On the street, war horses ran back and forth, and the neighing of war horses.
The horses' hooves trampled the ground, turning the dirt into dust.
The wind blew and the whole town was suddenly shrouded in dust.
At the corner of the street, several local vendors saw that no one wanted Zhuang Zhou's muntjac, so they had the courage to push the muntjac aside, and wanted to rush home and divide a few people.
The eight guards who protected Song Gongzi followed Zhuang Zhou all the way to the door of the inn and stayed there.
They cried and mourned one by one, not only because they were cleaned up by Zhuang Zhou's little kid, and they had no face.
The main reason is that the son was held hostage, and they couldn't give an account to the master.
"Muntjac muntjac" Suddenly, one of the guards remembered, the muntjac This guard was the one who had led the muntjac earlier.
As he spoke, he went out and looked for the muntjac.
"Stop, you stand for me" In the distance, he saw several people chasing the muntjac.
Fortunately, it came in time, otherwise the muntjac would have been driven away by the small traders who love to take advantage of it.
When the small traders saw that the person who came was the guard of Master Song's house, they didn't even dare to argue, so they handed over the muntjac.
"It's all because of you, it's all because of you" The guard took the muntjac by the hand, thinking that the root of everything was from this muntjac, and hated it, and slapped the muntjac in the back a few times as he spoke.
The muntjac groaned and collapsed to the ground.
"You're still holding on and not leaving, you scourge" When the guard saw that the muntjac was paralyzed, he was so angry that he almost cried.
Master Song and his entourage all went to the bottom of the inn and looked towards the second floor of the inn.
On the second floor, there was no figure, and there was no sound.
"Is my son on it?"
asked Master Song with a crying voice.
"I saw it with my own eyes, uncle," Hui Shi said flatteringly.
"I saw a little head shaking in front of the window," said one of the guards.
"The archer prepares, and when you see that little head, you will shoot him with an arrow," Master Song ordered.
"No, master" The guard hurriedly stopped: "If you release the arrow, he will really kill the child."
"What to do then" "Negotiation" "Negotiation" "Shouting at him below and agreeing to all his conditions" "Promise him all the conditions," Master Song asked puzzled.
"Master," the guard put his mouth to Master Song's ear, and said his plan like this.
"Hmph, just do as you say," Master Song nodded with satisfaction.
I thought: You kid, you dare to hold my son hostage, I have a son at the age of forty, just such a son, Dumiao.
You hold him hostage, you want my life, I can spare you Zhuang Zhouxian himself was surrounded by the army, and he couldn't escape.
But fortunately, before he died, there was a cushion on his back to think of this, and his heart was a little more comfortable.
But when he thought of death, he was reluctant, after all, he was only ten years old, and he didn't want to die.
Thinking of death, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help himself and cried quietly.
"Mother I'm sorry, mother woo woo" Zhuang Zhou sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking about the mother in his memory and the masked woman.
He decided that the masked woman was his own mother.
"Mother I'm sorry, mother woo woo" He thought: If he can see his mother again and ask her if she is his own mother, even if she dies, he will have no regrets.
And he really wanted to ask his mother if his father was really dead And he misses his master, and he misses his little sister.
And he misses Sister Qing'er, and he misses Yang Zhu There are too many people he misses in his heart, and he really doesn't want to die for a while, really When a person is faced with death, he knows the preciousness of life, and he knows regret Zhuang Zhou was the same, he began to regret and began to reflect on life.
He regretted that he shouldn't have been so impulsive, that he shouldn't have taken hostages, that he shouldn't have this, that he shouldn't, that he shouldn't But it's too late to regret it "Nima is all you, you are a scourge Nima, Lao Tzu killed you, woo woo" Zhuang Zhou couldn't suppress his emotions, jumped up from the ground, held the sword, and came to Song Gongzi.
The sword was raised, and it slashed down with great speed "Don't Woo Woo" Song Gongzi had just woken up, and when he saw that the sword had been cut down again, he instinctively shouted.
But before he could cry, his neck was crooked, and he fainted.
"You pus, you and I, Zhuang Zhou look down on you, you are still human, you are still angry, you are usually angry, you are angry, you sigh" Zhuang Zhou sighed, and the sword finally did not slash at Song Gongzi's neck.
For Song Gongzi's pustule, he didn't bother to kill him.
He looked down on him "The people upstairs listened to what our master said, as long as you let go of my son-in-law, my lord will not hold my father accountable regardless of the previous suspicions, my son-in-law is a rebel and causes trouble everywhere, you teach me well, my lord not only doesn't care, but also thanks you, my lord said" The guard downstairs was shouting towards the second floor where Zhuang Zhou was hiding, while observing the arrangement of his soldiers.
Just as he was shouting, the archers also moved and hid in various positions.
As soon as Zhuang Zhou poked his head out, they would take a hundred steps through Yang and shoot him to death.
"Zhuang Zhou upstairs, listening to my lord, admire you, and hear your name for a long time" One of his subordinates came over and whispered: "He is the son of Zhuang Buming and Dai Liu'er." ” "Zhuang Buming, Dai Liu'er, they are not the Mo family's double swords and double swords, I think they and their husband and wife were double swords back then, and it is a pity that they are all dead in the world."
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"Zhuang Zhou upstairs, listen to my lord, admire you, you are Zhuang Buming, Dai Liu'er's son, Zhuang Zhou, is my lord and your father and mother are senior brothers, both are disciples of Fowl Slippery, Zhuang Zhou, have you heard?"
"Why is their master and my father and mother brothers?"
Zhuang Zhou came to the window with a sword in his hand.
But just in case, he didn't dare to stand in front of the window, but hid to the side and looked outside.
Inadvertently, he saw an archer hiding in a corner.
The archer was stretching out his bow and firing an arrow "Nima Di, You Liar" Zhuang Zhou was furious "Okay, you want to shoot labor and management, is it good that labor and management make you" Zhuang Zhou turned around and came back, ignoring the smell on Song Gongzi's body, and dragged him over.
"I'll let you I'll let you" When he came to the window, Zhuang Zhou didn't know where he got the strength, so he picked up Song Gongzi, who was paralyzed there, and exposed his head out of the window.
"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh" Three arrows flew in quick succession "Ouch" Immediately there was a wail from Song Gongzi "It's Childe" "Childe" There was a panic downstairs.
Then came the cry of an old man: "Don't let go of the arrow, don't let it be my son":