When Zheng Anping woke up, he felt exhausted all over his body. The straw under his body was very thick, soft, and slightly prickly. The room was very dark, but here by the window, a patch of sunlight had already shone on his face. Zheng Anping He has never gotten up so late before. It is his normal routine to go out in the morning light or even starlight every day.

"Too tired." He excused himself, stretched his legs, and felt soreness from his legs to his waist. He turned his body slightly, and his joints all over his body made a series of popping sounds.

Stimulated by the pain, Zheng Anping's experience yesterday flashed before his eyes: He set out against the moon, stopped outside an abandoned city, and hid; then he found a group of Qin Army warriors...

Zheng Anping sat up suddenly, and then he remembered that his crossbow, arrows and halberd were still in Lord Xinling's car, and he was completely bare-handed. He looked up and saw that the leather armor and two grain bags were still curled up in the straw. The wall next to the pole.

A woman's figure flashed outside the door, she was obviously busy with something.

Zheng Anping stood up from the straw mat, patted the straw on his clothes, and was about to leave. The woman seemed to hear the movement in the house, walked in, and knelt down by the door: "I slept so sweetly at night! In my spare time, I often Come here, little slave, and you can sleep soundly every night." She said, pushing an earthen pot over.

For the first time, Zheng Anping took a closer look at the woman who slept with him at night. She was thin and frail, wearing three layers of undergarments that were all torn, with flesh exposed here and there, and a smile on her face.

"How old are you this year?" Zheng Anping turned around to get the grain bag and asked casually.

"The little slave is lonely. I don't know how old he is. He has been raised by the village."

Zheng Anping filled the small can, put on his leather armor, put the grain bag on his back, and walked out.

The view in front of the door is wide, and the square in front, the haystacks on the square, and the big trees beside the square are all vivid in his mind. Zheng Anping felt something in his heart and thought that he should go to Guancheng now. He didn't know who to look for. He couldn't directly tell him about the meeting. Mr. Ling, it would be more appropriate to wait for Ma San and others to come and enter Guancheng together. So he said to the woman, "Please borrow me for one more night and leave tomorrow!"

A trace of panic flashed across the woman's eyes: "I don't have food at home, I'm afraid..."

Zheng Anping replied: "I only eat the grains I brought with me. Can I give you another can of corn?"

The woman looked at Zheng Anping hesitantly and nodded slowly.

Zheng Anping added: "I can help with carrying water and collecting firewood."

A trace of redness flashed across the woman's face, she lowered her head and said, "I don't dare to work..."

At this time, a little boy ran over, holding a small jar in his hand, which contained freshly made water: "Mom, another jar of water." Suddenly he saw Zheng Anping beside the door and shouted. The smile on his face turned into fear.

Zheng Anping glanced at the frightened child, took the earthen pot that was about to fall from his hand, and poured the water into a large pot.

The woman came to her senses first and slapped the child on the head: "Silly boy! This is big!"

Zheng Anping said: "Go and get a big jar for you, and we will go draw water together."

The child glanced at Zheng Anping doubtfully, then looked at the woman, walked to the eaves, and picked up a big, dirty earthen jar with a big round belly and a small mouth, making it look like it was used to hold wine. Zheng Anping He took the jar and weighed it with his hands. He found it was heavy. He took off his leather armor and grain bag, put his hand into the mouth of the jar, held it up, and said to the child, "Take the elders to get water."

The child looked at Zheng Anping, then at the woman, picked up the jug and walked towards the river, followed by Zheng Anping.

The river was a long way from the hut. The child was holding the water jug ​​and did not dare to walk any faster. Zheng Anping also followed him patiently and walked slowly. He asked casually: "What is your name?" The child did not answer. "How old are you?

"Really?" The child didn't answer. Zheng Anping asked again: "Do you often have adults coming to your home?" The child seemed very angry and stamped his feet. "They are all not good to you?" The child finally squeezed out two of them.

Words: "Not good!"

Zheng Anping said: "Don't worry, the conference will treat you well!"

The child said aggrievedly: "You bullied my mother!"

Zheng Anping replied: "No, I gave you one can of millet, no, two cans!"

The child glared at Zheng Anping fiercely and said, "That's bullying!" He quickened his pace.

Zheng Anping felt helpless and had no choice but to follow and said: "I never bully others...I will never lie to you...I am not a human being if I lie to you..."

While talking, the two came to the nearest small river. It was almost early winter, and the water was already very shallow, and both sides were covered with dry reeds. The child went down to the river. Since people often draw water here, the reeds have been pulled out.

Or stepped down. Zheng Anping followed him down to the river. He felt that the water jug ​​in his hand was really dirty, so he pulled out a few reeds, tied them into a bunch, put them in the ditch, and brushed them hard. The child drew water and squatted aside.

Wait quietly.

