Chapter 6: Breaking the Cocoon (Six)

"Me?" Guo Wei was so amused and unable to answer the conversation for a while.

"It's not a bad thing for young people to be more arrogant!" Zheng Renhui glanced at him again and added quietly, "If Zheng Ziming and Ning Ziming were the same person, the person they were most worried about should be Liu Chengyou. Since Chang Kegong planned to promise his daughter to him, why wouldn't Ming Gong also do a favor? Anyway, there is no possibility of restoring the country in the Great Jin Dynasty!"

"I think you have any good ideas, it turns out that you are picking up someone again!" Guo Wei frowned and pondered for a moment, shook his head and scolded him.

"This move is different from that of Chang Kegong on the day." Zheng Renhui didn't look ashamed on his face. He smiled and explained in a low voice, "The reason why Chang Kegong saved Shi Yanbao was first to repay Shi Chonggui's years of care for him. The second was to use Shi Yanbao's identity as a prince in the previous dynasty to make the last emperor afraid. But Ming Gong, you don't need to rely on anyone's power. Just turn a blind eye to Shi Yanbao's hidden name. And let him go and see how this boy can grow to the end. Anyway, as long as he is still alive in the world, Liu Chengyou cannot be attentive to deal with you."

"Oh, it's just the difference between fifty steps and one hundred steps. I secretly laughed at Chang Kegong last year!" Guo Wei sighed again, closing his eyes without saying a word.

"Who told you and me to be born in a chaotic world? Are you the minister of life with heavy troops?" Zheng Renhui knew that his old friend was sad at this moment, and he sighed and reminded him again.

"I know!" Guo Wei closed his eyes and responded in a low voice. The wrinkles on his old face were intertwined, as if each one had unwilling words. "I know, but I didn't expect that I would have come to this point so quickly."

"If Liu Chengyou really returns to his future when he is lost, what if Ming Gong is a powerful minister for the rest of his life?" Zheng Renhui knocked on the wine cup with chopsticks, and his voice suddenly turned higher.

"Yes, the initiative will be taken in your own hands after all!" Guo Wei waved his hand at him and answered weakly.

From the bottom of my heart, he really doesn't want to take the path of self-respecting troops. The Central Plains have been tossed for more than 70 years. If they continue to tossing, they may be afraid that the tragedy of the Five Barbarians invading China will reappear again. The fact that the Khitans easily attacked Bianliang and plundered stones and valued was fully foreshadowed by this. Moreover, before Liu Zhiyuan died, he dug a trap for him and designed to deal with him. At least he always regarded him as his brother when he was alive. He had to be a bit of incense for Liu Zhiyuan's biological son.

However, if he did not follow Zheng Renhui's idea, it would take a few years to wait for him, and not only himself, but also his wife, children, and most of his relatives and friends around him would not escape death. It would be fine if Guo Wei did not cherish his life, but what qualifications should he have to take so many people to accompany him to bury Liu Zhiyuan for his life?

Thinking that he was not living for a person, a fresh force suddenly emerged from the depths of his bone marrow. He suddenly sat upright and Guo Wei shouted, "Brother, immediately spread all the secrets in our hands, and take back Jungui and the others at all costs!"

"I've been waiting for your words for a long time!" Zheng Renhui agreed to get up, with a look of relief.

"You guys and Wang Xiufeng are all the same guys!" Guo Wei suddenly realized something, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and curled his lips. "Go, so that I won't change my mind!"

"You don't know, I know you!" Zheng Renhui hugged him and quickly stepped out of the tent, leaving a plate with an empty incense table.

"You are all fucking smart people! Only I am a fool!" Guo Wei grabbed the wine pot from the incense table, poured a full cup for himself, and then slowly began to savor it outside the black window.

It was almost three o'clock, and the night was as thick as ink.

In the endless darkness, several fireflies suddenly jumped up and down, flapping their wings hard, as if trying to illuminate the entire sky.

Fireflies dotted.

Frogs croaking.

In the same late night, among the hills southwest of Dingzhou, the three brothers Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin and Ning Ziming staggered in one step deep and one step shallow.

In order not to implicate the innocent, the three of them left in a hurry and did not have time to get the food from the caravans. The whistle boat that they grabbed at the ferry could not accommodate the war horses, so when they fled to the south bank of the Jima River, the three brothers had nothing except the weapons in their hands and clothes on their bodies.

This was not the most unlucky situation. When they tried to enter Xiongzhou City to contact the Guo family caravan here and buy a decent coffin for Jing Niang, they suddenly found that several guys dressed in swordsmen were holding several signs with portraits in their hands, and were stuck in a large manner less than fifty steps away from the city gate, and were checking passers-by one by one. However, the officers and soldiers of the Han Dynasty, who were responsible for defending the territory, shook their palm-shaped fans in the door, and turned a blind eye to the strange situation that was so close.

