East China Sea dust

Chapter 90

There were blood curse shackles, and everyone hadn't had enough to eat for several days, so the stones thrown at the young man's feet were neither painful nor itchy, and at best they only left some gray marks on the snow-white fox fur.

The man standing beside Zhang Qinglan squinted his eyes and smiled, raising his hand to straighten the soft mink hat on his head.With some distaste, he glanced at the snowflakes splashed by the stone, and took a few steps back with the stove in his arms.

The stone was buried in the snow and made a muffled "thumping" sound. Zhang Qinglan had no choice but to straighten up first and stop motionless beside the bamboo basket.

Ao Zhan leaned against the thin door panel of the shed and watched the farce in front of him coldly, only when the stone hit the corner of the boy's clothes, the expression on his icy face changed a little.

This stalemate lasted for about a cup of tea. Seeing the heat of the copper hand warming stove subside little by little, the man brushed off the snowflakes falling on his shoulders, his complexion became more and more ugly.

It was just a glance, and Zhang Qinglan shifted his gaze to another place the moment he saw Ao Zhan's appearance clearly.Now the young man has his hands in his sleeves, half of his face is buried in the plush collar beside him, the white air he occasionally breathes out quickly dissipates in the cold wind, his eyes are half-closed, and he looks like he is trying to get away with it.

A few guards followed behind the middle-aged man, suffering terribly from the cold wind outside.

Finally, he couldn't help but sneezed several times. The veins on the man's forehead twitched. He gritted his teeth and pulled his hand away from the stove. He took the handkerchief handed over by the attendant and blew his nose.

After all, he was still not as strong as a young man, and the fleshy man couldn't hold on for a long time.

With a sneer, the fat man ignored the hatred eyes projected from all directions, walked up to the young man with his stomach straight, and whispered in a low voice: "Third young master, this is the order of the head of the family. If you don't do anything...what will happen to you? You have to think about it."

After finishing his harsh words, the man waved his hand to the guard next to him, and ordered: "You guys stay here and help our prince."

After finishing speaking, he still didn't forget to mention the emerald belt hanging on his belly, and turned around and left quickly while the wind and snow were still not strong.

After the man walked away, the young man who had been motionless like a stone sculpture shook his head, glanced at the backs of the receding figures from the corner of his eye, and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

The remaining two guards with knives stood on both sides of Zhang Qinglan, one on the left and the other on the right.

Seeing that Xiao Shizi had no intention of taking any action at all, the guards looked at each other and nodded.Immediately, "shua" pulled out the saber from his waist, and said in a low voice, "Third Young Master, please move quickly and don't disobey the order of the Patriarch."

Looking at the snow-white swords, the young man sighed softly, and then bent forward to pick up a few pancakes from the basket.

Such actions aroused more resentment around them, and the captives in shackles gathered forward one after another, holding the stones tightly in their hands, looking like they were ready to go.

Ao Zhan remained calm, looking at the other party's mood at this time.

Because of bending over, the boy's long hair on the sideburns slipped down his shoulders, covering most of his expression... The only thing that could be seen was the slight curvature of the corner of the other's lips when he straightened up.

Just when everyone had no time to react, they saw the young man's figure like lightning, and a short body stepped back a few steps, dodging the blades of the guards on both sides.

Immediately afterwards, the toes drew a semicircle on the snow, and the explosive energy lifted up the snow on the ground, splashing and forming a snow curtain half the height of a person.

Between the lightning and the flint, under the cover of the snow curtain, only two guards cried out in pain, and then there was a crisp sound when the blades collided.

Seeing this, the people gathered around put down the stones in their hands one after another, looked at the snow in surprise, and did not continue to move forward.

Ao Zhan raised his eyebrows. Originally, he was just lazily leaning on the door, but now he was interested in the fight between the boy and the guards, so he took it more seriously.

