Chapter 3, Killing Meson

Su Qiaoer didn't know where this was. She was set up by everyone in a large tent. There were more than 100 people in it. A pair of colored eyes were spinning on her. The originally chaotic broken place gradually quieted down, but in Su Qiaoer's eyes, this kind of silence was even more frightening.

In this shabby place, there was a man who looked like a Han Confucian. He was about 30 and held a folding fan. He was the kind of man whose Han Dynasty girls were happy in private. In the Han Dynasty, the requirements for women were not as harsh as Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. When their three or five groups of girls were together, they often thought nonsense and looked around. At first, what I like most is this kind of elegant elegant man, who doesn't even want to think about red-faced men and slaughter pigs and dogs.

Seeing that this man was not as rude as these soldiers, Su Qiaoer couldn't help getting close and shouted, "This gentleman, please help me." When the scribe saw that her apricot eyes and peach cheeks were beautiful, he just praised her slightly, and he looked very arrogant. He smiled strangely at her and said, "Don't worry, I will save you."

Su Qiaoer's heart trembled when she heard this and felt that something was wrong, but this man didn't look like a bad person and didn't know how to save himself.

After laughing, the scribe suddenly straightened his face and said coldly, "How's the big man's iron hand?" The bearded soldier said, "This man has fallen alone and has been arrested by us. Now he is almost there." The folding fan in the scribe's hand suddenly put away, patted it in the palm of his hand, and said excitedly, "Okay! This person has done a lot of evil in recent years, and today he caught Shanyu with a big reward.

All the soldiers laughed. The scribe said, "This man is a little powerful. You can pick him up in so that there won't be any trouble." Hu Renbing answered and looked at Su Qiaoer again and said, "Captain Fudu, then this girl will be filial to you..." The scribe looked at it and said lightly, "It's good-looking."

Good guy, this is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The scribe ordered for a while, turned around and loosened Su Qiaoer's binding and said, "Come with me." Qiao'er's heart was confused again, and she turned happy and said, "He turned out to be a good person." He answered quickly and quickly left this frightened place with the scribe.

Come to a slightly cleaner place in the back, three barbarian girls came out to serve the scribes to sit down. The scribe said, "Beat some food." Su Qiaoer couldn't help cooing. The scribe looked at her with a smile in his eyes. Su Qiaoer secretly hated her stomach for being disappointing. However, after a while, when the three Hu girls brought a roast sheep's leg, she was also disappointing. She almost grabbed a large piece and nibbled it, thinking that the young man was the lucky star of her fate, and what the master said was a little credible.

After taking a few bites, the scribe said, "Why did a girl come here?"

Su Qiaoer suddenly stopped, and the mutton in her mouth was not so tender and delicious. Thinking of her bad experience, her nose suddenly became sore. In the past few days, her weak heart had long been unable to withstand the sky-high blow. At this time, she finally met a good man, and the grievances in her heart surged out like a big river, with She cried and said, "Dad is missing..." She cried and talked about her situation.

The scribe was a little impatient and said, "Well, well, there's nothing to say about these unrelevant things." Su Qiaoer was stunned.

The scribe said, "You don't have to suffer any more if you follow me." Su Qiaoer listened a little unpleasantly, as if there was something hidden in her words. She hurriedly said, "No, I have to find my father." The scribe said, "Your father died a long time ago." Su Qiaoer lost her voice and said, "No, you talk nonsense." The scribe said, "This is the only way to go. After encountering the sand for so many days, he hasn't come out. If he is still alive, it's really damn it." Su Qiaoer suddenly remembered the white bone, and the mutton in her hand fell to the ground.

The scribe said impatiently, "Come with me when you are full." Su Qiaoer was still thinking about what he said and said to herself, "Is Dad really dead? Definitely not." The scribe said again, "Didn't you hear me?" Su Qiaoer was smart and said, "What are you doing?" The scribe said, "You will know when you come." Su Qiaoer followed tremblingly.

There is only one bed in it. Su Qiaoer panicked, "What are you doing?" The scribe threw the folding fan in his hand and said coldly, "What are you talking about **?"

It turns out that this is a big-tailed wolf.

Su Qiaoer turned around and ran away. The scribe's fan was gently fanned, and Qiaoer was sucked by ** by a strong force. The fall made his back hurt. Golden flowers appeared in front of him, and a number of people rose to star. Just as she felt uncomfortable all over, her clothes were suddenly stripped off.

Su Qiaoer felt desperate, but it was useless for her to struggle. She just struggled hard, crying and making noise.

At this time, there was a sudden noise outside, something hot and wet splashed on his face, and something round rolled around him. At this time, the movement in the scribe suddenly stopped and stood up. Su Qiaoer got up as soon as she was free, but couldn't help shouting, scaring her little face pale.

