"I'm afraid we won't have time to make noodles this morning!"

Jing Zhe stopped arguing with Fatty and recounted what he had just heard.

"Did you blow him up?"

As soon as Chen Mo finished asking, Jing Zhe waved his hands repeatedly: "It wasn't me, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

"I just wanted to teach Lin Wenyao a lesson, but who knew he would come up with such a huge vat and even move it into his father's bedroom! It just goes to show that there are bad guys among the masses!"

Chen Mo pursed his lips but didn't expose him. Then he thought that things had escalated to this point, and he would have no place to stand in Yongzhou anymore. He could only go to Jingzhou.

He immediately beamed with joy.

"Since it's already happened, there's no point in saying more. Let's get out of the city as soon as possible!"

Just as Jing Zhe nodded, Fatty Qiu frowned and said, "Young Master, come and take a look!"

Jing Zhe opened the door a crack and peeked out, discovering that there were quite a few soldiers outside, and that they had even surrounded the watermelon stall!

The son blew up his own father, and the mother, not letting her deceased husband go, has now surrounded her own watermelon stall. Such "righteousness over family ties" seems to be hereditary!

Jing Zhe closed the door, pulled his head back, and sighed.

"It seems we can't get out of there!"

Chen Mo's house is too close to the watermelon shop. If a few people open the door and go out, the soldiers outside will definitely find them.

"Let's go through the back door!"

Chen Mo made the suggestion.

The back door faced another street. Fatty opened the door, looked around, and then the group ran out together.

The streets were deserted at dawn, and it didn't take long for them to arrive at the main street leading to the city gate.

"etc!"

Jing Zhe stopped the group and pointed in the direction of the city gate.

The city gates are traditionally opened at sunrise and closed at sunset, but with the current weather, it's already bright at dawn, and the city gates should have been open long ago.

But the city gates were closed today, and soldiers were guarding them inside. Anyone who wanted to leave the city would be questioned before being allowed to pass. Jing Zhe noticed that women were allowed to pass directly, but if it was a man, the soldiers would take out a piece of paper to compare with him, which was probably a portrait.

If I'm not mistaken, the person above is most likely him!

"What should we do?"

Seeing this, Chen Mo became somewhat anxious.

Jing Zhe frowned, clearly unable to come up with a good solution.

"Young Chieftain, why don't I rush over and take those two down, then we can force our way out!"

Jing Zhe glanced at the fat ball, then looked in the direction of the city gate, and immediately shook his head.

Fatty blushed under Jing Zhe's gaze. "Young Chieftain, are you underestimating Fatty's skills? I can easily take on both of them!"

According to Jing Zhe, in the combat power ranking on Mangshan Mountain, Lu Li is in a league of his own, while the second tier consists of the seemingly harmless and simple-minded Lu Li. The remaining people are not too different in combat power, but each of them can easily take on four or five government soldiers, which is why the government does not dare to easily touch them.

But that's not why he refused.

Because besides the two guards standing at the gate, there were many soldiers on the city wall. Even if you could break through those two guards and get out, what would happen if the people behind you chased after you?

"Two legs can't outrun four legs," Jing Zhe explained, and only then did Fatty calm down.

Just as they were worrying, a group of people suddenly appeared at the end of another alley. The leader was wearing a crimson brocade robe and a red embroidered ball on his body. He rode a tall horse and had a joyful expression on his face.

The people behind carried the bright red sedan chair with light and agile steps, suggesting that the sedan chair was empty. After a brief analysis, Jing Zhe concluded that the groom was probably preparing to go out of the city to pick up the bride.

With a smirk, he slapped his thigh and laughed, "I've got a plan!"

"What method?"

Chen Mo leaned closer and asked.

Jing Zhe glanced at the approaching troops, then turned to stare into Chen Mo's beautiful, bright eyes, and said emotionally:

Let's get married!

"..."

...

"no!"

After a moment of silence, all three spoke at the same time.

It was one thing for Chen Mo and Gui Zhi to object, but it was Fatty Ball's objection that Jing Zhe found intolerable, and he said coldly, "What are you objecting to?"

"I…"

Fatty paused for a moment before saying, "The young chieftain's wedding is a major event on the mountain. How can the chieftain not know about it?"

"..."

You really can't trust what men say!

If we hadn't fed them noodles, would they have gotten married so quickly?

Besides, what does this Miss Chen have besides being thinner, prettier, and having a better figure? Can she compare to my sister?

Fatty Ball thought with a worried expression.

Jing Zhe ignored him and looked at Chen Mo, whose face was flushed, and explained, "The marriage I mentioned was a fake marriage! In such a tense situation, I'm not out of my mind, why would I think about marriage?"

"A fake marriage..."

Chen Mo muttered something to himself, then breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he suddenly felt empty and a bit choked up.

Jing Zhe had just briefly explained the plan to the group when the groom rode over on a tall horse.

"Young master, please save me!"

"???"

The groom, who was coming from the opposite direction, was stopped and was a little confused. After looking him over, he found nothing unusual. Why would someone suddenly shout for help?

Looking at Jing Zhe's appearance, he was handsome and refined. Even the groom himself felt ashamed of his own appearance in comparison, so he asked, "Young master... why do you say that?"

Jing Zhe, with a bitter face, pointed at Chen Mo, who was bowing his head: "This young lady and I are mutually in love, but our families object because she is not from the city. But what does a man and woman's love have to do with family background? I couldn't stand it, so I took the young lady and ran away, intending to leave the city!"

The groom looked in the direction Jing Zhe was pointing and saw a beautiful woman in front of him. Although she was looking down, her stunning beauty was not diminished in the slightest. The groom was stunned for a moment, and the bride who was waiting for him to marry outside the city suddenly lost her appeal.

Such a beautiful woman, don't give her to me!

The groom shouted in his heart.

"Cough cough!"

Seeing the groom's infatuated expression, Jing Zhe thought to himself that he was a pervert, and continued, "Unfortunately, someone in my family knows the soldiers guarding the city, so they sent men to intercept us at the gate. If they find me, they will definitely arrest me! I beg you, sir, to save us!"

The groom glanced at Chen Mo again before looking away, and asked curiously, "Everyone hopes that lovers will eventually get married, but how can I save you?"

With a look of delight, Jing Zhe said, "Just let her sit in the sedan chair. If the soldiers ask, you can just say that you're going back to your hometown after leaving the city!"

"What if they inspect it?"

"Don't worry, once they open the sedan curtain and see that there's a woman inside, as long as they don't notice me, they'll let us through!"

The groom nodded repeatedly after listening, but then suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Where is the young master hiding?"

Jing Zhe pointed at the sedan chair and grinned.

"Of course I want to go in too!"

"..."

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