Chapter 372 Miss Cai

"Lord!" Zhao Yun looked up to the sky and roared, and his clothes were covered with blood. He didn't know whether it was a masked man or his own.

Zhao Yunhu's eyes were tearful, "Liu Biao, if the master has any mistake, he will smash you into ten thousand pieces."

"The master was injured by an arrow when he escaped. He will definitely not go far. These masked people also went to the master. No, he must find the master first." Thinking about this, Zhao Yun turned over and got up, as if his whole body was full of strength, and chased him in the direction of Jia Rong's disappearance.

After moving forward for more than four miles, Jia Rong felt that the last trace of strength on his body had been exhausted, and his legs were bleeding for a long time, which made him a little dizzy. He tried his best to get up, cut a strand of cloth, and gently wrap it around the wound. In order to prevent the masked man from catching up, Jia Rong changed his action route three times.

"Jia Rong, Jia Rong, what kind of general? It's still like this." Jia Rong laughed at himself.

Fortunately, the weapon on his body was still there, and the wound was slightly treated. As long as the wound was recovered, he would not be able to return to Chang'an. He looked around and found that he had walked into a forest. At first, he didn't feel anything. When the sun went down, the forest was gloomy and the cold hair stood up all over his body.

The injury on the leg will definitely not be treated in a short period of time. The most important thing to spend the night in such a forest is to have a bonfire so that the beasts dare not approach. When Tianming finds the village, the situation may be eased. However, thinking of the tragic situation of the village where he rested last night, Jia Rong has some to those Dunpu villagers. Fear.

Next to the burning bonfire, I looked at the injury on my leg. I don't know how long it will last. If the wound is inflamed, I definitely can't go far away. In such a mountain forest, I'm afraid I can only wait to die.

On this night, Jia Rong hardly closed his eyes. As a general, he also knew how to cherish his life, especially the superior, and hoped that he could survive, no matter how hard it was.

The next day, Jia Rong staggered on the path between the grass. Since Liu Biao was able to attack himself again and again, the intelligence network must be extremely powerful. Walking on this kind of forest trail, safety can be guaranteed, but the injury to his legs is getting more and more serious. After a long time in spring, the weather is getting warmer and the wound begins to pus. This In ancient times when medical technology was backward, it was a very serious problem.

On this day, Jia Rong did not meet any village, as if this was an isolated place. He didn't even see any passing merchants on the road. At this time, Jia Rong's clothes were ragged, and his hair was full of dust and dirt. The green sword was still hanging around his waist, but it gave people a funny feeling, and only his eyes occasionally flashed. Only the light can make people feel that he is extraordinary.

The injury on the leg is getting worse and worse. The rush is completely determined, and the weight of the body is all dropped to the wooden stick of the left hand.

not far away, a carriage came with a rolling smoke. Jia Rong was overjoyed and waved a wooden stick as a crutch in his hand.

"Stop!" There was a delicate shout from the carriage.

"Ask who he is?"

"Miss, she's just a beggar." The groom replied.

"Where did you get so much nonsense?" There was a discontented scolding from the carriage.

"Who are you?" The groom looked a little arrogant. In the face of the beggar, he was very proud of his identity.

After all, it is not the Taiping period. There are countless robbers and bandits on the road. According to his meaning, just drive the carriage directly. Why care about such a ragged beggar?

Ten cavalrymen surrounded Jia Rong in the middle, and the bright knives and guns in their hands were pointed at Jia Rong.

Jia Rong sorted out his thoughts and said carefully, "Actually, I'm also a businessman. I didn't expect to meet a robber on the road and was taken to the thief's den. Fortunately, I escaped cleverly."

The groom's expression was slightly relaxed, out of pity for the poor man. "Miss, this person said that he was a businessman and met robbers on the road."

The man who was called a lady by the groom gently opened the curtain, revealing a charming face. He glanced at Jia Rong and was about to close the curtain, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Give him a horse." The young lady said to the family who followed her.

"Don't break my horse, or you will die!" A family member said viciously to Jia Rong, and his face was full of regret.

Jia Rong repeatedly said that he turned over the horse. The skillful movements made the surrounding family members couldn't help shouting. They threw away the wooden stick in their hands, and there was a severe pain in his legs. Jia Rong was unstable and almost fell off the horse's back. For two consecutive days, the arrow wound had begun to purify.

"What's wrong with you?" A family member cared about it.

"It's okay. I was a little injured in the thief's den." Jia Rong waved his hand.

"I've been in the horse business before and learned to ride horses." The war horse under him did not have a stace, which made Jia Rong feel a little uncomfortable.

The family nodded.

Xiangyang County, a small inn with a very simple layout.

"Jia Rong escaped." After looking around, the middle-aged man in a linen shirt said quietly.

"Huh? But it's still on the border of Jingzhou?" The wine cup in his hand was held tightly, showing the inner tension.

"His leg was injured by a sword, and it was impossible to leave in a short period of time. Xiangyang City seemed to be calm, but in fact the undercurrent was surging. The powerful lord of the Xiliang Army also knew that it would be crazy. Jia Rong was assassinated in Jingzhou."

