The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Looking down, I saw a person covered in blood.

"Who are you?"

Fan Liang was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and wanted to struggle, but he found that the man was extremely strong and he couldn't.

He saw the man mumbling something, and he couldn't help but put his ear close to listen.

"Looking for General Feng, there is trouble at Yumen Gate."

Dong Wang took out the jade pendant from his arms, raised his hand with difficulty, and put it into Fan Liang's hand.

"Looking for General Feng..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes were fixed on Fan Liang.

"Don't die, I'll take you with me. We'll be there soon. Let's go, let's go..."

Fan Liang tried to pull the man up, but Dong Wang shook his head with blood oozing from his mouth, muttering those words.

"I know, I know. Find General Feng. Yumen is in trouble. Find General Feng. Yumen is in trouble."

Fan Liang nodded and promised to deliver the message, and only then did Dong Wang let go.

"Let's go, let's go."

He told Fan Liang to leave quickly. Fan Liang stepped back, stood up, looked around a few times, then turned around and left with a hard heart.

Dong Wang looked at Fan Liang's departing back, turned over and lay on the ground, looking at the starry sky through the shadows of the trees.

He can't go back, what will happen to his wife and children in the future?

With regret, he closed his eyes and his breathing slowly stopped.

Fan Liang finally reached the gate at dawn. He hid aside and did not dare to go out.

He saw people lining up to enter the city, and he straightened his clothes.

He was wearing black clothes, and the blood on his body could not be seen unless you looked closely, but the smell of blood was extremely strong.

He held the naan in his hand against his chest, lowered his head and followed in line at the back.

When they were about to enter the city, the soldiers guarding the gate suddenly smelled a strong smell of rust.

Looking at the person in front of them with his head lowered, the officers and soldiers became a little wary.

"Who are you and why are you entering the city?"

"Sir, someone asked me to give this to a man named Erdan. His family brought it to him."

Fan Liang handed over the coarse naan in his hand. When the captain of the guards guarding the city heard this, his expression became a little serious.

"Give me the stuff, you, and come in with me."

Fan Liang breathed a sigh of relief and his vigilance gradually decreased, but he did not notice the fierceness in the guard captain's eyes.

An inconspicuous soldier on the side was keeping an eye on this side and watched Fan Liang follow the captain of the guards in.

When they walked into an alley, Fan Liang found something wrong.

"Master, where are we going? Aren't we going to give the things to Erdan?"

The captain of the guards who was leading the way in front slowly stopped and turned around. In the shadows, he stared at Fan Liang with eyes like a poisonous snake.

"Yes, but you may have to give it to him underground."

Fan Liang's hair stood on end, and he turned around and started running in the direction they came from.

After just a few steps, he was kicked to the ground. He burst out with great potential and struggled to stand up again using all fours.

"What a hassle."

The captain of the guards frowned, not knowing what to do with that group of Western barbarians. There were actually some who slipped through the net.

He stepped forward quickly, grabbed Fan Liang's clothes, pushed him to the ground, raised the dagger in his hand, and aimed it at his neck.

It was over, Fan Liang closed his eyes tightly.

Suddenly he felt a weight on his body, and he couldn't breathe.

"Woke up."

Fan Liang opened his eyes and found that the person chasing him had fainted.

He hurriedly pushed the person away and sat up, gasping for breath.

"Oh, I have a stomachache this morning. Can you help me take a break?"

The soldier who was guarding the gate was holding his stomach with a look of pain on his face.

"Go quickly, I'll help you watch."

The person on the side looked disgusted and urged him to go back quickly.

"Thank you, Ang. I'll bring you some buns when I get back."

He was General Feng's eye inside the gate, responsible for observing anything amiss. So when the guard captain was about to kill Fan Liang, he arrived just in time.

By the time he entered the general's mansion, Fan Liang had not yet recovered from his shock.

Only after he met General Feng did he take out the blood-stained jade pendant in his hand.

When General Feng saw the jade pendant, his expression changed.

"Come, gather the troops and prepare for war."

The soldier guarding the gate returned to his position, holding a hot bun in his hand and handed it to the person next to him.

"Why so long?"

"Hey, you're asking that too?"

The soldier made faces and made the other person almost drop the bun in his mouth.

"Go, go, go. Fortunately, the captain of the guard is not here, otherwise you would be in trouble."

The soldier smiled, but what he didn't say was that the captain of the guards would never come back.

"Yeah, thank goodness. It scared me to death."

After several harassments by the Western Yi people, Yumen fell into an unprecedented calm, like the silence before a storm.

Liu Huaian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He had a premonition that tonight would not be peaceful.

He lay in bed and heard no sound.

This mansion seems a little too quiet tonight.

He got up, rolled up the quilt, opened the wardrobe and fumbled for a button, which opened a passage inside.

It has to be said that every official in Yumen is a smart person and will leave a way out for himself.

He inherited this life-saving item left by his predecessors.

As soon as he entered, someone came into the room.

Seeing the bulging quilt, the masked man looked fierce and raised his scimitar to harvest the bed.

Unexpectedly, he came up empty-handed. Feeling that there was no one there, he lifted the quilt and found that it was empty.

I reached out and felt around, and found some residual heat, so it must have been just a short while since I escaped.

"Damn it!"

Originally, if the magistrate was killed, the Western Yi army would take advantage of the chaos to directly attack Yumen and occupy it directly.

The rest of the people rushed over, saw the person running away, and scattered to look for him.

At this time, Liu Huaian was sitting in the tunnel, not knowing where to go.

At this time, he trusted very few people, and he didn't know who the Western Yi spies were. It was very likely that he would fall into the tiger's mouth if he was not careful.

I brushed off the dirt on my body and went out to face it no matter how difficult it was.

The people of Yumen are still waiting for him. Even if he dies, he will be the first to go to the flag-raising ceremony to boost the people's morale.

At this time, everyone in the Fang family was called up by a group of soldiers.

"The Lord has ordered all the prisoners to gather at the Xisha border."

These people all looked panic-stricken. Normally, only men went there, but today, both men and women were called out.

"What are we doing there so late?"

Someone asked quietly, and the leader turned around with a fierce look on his face and stared at that side fiercely.

"Why, after two days of rest, you still think you're the young master you used to be? My words are like imperial decrees. Whenever I call you, you have to get up. Hurry up! If you keep talking nonsense to me, I'll report to the King of Hell."

The group of fugitives shrank back in fear and obediently prepared to go over there.

Old Fang and Fang Youming looked at each other. Old Fang was about to speak, but Fang Youming spoke first.

"Sir, is this an order from the magistrate?"

The leader was a little impatient, "Damn it, if you keep beeping at me, hurry up and leave."

Fang Youming refused to leave, but asked even louder.

Now the refugees who were walking stopped and turned to look at the group of officers and soldiers.

The corner of Fang Youming's clothes was grabbed and he was pulled forward fiercely.