Chapter 72 Miss Thief 9 You can take it to Qin Ji
Outside the Great Wall, fine snow was falling. Looking around, the world was covered with snow. The snow was above the ankles and there was no green at all.
It is only the beginning of late autumn, but heavy snow has already fallen in the border areas, and people are shivering with cold.
The traveling merchant's camel moved slowly, its bells jingling.
Wu Yue was wearing a cloak and a bamboo hat, and as he walked, the remaining blood mixed with yellow sand rolled up behind him.
The air was dry, cold and thirsty.
The water bag hanging on Wu Yue's belt was empty, her lips were cracked, and when she walked, the breath she exhaled turned into cold white mist.
Finally, she saw a lighted inn. She walked in and the waiter greeted her warmly, "Are you here for a night or to stay the night?"
The air in the store was filled with the aroma of wine and food. The door was closed and the curtains were lowered to block the wind and snow from coming in. There was a hot stove burning in the house, so it was very warm and made people feel alive.
Wu Yue only felt that the coldness in her body was dispelled.
She sat down in an empty seat and put down a silver ingot. "Everything. First, a pot of strong liquor, and then your signature dish."
"Okay! Sir, please wait a moment, the food and wine will be served soon!" When the waiter saw the silver, he was so happy that his gums were hanging down.
He gave it to the shopkeeper and returned with the liquor Wu Yue had requested. The liquor from the Great Wall was incredibly strong, easily burning the throat, but it was refreshing to drink on a winter's day.
After taking a sip of the liquor and feeling hot all over, Wu Yue finally felt like she was really warming up, feeling hot from the inside out.
There were already quite a few customers seated in the store. Judging from their attire, some were from the Central Plains, some were from outside the Great Wall, and most of them were from the underworld and traveling merchants.
There were a few men gathered next to her seat. After drinking a few sips of wine, their cheeks were red, they had rosacea, and their voices were rough, which could be heard throughout the store.
Winter is a time when wars are frequent. It is too cold when it snows heavily, making it difficult for soldiers to move and for food and fodder to be transported.
When two armies clash, whoever has the greater strength can, by trapping the enemy in the city for half a month, achieve victory with the least casualties. Winter battles are the Turkic tradition.
The Great Zhou had been at war with the Northwestern Turks for a month, and the situation was now tense. They were trying to transport food and fodder from the Central Plains to the border for emergency relief, but were told that they had been robbed en route.
I heard that the commander in charge of transporting food and fodder this time is a princess.
The Great Zhou is about to end. Men are no longer useful. It is shameful to let a woman be the commander-in-chief. Sooner or later, defeat is inevitable.
They were all citizens of the Great Zhou, and were also within the jurisdiction of the territory, but the customs and folkways at the border were open. If they were in the Central Plains, they would naturally not dare to discuss it outside.
At this moment they were talking excitedly, no one objected, and everyone agreed.
Wu Yue listened to their chatting and had already drunk half of the liquor. The waiter also brought her food and placed it aside.
The plate is very wide and the meat is in large chunks, which you tear off and eat yourself, but the presentation is not as exquisite as in the Central Plains.
Wu Yue took a dagger, cut a piece of roasted lamb leg, dipped it in the inn's own dipping sauce, and tasted very good.
She was enjoying her meal when she heard a familiar voice coming from upstairs.
"It's absolutely true. I see your forehead is black. You will suffer a bloody disaster within three days..."
"Go, go, go! Where did this charlatan come from? How dare you cheat your ancestors? Be careful or I'll kill you! Get out of here now or I'll beat you up!"
Then I was pushed away, and heard the chaotic sound of footsteps going down the stairs. After being humiliated, I felt a sense of cowardice and anger.
"If you don't listen to good advice, you will suffer the consequences."
As he walked down the stairs, he was shaking his whisk and cursing under his breath.
When he got downstairs, Hao Yingjun turned around and was caught off guard by the sight of Wu Yue eating at the table to the right of the door.
Facing Wu Yue's smiling eyes, he was so scared that he turned around and wanted to run upstairs again, but... Hao Yingjun touched his rumbling stomach, and he turned around and walked towards Wu Yue as if he was going to the execution ground, with a flattering smile on his face.
Just get beaten up, eat first!
