Chapter 72 Guardianship
When the sun climbed to the middle of the sky, Xie Jinglan and his group were walking on the official road at the border between the two states.
Dozens of war horses were galloping outside the carriage, their iron hooves hitting the ground like drums.
However, the carriage was eerily quiet.
Xie Jinglan half leaned in the car,
His slender fingers were pressed against his forehead, and there was an inextricable gloom between his brows.
He knew that he would have to leave at dawn, but he still wanted to possess her inch by inch.
I don't know what she will be like now...
At the moment when my thoughts were wandering, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came!
Xie Jinglan suddenly raised his eyes, and the gloom in his eyes was instantly split by the sharp light.
Outside the carriage, horses' hooves were clamoring in disorder. Qing Feng shouted sternly:
"There's an assassin! Protect the Marquis!"
Then there was the sound of swords being drawn from their sheaths.
At the same time, a black arrow pierced through the curtain and brushed past Xie Jinglan's ear.
The hand that was originally against his forehead stretched out like lightning, and the wind from his fingers carried the strength of holding swords and guns for many years. Before the arrow could be nailed into the wall of the car behind him, he had firmly grasped it.
The arrow shaft made a buzzing sound in the palm of my hand, and the tail feathers were still trembling.
He frowned and tightened his fingertips suddenly, and the restless thing was strangled by this brute force.
His cold eyes swept over the feathers at the tail of the arrow, and sure enough, he saw a very thin silver thread at the base of the feather, wrapping a roll of plain paper inside the feather.
His pupils shrank slightly, he pinched the end of the paper with two fingers and pulled it out, then bent his knuckles to press down on the corner of the paper and slowly unfolded it.
But there were a few lines of words scribbled on it:
"I have this wonderful person in my hands. See you at Bloodfang Village. You come alone! If anything goes wrong, you'll be waiting to collect his body!"
Finally, a small silver earring slipped from the corner of the paper and fell into his palm.
This earring doesn't belong to anyone else, it belongs to Wen Ning!
The eyes that were originally as dark as ink now looked like a raging sea split open by thunder.
Xie Jinglan punched the car wall, causing the wooden frame to rustle.
He suddenly grabbed the long sword from the inner wall and shouted:
"Qing Feng—dismount!"
Upon hearing this, Qingfeng subconsciously turned over and jumped down. Before he could even land firmly on his feet, he saw his master had already jumped onto the horse's back.
Xie Jinglan gripped the reins tightly, his eyes slashing towards the south of the city like a knife.
As his warhorse neighed as it reared to its feet, he turned around and shouted to his guards, "Go to Xianfeng Courtyard and protect Xibao!"
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In the past, the name of Blood Tooth Village was famous throughout Yuezhou.
The large bronze cauldron in front of the village gate is used to cook beef and mutton all year round, and the wine cellar in the back mountain is filled to the brim with everything from the finest tribute wine to Shaodaozi.
The chiefs were throwing silver ingots and drinking strong liquor, while the minions were squatting at the foot of the wall and bragging.
If the brothers in the village took a fancy to a girl from a certain family, they just had to tell the leader, who would grab her, put a pair of heavy silver bracelets on her wrists, and then make her clothes out of the finest silk.
Seeing this situation, most of the women would be satisfied and stay quietly to be the bandit's wives.
As long as one is ruthless and cruel enough, even the government will have to take a detour and show respect to him. The people in the Blood Fang Village live a more ostentatious life than anyone else.
But now, looking at it again, there is only a mess.
Xie Jinglan led his troops here a month ago. They were like cutting through waves, their cavalry broke through the gate of the village, and their arrows were like locusts.
In just a few hours, the once arrogant Blood Fang Village was reduced to nothing but ruins.
The five or six remaining bandits who escaped the net vowed to take revenge.
Hearing that Xie Jinglan was going back to Beijing, they took the opportunity to kidnap Wen Ning.
He dragged her through the ruins and brought her to the arrow tower in the corner of the village wall.
"If Mr. Xie dares to come, let this woman be buried with him first."
"Damn it! The days of feasting and drinking, and mountains of gold and silver, were all ruined by that Xie!"
"He's attracted to this woman, isn't he?" a Yukou spat, tightening the hemp rope that bound Wen Ning. "Then let him know that even heroes can't resist the temptation of beautiful women. This temptation is a death trap!"
Wen Ning's dress had long been stained with mud, and her shoulders were trembling from the hemp rope, but she didn't even make a sound.
She had just experienced a night of sex yesterday, and now her body felt like it was crushed and barely stuck together.
Every movement caused pain in the gaps between my bones, and the slightest struggle made my whole body feel weak.
The cold sweat from her forehead slid down her temples. She lowered her eyes and her long eyelashes trembled violently.
The burlap stuffed in his mouth made his cheeks hurt, and he could only turn his head slightly and breathe with difficulty through the gap in the cloth.
A bald man with scabies on his head stood nearby, grinning to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth, with a stream of muddy saliva winding down from the corner of his mouth.
The rough hands rubbed Wen Ning's delicate neck fiercely. "Tsk tsk, this skin is so tender! Even smoother than the fattest lamb in our village!"
The remaining bandits around him burst into laughter. "Baldy, wipe your saliva first, haha!"
Another lame minion also licked his lips, with a greedy look on his face.
"Yes, Second in Command, today we have to either kill Xie or die at his hands! This woman is so alluring, why don't we have some fun for now and get a taste of what Xie's beloved daughter is like."
As he spoke, he tore open Wen Ning's clothes, revealing one of her snow-white shoulders.
Wen Ning tried desperately to turn sideways to cover herself, but the hemp rope tied her tightly, and she could only watch the snow-white skin exposed to the dirty sight.
Her whole body began to tremble violently. Besides the cold, there was also a chill that seeped into her bones.
The scarred leader saw the lame henchman rushing forward and kicked him in the knee.
"Look how impatient you are! Wait until I finish what I'm saying. I'll make this young woman know exactly how her husband pushed us into this desperate situation, and why she ended up in our hands. She'll remember this lesson today."
After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Wen Ning's hair and pulled her up from the ground.
"Look!" He pinched Wen Ning's cheek with his other hand, forcing her to look outside. "It was that Xie who led his troops to razed our Blood Fang Village and killed my brother and many of our brothers! He took away our good life, and we have no way to survive! We want revenge! The only way is to use you to lure him to his death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that was pinching her cheek suddenly loosened, and with his other hand, he exerted force hard and threw Wen Ning to the ground.
"So, if you want to blame someone, you can only blame Xie! You are the apple of his eye, so you have to bear this pain for him!"
The man spoke viciously, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on this woman.
Wen Ning's already weak body slammed heavily against the stone wall of the arrow tower. The exposed part of her shoulder hit the protruding stone edge, and she groaned in pain.
But this collision made the one-eyed man, who had been silent all this time, see the clue.
He squatted down, picked up the powder that fell on the ground beside Wen Ning, put it to his nose and sniffed it, his brows suddenly frowned.
"Why is there powder here? It smells like grass and trees."
The scarred leader's heart tightened and he rushed to the window of the arrow tower. He leaned on the wooden railing and looked down. As soon as his eyes fell on the winding path, his face turned pale.
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