The boat floats on the water, and the fireflies gradually hide in the depths of the jungle.
The girl leaned on the young man's shoulder and fell asleep unknowingly. The boatman stood up from the bow and was about to speak when Xiao Jue shook his head indistinctly at him. The boatman knew it, so he didn't wake her up, and he didn't row the oars, just letting the boat float.
Xiao Jue just sat and looked at the water surface. The water surface was calm, and occasionally the wind blew through, causing layers of ripples. He turned his head again and looked at the girl who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder. She was not like an ordinary girl who loved beauty. She slept with no image, and there seemed to be crystal wet marks on her lips, and she even drooled.
He turned his head away in disgust, and looked at the water in the distance. After a while, he lowered his head again and smiled helplessly.
Didn't push her away.
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He Yan rarely got a good night's sleep, and vaguely had a dream, but when he woke up, he forgot all about it.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the soft slump of the boat, covered with a thin layer of mattress, she sat up, saw Xiao Jue sitting on the bow, and called out, "Master!"
He turned his head to look at He Yan and said only, "Let's freshen up, it's time to go back."
He Yan was surprised for a moment, only to realize that they had stayed in Luoyingquan for a whole night. While yawning, He Yan washed with water from the boat. When combing her hair, because Cuijiao and Hong Qiao were not around, she casually tied a man's hair in a bun.
She groomed out the bow of the boat, just as she heard the boatman speak to Xiao Jue, "Young master goes directly to the spring water and walks a few dozen steps forward. There is a post station. A carriage can be hired next to the post station, and the son and the girl can go back by carriage. Let the firefly boat pass."
Xiao Jue paid him money, walked to the shore, and said to He Yan, "Let's go."
He Yan also thanked the boatman and hurried ashore.
It was early in the morning, and crystal dewdrops rolled down on the broad leaves of the grass and trees, bringing out some morning dew chills. He Yan yawned again and asked Xiao Jue, "Captain, I fell asleep last night? Why didn't you wake me up and stayed here all night."
Xiao Jue sneered and said, "I don't know who was snoring loudly last night and couldn't wake up even if he screamed."
"Isn't it?" He Yan was very suspicious, "Are you lying to me."
"I'm not you."
The two were talking and talking, but they didn't go far, and as expected, they saw a post station as the boatman said. There is also a noodle restaurant next to the inn. The proprietress is cooking noodles in a big iron pot, and the aroma is fragrant.
He Yan didn't eat anything in the morning, and He Yan already felt hungry, so he said, "Let's eat something first and then take the carriage." After that, without waiting for Xiao Jue to answer, he took the lead and waved to the proprietress, "Two bowls of noodles. , a drawer of buns."
She had a good appetite, so she pulled Xiao Jue and sat down at the first table outside the hut. The steamed buns that had just come out of the oven were a little hot to the touch. He Yan held it in her hand and blew her cheeks to cool it.
Xiao Jue was not as anxious as she was. After waiting for the face to come, he ate slowly. Seeing He Yan's mouth full of oil, he just thought it was funny.
"Don't look at me and laugh," He Yan said, "as if I'm embarrassed."
The man replied unhurriedly, "It's a shame, look around, eat as ugly as you, how many are there?"
He Yan sneaked around and looked around, it was too early now, and most of the people who came to eat here were on their way, or those who rested here on the way.
Sitting beside her were a pair of grandparents. The old woman had gray hair and kind eyes. The little girl beside her was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a dirty cloak, half of her face was buried in the cloak. Eating silently.
The clothes of the two of them were very simple. They were probably on their way here.
"It's okay." He Yan smiled.
Xiao Jue raised her eyebrows: "Even the kid's food looks more graceful than you."
This is true. The little girl looks dirty, but she eats very decently and elegantly. She doesn't look like an ordinary person. He Yan asked herself, even if she used to be He Rufei and Xu Da When I was a grandmother, I couldn't do better than others. No wonder Xiao Jue wants to laugh at herself... But are the people in Jiyang crouching? Looking at this old woman doesn't feel that way.
She turned her head again, looked at the old woman and smiled: "Auntie, is this your granddaughter? She looks really handsome."
"Yes." The old woman was surprised at first, then smiled.
