow along. Xiao Lan yelled into the tent, and after a while, he saw Lu chasing his hands out, only glanced at Namur secretly, and soon lowered his head again and hid behind Xiao Lan.

The people outside have been speaking foreign language, and few people in the tent can understand them. They can only follow a few words and Na Muer’s seemingly good laugh, and vaguely guess the two newcomers. I am afraid that I have already surrendered and become a running dog of this country. For a while, some people despise, some envy, some are eager to try, some are uneasy, and the air is a little more dull, like a dry vine, silently entangled every heart.

Xiao Lan lowered the curtain and said, "This Gobi has no other advantage, but the place is big enough." Even if it is a tent set up casually, it is also spacious and bright. The brazier is covered with thick felt cloth and fur. It must be warm all around.

"Is there any injury just now?" Lu asked.

Xiao Lan shook his head: "You'll get hurt if you get punched by those rash guys a few times. Do you think I pinched tofu?"

"That's also a loss." Lu Chai pressed his hand on his chest, and said dissatisfied, "I will call you back in the future."

Xiao Lan squeezed his chin and smiled softly, "It's a kid's temper again."

His eyes met, and Lu Zhui's heartbeat was a little faster again. This scene was originally quite ambiguous. If it goes smoother, it won't be impossible to do something else. But at this moment, he thought of those disguise potions—with such a weak and half-dead face, he seemed extremely disappointed in everything he did. He suddenly felt frustrated and pushed Xiao Lan away. After sitting on the ground, I felt that it was a disadvantage.

Someone brought warm steamed buns and soup. Although they were very rough, they were finally clean. Lu Chai tore a bit of steamed bun and fed it into his mouth, and asked, "Do you really plan to go to the depths of the desert with them?"

"Otherwise?" Xiao Lan said, "Since it's a pit prepared for the Chu army, I will encounter it sooner or later. It's better to check it out in advance. If it can't be destroyed, it's the best thing. If it can't be destroyed, at least I will know more about it. "

Lu Chai nodded: "Yeah."

"You should stay in Changfeng City well." Xiao Lan fed him the last spoonful of hot soup.

Lu Chai stepped back: "Why, you think I'm dragging you down?"

"Unreasonably making trouble." Xiao Lan smiled, "You know I don't know what that means."

Lu Zhui asked: "Then what do you mean?"

"I said it earlier, I feel distressed." Xiao Lan said, "I don't want you to suffer even if I'm half hard."

Lu Zhui said, "I didn't make tofu either."

Xiao Lan wiped his mouth: "But in my heart, you are pinched tofu."

Speaking of this, even if Lu Gongzi is stupid, he can still detect a little bit of emotion from it, not to mention that he is not stupid at first. Get along this way day and night, those meticulous and considerate care and laugh and whisper, wherever it is to a friend, it is clearly a lover. Naturally, he will have doubts in his heart. The doubts are in that lost memory, what is the relationship between the two, but he is unwilling to ask clearly. He just feels that he is as cautious and ambiguous as he is now, and it is also another green and sweet. The taste is like a small sprout tip emerging from my heart, looking at the person next to me curiously, waiting to grow up day by day in the sun and rain, and finally bear sweet fruit.

"Let me see." Xiao Lan still thought about his injury.

Lu Zhui covered his shirt: "Don't show it."

Xiao Lan smiled: "If you have contacts, I will let you see me too."

Lu Chai shook his head: "Don't don't." What's so good about you, when I return to the bath, I can't wait to get rid of it, swaying for a long time, I have seen it long ago, but I am different, I am still very fresh.

Xiao Lan opened the pot of wound medicine and smelled it, and rushed towards Lu and hooked his fingers.

Lu Zhui felt that this situation was like a bully molesting a good family woman.

Seeing him standing still, Xiao Lan simply grasped his wrist, forcibly pulled the person into his arms and untied the belt.

Lu Gongzi's expression is calm. Although my face is yellow, my body is white, and the lower abdomen muscles are quite strong, without faults. Now that you have all taken off, you might as well take a closer look.

Xiao Lan pushed the ointment away carefully, and said, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Lu Chai leaned on his chest, and was itchy with a few strands of hair on his face, so he "eat" and laughed.

"Stupid." Xiao Lan also laughed, and fastened his clothes. "Sleep for a while?"

"I want to find the master." Lu Chase said.

"Not bad." Xiao Lan nodded, "I still have the heart to think about business."

What else should I think? Lu Chai cleared his throat and urged, "What do you think?"

"Why do you want to find Zhang Mao?" Xiao Lan asked.

"According to Liu Yun, he should be a very assertive person. He has seen the world in the barracks and has a good literary talent. Among these prisoners, he can be regarded as the best." Lu Chase said, "You and I are after all. It’s easy to kill if you want to be single-handed, but if you want to organize so many people of Chu who don’t know the roots, you really need a few helpers."

Xiao Lan said: "Okay, just do as you say."

At the same time, in Changfeng City, Lu Wuming was asking Liu Yun, "Are you gone?"

"Yes, let's go." Liu Yun said, "Before leaving, Lord Lu left the horse and Daxia Xiao left the letter."

"What letter?" Lu Wuming asked.

Liu Yun took out an envelope from the book and presented it with both hands respectfully. The above is really Xiao Lan's handwriting, and Long Feifengwu wrote six large characters-Father-in-law's personal enlightenment.

Carrying a broadsword, Ah Liu silently glanced at Lu Wuming.

This way, I was very careful about how to hide, but my mother found out...

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Xiao Mingyu: Falling in love, happy.