The young man was dressed in white fox fur, and now the snow curtains rose one after another, hiding his whole body in it, making it difficult for others to see clearly.Taking advantage of this opportunity, he flashed behind the guard, raised his leg suddenly, and knocked him down.

The long knife was out of its sheath, but it didn't touch half of Zhang Qinglan's clothes. The guards often slashed vigorously in the blinding wind and snow, either hitting the air or accidentally injuring their own people.

Seeing the bright red blood falling drop by drop on the snow, it immediately condensed into one piece.On the other hand, the young man, apart from his paler face, was completely unharmed, and his sleeves didn't even show the slightest wrinkle.

The young man is elusive, and he is very skillful with his feet.Even before he could make a move, the two guards fell unconscious due to injuries and blood loss. The long knife was stuck upside down in the soft snow, and the light blue tassel tied to the handle shook slightly.

Zhang Qinglan looked at the two people who fell in front of her, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, he wiped off the snow foam that accidentally got on his sleeves, and without thinking about it, he walked towards the shed where Ao Zhan was.

The onlookers hadn't recovered from the shock yet, and their expressions were full of guard and surprise.Now seeing the young man walking towards the crowd, they all showed vigilance and subconsciously squeezed the stone in their hands tightly.

The closer the boy got, the tighter the surrounding soldiers surrounded him.

Seeing that his expression was still as relaxed as ever, Ao Zhan reached out his hand to stop the lieutenant who was always ready to attack the young man, and said in a deep voice to the soldiers on both sides: "Okay, stop."

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers gathered around Zhang Qinglan stopped their movements one after another, and looked up at Ao Zhan with blank expressions.

Seeing that Ao Zhan was finally willing to speak out in defense, the boy's originally indifferent face, which was as cold as a jade carving, showed a soft and soft expression different from ordinary times.

"Hey," the young man blinked, his crow-like eyelashes cast a small shadow on his eyelids, tugged at the corner of Ao's shirt, and then Chunliang smiled and said, "It's cold here, and there are many people with mixed eyes, why don't we change to another place?" place to speak?"

Seeing the little young master in front of him grinning out his teeth, Ao Zhan lowered his eyes in silence, and his Adam's apple moved imperceptibly.

After a while, everyone heard a man's deep voice: "Yes."

……

The blazing flames were reflected in Ao Zhan's dark pupils, and he saw a pheasant whose skin was roasted golden brown being skewered on a wooden stick, constantly flipping over the fire.

The boy casually pulled a few large and dry leaves under his body, sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, and kept turning the wooden stick in his hand, so that the roast chicken could be heated evenly.The original paleness of the cheeks was driven away by the warmth, and covered with a thin layer of red.

In the deep forest, the two sat facing each other, during which the flames danced, casting mottled light and shadows on their faces.

Smelling the increasingly intense smell of meat, Ao Zhan put his hands on his knees, deliberately turned his head, stared at the cracks on the nearby tree trunks, and pretended to be lost in thought.

Zhang Qinglan seemed to have never seen this kind of behavior from the other party.When the heat was almost ready, he grabbed a chicken leg, took out a small bag of chili powder and coarse salt from his bosom and sprinkled it on the meat, then he gnawed on it and said vaguely: "General Ao, what else do you want to ask?" , ask now."

Ao Zhan looked at the chicken leg in the young master's hand, half-closed his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

"I know," the young man's cheeks were stuffed with chicken, and his thin lips were full of oil: "My father is Duke Yu of Jinyang, so I naturally know a thing or two about court affairs."

After saying this, a chicken leg was also eaten.The young man licked the scraps of meat left behind by his fingertips, and before Ao Zhan could say anything, he took off a chicken wing that was grilled until it was dripping with oil, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ao Zhan saw that he was no different from the reincarnation of a starved ghost, so he said helplessly, "Is the family not full?"

"I can't eat enough," Zhang Qinglan shook her head, "Otherwise why would I set a trap in the woods?"

