Chapter 118: Protecting from afar
"I didn't come here because of her order. I want to make this clear to you. Yue Lei was sent by me, but my order was not to arrest you. I promised you to protect you. But I didn't know that Duan Ya changed Yue Lei's order."
Han Lang tried to explain as briefly and clearly as possible. He knew that Feng Aoqing would not have the patience to listen to him say too much.
"Get out!" Feng Aoqing snorted coldly.
"Where am I going again?!"
"I will investigate the matter of the child later. I have already said that I do not want to see you again. Why are you asking me where you are going without asking your master?"
"From yesterday on, I am no longer hers."
"Oh, you're still trying to make me feel bad? Hey, Han Lang, stop acting. Even if you're not tired, I'm tired too. Go play your elegant games, please don't bring me along. I want to vomit just by looking at you."
"I know it's hard for you to believe me right now, but I'm not lying to you."
"Whatever, no matter whether what you said is true or not, anyone who has any connection with Duan Ya will never appear in front of me again. I will kill anyone I see. I know I can't kill you, but I can fight."
Han Lang stood there in a daze.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said quietly, "There are silver, quilts, and clothes under the bed, and there are food and utensils in the box outside the carriage. I know you don't need them, but I'm just telling you."
This time, he didn't wait for Feng Aoqing to tell him to get out and got out of the car on his own.
Feng Aoqing got out of the carriage and saw Han Lang helping her untie the horse rope tied to the tree.
He remembered something and asked again, "Can you drive?"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Aoqing had already sat in the driver's seat and picked up the whip to whip him.
The mud from the wheels splashed all over Han Lang's face and body.
He watched the carriage rush away.
"Oh, it's raining so hard and the mountain road is so slippery, but you're not afraid of rolling down the mountain." He sighed.
At this time, someone rode a horse to Han Lang's side in the forest beside the official road.
As if they knew he would be driven away, these people also brought a horse for him.
He mounted his horse and galloped wildly in the rain, still heading in the direction Feng Aoqing left.
"It's definitely going to roll downhill!" Han Lang said angrily, "I have to rescue it!"
Before they had chased far, they saw the carriage stopped by the roadside and the horse was gone.
"You don't have a saddle, but you're riding on someone else's horse!" Han Lang cursed again.
The secret guards behind him looked at each other and didn't dare to speak.
"Oh, you can take out the saddle by yourself, right? Do you know if it is safe? If it is not safe, you will die if you fall down!" Han Lang continued to mutter.
The secret guards wanted to go up and touch their master's head to see if he had a fever too.
A secret guard got into the car to check and told Han Lang that everything was still there.
"She doesn't need it." Han Lang asked them to take some of their belongings with them on their horses and continue chasing.
When he saw a figure, he stopped the horse and slowed down.
"If you get too close, she'll get annoyed. Stay away." Han Lang knew the people behind him wouldn't ask, so he told them.
Now, everyone finally understood that they could not travel together and could only stay away.
If you are too close, you are afraid of being scolded; if you are too far, you are afraid of not being able to protect him/her.
Feng Aoqing ran until dark with no intention of stopping.
"He's already sick, is he trying to kill himself?" Han Lang looked worried, and he didn't stop whipping his horse as he chased closer.
Feng Aoqing was determined to catch up with the exile team as soon as possible. She knew that Duan Ya still needed Mo Beiyuan and it was impossible for her to kill the Mo family. She was only afraid that Duan Ya would imprison the Mo family so as to control Mo Beiyuan.
Duan Ya didn't care about the people in the exile team, but no corpses were seen along the way.
At an intersection, Feng Aoqing finally stopped.
She jumped off the horse and let it eat some grass while she went to explore the way.
On the third tree at the left fork in the road, she saw Mo Nanzhou's mark.
The Mo family was temporarily safe, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
After the fever subsided, Feng Aoqing felt much better and concluded that it was not an epidemic, but just a cold and fever.
The rain stopped at this moment, so she simply went back to the space, took a shower, changed her clothes, and ate her fill before coming out.
The hidden guard behind Han Lang was obviously not calm.
Feng Aoqing clearly did not leave their sight, but in an instant, her light purple dress changed into grape purple women's casual attire.
Yesterday, she was soaked and Han Lang changed her clothes.
At this time, she changed to grape purple.
She has always loved bright colors, and prefers purple. She also chooses bright colors in this color system and never wears such dark colors.
Because that’s my state of mind!
She had fallen into darkness.
Thinking of this, Han Lang's face also became gloomy. Fortunately, she was light when she jumped on the horse, so she should be able to bear it.
Along the way, Mo Nanzhou left notes for her at key intersections.
She ran like this for two days and two nights without stopping for a moment, and the horse was almost run to death by her.
Finally, in the early morning dew, Feng Aoqing saw a carriage parked on the side of the road. It belonged to the exile team, and they were camping and resting in the woods beside the official road.
She walked to the edge of the camp and was spotted by the night watchman.
"Who is it?!" the other party shouted.
Feng Aoqing took a look and found that they were not from the exile team, but their clothes were the same as those who captured her.
Her face froze.
"Take your people and leave immediately." The morning chill made her voice a little colder.
"Madam!" Wei Ze stepped forward.
Everyone woke up one after another, and when they saw it was Feng Aoqing, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is the person sent by the master." Wei Ze introduced her when he saw her cold face.
"We don't need you anymore, leave now!" Feng Aoqing shouted, "If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."
"Madam Mo, we are following the orders of the Princess and General Mo to escort the Mo family to Yanzhou." The leader of the twelve people stepped forward and said.
Although he was polite, there was no respect in his tone.
Feng Aoqing also took a step forward and straightened her clothes.
"I knew you were a decent person, so I told you to get out! Tell her if she dares to send anyone else, I'll kill as many as you can."
The man fell down without saying a word, holding his neck.
These words were spoken to the people behind him.
When the elegant people saw that she dared to kill and speak wildly, they didn't know who she was for a moment.
He was stunned for a moment and then prepared to draw his sword.
Everyone in the exile team stood up, and of course they stood on Feng Aoqing's side.
The two Bao'er rubbed their eyes and seemed to have heard their mother's voice, but before they could see clearly, An Jinge took them far away and covered them in a cloak.
"Even if you are General Mo's wife, you cannot disobey the eldest princess's order!" One of the remaining people stood up.
Just as Feng Aoqing was about to move, she heard the sound of horse hooves behind her, followed by the sound of a sword.
A sword pierced through the body of the man who had just spoken.
When they saw the sword, everyone knew who the owner was and took two steps back.
Han Lang jumped off his horse, landed in front of Feng Aoqing, stepped on the man's body, and drew his sword.
"I give you face." He squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
"Lord Han." The rest of the people saluted.
"Get out! Tell Duanya exactly what the lady said." Han Lang said sternly.
Those people left without hesitation.
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