‘The local civil and military officials in Xiongzhou City secretly talked with the Liao people!’ The three brothers were not fools, and they could see at a glance that the swordsman was coming to him. The plan to enter the city had to be cancelled in a hurry, and turned around and walked northwest for more than twenty miles before finding a decent family in the remote village. They used all the valuable things on the three brothers to exchange for the longevity materials that the other party was preparing to give to their old master. Only then could they barely let Jing Niang get into peace so that she would not end up in a wilderness with a corpse.

After the burial of Jing Niang, the three of them knew that the danger would not last long. They pieced together and got three peddlers' outfits from the countryside, pretending to be traveling peddlers, and fled in a hurry.

The road must not be left. Xiong, Ba and Mo are all under the control of the Jiedushi Gao Mouhan. At the gate of a city, "swordsmen" from the Liao Kingdom appeared. The situation of the other two cities must be exactly the same. The Qianning Army in the east and the Yiwu Army in the west are both bandits, and they probably had already been involved in a traitor with the Liao Kingdom's South Court. Going south, Gao Xingzhou had met Fu Yanqing secretly a few months ago and was ready to move. It was not until Guo Wei led the army to face the border that he barely put away his ambitions. If he learned that Guo Wei's adopted son had escaped to the territory of the Gao family, he might have reacted. As for the Fu family, Ning Ziming fell into his hands, and it was like a wolf entering the tiger's mouth.

So the three brothers discussed and discussed, the only choice was to take a small path to the southwest first, and then try every means to cross the Taihang Mountains and enter Hedong. At this moment, Liu Zhiyuan's brother Liu Chong, who was in charge of Taiyuan, should not collude with the Khitans. If he was lucky enough to escape to Luzhou in one breath and contact Han Chongyun, the commander-in-chief of the Tiger Wing Army, the three of them would completely escape.

However, these days, the number of people has dropped sharply. Taking small paths is equivalent to constantly traveling through wilderness mountains and ridges. Not only is it difficult to find food along the way, but you often encounter bandits and wolves, and you will fight to the death every time.

Fortunately, the three of them were still able to pass the martial arts skills and they never left the weapons in their hands. Ordinary dozens of thieves could not stop them at all, and they could even collapse when they encountered smaller wolves. So they walked in the wild mountains and ridges for five or six days, and they were not damaged yet. However, their bodies and spirits were extremely exhausted, and their clothes were also ragged. At first glance, they didn't look like small vendors traveling around the world, but more like three homeless beggars.

Among the three "beggars", Zhao Kuangyin is undoubtedly the most down-and-out. Whether walking on the road at night or climbing up trees to rest during the day, this person has some devilish symptoms. Occasionally, he finally fell asleep, but suddenly shouted and woke up, sweating all over his body. Chai Rong and Ning Ziming did not dare to rest at all. Every time, they had to look at Zhao Kuangyin with one eye half open, so as not to make any life-desperate moves when he was sad.

"Brother, third brother, don't worry. I, I am not that stupid!" When I was awake, Zhao Kuangyin also knew something was wrong with him. He blushed and kept explaining, "I, I just feel uncomfortable in my heart. I will get better in a few days. I, myself, will definitely not go to Youdu to take risks again. Wait, after I go back, I get a lot of money and recruit enough dead soldiers..."

"You're okay!" Chai Rong slapped Zhao Kuangyin on the back of the neck, hoping to wake him up immediately. "If the dead soldiers can kill a town of Jiedu, what else do Liao and Han countries need so many soldiers? They just spend money to hire the dead soldiers. Before each battle, take off the head of the opponent's general. The enemy will naturally collapse without fighting."

"Then, then I will die in Youdu. I can't let Jingniang lie alone in the grave!" Zhao Kuangyin heard it, tears fell in his eyes again. He shook his head and said with a sob. "I don't believe it. Han Kuangsi will never be alone. I squat in Youdu every day and wait for him, and there will always be a chance!"

"Yes, you first destroy your face with tree paint, then burn your throat. Then squat at the door of Han's house every day to beg for food." Chai Rong mourned his misfortune, angry that he did not fight, and deliberately squeezed him over the deeds of the ancient assassin Yu Rang. "Maybe one day Han Kuangsi suddenly went crazy and walked out to give alms by himself. Then you kill him with one knife, and then commit suicide on the spot. Before you die, you shouted, 'My grandmother, I'll kill your grandfather!' Tsk, how majestic and magical, you can guarantee that you can write a play that has been sung forever."

"You, you, you..." Zhao Kuangyin's eyes turned black after being squeezed. He suddenly stopped, raised his hand to point at Chai Rong's nose, and his blue-purple lips shivered up and down.
Chapter completed!