Chapter 169 Selection By the time the rain stopped, it was almost dusk.
The road is a puddle of stagnant water, with withered yellow fallen leaves and wind-blown branches floating lightly, and there is a desolate atmosphere.
Because of the sudden arrival of autumn cold, it is dusk again, and there are few pedestrians on the street.
Qingji wore the clothes of a general guard at this time, took a sword, and left the Mi Dafu Mansion with Shi Shiran.
There are no diners in the Mi Zi Mansion, and the people who come in and out are the generals of their own mansions, and these generals recognize Qingji and know that he is now the favored guard in front of Doctor Mi, and often take him with him when he goes in and out for entertainment.
Qingji gives them the feeling that although they are few words and not very gregarious, they are quite polite to others, so although they are not enthusiastic about each other, they can also hug their fists and say hello.
Qingji returned the salute one by one, looked calm, left the Miko Mansion, and strolled into the street.
Qing Ji went out naturally not like those guards and generals to find a restaurant to have fun or go to the prostitute to buy laughter, now his people have come to report quickly, Liang Huzi and others led by the army is coming day and night, and the 128 warriors who are physically fit and long longer than the distance have rushed to the Qingwa Pass to ambush on the dangerous pass.
Qingji's heart is determined.
Ming said that the whole army rushed to the Qingwa Pass, and this side was about to be launched.
At that time, Gong Mengxi's mansion will become the main battlefield, Qingji is quite confident in his general Liang Huzi, let him lead an army alone, blocking the road and blocking the enemy, such a thing is absolutely possible, he does not need to personally supervise the battle, he wants to stay in Diqiu, and pay attention to every step of the development of the situation at any time.
Because the big event was about to start, he wanted to know more about the terrain in Emperor Hill City.
At this moment, he was trying to take advantage of the few pedestrians after the autumn rain to go to the vicinity of Gongmeng's Mansion to observe the buildings on the left and right, the front and back paths, so as to know in his heart.
Because if Gong Mengjie is defeated, the most likely choice is to go to the palace to ask for help to the marquis, the palace city wall is strong, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the palace has its own elite soldiers stationed, if he escapes in, then it will be a big deal.
Although the Gongzi Dynasty seemed to have a lot of confidence in Nanzi's submission in danger, Qingji could not completely pin the initiative on Nanzi's devotion to the Gongzi Dynasty.
In case the Gongzi Dynasty can't control the palace guards and the janitarian guards, or the guards can't be imprisoned by them first, then they can kill Gong Meng Ji before the palace acropolis guards are launched, and they can also achieve the net profit they want.
Therefore, it is necessary to understand in advance and grasp the terrain around the Gongmeng Mansion.
There are three roads, which are connected to the palace of Gong Meng's palace and the palace city.
One of them is the main road, ordinary cars and horses, extremely prosperous, at this time after the rain dusk although depressed, there are also many pedestrians on the road.
This road is unlikely to be the route for Gong Mengxi to escape, because the main road is the easiest to be pursued, and they will forcibly attack the Gongmeng Mansion from the main gate, if Gong Mengxi has the ability to break out of the siege from the main gate, then it can turn defeat into victory and defeat the enemy, so why break through and escape.
It was Qingji's eyes that turned around, and then looked at the second road according to the route he had inquired in advance.
The road is winding and winding, a path that winds between the alleys of the houses, and there are many forks in the road, and it looks very muddy because of the rain at this time.
Qingji only walked a short distance into the alley, and retreated back the same way after only two forks in the road.
It's like a labyrinth, and if you don't live here, it's easy to get lost.
This road was supposed to be the best escape route, but it was not suitable for Gong Mengxi, who was so noble that it was impossible to be familiar with the winding path of this common people's mixed settlement, and as for his cronies, the samurai may not be able to skillfully traverse this private housing area.
The third way Qingji stood by the river and observed, this road is near the river, it is a river that runs through the city of Diqiu, it does not seem to be very wide and deep, it leads to the backyard wall of the mansion of Gong Mengji, and leads to the palace on the other hand, and when it reaches the edge of the palace city, it is the imperial river.
After walking along the river bank for a while, I found that the embankment by the river was fairly flat, and a small boat tethered to the bank could be seen gently swaying with the current at the water's edge.
"Well, this road should be the most likely escape route chosen by Gong Meng in a panic, and we should probably preset an ambush here.
However, Beigong and Qi Leopard can gather only a limited number of people, if they divide their troops, they will inevitably be weak, but unfortunately Qi Leopard is also wary of me, and they are not allowed to enter the Emperor Hill."