Wu Yue stood up and said, "Waiter, please help me move the dishes to the guest room! I want to go to the guest room to see the snowy scenery outside the Great Wall."
"Okay!"
Wu Yue walked upstairs and glanced at Hao Yingjun when she passed by him. Hao Yingjun had no choice but to follow her.
When we get back to the guest room and the food is served, we close the door so that no one can eavesdrop and we can chat conveniently.
"Oh, I was wondering why the moon tonight is rounder than before. It turns out it's a sign that I will meet my aunt. Isn't it a reunion?" Hao Yingjun was always a flatterer. He rubbed his hands and walked forward, facing Wu Yue's gaze, and slowly lowered his buttocks.
He swallowed his saliva gulpingly, rubbing his hands together, his eyes shining, "Auntie, look, you're so extravagant. You ordered a whole table of dishes, and you can't finish them all by yourself. I'll help you share the burden."
Hao Yingjun wanted to control himself, but he was too hungry. His hands followed the will of his brain and stretched out to try to break off a piece of rib meat to chew.
But when he was about to touch it, he cried out in pain and immediately pulled his hands back. When I looked, I saw that the backs of his hands were red.
Hao Yingjun rubbed the back of his hands, twisted his buttocks, fidgeted, and deliberately said in a sympathetic tone, "Who dares to make this aunt angry? To make this aunt so angry is a heinous crime and inhumane!"
"Hao Yingjun, you can do it. You may not be good at other things, but you have a good talent for hiding like a mouse. It took me two months to find you." Wu Yue bit off a piece of meat, chewed it, and took another sip of wine.
Hao Yingjun shrank his neck, feeling that what she bit was not the roasted lamb leg, but his flesh.
"Listen, after two months, your words have become more and more rude. This is my master's skill, not a rat digging a hole." Hao Yingjun smiled embarrassedly.
But under Wu Yue's sharp and questioning gaze, his voice became weaker and weaker until it fell into silence.
Hao Yingjun was the first to lose his patience. He confessed everything in one breath, "Okay, I admit it. It was indeed me who deliberately gave you a fake palace layout and asked you to meet Qin Ji. I also led you out of the city. By the way, I revealed a little bit of information... My original intention was to let Qin Ji and Master Bao fight. Who knew that Master Bao would actually send assassins to wait for you? Later, I made up for it and rescued you. It also cost me a lot of energy. Look at me, I'm so thin. How much do I need to eat to make up for it..."
As he spoke, he glanced at Wu Yue and secretly observed her reaction. Seeing that Wu Yue had no intention of taking action again, when he said the last sentence, Hao Yingjun quickly broke off a rib and started to chew the meat. The moment he tasted the fragrant meat, he almost cried.
"Woo woo woo, delicious, so delicious!"
"You don't know what a miserable life I've been through in the past two months! I haven't had enough to eat, I haven't had warm clothes, and I've been beaten. They're so mean!"
Hao Yingjun raised his arm to wipe away his bitter tears, while he kept eating with his mouth full of grease, and he did not forget to complain about the air raid.
He was gnawing on the ribs with one hand, and using the chopsticks with the other to pick up other dishes. He stuffed them until he choked, then gulped down a glass of wine and continued to eat voraciously.
Wu Yue looked at him with disgust and didn't want to eat at the same table with him.
It's really embarrassing.
Wu Yue asked what she wanted to know, "Why did you do this? Have I offended you?"
If it were someone else, she certainly wouldn't ask and would just draw her sword and solve the problem.
But Hao Yingjun is not a mortal rival, they have a friendship, and Wu Yue has to hear the reason first.
"There's no real reason. Hong Li also told you that it was my master who died while trying to save his life. I'm resentful and have been thinking about how this world has nothing to do with us and why my master had to die. I'm so angry that I want revenge on you and Qin Ji."
Hao Yingjun shrugged and said it didn't matter.
He is not a purely kind person, or he does good deeds to accumulate merit, but it is more for himself.
He and his master depended on each other, but his master died for this. Hao Yingjun was puzzled and angry.
"It was my master's last wish to lead you to the palace to meet Qin Ji. Okay, then I'll help him realize it by giving him a push from behind."