He Yan looked at the little girl again. The little girl didn't react to her, she just lowered her head to eat, and the old woman explained, "Nini admits her life, girl don't care."
He Yan smiled and said, "How can you compare? It's really cute. Are you going to the city?"
"No," the old woman said, "there is a funeral at home, so take Nini back for the funeral."
He Yan nodded, said condolences, and turned around to eat. Eating and eating, and feeling that something is not right. I couldn't figure it out for a while, but I always felt as if something was overlooked by myself.
Looking at Xiao Jue again, he had stopped his chopsticks and looked at the pair of grandparents and grandchildren beside He Yan, thoughtfully.
He Yan moved slightly closer to him and whispered, "Captain, why do I feel something is wrong."
Xiao Jue glanced at her, got up suddenly, and walked to the grandparents.
He Yan's questioning just now made the old woman look bad. After eating in a hurry, she wanted to pull the little girl and want to leave. As soon as she stood up, someone blocked her way.
The young handsome man stood in front of him, with a straight posture and a calm expression, looking at the little girl under the cloak, and said indifferently: "Speak, little devil."
The old woman took the little girl to her arms and said, "What is this son doing?"
"I don't know, when did Jiyang's kidnappers become so bold," Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows, "Dare to kidnap people in broad daylight."
kidnapper? He Yan was startled.
Yes, she said that she always felt that something was wrong. It was because there seemed to be a complete separation between this little girl and this old woman, and there was no similarity between grandparents and grandchildren. From the beginning to the end, when the girl was eating, the old woman did not ask any questions. If it was an ordinary pair of grandparents and grandmothers, they would probably ask the granddaughter whether it was hot or not, and whether it was suitable for the taste. No matter how cold and withdrawn the girl is, as an elder, she should be tolerant, instead of looking like she is going to fend for herself.
She looks loving, but she does nothing loving, not like a grandmother, but like a kidnapper eager to hide from the public.
"You... What nonsense are you talking about?" The old woman stared at Xiao Jue and said, "This is my granddaughter! Don't spray people with blood!"
"Whether it's a granddaughter, you'll know if you ask." Xiao Jue said, "Speak up, little devil."
The little girl didn't move.
"you!"
The old woman was about to take the little girl away. The next moment, the whip in He Yan's hand moved in response to the sound, and rolled up to the other party's cloak, but in an instant, the cloak was lifted and dropped to the ground by the whip, revealing the half of the little girl's face that was covered.
He Yan weighed the purple jade whip in his hand, which was won by Xiao Jue before "Duofeng" for her. Fortunately, it was always carried on her body, which was very useful.
The girl under the cloak has a clean and beautiful face, full of tears, and the silent opening of her mouth is actually a dumb hole.
"You don't seem to be treating your granddaughter well." Xiao Jue sneered slightly.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the old woman shouted loudly: "Nosy!" A sharp and high-pitched whistle came from her mouth, but when she saw people in the surrounding inns, people feeding horses, eating breakfast, washing their faces, and resting, He suddenly pulled out a few figures, drew out his sword, and stabbed at He Yan and Xiao Jue!
"There are assassins!" He Yan said. It is hard to hide the surprise in my heart, so many people are definitely not kidnappers. Kidnappers are afraid of being discovered, so they have to keep a low profile. If someone finds out, the first reaction is to run away quickly. Not only did this old woman not run away, but she also has so many accomplices, so she clearly has nothing to fear, or... She glanced at the little girl who had been tapped or drugged. ... What is the origin of this little girl, and she has to use such a battle
When Xiao Jue came out, he didn't wear a sword. Seeing that the group of people was approaching, he used the tea bowl on the table as a hidden weapon, and knocked down the long sword that was stabbing at the door one by one.
He Yan threw the whip in his hand to him: "Use this!" He picked up an iron rod from the ground.
The proprietress of the station noodle restaurant had already hid under the table in fright. For a time, the sound of ping ping pong pong was incessant. As soon as He Yan fought with them, he knew that this group of people would definitely not be ordinary kidnappers, otherwise, how could they have such good skills, and the degree of ruthlessness they attacked was clearly aimed at killing people. The little girl was still standing there, and the old woman saw that He Yan and Xiao Jue were being entangled by others, she rolled her eyes, grabbed the little girl, and turned on a horse at the entrance of the station. The elderly man swung his whip and the horse galloped straight ahead.