There was a bloody big head beside him, staring at himself angrily. It was the beard just now. His beard was stained with blood, his nose and eyes could not be separated, and his head was still bleeding out. The straw mat ** was also dyed with blood and dripped down the corner of the bed. There were three Hu women's corpses outside the door, and the blood flowed far down the ground.

At the door, a 25-year-old scholar-like man stood with his hands on his back, with a sword hanging around his waist, covered with blood stains on his blue clothes, like a peony blooming, peach blossoms and red. The man's expression was cold and his eyebrows were deep, as if there was something extremely sad in the past.

Su Qiaoer's face had a convulsions. When she saw the man with blood, she was even more scared. Her little girl didn't know if the man was sad, but when she saw his iron face, she felt that she couldn't get close to her, which scared her tiredness in the corner of the bed and no one dared to look.

When the scribe saw this man, he said angrily, "Who are you?" The man said, "Fu Jiezi." The scribe was not surprised and said coldly, "Ah, did you escape?"

This man was Fu Jiezi, a Taoist ruler of the Han Dynasty. In the past five or six years, he was very powerful at the border of the Xiongnu. Even the Xiongnu knew the existence of this man, but he did not expect that such a person who frightened the Xiongnu was actually looked like a scholar.

Fu Jiezi breathed a long breath and said, "If I don't use myself as bait, it's not easy to find you thieves. Your name is Fu Ming, and you are a disciple of Xuedingmen Daoqian? The scribe said hatefully, "Did you deliberately let us catch it? That's right. We haven't caught you for five or six years. It's too easy to get this time.

Fu Jiezi suddenly said angrily, "What more, will you die by yourself, or shall I give you away?" Fu Ming scanned it around and wondered, "Where are the others?" Fu Jiezi laughed and said, "Let's go first."

Only here, the shouting outside was loud. In just a moment, more than 30 people came in, led by a 16 or 17-year-old round-faced teenager. He came in and made a gesture of beheading, like a wandering wanderer, and said in a smooth tone, "Master, it's all killed." In addition, most of them are Han sergeants, all of whom are strong, strong and broad-backed men, ranging from 20 to 40.

Fu Jiezi answered faintly and said, "No one will be missed?" At first, the teenager said, "Of course, if you don't believe it, you can ask Brother Wu." In the crowd, there was a fat short man in black, with a big belly and small eyes, not as short as a wax gourd, so fat.

"The little general is right, this is the only one left." After saying that, the fat man found Su Qiaoer and said, "No, there is another girl."

At this time, five or six sergeants came up and tied Fu Ming all of a sudden. Su Qiaoer was tied up by them and was picked up by the fat man and put in front of Fu Jiezi. Without saying a word, Fu Jiezi suddenly pulled out the waist knife of a sergeant beside him and stabbed it fiercely. Fu Ming was also stubborn and didn't snor when he was dying, but glared at Fu Jiezi.

Blood suddenly spewed out and splashed Su Qiaoer all over. Su Qiaoer screamed in horror and didn't dare to look at anything with her eyes closed. Fu Jiezi immediately put it on Su Qiaoer's neck after a knife, paused for a moment, and returned the knife to the sergeant and said, "Let's go."

The teenager looked at Su Qiaoer and said urgently, "Master, what should this girl do?" Fu Jiezi looked at Su Qiaoer calmly and said, "Who are you?" Su Qiaoer was so scared that she didn't withdraw her soul. She just turned her head to the corner of the wall and shook her head desperately.

"Are you from Han?" Su Qiaoer still shook her head and nodded desperately after shaking her head.

"Nodding and shaking her head, she dares to be a silly girl." The round-faced teenager laughed and said, "If you don't talk, we will leave. You can talk to whoever you like." Su Qiaoer shook her head desperately.

The round-faced teenager looked at it and felt interesting and said, "I don't understand what you said, but there may be ghosts here in the middle of the night. When you shake your head, those big-headed ghosts, long-tongued ghosts and hanging ghosts will all understand..."

Su Qiaoer suddenly made a ah, kicked the round-faced teenager to the ground, got up and flew out. He learned some subtle martial arts from the warriors. At this time, he was scared and a little powerful, but kicked a little lower and kicked the crotch of the round-faced teenager.

The round-faced teenager suddenly covered his bottom and shouted bitterly. Ouch, "Grandma, what kind of footwork are you practicing is really accurate!" Su Qiaoer saw Fu Jiezi kill people with her own eyes. How could she not be afraid? She had to avoid the butcher who killed pigs in Chang'an before. This person didn't run away quickly when she saw the murder.

I saw the little camel from afar outside. Now I was overjoyed and climbed up and ran away. Fu Jiezi's face was cold, paused for a moment, and suddenly picked up a bow and arrow from the sergeant's hand and pulled the string to look at it. The round-faced teenager was shocked and said, "Master, this..."