Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 273 On the way back to Beijing ([-])

It is the time of Haishi, the moon is shining like practice, and the sky is like washing the ink.The night in the mountains is extremely quiet, except for the gusts of wind, the only thing that can be heard is the sound of the wheels of the car on the sand.The silver light of the moon sprinkled, casting sparse reflections of the bushes, and a dark arc flashed by, captured by the keen mountain eagle.

Shanying panicked in his heart, he knew very well that it was the arc light that the sharp weapon happened to reflect to the moonlight.He clenched his fists with both hands, exerted strength secretly, and his inner strength was mobilized, only to feel that the strange meridians all over his body became hot.

The sharp horse seemed to be aware of the abnormality in this small oasis, and its steps were slow for a while.

Inside the carriage, Qin Tinghan's long eyes were slightly closed, revealing a sharp sternness.They are in the open, and the enemy is in the dark. Before he can figure out their motives, he must not act rashly. From the outside world, he is a weak prince with no power, and at this moment, Shan Ying still has softness in his body. Even if he uses his internal strength, the toxin of Jinsan cannot be removed for a while.

Sure enough, after Shanying held his breath for a while, he returned to the weakness just now.He held the long sword on the handle, and still wanted to give it a try. He knew what his master was thinking. He didn't know how many enemies were in the dark at this moment, and what was their purpose? There will still be people, so the master can't let him do it rashly, he has to give it a go by himself.

The wheels of the car turned quickly, and it seemed that it was about to crush the small oasis.

Suddenly there was darkness in the sky above, and seven or eight figures jumped down from the sky one after another, drawing their knives everywhere.

The horse that was suddenly blocked roared and kicked up, almost overturning the carriage.

Shan Ying held his breath, tightly gripped the sword in his hand, and waited for the opportunity to strike.

The faint moonlight was so faint that it was impossible to see the facial features of the gangster in front of him clearly, but he could vaguely recognize that their clothes were quite different, they were the short clothes and Hu clothes of the Donglu people.

At this moment, the people in front started chatting in whispers, just like a mountain eagle guessing, they were using the Donglu dialect to communicate, and there was a series of incomprehensible babbles as soon as they uttered it.

After a while of discussion, one of the figures walked out and tried to communicate with them in suffocated Chinese: "Are you the prince sent by the Yuan Dynasty? Our hundred elite soldiers from Shijiang Road were driven away by your tricks. I Waiting is very unconvinced, and I want to take away the life of your lord today, so I can give our king an explanation."

With such a far-fetched excuse, Shan Ying, who usually only uses brute force and no brains, can't help snorting contemptuously. Donglu people are stubborn, and they will attack aggressively even if they are not convinced. Naturally, they will not play these games A dark trick, and among them, the one with the long sword betrayed their identities.

The Donglu people's weapons are as heroic as their people. Except for the big knife, it is a big axe. They will definitely not use this delicate long sword. It seems that these people want to push the crime to the Donglu people. The play is too fake.

Shan Ying held a long sword, turned over and jumped off the horse, the sarcasm in his mouth was obvious: "Our prince is sitting in the carriage, whether you can get close to him depends on your ability, and you are not tired of talking like this, Hehe, greet your mother for me!"

Sure enough, the cryptic and vulgar 'greeting' behind Shan Ying made the disguise of the people in front of them all broken. If the authentic Donglu people would not understand this kind of 'greeting', the people in front were eager to move, wishing to It is to dismantle the mountain eagle into eight pieces.

Holding long swords in their hands, they stabbed towards the carriage, the rest of them leaped and landed on Qin Tinghan's carriage, but unexpectedly the accompanying coachman was also very skilled, he took out his long sword, and followed He jumped onto the roof.

The gangsters on the top were repulsed, and the eight of them joined forces, changed their strategy, and soon surrounded Shan Ying and the driver.Under the moonlight, swords, lights, swords and shadows met, weapons collided and made pleasant sounds, and for a while, Shan Ying was short of energy and retreated after a while, clenching his teeth to prevent the last bottom line.

The gangster's morale increased greatly. After a strong attack, Shanying and the coachman were subdued to the ground. The knife holder, neck, and arms were bleeding slowly, and they didn't dare to move three points rashly.

The gangster approached the carriage at the back with a knife, getting closer and closer, but the people in the carriage remained unmoved, making people afraid to face each other with their knives. Seeing the curtain of the carriage being raised, a black shadow appeared in the night. Floating down, I saw a cold light dancing in front of my eyes, and the two villains in front were stabbed unexpectedly, and took a few steps back again and again.

He Shuling landed on the horse, nodded and glanced at the gangsters who were in disorder: "He Shuling is here, brothers from the Broken Dragon Gang, can you give me a face to let me pass?"

The two gangsters in front looked at each other and ignored each other, and then turned to He Shuling and drew their knives at each other. The two behind joined in, threatening with knives and knives. Hearing Shanying's warning, He Shuling's back was pierced with a long knife, and the sword was as bright as snow, still chasing him like a shadow.

Shanying roared angrily, and the strength in his body seemed to recover a little. He waited for the opportunity to get up on the spot, grabbed the long sword of the gangster who was looking at him, rushed into the enemy group, and merged with Na and Shuling. The more he moved, the more he bled. The more, the faster the toxins in the body are eliminated.

While wielding his sword and wielding his sword, he regained his former brute strength, and with two or three strokes, he defeated the gangsters one by one, and forced them to retreat to the back of the bushes.

Those gangsters didn't rush to fight to the death, they fled after hinting at each other and disappeared into the night.

He Shuling's carriage rushed up from behind, and a man with the appearance of an attendant jumped off the carriage and rushed towards He Shuling: "General, you are injured!" He helped He Shuling into the rear carriage .

Shanying didn't care about treating the wound, he strode towards Qin Tinghan's carriage, opened the curtain and entered: "Master, the criminals are cleared!"

In the carriage, Qin Tinghan was half-needed on the soft couch, and the plain white clothes glowed with a cold and chilling light in the dark night. His handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost at this moment. His gaze, which was originally as sharp as a sword, now It was as cold as ice, his long eyes were slightly closed, and there was an admirable majesty in the sky.

His deep eyes narrowed, and he looked at Shanying: "What do you think?"

The participation of Na and Shu Ling in this weird battle makes the purpose behind Na even more confusing. These villains seem to come from Ben Na and Shu Ling rather than themselves.

Shan Ying pursed his slightly dry lips, and took it easy, knowing that Qin Tinghan had already made up his mind. Although he didn't see the battle outside the carriage, he heard it. With his keenness, he must have sensed that the gangster was in the middle of the battle. There is a big difference in the strength of his shots before and after Shu Ling's appearance.

(End of this chapter)