Qingji was thinking about it, and suddenly heard a sound of broken footsteps behind him, Qingji immediately turned his head to look, and there were already seven or eight people standing behind him, all of whom were holding weapons in their hands, faintly forming a goose wing.
Those people stared at him with murderous eyes, and it was obvious that they were not good.
Qingji was secretly vigilant in his heart, and quietly clenched the hilt of his sword.
There was a man in the crowd who was thin and sharp-eyed, and his demeanor was obviously the first of the crowd, he sneered, waved his hand, and everyone gathered around Qingji.
Qingji moved his body, observing their encircled posture, and asked in a deep voice: "What is the way you come from, and what are your grievances and hatreds?"
Ao Shiqi sneered: "You don't need to know where we came from, we came to get you today, we just want to know where you came from." ” Qingji felt a little relieved after listening to this answer, as long as the other party didn't know his true identity, it would be much easier.
He swept his gaze around, peeped into a gap, shouted, and drew his sword to slash.
The man was tall, and a copper wedge in his hand was gravity heavy, but Qingji saw that he was a little sluggish to move, and his skills would not be flexible.
The big man saw Qingji rushing over, and with a flash of sword light, a lightning-like light rushed to his face, and he immediately raised his hand to meet him in shock.
In his hand is a heavy copper sword, which is known as the best sword that sharpens iron like clay, and it is impossible to cut hard with such a heavy weapon, and the big man is sure in his heart that the copper sword in Qingji's hand will inevitably break if this sword is split.
Qingji slashed out with a sword, and left four points of strength, the sword was able to collide, suddenly twisted the body and drew the sword, and forcibly withdrew the sword that was split, swept like a whirlwind, the big man screamed and fell out, reached out and touched it, the leather armor was torn, and his hands were full of blood, in fact, he was just cut a hole by Qingji's sword between his chest and abdomen, but he only felt pain, and saw the blood gushing like a spring, and he also said that Qingji had been disemboweled, and he was afraid of death.
Qingji kicked into the puddle with one foot, and a piece of muddy water splashed up like a fan, blocking the two warriors who were pressing together, and one of them avoided the big man's head, and his elbow slammed into the big man's chest.
The big man was not seriously injured by his sword, and his chest was hit hard by his elbow, but there was a sound of bones breaking, and blood suddenly sprayed Qingji's face, and in the scream, the huge body of the big man had been knocked upside down and flew out, falling far away more than two feet, slamming on the mud with a bang, with more air and less air intake, and it seemed that he was no longer alive.
At the same time as Qingji knocked him away, a spear in the palm of a samurai had taken the opportunity to stab him in the waist, Qingji took advantage of the force of an elbow to hit the side of his body, avoiding this spear, because his feet were slippery, the center of gravity shifted, and the whole person fell to the ground, he simply rolled away from the ground, and with a sweep of the horizontal sword, a samurai was hit in the ankle, his foot was cut, and he fell to the ground with a bang, screaming and rolling with Qingji.
Qingji grabbed his body and rolled around, avoiding the stabbing halberd, and threw his body out with his backhand, smashing away the two samurai in front of him, and taking the opportunity to leap forward.
There are two bushes in front of him, which are more than half a man high, and the middle road is the road where he came, and he rushed to the bushes, and suddenly said clearly behind the bushes: "Come with your life" A pretentious figure leaped out, and a sword in his hand swung a meteor-like point of light in the air, and the halo flowed, and he didn't know whether it was going to stab him in the chest or in his face.
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Qingji did not expect that the other party still had ambush soldiers, and after retreating, the man landed, brushed and stabbed out with three swords, and was vigorous and vigorous, as sharp as a spirit ape, vertically, out of the sword, landing, closing the sword, turning around, and stabbing again, all the actions were done in one go, both beautiful and sharp.
Qingji only hated that he didn't take advantage of the weapon, and was forced to take two steps back by the black-clothed young man, seeing the warriors chasing after him, he didn't want to retreat again, relying on his arm length and strength, he drank in a deep voice, raised his sword and slashed at the young man's head.
At this time, the young man's wrist flipped over, and a sword was stabbing at him three inches, if Qing Ji didn't flash, this sword would definitely pierce his throat, but at the speed of his sword, the black-clothed young man would also be split and killed.
Qingji expected that the other party and himself did not have a blood feud of killing his father and mother, and he would not be willing to die with him, so he wanted to force him to dodge, but when the man stabbed out with a sword, he had already seen his face clearly, and the man's body was suddenly shocked, and he forgot to dodge.
Qingji also saw his appearance clearly at this time, which was not trivial.
