Chapter 920: From now on, you and I will live and die together

After spending some time in Luoyang, Nan Baoyi could barely speak a few local dialects.
She used a dialect with the kitchen clerk, and she managed to get a plate of snacks.
Wandering around the stockade with a snack, she saw the surviving soldiers holding swords, sitting in twos and threes under the shade of the trees, hanging their heads and wondering what they were thinking.
The group of noble ladies who went up the mountain pulled their husbands together, some eagerly persuaded them, some grabbed the men’s ears and cursed, forcing them to confess their sins with their confidants.
She looked at it for a moment, feeling a little complicated.
After turning around a few verandas and asking a few more soldiers, he finally found Shen Yichao's wing.
Dead men guarded the door of the wing.
She stared for a moment, and made sure that Shen Yichao was not in the house, so she pretended to be the maid serving the meal and walked to the door of the wing with the dim sum.
She smiled and said to the dead man: "I'm sending food to the nobleman, please open the door."
The dead man saw that she was petite and weak and not threatening, and Xiao Lang did not prevent the beauty in the house from eating, so he opened the door and let her in.
Nan Baoyi stepped into the threshold and saw Han Yanliang sitting on the couch, watching the rolling mountains outside the window.
She whispered: "Boss Han!"
Han Yanliang looked at her, surprised: "Why are you here?"
She glanced at the door worriedly and frowned when she saw that the dead man hadn't paid attention to the house, "It's too silly, do you know what this place is? So is the master, how dare you let you into the mountain with confidence?"
Nan Baoyi was not shy.
She lay down on the bed and felt Han's smoky wound heartily: "Boss Han, do you feel it hurts? How can Shen Yichao feel so cruel... By the way, where did he go?"
"Bring tea next door." Han Yanliang held her forehead and shredded hair, "You find a chance to sneak down the mountain, don't worry about me. I am from Tianshu, and I am prepared to sacrifice for the overall situation."
Nan Baoyi pursed her small mouth.
The beauty in front of her was pale with firm eyes.
Her mother abandoned her for a man and betrayed the mission she was born with.
But she was tough in nature, and she had to be loyal to her king to death.
She is Tianshu's well-deserved leader.
Nan Baoyi thought for a while and calmed down: "The mission is important, but we can't make unnecessary sacrifices for the mission... Boss Han is at his young age, and he has a beautiful future in the future. It is really wrong to die here..."
Cold smoke stared at her.
The princess of their family was young, but her words were circumscribed and frustrated, as if she were old school.
She snorted and laughed.
Nan Baoyi tilted her head, Dan Feng's eyes were bright: "What are you laughing at?"
Han Yanliang squeezed her face: "Laugh our princess is cute."
Somehow, as long as she is with Nan Jiaojiao, as long as she sees this girl smiling, she is also very happy, as if as long as she is by her side, there will be unlimited hope in the future.
She decided to escape from Laojun Mountain with Nan Baoyi, so she said: "Shen Yichao said that he will take me out of Luoyang in the next few days. I guess he might have a way to leave Laojun Mountain quietly. Nan Jiaojiao, you and I will Acting by chance, that may be our only chance to get out."
Nan Baoyi nodded.
After the communication, she picked up the tray and walked outside the house.
As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he ran into Shen Yichao returning to the wing in horror.
The aristocratic Langjun who used to win the snow in white clothes is now completely stained with dirt, and his dark long hair hangs loosely on the right side, with only a black hairband tied at random.
The eyebrows are still beautiful, but a little bit more shady and cold.
Nan Baoyi's heart beating like a drum, hurriedly bowed her head and bowed respectfully.
Shen Yichao looked down at her.
His eyes were so sharp, just when Nan Baoyi's calf was about to collapse and reveal his stuffing, a cold voice came from the room: "Where is the tea Xiao Langjun made? I'm a little thirsty."
Shen Yichao's brows were soft.
He ignored the black-faced little maid and walked past her.
Nan Baoyi stroked her chest and ran away quickly.
After two days and one night without closing his eyes, Nan Baoyi ate some spring cakes and buttermilk indiscriminately, and picked a remote corner of a big tree to supplement his energy with sleep.
When I woke up, it was dusk.
The sweet fragrance came from around.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and heard a long sigh.
She looked at Xiaochun, sitting with her knees deep, her pomegranate red skirt being blown by the wind in the setting sun, with bright water ripples.
Xiaochun squeezed a leaf deeply and said softly, "What I love is nothing but a bubble that I imagined when I was young. After 20 years, I have been obsessed."
Nan Baoyi didn't know what happened between her and Yin Si.
But looking at her expression, it was not pleasant to get along between her and the Yin Sinian couple.
Do you regret the decision you made in the past?
I regret it.
Nan Baoyi's test: "Boss Han's business..."
Xiaochun solemnly said: "Yin Sinian still loves my skin. Tonight, I will find an excuse to let him summon Shen Yichao. After the tiger leaves the mountain, whether he can take Xiaoxiao down the mountain is up to Nan Situ."
Nan Baoyi nodded, and said: "Then you...are you going to meet Boss Yijianhan?"
It is the biological mother after all.
After tonight, maybe the mother and daughter are close at hand.
Xiaochun bowed her head deeply.
Long eyelashes cast shadows on her face, and her smile became more bitter.
She said: "I want to see her, but now, do I have the face to meet her? Rather than let her know my filth and downfall over the years, and make her feel ashamed and miserable for my mother, it is better to work cleanly. In her memory. This is the last thing I can do for Xiaoxiao, and I hope Nan Situ accomplishes it!"
The woman stood up and saluted solemnly.
Nan Baoyi hurriedly helped her: "In the past, I only felt that Auntie was confused, but today, Auntie also told me to look at her in a different way.
The night is like splashing ink, quietly sweeping the entire mountain range.
Nan Baoyi stared at the orange lanterns in the stockade, and secretly only a few hours left before the time agreed upon between her and her second brother.
Suddenly a shout came from a distance:
"It's on fire, the stockade is on fire, come and put out the fire!"
The shouts gradually became continuous.
Nan Baoyi looked into the distance, but seeing the flames rising into the sky, it was particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
Countless soldiers rushed to the fire with buckets in their hands.
Nan Baoyi's eyes moved slightly.
Boss Han once said that Shen Yichao would leave Laojun Mountain in these two days. Could it be that he ordered the fire to be set off in order to divert the idea of ​​Yin Sinian and the imperial army, so that the boss would go down the mountain secretly in the chaos?
It should be so.
Fortunately, she went up the mountain ahead of time and made enough preparations.
She ambushed near the wing, waiting for Shen Yichao to be summoned by Yin Sinian.
In the wing, a light was faint.
Shen Yichao packed up his baggage and sat down on the couch.
He stroked Hanyan's cool and clean cheeks: "When the fire spreads to the mountains and there is more chaos in the stockade, I will take you away. Yanyan, from now on, the world will live and die together, and we will live and die together.