"Hum, Jia Rong should kill for his own sake of ignoring the dignity of the royal family and the family. As long as he can kill Jia Rong and reward thousands of money, this money will be paid by the Kuai family. By the way, the Cai family and the rest of the family will also keep beating. As long as Jia Rong dies, the world will not be the lord sooner or later."

"Today, the emperor is in Chang'an. I don't know what the master is going to do?"

The white-faced Confucian student smiled and made a head-killing posture, and the middle-aged man in sackcloth nodded with a gloomy face.

Jia Rong is a dragon crossing the river. When he meets the local snake in Jingzhou, he will only die in the end. The family that has been in Jingzhou for many years will not be afraid of the general who is far away in Chang'an.

"What is the attitude of the Ma family?"

Middle-aged people are silent.

"The little Ma family dares to be rampant in Jingzhou. When Jia Rong dies in the future, let's see what they say. When the owner of the Ma family brazenly comes to beg me, hum."

The middle-aged Nuonuo in sackcloth is said to be.

"What did Yuan Shu say?" The white-faced Confucian asked.

"Yuan Shu said that he also helped him defeat Yuan Shao afterwards, and he was awarded the title of king."

"You can do this. There can't be any mistakes."

"No!" The middle-aged man in Ma Yi asked, "Lord, Yuan Shu is greedy and doesn't have much talent."

"I don't know that the reputation of the four generations is the yearning of countless scholars."

The middle-aged man will know what he wants and bows and leave.

The bumpy war horse didn't move forward for a long time, and Jia Rong couldn't hold on.

A family member pointed to Jia Rong and exclaimed, "No, this man is bleeding."

Jia Rong smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. The robber did it. Just take a break."

The groom looked at Jia Rong with admiration. He couldn't talk and laugh freely after suffering such an injury.

"Miss, the man is injured just now. Do you want to take a break?" Unconsciously, the groom's tone was a little inclined to Jia Rong.

Jia Rong shook his head and said, "It's okay. It's just a little injury. You take a step first, and I'll be there later." With such a strange motorcade, Jia Rong doesn't have much sense of security. Who knows if the owner of the car is from Xiangyang or not, it will be a big loss to be recognized by soldiers in the city.

"Let him come to the carriage." The young lady's words made every family feel like being struck by lightning. She was in the same carriage with the young lady. It had never been heard of before. Many families looked at Jia Rong with a trace of jealousy.

"Miss, this man is dirty all over his body for fear of discomfort." The maid glanced at the outside of the car.

"It doesn't matter."

In the carriage, Jia Rong had been hanging his head, not under the eaves, but for fear that people would recognize him. His legs flowed with pus, which was full of narrow cars, and the maid kept fanning the air.

Jia Rong also admired the young lady in the carriage, who could stand the mud all over her body and her pus in her legs.

"Sir Rong, how do you feel?" The young lady looked at Jia Rong with a smile and said.

Jia Rong was shocked. He knew that his identity had been recognized. He raised his drooping head suddenly, pulled out the sheath of the green sword in his right hand, and put the green sword on the young lady's neck with an arrow step, and took the opportunity to hold it in his arms.

The maid was scared by the changes before and after and sat down in the slowly moving carriage.

"Miss, what's wrong?" The voice of the groom came from outside the car.

Jia Rong showed the young lady with his eyes and shook his head. The green sword was tightly against her neck. The green sword was sharp, and there was a trace of blood on his white neck.

"No, it's okay. Keep moving forward."

Although the groom felt something was wrong, he did not dare to walk into the carriage.

Jia Rong pouted angrily at the maid and nodded when he saw her staying in the corner of the carriage.

From walking into the carriage to taking the lady as a hostage, he is like a beast. If he is a little careless, he can only be buried.

"This hero, please let my young lady go." The maid's body trembled slightly and said to herself.

Jia Rong smiled and said, "If you let your young lady go, I'm afraid the next moment will beg her to let me go. Tell me, who are you?"

He looked down at the young lady in his arms and found that he was not afraid as he imagined. Instead, he looked at himself with thin eyes.

"Are you?" Suddenly, I felt that the person in my arms was a little familiar, and I couldn't help asking.

Miss's eyes flowed at Jia Rong and wanted to move her body, but the sword on her neck ruthlessly cut her skin, soaked out a trace of blood, and two tears flowed down with the blood.

There was a panic for no reason.

"Sirong, it's me, the rich son of Xiangyang City."

Jia Rong looked down and looked down. In addition to his clothes, Xiangyang City repeatedly embarrassed his rich son.

"You, you..." The young lady in her arms suddenly became an acquaintance.

"You, you two..." The maid stroked her face with her hand and said with a slightly red face.

The posture of the two was really a little ambiguous. At that time, in order to survive, Jia Rong did not think about so many men and women, but now things have calmed down. Thinking of the jade man in his arms, his mind was a little confused. His beautiful posture made Jia Rong warm-hearted.