Ji Sun Xiaoman, how is she In those black eyes, he was full of his figure, and a little light arced, flashing downward from above her pupils, which was the sword in Qingji's hand.
For a while, Ji Sun Xiaoman's eyes were full of horror, fear, and remorse.
As soon as Qingji saw that it was her, the sword in his hand subconsciously tried his best to retract his strength, this sword was sent by him with all his strength, even if he had divine power, it was not easy to collect the sword, this sword could be split to Ji Sun Xiaoman's forehead, and Fang paused to split.
At the same time, Ji Sun Xiaoman's sword could be stabbed to Qingji's throat, and she was forced to restrain the sword momentum Both of them froze.
A gust of wind came, and a few strands of broken hair fell from Ji Sun Xiaoman's forehead, and at the same time, a drop of red blood oozed out of Qingji's throat, and slowly flowed forward along the blade of the Chengying Sword, which was as bright as a mirror, winding like a snake, sliding halfway and rolling down under the sword, and the sword was not stained with blood.
Ji Sun Xiaoman's eyes, which had almost froze, flickered slightly, and he regained a little vitality.
Qingji saw a vague shadow in her eyes, and he subconsciously looked down, and saw that on the blade of the sword in her palm, which was as bright as a mirror, there was also a blurred image floating.
Qingji suddenly realized in his heart, and suddenly looked up, and saw that a large net had been hooded against him.
On the other side of the bushes, Zhu Po stood there proudly, and the other net, just thrown out by his hand, was like a flower that spits buds, stretches its petals, blooms in the air, and falls, covering the fish in the middle "Alas, she was obviously stunned at the time, difficult to move, my sword should have been chopped down, even if she couldn't bear to do it because she saw the deceased, I shouldn't be a woman's kindness, I was captured alive, Qi Leopard, Beigong Xi and others are nowhere to be seen, they must be suspicious, I'm afraid they don't dare to do it.
If I die, where will my tens of thousands of soldiers go?"
The ragged and bruised Qingji was locked to the stone pillar of the water prison, and he was doing deep self-criticism in pain.
After he was taken back to Gong Meng's mansion, he was immediately tortured to extract a confession.
When Qingji first arrived in Weiguo last year, he came to Diqiu to visit Weihou, and many ministers and doctors of the court were present at that time, but Gong Mengji did not attend, so he had no impression of Qingji.
Gong Mengjie is only keen on holding power, and has never been interested in some acts of etiquette diplomacy that have no substance, and does not like to appear in public.
This is probably related to his acquired disability, and as a last resort, Gong Mengjie is never willing to drag a lame leg in front of others.
It was getting late, and Gong Mengji never figured out Qingji's identity, so he had to temporarily detain him and say that he would be retried.
Qingji was confined to the stone pillar at this time, and the wounds on his body were burning, but when he thought of the urgent situation of Diqiu now, and remembered the thousands of soldiers who had already set off for Qingwaguan, he was even more anxious.
However, regret is naturally regret, if he goes back in time and lets him do it all over again, can he really bear to slash it with a sword and split Ji Sun Xiaoman's brain He didn't know.
Half of the body was soaked in water, the wounds on the upper body were still burning, and the underwater wounds were originally hot, but at this moment, they were numb and unconscious in the cold pool water.
In the corner of the wall, in the damp high place, a small window, a faint beam of moonlight flowed in, Qingji looked up at the only light in the dark dungeon, smiled bitterly, and thought foolishly: "I, after all, am not a cold-blooded, ruthless, decisive and decisive hero, who puts interests first in everything."
After all, I was still short of time in the utilitarian circle of deceit, mutual deception, and unscrupulous means, and it was easier said than done to understand it, and the truth that made sense may not be able to be ruthless to do it.
It's just that it's not a pity for me to die, and the sacrifices made for my brothers who died for me are meaningless."
Qingji lowered his head and sighed sadly.
Life is full of contradictions.
In your life, there are constantly forks in the road, you need to choose, choose one of them, and there is no way back.
No matter which path you choose, you will always lose some and leave something behind.
Life is inherently full of flaws, but this is also where the beauty and charm of life created by human beings, the spirit of all things, lies.
It would only be a tragedy if human beings could take the benefits and disadvantages as the only criterion of action in a completely rational manner.
But in the midst of it, looking back, who doesn't suffer from the gains and losses of their choices.
Qingji also knew in his heart that if he did it again, I was afraid he would still not be able to do it.
Just like the metaphor he said to Nanzi to block the arrow, if the other party does not know him, he will not hesitate to use the other party as a meat shield, and most people are selfish at the critical moment of their own death or immortality.
