Back Off, Let Me Come

"I have a small motorcycle, I never ride it..."

Shen Tang is not honest at all riding on the back of the motorcycle, sometimes singing with his neck raised, and sometimes picking leaves and flying flowers. Accompanied by the bells of "Dingling, Dingling", the out-of-the-ordinary tune echoes, and the singer occasionally forgets the words and hums twice instead.

"One day I rode to the market on a whim..."

Qi Shan finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Mr. Shen, who did you learn the 'music' among the six arts of a gentleman?"

It is simply a mistake.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

Shen Tang asked sincerely.

Although she doesn't have much memory, she vaguely remembers that she should be a singer, the kind who can captivate everyone when she picks up the microphone and sings. Can sing, can draw, high-quality female representatives of human beings.

(*▽*)

Qi Shan looked at Shen Tang inexplicably.

The latter's eyes are open and confident. Obviously, not only does he not think there is a problem with his singing, but he also has a problem with his aesthetics. Qishan couldn't figure out where her self-confidence came from, and said: "There is a saying that is very appropriate for the occasion—is there no folk song and village flute."

Shen Tang was puzzled: "What?"

Qi Shanren smiled and said, "It's hard to listen to the dumb joke."

Shen Tang: "..."

Her fist is hard!

"Yuanliang's ability to grow so big safely is all due to luck?"

A good person, but he has a mouth!

"Of course it depends on strength."

Shen Tang: "..."

Seeing that her facial expressions were out of control, and her facial features were distorted and shifted, Qishan laughed heartily: "Shen Xiaolang, don't worry, you are still young, you can still be saved if you learn slowly."

About an hour later, Qishan looked up at the sun, and it was the most vicious time of the day. Not to mention escorting prisoners on their way, even if they do nothing but stand dryly, sweat will overflow uncontrollably and wet their underwear.

"Do you want to speed up your pace?"

Shen Tang said: "Get too close for fear of being discovered."

Qishan: "With the laziness of those soldiers, how can such a scorching sun be willing to continue on their way? Most likely they will find a shady place to rest and drink tea to relieve the heat. Mr. Shen Xiaolang pours so much ingredients into the tea, I am afraid If you go late, you won't be able to see a good show."

"Yuanliang's words are right, so I'll go ahead and watch the hot show. If you don't want to ride a mule, walk slowly on two legs."

Shen Tang whipped the motorcycle's butt with a whip.

The motorcycle suffered from pain and ran wildly.

After a while, there was only one small dot left. Facing Shen Tang's naive "provocation", Qishan just smiled, as if he didn't care, but followed him and said: "Chasing the wind and the scenery."

Flying the wings can sharpen the sky, and galloping the feet can chase the wind and the scenery.

His figure swayed slightly, leaving only afterimages, as if stepping on the wind, every step was more than three feet away, with a calm expression and a relaxed posture.

Shen Tang: "???"

Qishan passed by her and brought up a breeze, and in the blink of an eye, the figure had already run dozens of feet away.

Shen Tang: "!!!"

Call the referee, someone here is cheating! ! !

After all, she still suffered from Yanling's inexperience, riding a four-legged motorcycle still couldn't run the two-legged Qishan.

The sun was hot, and the soldiers who escorted the prison car couldn't bear the sun, so they went to rest in the dense forest. They gathered in the shade in twos and threes, while a few prison cars were exposed to the sun at will. The prisoners on the prison van were either sunburned, pale and limp, or had severe whip wounds.

And the censor Zhongcheng was the most seriously injured.

Tired, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, with smoke coming out of his throat, Yu Shi Zhongcheng even felt that his vitality was rapidly passing away.

In order to torture the prisoners, the soldiers did everything possible, and the prison cars that escorted them were specially customized according to their height. Some are so tall that prisoners can only slightly pad their toes so that their necks and wrists can be comfortable; some are so short that they can neither stand up straight nor sit down, and can only maintain a half-squat posture.

