Thinking of this, the eldest brother raised his hand, and a man behind him dismounted. Just as he was about to raise his hand to chop down, he saw Jiang Zhiyu suddenly sobbing and fell down first.
[Just kidding, I'm an undercover agent, but I won't suffer any physical pain.]
The man who raised his hand: "..."
He looked at his palm in surprise, and said with a hint of excitement: "Brother! I learned it. Did you see it? She fell before I even made a move!"
"What the hell did you learn!" The eldest brother couldn't help but curse. "She clearly fainted from crying! Hurry and get her in the car! Don't waste any more time!"
The man who raised his hand was stunned for a few seconds, a hint of loss flashed in his eyes, then he withdrew his hand, picked up Jiang Zhiyu and put him on the cart behind them where their things were stored.
[Hey, there are apples? Yup.]
The sound of Jiang Zhiyu chewing an apple reached He Yanting's ears. He Yanting, who was pretending to be faint, had his Adam's apple move slightly and his fingers curled up slightly, as if he was pinching something.
The mountain road was bumpy and his movements did not attract the attention of other bandits.
…
It was already dawn, but the bandits, who had not slept all night, were not tired at all and looked full of energy.
The winter morning was exceptionally cold. Large braziers were burning everywhere in the village. The bandits entered the main tent in groups, and Jiang Zhaorong, He Yanting and Jiang Zhiyu were also pushed into the center of the tent.
The room was warm. The eldest brother took off his fur coat and threw it to the people standing next to him, his eyes moving over them.
"Tell me now. Now that you're here, don't count on the officers and soldiers. Tell me everything clearly, and maybe I can spare your lives."
He pinched his eyebrows with his stubby fingers, and looked upward with narrow eyes slightly narrowed, with an indescribable obscene meaning.
"Then... you go first."
He pointed at Jiang Zhaorong.
"I've already said it before. If you were in Shengjing, I could certainly offer you a hundred taels of gold. But this is Jinzhou. If you can afford to wait, please send someone to send a letter back."
His eyes were firm and his words were sincere, without any hypocrisy.
The eldest brother stared at him for a long while, then looked away and said to He Yanting in a cold tone, "What about you?"
"He's just the son of the Minister of the Court, not worth mentioning."
"Minister? How much wealth do you have?"
"Gold and silver are not worth it."
The eldest brother choked. If someone else spoke to him like this, he would have been beaten up long ago. But when he met He Yanting's calm gaze, even though there was clearly nothing wrong and he was still under someone else's control, the eldest brother's heart inexplicably trembled and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.
Among these people, only the little girl is easier to control.
But what could she know?
The eldest brother sighed softly, "Take him away, give the official some paper and pen, and have Fei Mao Tui ride as fast as he can to Shengjing."
One man escorted the three of them away, and the rest of the people looked at the eldest brother with confusion in their hearts.
"In three days, we will have to go back there. Even if a flying scud is really fast, it would not be enough to go back and forth between Shengjing and Jinzhou in three days. We can't send someone to wait for him."
"Then I won't wait any longer."
The eldest brother frowned and looked at him impatiently: "Do you want me to explain it more clearly?"
The man suddenly fell silent.
What does Big Brother mean by that? Could it be that he wants to lose his Scud?
But how can I explain this to the boss?
…
In the tent next to them, Jiang Zhiyu, He Yanting and Jiang Zhaorong were all locked up together. Perhaps because they were too useless, there was no one guarding them.
Jiang Zhaorong's hands were tied behind his back. He sat on the ground, his eyes slightly raised: "Tell me, what are you planning?"
Jiang Zhiyu blinked: "Isn't this obvious?"
Jiang Zhaorong: “…”
He choked and chuckled, "Now you're even more sharp-tongued."
Before, I just complained in my mind, but now I say it out loud.
Thinking of the inner voice, Jiang Zhaorong's eyelashes trembled slightly. He originally thought that being able to hear the inner voice of the young fish was a blessing from God, but now he can't hear it anymore. Why?
But of course he couldn't tell Jiang Zhiyu this directly, and now was not the time to think about this.
Jiang Zhaorong looked around and found that there was nothing in the tent except some animal furs.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at He Yanting.
"This isn't the main camp. Do you want to follow these people back to the main camp and capture them all in one fell swoop?"
Jiang Zhaorong realized this when he saw the village.
He Yanting turned a deaf ear to him. Jiang Zhiyu took a few steps ahead, twitched his ears, and chuckled, "Here I come."
Jiang Zhaorong: “???”
He was about to speak when a noise started to rise outside. After a while, he heard a chorus of voices outside shouting, "Big Boss, Second Boss."
"Look, it's delivered to your door."
Jiang Zhiyu's mouth curled up.
There was no sound outside for a while. After waiting for half a cup of tea, a large man opened the curtain and said, "Follow me!"
Three people followed behind him, and Jiang Zhiyu was holding a hot water bottle in his hand.
The bandit had never seen such a thing before, and he kept glancing at her hand. After a few glances, he suddenly felt a chill on his body. He raised his head and met He Yanting's cold gaze.
The big man was startled and subconsciously looked away.
That's not right! The big man took a few steps before realizing that their lives were in his hands. Why would he be afraid of them?!
Although he thought so, the big man didn't dare to look at it again.
However, when this little girl was caught before, did she still have this thing on her?
…
In front of the main tent, the bandits put the square tables together to form a long mat. Jiang Zhiyu saw a wild boar placed next to it, and thought it was for the evening celebration.
She licked her dry lips.
[I'm hungry again. Talent can't really be eaten.]
He Yanting: “…”
After entering the tent, the eldest brother who was sitting before was standing next to him. There was a man sitting on a chair with his legs crossed. He was covered with wolf tooth ornaments and had an eye patch on his left eye. He raised his head lazily when he heard the sound.
"They are the ones?"
His voice was casual and sounded unserious, but it also carried a magnetic and intimidating force.
[Oh Mo Oh Mo, this sound touched my heart! ]
Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up slightly, and his eyes suddenly became charming.
As soon as He Yanting heard Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts, his eyes became dark and deep like a mirror. He pulled the corners of his mouth slightly and his heartbeat quickened a bit.
"To the boss, it's them," the eldest brother said with a smile. "We've found out about the one next to him. He's a high-ranking official from the capital, a fat sheep, and a hundred taels of gold is no problem. The two people next to him are brother and sister. Their backgrounds are still unknown, but he said he is the son of the Minister."
"The son of the Minister?"
The eldest boss chuckled lightly: "Why, after not seeing you for so many years, General He has found a new father? Which minister dares to accept you as his son?"
Jiang Zhaorong's eyes narrowed. He actually knew him?
Before He Yanting could respond, the eldest boss continued, "Oh, I just saw that Master He's leg is healed too? Congratulations!"
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