"Do you think you are the only ones starving?" The young man wiped his mouth, and while the man was not paying attention, he tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into the man's mouth: "That fat man's name is Qiu Chang, he is the high priest's running dog, and also my eldest brother." In order to monitor the hidden stake I planted." His voice was light, as if he had already gotten used to it.

The young man smiled, but his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.Her cheeks bulged like a little squirrel hoarding food: "The matter of knocking out the two guards today... If you keep it a secret for me, I will treat you to roast chicken next time."

Ao Zhan didn't agree immediately, but asked instead: "So many people have seen it, how are you going to shut their mouths?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qinglan took the wooden stick with the grilled chicken off the bonfire, generously divided half of it and handed it to Ao Zhan: "Since you are General Taiji, I believe there will be a way."

Ao Zhan was finally aroused, the eyes he looked at the young man changed slightly, and he pointed out: "If you don't cut the grass, you may have trouble."

Looking at the oily meat smears on the corner of the young master's mouth, and his unremarkable eating appearance, Ao Zhan held the roast chicken thoughtfully.

Zhang Qinglan was bigger than him, and didn't care too much, said: "It's okay, those two people are not doing well, and they will be punished by the criminal court as well."

"If they are really stupid enough to take the initiative to expose, then they are really hopeless."

The young man's face is still immature, but the words he speaks are skilled and mature.

The pheasant meat becomes fragrant under the fire, and chewing in the mouth is much more delicious than any dry food.While chewing, Ao Zhan did not forget to observe the other party's words and deeds all the time.

"Little prince," the man said with some ashes on his face, his sword-browed and star-eyed face was full of unruliness, "Really, you and I are sworn enemies of the world... I'm afraid it's not too much for you to say these things about the defeated generals of the enemy and the country..." Are you more naive?"

Zhang Qinglan spat out a chicken bone and stared at the crimson fire in front of him: "It was the king and the high priest who attacked Taiji, and it was the Jinyang soldiers who defeated you. No matter how you calculate it, it has nothing to do with my son who can't eat enough." .”

"General Ao," the young Chunliang smiled, staring at the tattoo on the man's face: "I still lack a personal guard by my side."

Ao Zhan put down the chicken bones that he had gnawed almost, and didn't get serious until this time:

"Oh?"

……

Waving farewell to the enemy's general, the young man looked very relaxed. He dug up a pile of white snow with his backhand and buried the burnt firewood and the leftover chicken bones in it.

Pulling out a soft silk cloth from her sleeve, Zhang Qinglan slowly wiped off the oil stains on her fingertips, then got up, and stepped on a branch of a nearby tree with a vertical leap.

The whole person is as light as a crane, and with the strength of his toes, he steps forward on the branches with a few strokes, and shuttles quickly between the leaves and branches.

After running like this for half a cup of tea, the young man chose a giant tree and jumped onto the thick and long branches on it when he reached the border of the dense forest. Then he stopped and took out a palm-sized gourd wine cup from his arms. .

His gaze was like a torch, staring closely at a deep pit that suddenly appeared in the snow not far away.

It didn't take long before there was a sudden moan/groan from the bottom of the pit that was still motionless, and then I saw two fat hands resting on the edge of the pit, the backs of the hands were congested with blood, and the fingertips were still bruised.

At this time, Qiu Chang's sable fur hat had disappeared, revealing a few thin strands of hair underneath.The forehead was probably broken at the bottom of the pit, and blood flowed all over his head and face.

The young man was condescending, his eyes were full of indifference, he was not at all similar to the so-called "innocent" little son just now.

Sitting half leaning against a branch of a tree, he watched Qiu Chang finally climbed up from the bottom of the pit with cold eyes, his brocade robes and jade clothes were completely ruined, and he sat on the snow ground cursing his mother in embarrassment and panting.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the wine cup and took a sip of strong wine in the freezing weather.