No matter what it is, I can't sleep peacefully. After a few days, I can die half of my life without whipping.

Yushi Zhongcheng's prison cart is particularly tall.

He could only take a good breath by standing on his toes, but it didn't take long for his heels to fall again.

Severe injuries, strong emotional venting, lack of water, hunger, sleepiness... the blessing of various factors caused him to have severe hallucinations, his dry lips moved slightly, and he murmured: "Water, water... water..."

Just when he was about to faint, his prison car was kicked, and the shaking made him wake up.

"Father, wake up!" Yu Shi Zhongcheng managed to regain some sense, turned his head to look at the son in the prison car next door - the son's prison car is short, with room to stretch his legs - his expression was full of worry and surprise, and said : "Daddy, look at them."

them?

who?

Yu Shi Zhongcheng was a few beats slower in reacting.

He followed his son's line of sight and saw accidents happened one after another to the soldiers who were still escaping the summer heat just now. Or rolling with hands covering head, or falling to the ground with convulsions all over the body, or shortness of breath, or rolling eyes and foaming at the mouth, or clenching teeth, and facial spasms. The rear court fell, full of ugliness.

Experienced as Yushi Zhongcheng, instantly enlightened.

At first thought, these soldiers are poisoned!

The second thought, someone wants to rob the prisoner!

This thought lifted his spirits, and a strong survival force burst out from the depths of his body, prompting him to barely pull himself together.

The soldiers were in a mess.

"The water is poisonous!"

"Yes, poisonous!"

"Facing the enemy, be careful!"

Most of the soldiers were poisoned, and only a dozen or so survived before they had time to drink water. They drew out their knives and surrounded the prison car with panicked expressions, guarding every direction like frightened birds.

After a few breaths, the surroundings were calm.

jingle--

coming!

This idea sounded in the hearts of all the soldiers.

But the strange thing is that I only heard his voice, but not the person.

"Where are people? Where are they?"

"My filial sons, are you looking for me?"

A strange voice came from behind the crowd. They turned around in shock, but saw that the prison van was empty, except for a young man with a young man with a sword and a thin stature. The young man swiped his sword, the sharp edge of the sword passed in front of his eyes, and his eyes suddenly hurt.

Blood stained the entire field of vision.

"Chop on the wanderer!"

Shen Tang's expression was as cold as frost, and he jumped down with his sword in hand.

She raised the Loving Mother Sword to teach her filial son a lesson, but the prisoners fell to the ground with their feet empty, and the prison cart was already several tens of feet away.

Censor Zhongcheng's pupils constricted.

"Long time no see, Master Tian."

Yu Shi Zhongcheng turned his head when he heard the sound, but saw a tall and slender young man standing not far away. He put his hands in his sleeves, and the breeze blowing his hair behind him gave him a unique sense of beauty. The young man smiled at himself and nodded, but this smile was false no matter how you looked at it.

Teacher?

Censor Zhongcheng was taken aback by this title.

Seeing this, Qi Shan said, "Your lord forgets so much, Master Tian."

Censor Zhongcheng's son supported the old father, and looked at Qi Shan warily: "Your Majesty, do you know my father?"

Also called "Tian Shi"?

Yu Shi Zhongcheng was also puzzled.

They know each other?

With his knowledge, he can naturally see what means the young man used to rescue him. It was nothing more than building a battlefield with "scattered dots", and then replacing them with "moving flowers and trees" or other words of mobilizing troops.

It's simple to say, but looking at the distance between the young man and the prison cart, the coverage of the "star-studded" is less than a hundred feet--a scribe who has achieved this level with his own strength before he has attached himself to any prince, how can he be unknown Simple character?

If he knew him, he would definitely have an impression.

I will live in a new home tomorrow, because I have to get up early to entertain guests who came to congratulate me, so today's update is a little earlier.

Goodnight everybody.