Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

The ruined temple in Yangcheng.

The skull of the Guanyin statue, which was covered with spider webs, was opened and a person crawled out from inside.

It looks particularly terrifying in this deserted and dilapidated temple.

The broken bowl would occasionally hit the statue of Guanyin, making a crisp sound.

Disheveled, tattered clothes.

Staggering out to beg.

Two big white steamed buns appeared in the bowl at some point, which was in stark contrast to his dusty appearance.

It attracted the attention of many colleagues.

Soon they surrounded him and trapped him.

"Hey, hand over everything you have and I'll spare your life."

The beggar didn't say anything, he just kept shrinking back. But it was no use shrinking back, as there were people everywhere.

Seeing that the steamed bun could not be saved, the black hand grabbed the bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

This action ignited the anger of other beggars.

He quickly put the other steamed bun into his arms.

The thing in his hand was snatched into pieces by countless hands, and even the thing in his mouth was picked out and thrown on the ground.

The leading beggar saw the white and broken steamed buns thrown on the ground.

"Hahahaha, if you lick that thing on the ground, I won't take your bun."

The idea caused a burst of laughter.

The beggar actually squatted down.

The leading beggar felt a little bored.

Unexpectedly, the squatting beggar crawled out from the gap like a loach and ran away desperately.

The leading beggar likes this and pursues the beggar relentlessly with his subordinates behind him.

Not knowing the direction, he just rushed forward aimlessly.

The group of beggars, who were running too fast, could not stop until they were stopped by soldiers with swords.

The one in front, seeing that there was no place to hide, rushed straight through the soldiers' obstruction and rushed in.

Other beggars were stopped.

The beggars who entered were caught and taken out, which attracted the attention of many Dongyuan soldiers who were detained there.

A Dongyuan soldier calmly put his hands into his sleeves.

Naturally, no one noticed this small detail unless the original owner of the object was pinned to the ground and beaten by the soldiers.

His eyes looked through the gaps in his hair and directly at the hand of the Dongyuan soldier.

The guards released him after giving him some warnings.

After coming out, the beggar still couldn't escape the fate of being beaten by other beggars.

During the beating, the rotten scars on his calves were accidentally exposed, but he quickly covered them up so that no one could see them.

After escaping, he held tightly to the half-loaf of steamed bun in his arms and rushed to the dilapidated temple. He wanted to return to the statue of Guanyin before the other beggars came back.

There was actually another person in the narrow space.

He slowly moved the man upwards, closer to the eyes of the statue, allowing him to breathe fresh air.

She squeezed herself further down and placed him on her lap.

Then she soaked the steamed bun in water, brought the still intact edge of the bowl close to his mouth, and slowly fed him.

Wait until everything is over before you can take a short break.

But he kept his hand on his forehead, carefully feeling the changes in his body temperature.

If Song Yue were here, she would have discovered that the symptoms this time were the same as last time.

Su Ge was only in a coma for a few days.

But the wounds on the body cannot be faked, and they will fester in the closed space.

He also started to have a fever, and it took a lot of effort to get it down, but he still didn't wake up.

As a result, the herbal medicine shop has been inexplicably short of herbs for the past two days.

At first it was just a little bit, and the shopkeeper thought it was done by a shop assistant.

It was not until I saw a few ginseng slices left at the end that I realized something was wrong.

From then on, Bo Qiu never succeeded again.

Fortunately, Sugo's condition no longer recurred.

Only then did Bo Qiu dare to leave him here alone and go out to observe the situation.

I know that there are still thousands of soldiers detained in Dongyuan.

I hang out there every day and have already gotten to know the terrain thoroughly.

Then you know, maybe there is still a chance.

Hence what happened today.

He hoped they would succeed, and hoped they would succeed soon.

He didn't want to see Sugo looking lifeless like this again.

I calmed down, but the stinging and burning sensation from my wound was unbearable. I dug out the only medicine I could find, uncorked the bottle, and looked at the empty ointment...

What a miserable life he had.

Both of their injuries were more serious below the calves. Sugo pulled up his trouser legs and applied the ointment evenly.

He had seen it further up before, and it wasn't very serious, without many exposed wounds.

However, the symptoms were so serious that he must have suffered internal injuries, or it might be the same as the previous time.

He was at his wit's end and had thought about going out to find a doctor, but without exception, every clinic was guarded by officers and soldiers, and the streets were full of soldiers patrolling back and forth.

One can imagine how much effort they put in to find King Li, and no one knows how long they can hold out here.

I didn't dare go any further, feeling that any longer glance would be a blasphemy to this handsome and elegant King Li.

Perhaps it was because I wasn't as innocent towards him as outsiders thought.

In this way, seven days passed and the ten-day deadline approached.

Su Wanmo became increasingly manic, and the missing two people kept him awake all night.

Even though many spies had infiltrated Yangcheng, no news came out.

He didn't dare to imagine what kind of crisis would be brought to Dongyuan if the brother who was carefully trained by Su Chen died.

The messages sent to Thirteen fell on deaf ears, as if everything he had was lost overnight.

"Report."

A eunuch rushed in.

"explain."

"Your Majesty, there's movement in Yangcheng."

Su Wanmo was overjoyed: "Tell me quickly."

"Our soldiers detained in Xiqing rioted early this morning, and all the uninjured soldiers escaped."

Su Wanmo: "Send reinforcements."

"Yes."

Before ten days had passed, the Dongyuan soldiers besieged Yangcheng again.

He Yusui was still anxiously waiting for news from the court and urgently looking for someone.

As soon as he heard that the Dongyuan soldiers had escaped, he was already in a state of panic.

Now there is still the city gate to take care of.

If we are not careful inside or outside, we won’t even have a chance to retreat.

Arrived outside the tent of King Nanchuan.

Hearing the sound of stringed instruments coming from inside, he rushed in angrily and smashed the flute and harp in the hands of the musicians to pieces.

Prince Nanchuan sat up straight: "Fang Yuan, what happened?"

He Yusui asked, "Would the King of Nanchuan be willing to search the city for the fleeing Dongyuan soldiers, or would he rather lead his troops to the city gates to deal with the Dongyuan soldiers besieging the city?"

King Nanchuan was shocked, and he knew that He Yusui would not get angry easily, so he raised his hand and waved the musicians and dancers away.

Of course he was willing to stay in the city and search.

The King of Nanchuan is just a little passive and lazy in his old age, but he still has some strength.

Otherwise, he and He Zhenhai would not be called Bei He Nan Chuan together.

A thunderous search was carried out in the city.

Since the population base of those Dongyuan soldiers was too large, it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.

Sugo woke up as early as last night. Apart from some pain in his wound, he seemed to have no internal injuries at all.

With the help of medicine, recovery is much faster than with a thin hill.

It was like having a long dream, and the previously vague images and scenes in my mind gradually became clearer.

Just like the moon appears after the clouds have parted.

But my memory of being here is becoming increasingly vague.

The longer the time goes, the less you remember.