Chu Mu laughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes. He walked over and patted Nan Mo, who was standing there with his legs apart.
"Brother, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at you, I just couldn't help it...why don't you wear mine? It seems longer."
Nan Mo's ears turned slightly red: "No, pink and tender..." is more suitable for you.
Chu Mu was stunned: "Huh? Are you also a Zhen scholar?"
"Ah?" Nan Mo was puzzled.
[Okay, I'm overthinking it. Where does all that come from? -]
“Woof woof woof!!”
Chu Mu's thoughts were interrupted by a burst of dog barking.
He looked at Lao Ba reflexively.
The big yellow dog shook his head violently: "It's not me!"
Nan Mo's face changed. He hugged Chu Mu with his left hand, picked up Lao Ba with his right hand and jumped onto the tree.
They were hiding at the top of a mountain, and the tree was an excellent observation point.
I saw a group of infantrymen with hunting dogs rushing up the mountain on the mountainside.
"That's pretty clever, little brother. Are you sure your horse is hidden?"
Chu Mu pressed tightly against Nan Mo in an almost hugging position. He leaned back slightly, and his cheek rubbed against Nan Mo's lips.
So tender!
Like eggs cooked by my mother with mare’s milk!
"It's well hidden. Wufeng is smart and knows how to avoid it."
"That's good. It's called Wufeng?"
Chu Mu was not angry at all because he was taken advantage of. Instead, he seemed very interested in the horse.
Nan Mo licked his lips——
Are all the beauties in the Central Plains as passionate as he is?
"Yes, its mane is the color of a dark cloud, and it runs like the fastest wind."
"Nice name, simple and straightforward."
The team of infantrymen moved very quickly and reached the halfway point of the mountain in a short while.
Chu Mu and Nan Mo breathed as lightly as possible, without making any sound.
Not long after, the infantrymen arrived under the camphor tree.
“Woof woof! Woof woof!”
The hounds began barking wildly as they circled somewhere on the ground.
Chu Mu took a quick look.
[Ah! Damn you! Even a meat pie can still fall apart!]
Nan Mo looked at the huddled big yellow dog and asked curiously, "Isn't this dog called Ah Huang? Why did it become Lao Ba again?"
But now is not the time to dwell on this issue, because the hound on the ground has raised its head and is roaring at the treetops.
only--
It doesn't seem to be facing their tree.
"In the tree!"
"Surround them!"
Chu Mu looked in the direction the pawn was running in confusion.
They didn't come under the camphor tree. Instead, they ran to the other side and surrounded a maple tree, shouting, "Fang Wuxin, we've seen you. Come down and surrender!"
[Fang Wuxin? This name sounds familiar. Where have you heard it before?] Chu Mu frowned in thought.
{It's in the storyline!} Lao Ba reminded him in time, {The original owner scratched her face during exile to avoid being defiled. The escorting captain was so angry that he sent her to be made into a medicine man.}
[Oh, I remember now, that poison doctor's name is Fang Wuxin.]
Chu Mu read the plot at a glance and only got a rough idea of it.
He vaguely remembered that Fang Wuxin came from a wealthy family, but he had poisoned his parents to death with a packet of poison.
He should have been sentenced to death, but because he had saved the life of the previous king when he was young, he was given a certificate of immunity from death and was only sentenced to exile.
During his exile, he became very familiar with the soldiers. Seeing that the sergeant was trying every possible way to torture a disabled and ugly man, he became interested and decided to turn the man into a poisoned man.
Chu Mu opened the plot segment for a detailed explanation, and one of the sections was described as follows:
[He lay beside the cage, watching Chaomu writhing in pain like an animal, his eyes dancing with excitement.
"Ugly freak, tell me, do you hate this world?"
Chaomu's throat was damaged, and the sound he made was like a dull knife. He grabbed his throat and shook his head: "No - I don't hate -"
Fang Wuxin's sinister brows seemed to be covered with a layer of dark clouds.
He was silent for a long time, and finally snorted coldly: "Then just bear with it!"
Then, he walked away, leaving Chaomu banging his head against the iron cage...]
Chu Mu couldn't stand it anymore, so he touched his chest and made a "yue" gesture.
Nan Mo turned to look at him, his eyes filled with concern and confusion.
Chu Mu shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
"Fang Wuxin! Come down quickly and surrender!"
The infantrymen over there drew their swords and struck the tree trunks, making a series of loud bangs and clangs.
"Oh, stop arguing!"
A figure emerged from the maple tree. The distance was a bit far, and Chu Mu couldn't see the other person's face clearly. He could only vaguely feel that the other person should be young.
"I'm warning you! If you accidentally chop down the tree, I'll fall down, and then I'll fall to the ground..."
Fang Wuxin's voice sounded lazy, without any panic of being caught.
"I have a lot of poison on me—oh, it seems like there's a lot of poison on me. Let me see. Five Poison Powder, Heartbreak Juice..."
With each report he made, the soldiers under the tree retreated a step further.
After retreating to what they thought was a safe distance, they continued to shout, "Fang Wuxin, stop hoping for luck! Come down quickly!"
"Don't worry! I'll be right there."
Fang Wuxin slid down the tree trunk.
"Oh, my old arms and legs..."
When his legs touched the ground, Fang Wuxin suddenly turned his head and scattered medicine powder from his sleeves.
“Ahhhhhh!”
The infantrymen dropped their weapons, covered their eyes and began to scream.
Those ferocious hounds twitched twice and fell directly to the ground.
Fang Wuxin clapped his hands and swaggered towards Chu Mu: "Friends in the tree, we are all wanderers in the world together, why don't we walk together?"
Nan Mo glanced at the dead people and dogs lying on the ground and clenched his fists defensively.
Chu Mu patted him: "Relax, let's see what he wants to do first."
Fang Wuxin must have been hiding in the maple tree early in the morning, but Chu Mu and Nan Mo didn't notice him.
This means that in addition to the poisonous medicine, Fang Wuxin's kung fu is also very good.
Chu Mu jumped down from the branch, her pink gauze skirt swaying in the wind, like a feather scratching Fang Wuxin's heart.
"Fragrant!" Fang Wuxin sniffed. "It smells so good! A beauty like you, if I were the Duke of Zhenguo, I wouldn't care even if the King of Yin gave me all the power."
In the modern world, this statement would be considered a joke at best, but in ancient times, it would be almost like sexual harassment.
This is of a serious nature.
If she met a chaste and virtuous man, he might fight Fang Wuxin to the death.
Chu Mu looked Fang Wuxin up and down, then twitched back with a smile:
"This young master has red lips and white teeth, and he looks really handsome. I support you to apply for a position in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. You will definitely be the most favored one in the harem."
Fang Wuxin was stunned at first, then he clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahaha, young master, you are really a wonderful person. I have decided to make you my friend."
Nan Mo looked at the person who appeared out of nowhere in front of him, feeling a little unhappy.
He pulled Chu Mu's arm: "Be careful, he is poisonous."
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