"Not good!" He Yan said, "She wants to run!"
She turned to look at Xiao Jue, and saw that Xiao Jue was surrounded by people in the center—he was a man with excellent skills, but for a while, everyone ignored He Yan. He Yan then said, "Master, you hold them back and I'll go after them!"
The most important thing in the inn is a horse, and He Yan also turned on a horse and chased in the direction where the old woman fled.
The way out of the city is the main road, but the old woman did not take the main road, but chose a bumpy path. He Yan chased, thinking to himself, the fight was fierce just now, but the little girl didn't move. The medicine is the acupuncture point. Even if they drag Xiao Jue away, they have to take the little girl away. It seems that the little girl is very important to this group of people.
Her equestrian skills are already superb. Even though this old woman took advantage of her knowledge of the way, she couldn't get rid of He Yan and followed her all the way. She became anxious for a while and cursed, "Stinky girl, don't look for death!"
"Put people down, and I can spare your life," He Yan was not afraid, but it was you, don't toast, eat and drink fine! "
The old woman snorted and whipped her whip forcefully. The horses galloped. Seeing this, He Yan stepped on the horse's back and slapped the horse's butt. The horse jumped forward, almost keeping pace with the old woman's mount , He Yan's eyes were quick, and he wrapped the old woman's horse's head with the whip in his hand. The distance between the two horses was extremely close. The horses were frightened and kicked their hooves. He Yan took the opportunity to jump from the horse and snatched the girl from the old woman's hands. , the two rolled on the ground together.
As soon as it was settled, He Yan realized that the girl had really been given medicine and could only do very slight movements. It was no wonder that when she was in the noodle restaurant, no matter what she said, she didn't respond.
He Yan only came to untie her dumb hole, and before she had time to ask the girl's name and where she came from, the woman smiled coldly, drew a soft sword from her waist, and said coldly: " Mind your own business!" He stabbed He Yan with his hands.
He Yan shoved the little girl away, and went up to meet her. She was bare-handed, and the iron rod was lost in the chaos, so she had to use her flexible body to avoid the opponent's long sword.
"Who are you guys?" He Yan asked while dodging, secretly startled by the woman's skills, "Why did you capture this little girl?"
The woman didn't smile, she waved her sword and said, "There is so much nonsense, go to hell and ask the Lord of Hell!"
He Yan raised her eyebrows: "This effort is going to make me go to hell, it's a bit too big." She jumped up from the ground, and ducked the long sword on her head. , hit the woman in the back with another punch and snatched the sword from her hand.
"Damn!" the woman said angrily.
Since the sword is already in hand, although it can't compare to Qing Lang, it is barely usable. At this moment, there is no one else. He Yan is best at swordsmanship, except for arranging troops. , it seems to be impossible.
He Yan said: "If you are caught at this moment, there is still a chance of survival."
"An eyesore!" The woman shouted loudly, and suddenly pulled out a silver hairpin from the bun at the back of her head. I don't know what mechanism was in the silver hairpin. It grew three inches when it saw the wind, and it was a dagger. She did not use the dagger to deal with He Yan, but went up to He Yan's long sword, but threw the dagger at the girl on the ground accurately.
The little girl was already drugged and couldn't move. She watched helplessly as the dagger was about to be inserted into her chest. It was too late for He Yan to take the sword to save her now!
"Bang" sound.
Just a little bit, the dagger will sink into the girl's heart, something hit the dagger, hit the hilt sideways, lost its fierce strength in an instant, and slowly rolled to one side of the ground.
The long sword in He Yan's hand pierced through the old woman's chest at the same time. The old woman's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that someone had deflected her dagger, spit out a mouthful of blood, and swallowed.
Deep in the jungle, someone came out. He was a thin man, about forty years old, but he was born extremely elegant. He is dressed in white clothes and has long hair tied with white silk, like a swordsman and a violinist. His eyebrows are bright, and his long beard is not sloppy, but it adds a bit of Jianghu people's unrestrained and unrestrained style.
As soon as He Yan saw this person, he was stunned. The man in white came closer and lifted the shivering little girl on the ground before looking at He Yan.
He Yan murmured, "...Master."
There was no surprised look on his face, just a little surprised: "Ahe?"