However, if this person knows him and has some friendship, or if the other party is just a young child or a girl, can he still be ruthless?
The reason why people are human beings, rather than a machine that chooses right and wrong without emotion, is that there are some things that you know are wrong, and you know that this choice will make you regret it, but you will still do it In the garden, under the quiet moon, the night is as cool as water, and the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.
Ji Sun Xiaoman sat quietly by the pond with the Chengying Sword on his lap, looking up at the bright moon like a jade disk in the ink sky.
Qinghui has a plain face, her skin has a soft and transparent beauty, and between the lightly locked eyebrows, there is a faint trace of smoke.
Since she arrived in Diqiu, and happened to be recruited as a diner by Gong Mengji, she originally wanted to stay here, and then return to China when Ji Song on the Lu side was no longer obsessed with her, but she didn't want to meet a Ji Yuan again.
These few days, Wei Hou Ji Yuan ran to the Gongmeng Mansion every day, and asked her to accompany her to practice swords, showing a deep affection between words and deeds.
Every time I think about it, Ji Sun Xiaoman can't cry or laugh a little, could it be that he was born with the life of being Mrs.
Jun, and when he was a girl, there was a Lu Junji and Song who chased after him, dressed up as a man, and actually attracted a Weihou Ji Yuan.
Ji Sun Xiaoman was overwhelmed, these days he was trying to leave quietly and find another place to live, and he didn't want to be suddenly ordered to let her get someone today.
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Ji Sun Xiaoman thought to himself that he was a diner, he had lived here for so long and was quite courteous to Gong Meng, and it was also the duty of the diner to help him do one thing before leaving, so he would not be sorry to leave, and he didn't want to go and met him who should never have appeared in Diqiu, who knew that the person they wanted to catch turned out to be Qingji.
Ji Sun Xiaoman couldn't help but think of the earth-shattering sword when the two sides clashed.
There were pursuers after Qingji, and this road was the only exit they had deliberately left, because their purpose was to capture him alive, not to bring a dead body back.
Therefore, she with the best swordsmanship was arranged to block the enemy behind the bushes, and Zhu Po captured people.
After her sword stabbed out, she was shocked to realize that the other party was jealous, and she was stunned at that time.
In just this moment, the sword that Qingji had died with had already avoided her face, and the power of that sword was really terrifying.
She was first surprised, then frightened, and when the sword came to her forehead, she was left with infinite remorse, and she hated why she didn't have the heart to do it, and finally died in his hands, however Ji Sun Xiaoman raised his hand lightly and touched his forehead, where a lock of hair had been cut off and a shallow scar.
At that time, she was frightened and then scared, she had already stayed there and didn't know how to react, and when she regretted it, the sword momentum had already reached the end, and if she wanted to move forward again, she had to lean in, these were just things in an instant, she wanted to get it, but it was too late to react.
If Qingji's sword was cut down, he would naturally be able to get out of trouble, but what about her, she was now split in half, and she was dead.
However, he didn't do it after all.
Even if he knew that the chasing soldiers behind him were in a hurry, and he secretly appeared in Diqiu, there must be a great reason, but all of this was given up because of himself, and he finally chose to be captured.
A warm current slowly rose in Ji Sun Xiaoman's heart, covering her whole body, making her not feel the cold of the autumn night at all.
That sword, he should have chopped down.
Ji Sun Xiaoman was born in a wealthy family, and he was used to seeing things that even if he was as close as father and son, and as close as a brother, he could cheat and be ruthless for the sake of power and status, gains and losses, but he gave up for the sake of her surname When it comes to easy, it's easier said than done.
When Qingji was arrested and returned to Gong Mengji's mansion to be tortured to extract a confession, Ji Sun Xiaoman did not go to the water prison, she couldn't bear to see Qingji tortured, but she knew that Qingji must be tortured inhumanely.
Thinking of this, she had no appetite for even supper, and now that the night was dark, she sat in the garden, her heart was in turmoil, and she had never been so concerned about a man since her mother's death.
Thinking of all the things since he met Qingji, Ji Sun Xiaoman suddenly felt a little itchy in his buttocks, and quietly touched his buttocks, the feeling of pain and numbness seemed to return to his fingertips, and the picture of being scolded by Qingji while pressing on his knee and pumping his buttocks fiercely came to mind.
For a while, Ji Sun Xiaoman's whole body was hot, and his face was hot.
She bit her lip, suddenly got up, put the Chengying Sword back on her shoulder, tied a bundle of belts, raised the sleeves of her robe, and with a "du" sound, something flew out of her sleeves, hooking the autumn tree opposite the pool To be continued: