My old husband who can read minds

Chapter 117
"You go, if you have the chance to go back, thank Miss Cui Wu and the old Duke on my behalf."

Suddenly, Jiang Chen, who had been silent until now, spoke hoarsely.

"Master Chen, no!" One of the secret guards said urgently: "My lady said that if you come forward at this time, you will definitely die. She asked you to keep the green hills, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood."

Jiang Chen shook his head and spoke feebly, "A dragnet has been set outside. Where else can we escape? We can't escape. Either way, we will die. It's better to go back and see my mother before we die."

"My lady said that you don't have to worry about your funeral. She will use the name of the old prince to bury your grandson. In the future, during festivals and Qingming festivals, she will also perform filial piety at your grave first. Please be sure to save your life. Go to the capital. As long as you meet the old prince, everything will change."

Another secret guard also gritted his teeth and persuaded him. If he gives up after reaching this stage, how can he be worthy of the brothers who died earlier.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen was stunned, and a hint of warmth appeared in his cold eyes.

He couldn't help but think of Miss Cui Wu, whom he had briefly met a few times in Prince Yong's Mansion. She was a very dignified and elegant woman with a plain face that was always unsmiling.

I never thought that this person whom I only met a few times would now be so greatly favored by him.

"Mr. Chen, when will your people come to meet you?"

The secret guard who spoke before couldn't help but ask, shivering from the cold.

Afraid of being discovered, they could not light a fire. In the cold weather, they could only drink cold water, eat raw food, and rely on the clothes pulled from the dead comrades to keep warm.

This was their last hope for survival. If no one came to help them, the people of Prince Yong's Mansion would only need to close the mountain for a few days without them coming to kill them, and they would starve and freeze to death.

Jiang Chen pushed the dirty hair from his forehead and looked at the little light coming from outside the cave, but he couldn't detect any warmth at all.

"I haven't seen anyone coming for a long time. I'm afraid they will be entangled by people from Prince Yong's Mansion on the way. Otherwise, there will definitely be more pursuers behind us than just the ones in front of us."

The two secret guards suddenly fell silent, and the hope in their eyes disappeared little by little.

The three of them spent another half day hiding in the dark and cold cave in deathly silence. They were so tired that they suddenly heard a loud sound of fighting outside, with a few unfamiliar tones mixed in during it. with roar.

It was still unknown whether the person coming was an enemy or a friend. Jiang Chen and the others did not even dare to express their anger. They stared at the entrance of the cave with six eyes, holding weapons tightly in their hands, ready for a fight to the death at any time.

After about half an hour, the fighting outside gradually came to an end. It seemed that one side had won a complete victory, because there was another tone of celebration that was very unfamiliar to them.

Jiang Chen heard it very clearly this time, and the color on his already pale face became increasingly pale.

"The people coming from outside are from Xirong. I'm afraid you and I will really have to die this time." Jiang Chen said in a low voice, apologetically, "I am the one who has caused trouble for you two this time. I will repay you for your great kindness in the next life."

The two secret guards were immediately frightened out of their wits. They actually encountered a Xirong person?
It would be fine if they were just soldiers from Prince Yong's Mansion, and they would probably die. But if they fell into the hands of the cruel Xirong people, what awaited them would be life worse than death.

"I can speak the Xirong language, and I will try to negotiate with those Xirong people later. If you two believe me, follow my orders."

Jiang Chen's eyes were dim and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two secret guards nodded solemnly, and now they could only take one step at a time.

As soon as he finished speaking, the weeds used to cover the entrance of the cave were roughly torn apart. Several soldiers in uniforms, who were as tall as small towers, held up several long guns in their hands and pointed them at Jiang Chen and the three of them. .

Jiang Chen knelt down on one knee, put his left fist on his forehead, and made a surrender gesture like a Xirong man.

He spoke in Xirong dialect: "The people who are chasing us outside are private soldiers of Prince Yong's Mansion. I am Prince Yong's personal aide and know many secrets of Prince Yong's Mansion. I want to see your leader."

After saying that, Jiang Chen casually took off his identity token for entering and exiting Prince Yong's Mansion and threw it to the Xirong soldier closest to him.

The Xirong soldier glanced at him in surprise, whispered a few words to the compatriots around him, then turned around and went out of the cave to report to the leader with the token.

Not long after, the soldier came back and pointed at Jiang Chen, "The leader wants to see you."

Jiang Chen secretly loosened his clenched fists, took off the only remaining jade pendant on his body and gave it to the soldier who sent the message, "Those two are my men, and they are all useful talents. Please don't embarrass them for the time being."

The soldier weighed the jade pendant in his hand, and opened his mouth with a disdainful smile, "I guess you Yong dogs are wise, go quickly, don't keep the leader waiting for a long time."

Jiang Chen nodded and bowed, and left with a flattering smile.

When the two secret guards saw this, they were furious and wanted to kill these Xirong barbarians.

But now the situation is stronger than the others. Mr. Chen is willing to lower his status and bow his head in order to save the lives of the three of them. How can they live up to each other's hard work?

Jiang Chen dealt with the leader outside for more than two quarters of an hour before the leader half-heartedly believed his words. After letting the three of them fill their stomachs in a hurry, he ordered people to throw Jiang Chen and others roughly onto the back of the horse and beat the horse. Return trip.

There were corpses and broken arms left on the ground, and the cold wind blew by, blowing up a nauseating and strong smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)