The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

 When the King of England woke up, it was difficult for Yan Yu to sit on someone else's stretcher.

She moved to the side and jumped down, not forgetting to take down her sword and bow.

 Smiling happily at the King of England.

Yan Yu is really happy that the King of England is not dead.

 She quite likes Guanzhou, likes the people here, and is used to living in the north.

 In the eyes of the King of England, the child looked a little silly when he smiled.

 Grinning his mouth, his eyes were all smiles, and he looked heartless.

　　Normally very clever, at this time he did not show off his merits or complain, as if he finally felt relieved when he woke up, and quickly ran ahead to explore the way.

The King of England could hardly breathe, and it took him a long time to recover.

With so many people under his command, he can't explore the road without her, right?

 Looking around again, the King of England was silent.

 Have a very intuitive understanding of one's own situation.

 The King of England forced himself to sit up.

 Beginning to ask his bodyguard what happened while he was unconscious.

The guards are so loyal that they dare not hide anything.

 The men in Guanzhou are so down-to-earth. Not only did they plead guilty, but they also brought Yan Xiaoer to a whole new level.

 They describe the facts.

 The King of England listened and summarized.

Unflappable.

Stand up to protect each other.

 Kill the enemy after the break.

 In the almost desperate situation, Xiao Er was the only one who firmly believed that he was still alive. He braved the risk of another landslide and desperately dug the hole and dragged him out.

The King of England thought of the waiter’s wrapped hands.

 My heart is agitated and moved.

My vision was blurry for a while, I felt nausea in my chest, and I couldn't stop retching.

 It was easy to catch my breath again.

The King of England gasped lightly and asked, "How is Mr. Yan?"

The guard glanced aside and replied honestly: "Mr. Yan fainted again."

The King of England looked over and saw Yan Huaiwen lying there pale and feeble, with bloodless lips and tight eyebrows, as if he was still enduring the pain in a coma.

 “Let sir come closer.” The King of England spoke slowly.

Yan Huaiwen's stretcher was carried over.

 Three irons kept their heads down and followed suit.

 The King of England saw him and thought about it carefully.

He felt uncomfortable, but he still praised him firmly: "You are a good person. Take good care of your husband."

 “Yes.” The Three Iron Company did not dare to raise its head.

 He was afraid of exposing the shock that had not dissipated on his face.

When the waiter yelled out in surprise, "My lord, are you awake?" Yan Huaiwen, who was sitting upright, suddenly lay down with very slow movements, lying on his side, stretched out his clothes, and carefully wrapped his head. Place gently on the stretcher and close your eyes.

 Pretend...pretend to be dizzy!

 Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the King of England, and he was the only one who saw this scene.

 But... why are you pretending to be faint?

As soon as he saw the waiter coming back, Santie went up to meet him and told him about the matter.

Yan Yu rolled her eyes and patted Brother Santie's hand comfortingly.

　　His!

 Forgot about my hands, it hurt so much to slap myself.

She crossed the triathlon and trotted closer, and her face instantly turned into a worried one.

I ran to my uncle and stared at him for a while.

 Then he reluctantly moved his eyes away.

She made a serious report to the King of England, who had been looking at her on the other side: "Your Majesty, the people to help us have arrived. Listen to Jiuxiao's cry!"

 As if echoing her.

 The clear cry of the eagle came.

Her dirty and fleshy little face looked a bit scared: "Jiuxiao is only familiar with the uncles in our village. I was with them before, so... I can only send letters to them. What, my lord, the uncles are very powerful." Well, Beirong can kill them all, let alone those people at the foot of the mountain."

As if he just realized that he had made a mistake, the child suddenly stopped talking, a look of annoyance flashed across his face, and then he said seriously: "Your Majesty, let's go down the mountain quickly and meet them!"

The King of England said to himself that I am not an old fool. The uncle you mentioned could arrive so quickly. He would not believe it if he said that he was not a militia.

