Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 320 The defeated dignity
Seeing this, Wei Yan looked back at Song Yuan several times. Seeing that Song Yuan didn't say anything, he could only keep going. The group of people had no intention of changing their direction of travel, and they followed closely no matter where they went.Even so, the tight strings in their hearts did not dare to relax in the slightest.

After following for most of the day, they didn't make any moves, and now even Song Yuan was muttering in his heart.

She simply reined in her horse and stopped. Wei Yan and others immediately came over to prevent any unexpected events. The group of people also stopped, but showed no intention of taking action. They circled around them leisurely twice before riding away. , and did not forget to shout proudly.

The goal of scaring them was achieved, and this group of people looked complacent, clearly provoking.

Wei Yan looked displeased, but he let go of his concern. The other party was not the Xiongnu, probably just someone Song Ling sent to tease them. This is really something Song Ling could do.

It was a false alarm, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"He didn't catch it." Song Yuan was a little disappointed: "It seems that he is not courageous enough."

Wei Yan was inevitably frightened: "Your Highness, it's better to be careful. The defense area where Master Ba is stationed is not small. It's a long way to the West Sea. We have to deal with him for a long time."

"He disgusts me so much, is he implying that I should take the initiative to visit him?" Song Yuan made a guess and continued on her way. She didn't have time to argue with Song Lingxu.

After walking in the wilderness for four or five days, there would always be a group of people following them during the day, not too far away, and every time they left, they would shout arrogantly and triumphantly for a while, which was very annoying. Wei Yan and the others remained the same. Remain vigilant, no matter how provocative this group of people are, they are indifferent.

On the seventh day, they finally found a deserted village in the wilderness. The dry food and water they brought had run out. Even though the village in front of them was deserted, Wei Yan decided to go in and have a look.

They stopped at the entrance of the village, leaving a guard to follow Song Yuan and An Zhou. Wei Yan took another guard and went into the village separately to search. An Zhou got off the horse and ran not far away.

"Mr. An, where are you going?" the guard shouted.

An Zhou stomped his feet anxiously: "People have three urgencies, young man, come and help me."

He couldn't untie his pants by himself, so the guard had to rush over to help. Song Yuan waited on the spot, and before she could take a closer look at her surroundings, she heard movement. He was knocked unconscious to the ground, and a dagger was stabbed in the socket of his shoulder.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, help!"

An Zhoushi was asking for help, Song Yuan immediately jumped onto the low wall, only to see a few people hold An Zhoushi on a horse, they deliberately paused and looked in Song Yuan's direction to confirm that she saw it before driving away.

Want to lure her over?

Song Yuan's brows darkened, she couldn't guess the other party's intention for a while, she jumped down and checked the guard first, and after confirming that his life was not in danger, she flew on the horse and chased after him.

"Your Highness." Another guard rushed out of the village upon hearing the noise.

"Save people first." Song Yuan's voice fell scattered along the wind.

The group of people who held An Zhou hostage did not run very fast. They deliberately slowed down and waited for Song Yuan to catch up. Song Yuan did not have the patience to play with them in this game of attracting rabbits. He took out his crossbow and pointed it decisively at the people who held An Zhou hostage. Although the crossbow arrow was small, it was still powerful. Under the strong momentum, it easily shot through the man's neck at a very close distance.

He froze, fell off the horse, and left An Zhoushi alone on the bumpy and galloping horse. When the others saw this, their expressions changed suddenly. Song Yuan's assassination was completely beyond their expectations.

They ran decisively in different directions. Song Yuan did not chase them, but went straight to An Zhoushi. An Zhoushi's body and bones were not good at all. If he fell off the horse, his life would be hard to save.

His life is very valuable to Song Yuan.

She quickly caught up with the horse, stretched out her hand to grab the reins, and forced the horse to stop. However, before the horse could stop, An Zhoushi, who was lying on top of it, struggled to fall off. He knelt on the ground and vomited in one gulp, and even more clothes were worn under his clothes. It was so filthy that he crawled a little further away in embarrassment, vomiting as he crawled, and finally fell to the ground not far away.

"Mr. An." Song Yuan got off the horse hurriedly, she smelled urine and a stench.

An Zhoushi yelled: "Don't come, don't come." He buried his face in the yellow weeds of the wasteland, his tone changed from panic to pleading: "Stay away, stay away."

Song Yuan hurriedly took two steps back, and An Zhoushi moved further away. His two bare arms supported his body and crawled forward for a distance. He seemed to want to shake the filth on his body as far away as possible. To show that the incontinent person is not yourself.

However, even though the clothes were dirty, those marks still couldn't be removed, and his emotions couldn't be stretched any longer.

"Your Highness." His voice trembled, and his tone became desperate: "I shouldn't be like this, I like to be clean." He lay down in the wasteland, tried to raise his bare arms, and his emotions became more and more broken: "I I can undo this dirty laundry myself when I have hands."

Suddenly, when he broke down emotionally, an incontinence brought out the pain that he had deliberately forgotten. He felt that his dignity was also gone with this incontinence, which made him totally unacceptable.

This is spiritual delay, and to him, it is more despairing than death.

From the day his hands and feet were cut off, he knew that he had lost a person's dignity. He didn't have the most basic dignity in this era. People here can use a trumped-up charge to turn him into a useless person. Don't give him any chance to argue at all.

He wanted to leave here. At this moment, his desire to go back reached its peak. If he went back, he would still be the professor with all his hands and feet. He had a respectable social status and the most basic human rights.

Song Yuan didn't say a word, she hung the bow and crossbow on the horse's back, walked up to An Zhou and dragged him up, dragged him forward and stumbled for a while, pushing him into a shallow puddle.

This is a puddle that is about to dry up. The muddy water that barely reaches ankles is more powerful than anything at this moment. The collapsed An Zhou was stunned for a moment, then immediately knelt down and wrapped himself in slime.

At this moment, even the smelly mud is a good thing to save the dignified soul for him.

"Drive!" Wei Yan and another guard rushed over, and they were relieved to see that Song Yuan was fine.

"Your Highness." Wei Yan hurriedly dismounted and came over.

Song Yuan took off his gown and coat and handed them to him: "Mr. An's clothes are dirty, just throw them away, and put these on for him."

"Yes." Wei Yan came out when he was in a hurry to pull Anzhou. He was covered in foul-smelling mud, which had already covered up the smell.

(End of this chapter)