Then, with Jin Deming, he looked outside the tent, and Zheng Lang covered his head in felt. This way he could not be seen by others, so his true colors were revealed immediately.

The night is getting darker.

At this time, Zhao Sheng was resigning from Liao Xingzong and worshipping the king. We will go back tomorrow.

He was not very interested in the small tribe Liao Xingzong, so he waved his hand and said, "You guys go."

Zhao Sheng and several people left the Liaoxingzong tent. His subordinates were drinking and having fun. Suddenly, the two got drunk and had a dispute. They started to beat them up. The people around them tried to fight, but they did not persuade them to do so. They were caught in and formed a group fight.

The more they got from the tent, the further they were, the closer they were to Zheng Lang's tent. Others ran out to watch the fun together, and some people started to make trouble. Of course, they were all innocent. It was impossible for Zhang Kang and Zhao Sheng to go to the battle, and they would be known to Zheng Lang's subordinates immediately.

Guo Kui heard the noise not far away, lifted up the tent and looked around, but looked around for a long time, and came in and said to Zheng Lang, "Mr. Zheng, it's OK."

Zheng Lang put on his clothes, inside was a Jurchen animal leather suit, but a long robe was covered on the outside. He lifted the back of the tent and crawled out. Guo Kui came out to see again, but glanced at the corner of his eyes. Seeing Zheng Lang sneaking around, everyone was attentive at this time, and everyone was attracted by several subordinates who were fighting with Zhang Kang. Zheng Lang was in a white robe, mixed with snow, and no one noticed. After walking a hundred steps, he saw that there was no one around. Zheng Lang took off his white robe, walked towards Zhang Kang's tent in an empty animal leather suit.

The swagger was a gesture, but in fact, Zheng Lang was also watching while walking, avoiding everyone. Even if he had a haircut, as long as he showed his face, seven or eighteen people would recognize him. After a while, he came to Zhang Kang's tent, which was a little far away. However, Guo Kui had good eyesight and could still see some of Zheng Lang's back. The condition was not clear and his walking pace was not very stable, but nothing happened. As long as he could leave and take a rest on the boat, it might not be necessary. If he encountered a big storm, something would happen, not to recuperate, but to make things worse. Continue to watch, seeing Zheng Lang quietly crawl in, the guards of the Khitan patrol also came over and scolded the fighters, and the two sides dispersed.

All this was done ingeniously. Even the four guards selected by Guo Kui were not allowed to see Zheng Lang leave the tent because of curiosity. Guo Kui walked into the tent and said to Jin Deming: "You prepare."

"Here," Jin Deming was overjoyed and changed into the clothes Zheng Lang usually wore, with a similar figure. If he didn't look at his face, it would be hard to imagine that he would go to bed and get into the felt.

Guo Kui went back to rest.

The next day, there was a storm of wind and snow, but the snow was slightly smaller than yesterday. This weather was a good weather for Guo Kui. He had to cover Jin Deming when he put on his clothes. Walking out, Zhao Sheng and his friends began to unpack the tent when it was dawn.

Guo Kui was also very excited and nervous inside. He has not escaped from danger yet...

On the other side, several fast horses passed through Jinshan, carrying Xiao Xiaoyou's urgent letter, and were quickly galloping towards Changchun. Although facing the wind and snow all over the sky, none of them felt cold. They slapped the horse's back on the road, wishing that the horse would grow its wings and fly.

If you don’t understand the great truth, you can still understand it. Once Zheng Lang escapes, not only will the Khitan lose one talent, but the Khitan will usher in a great shame.
Chapter completed!