"But if you leave the palace, Master's last wish will be fulfilled. The rest of the matter has nothing to do with Master. My original intention is very clear, I want to kill you. I will see if Qin Ji can really destroy the Great Zhou without you. Is it worth Master's life to sacrifice it?"
Hao Yingjun said this with a playful smile, without any reluctance or fabrication, that's just what he thought.
The relationship between a master and his apprentice is like that between a father and his son. In his eyes, Wu Yue and Qin Ji are the people who killed his father.
Even if he told others about it, it wouldn't make sense. After all, his master cared about the people of the world and did this voluntarily, so he couldn't blame anyone else. However, since ancient times, reason and emotion have always been incompatible. Others could rationally ignore it, but he couldn't. He was just pure hatred.
He never cared about the safety of the Great Zhou or the people of the world. He just wanted his master to live. But this was his master's last wish.
Hao Yingjun's smile gradually faded. He sighed, a compromise with his inner self, "But... I still did a divination, and at the critical moment, it turned the tide. The divination I gave you was a death divination. A slight mistake can lead to a huge error. The difference between a life divination and a death divination is just a moment."
"Grandma, just thank me. If I hadn't spent so much energy to change the hexagram, your death hexagram would be unchangeable. Even if Qin Ji was so powerful, he would only find your corpse when he rushed over. Otherwise, how could you be sitting in the frontier like you are now, enjoying the good life?"
Hao Yingjun is still the same eccentric Hao Yingjun. He only takes three seconds to mature. He is smiling with a sly look on his face, and he really deserves a beating.
"Thank you for nothing!" Wu Yue became even angrier after hearing this, and stuffed a roasted chicken leg into his mouth.
It turned out that this guy was the one who ruined her chance of completing the mission and returning!
The wind and snow were howling outside, and the deserted area outside the Great Wall sounded desolate, making people worry that the inn would be swept away.
The two of them drank until their cheeks were rosy. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Hao Yingjun was so full that he didn't want to move and was picking his teeth.
Wu Yue asked him, "Why are you here?"
He was a bit of a nobody, but he did have some talent. She didn't think it was a coincidence that they met here; she thought Hao Yingjun must have come here specifically to wait for her.
"Well, there is something that is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Looking around the world, only I can do it." Hao Yingjun flattered as usual.
Under Wu Yue's gaze, he chuckled, leaned over, took out a jade bottle from his arms, and whispered, "This is a relief medicine, you give it to Qin Ji. The theft of food and grass is just a cover. He is now in the border camp, commanding the war. As long as he is safe, the war will be won."
Qin Ji certainly knew that his cold poison had tortured him to the end of his life.
With his financial resources and influence, it is not impossible for him to find a way to detoxify the poison. However, he is not in a hurry at all and just waits for death calmly.
Hao Yingjun was so angry that he was about to jump up and down.
His master sacrificed himself for this. If Qin Ji died, wouldn’t his master’s death be in vain?
There was no other way, so Hao Yingjun could only go back to the mountains to look through the ancient books left by his master. He actually found a way to detoxify, but the herbs were hard to find.
He still hasn't gathered all the ingredients, and can only make medicine to alleviate the spread of the cold poison.
However, he knew that Qin Ji himself didn't want to live anymore, so if he went to deliver the medicine, he would definitely be thrown out, and he couldn't force Qin Ji to take it.
Then he could only wait for Wu Yue to come. As long as she wanted him to be alive, Qin Ji would definitely eat it.
Moreover, Hao Yingjun had already found the trace of the last remaining medicinal herb, but he couldn't pick it by himself. It would be easy for accidents to happen with so many people around, so he also had to wait for Wu Yue to come.
Others may not have this opportunity, but Wu Yue definitely has it, because her life is connected with Qin Ji's.
Wu Yue and Qin Ji haven't seen each other for two months since they parted that morning.
She traveled around the world and heard a lot of things Qin Ji did in the court. She also guessed that Qin Ji had arrived at the border.
"Okay." Wu Yue took a sip of wine and put the medicine away.
She did this not for Qin Ji, but for the people of the world.
After all, the mutton soup at Saiwai Inn is delicious.
She wanted to come and eat again in the future, but she didn't expect that the city gate of Da Zhou was broken here, the blood dyed the winter snow red, and the inn disappeared.
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