Zheng Anping cleaned the inside and outside of the jug, drew water, and lifted it up. It felt a little heavy and he couldn't carry it for long with one hand, so he decided to do like a child and carry it home.

He took off his shirt, tied it around his waist, and was about to pick up the water bottle. Suddenly he felt a sense of fear, as if a threat was coming. Zheng Anping was startled, looked around, listened, and saw nothing.

Can't hear.

He walked up to the child and said, "It's a steep slope here. Go up first with your bare hands, and I'll hand you a lot of water jugs!"

The child climbed up the bank as instructed. Zheng Anping handed the small water jug ​​up, and the child bent down to hug it. Zheng Anping asked casually: "Are there any strangers around?"

While holding the water jug, the child looked around and said, "A few people are coming on the avenue."

Zheng Anping said: "Wait a while and help pick them up."

The child agreed, still looking around.

Zheng Anping went to pick up the water jug ​​and lifted it to the shore, and asked: "How many people are there?"

"Five."

"Can you see what's hanging on your waist?"

"It seems like a sword is hanging."

"You still know the sword!"

"certainly."

Zheng Anping seemed unable to hold up the heavy water jug. When he loosened his grip, the jug suddenly fell sideways. Zheng Anping quickly grabbed a handful. Fortunately, the jug was not broken, but all the water was spilled.

Zheng Anping had no choice but to say to the child: "You go back with the small jar first, and then go up after you have finished drawing the water."

The child agreed, picked up the jug and left first.

When Zheng Anping saw the child leaving, he immediately ducked deep into the reeds nearby and stuck his head out from the river bank to watch. Sure enough, he saw five people coming on the road with swords hanging from their waists. One of them was still a little lame. It seemed that he had dealt with him last night.

Those five people.

"Why didn't they leave when they were injured? Instead of continuing deeper. Could it be that they are not ordinary spies, but assassins?" This flash of thought made Zheng Anping shiver all over and sweat dripped down his body. They were definitely not bringing swords with them.

To inquire about information, but to kill people.

The first thought in Zheng Anping's mind was to "escape". No matter what these people did, as long as he didn't interfere, they would never make things difficult for him.

But...if they wouldn't be in trouble with him, then why did they run away? Wouldn't this set him on fire? Zheng Anping naturally had another thought in his mind.

Just hide here and wait until they pass. They are definitely not coming for me. My life is not worth five warriors. Lord Xinling is about the same.

Lord Xinling! This thought startled Zheng Anping again. If they were coming for Lord Xinling, hiding under the bridge last night would have been the best place to take action.

Their assassination failed, so they should go back, so why do they continue to go deeper? Lord Xinling has already entered the camp, could it be...

Zheng Anping's mind flashed back to the determined expressions of Lord Xinling and Jin Bi last night. According to the plan, Lord Xinling should have just left the Great Wall now, and these five warriors should have gone to another ambush site to deal with Lord Xinling. And Lord Xinling

Jun obviously got the news in advance, so he took the risk of riding a bicycle to the military camp under the starry night to avoid the ambush of Rui Shi.

Zheng Anping didn't know whether he was right or not, but just this thought made him tremble: This meant that someone had spread the news about Lord Xinling's mission to the envoy camp, and it was spread so timely that the Qin army had time to spread the news.

Appoint a killer.

But the current situation is that Lord Xinling has entered the military camp. It seems that Qin Ruishi's assassination mission has completely failed. However, they continued to rush to the next ambush point, waiting for Lord Xinling to pass by and deliver a thunderous strike.

"You have no chance!" Zheng Anping thought gloatingly, but he immediately laughed at himself. What does the life and death of Lord Xinling have to do with you? He is the prince, the king's brother, Xinling who is under one person in the Liang Dynasty and above ten thousand people.

Jun, I have thousands of followers. I am just a soldier. Although I am better than the others, I am nothing more than me. There are 50,000 soldiers in the Wei army. Every time they go into battle, thousands of people will be killed or wounded. Then the same number will be added.

.Basically, life is like a piece of grass.

"Why are you here? Don't you just want to escape the war!" Zheng Anping said to himself in his heart, "You still care about the life and death of Lord Xinling." However, there was always a feeling rising in him, that is, last night,

He, Zheng Anping, became Lord Xinling's charioteer.

"Humph, Lord Xinling's driver will naturally care about his safety!" He seemed to be explaining to himself. It was really ridiculous that he had aroused such a strong sense of responsibility after being a driver for a night.

Zheng Anping was thinking wildly while staring at the movements of the five people on the road.

Five people on the road walked along the road and sat down under a tree at the entrance of the city. They seemed to be discussing something. Suddenly one of them seemed to see the child and pointed to the hut hanging alone outside the city. Soon, the five people

People stood up one after another and walked towards the hut.

Blood rushed to his head, and Zheng Anping realized that the situation was not good: they were not passing by, but were going to take action here! The base of the action was the hut where the woman lived; and his leather armor was still there, and just a glance
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