Did he forget what good deeds these people and the border troops had done?

 Did you let it slip? You, a naughty kid, were still with them before? !

 He glanced at Yan Huaiwen on the stretcher next to him. Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, did you know that your child is so bold?

But the waiter tried to hide it, so he just pretended to be stupid.

"good."

Yan Yu did not hand over command just because the King of England woke up.

 She did whatever she was supposed to do, and she was still able to command her personal guards neatly.

 The King of England is not in very good condition. He is feeling dizzy and vomiting for a while.

 Jiuxiao flies back and forth in the sky.

 The two parties who want to meet can judge each other's position through it.

 Both sides are eager to meet.

 A straight line to walk.

 In terms of footwork, Yan Yu's movement is slightly slower because he has to take care of the wounded.

 Hence, the first people who collided with the bandits at the foot of the mountain were the troops on the border.

 That’s right, it’s the tiger-dominated border army.

 It can only be said that a person riding a horse must run faster than a person riding a donkey.

Except for the Yan family’s donkey.

What kind of people do bandits look like to the border troops?

people? That can't be done.

 Must be scum!

 Coal has cinders, and people have scum. In the eyes of soldiers, thieves and bandits are scum.

The troops on the border didn't think much about it. Because the news passed down by word of mouth was wrong, they simply concluded that the people surrounding the mountain were a group of strong men.

 As for why we surrounded Xiaoer and Yan Daxiucai.

Why are they thinking about such a brain-consuming thing?

 What's the difference between them understanding it and not understanding it?

If they had this brain, they would have been promoted long ago, and would they still be a top soldier now? !

  See it.

 It is indeed sneaky.

 The knife in your hand is faster than your brain.

 “Kill!”



The troops on the border rushed forward like wolves and tigers.

Wait for a fight.

Huh?

 It feels a little wrong in the hand?

Are these bandits a bit powerful?

 No wonder he can block the waiter on the mountain.

　　　“What a shame, you’ve used all your strength to deal with the baby, right?”

　　“A bunch of bears, they’ll kill your grandpa!”

 “You are a fool! He will attack children. If you have the ability, kill the barbarians!”

 “I don’t like you like this, I’ll chop you **** to death!”

The troops on the frontier slashed fiercely while speaking and firing.

The Xizhou Army, who was hiding his identity, felt extremely aggrieved: You all have such a long mouth, right? !

 …

 The rain gradually subsided, and the sound of eagles pierced the night sky.

Ding Jiao looked towards the source of the sound.

“My lord, the dead brother’s body has traces of being scratched by birds.”

Ding Jiao narrowed his eyes, and a bright light flashed across his eyes.

 He didn't believe it was a coincidence.

It is not impossible that the King of England keeps an eagle by his side. They took action in a hurry and did not collect comprehensive information.

“How about the group that led the Guanzhou Army?”

"According to your order, they entered the mountain and walked in the opposite direction to the King of England. We also sent two groups of people to pretend to chase them. The Guanzhou Army was indeed fooled and chased them all the way. Our people did not dare to stop. The last call Here’s the news, the location is near the top of the mountain.”

Ding Jiao’s lips curved into a sarcastic smile: “A bunch of idiots.”

“Let the people at the bottom of the mountain make a way to send a message to the fake King of England, go down the mountain, and pick a mountain drill. I want to know when that loser named Wei will know that he is chasing the wrong person.”

 “Yes, my lord.”

“Over there.” Ding Jiao pointed in the direction of the eagle, “Let’s go and have a look.”

 I got up a little late in the middle of the night, and I have been busy with work until now~

　　嘤嘤, I plan to eat quickly at noon and use the lunch break to finish the second update. If I can’t finish writing at noon, uh, then I will take time to fish in the afternoon~

So what, I want a lot of monthly passes this month, do you know? (Give your fingers a wink~o(*////▽////*)q)