While resting, a bamboo strip was stuffed into the crack in the door in Cao Ang’s room.

I picked it up and saw two lines of unique style words written on the half-foot-long bamboo strips. I asked him to help him pour wine to Dong Cheng during dinner.

There is not much content on the bamboo strips, and you can scan it at a glance.

However, after Cao Ang finished reading it, his right hand was tightly holding the bamboo strips, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

This is Xiahou An's handwriting!

He is still alive!

Along the way, Cao Ang was full of Xiahou An. Since the farewell that night, he has never seen Xiahou An again, and he has not even heard of him.

What will happen if you are alone as bait to lead the rebels?

Cao Ang knew better than anyone else, so he felt particularly guilty and didn't know how to face his father in the future.

That night, I must have gone there!

He often thought that if I were going, with the spear in his hand, there would be at least a glimmer of hope.

Xiahou An, too weak!

In the midst of annoyance and regret, Cao Ang suffered a lot.

Now, in Hangu Pass, he received a bamboo stick written by Xiahou An. Why didn’t he be overjoyed?

Without thinking too much, Cao Ang hurriedly opened the door, but there was no one in the straight corridor in front of the door.

He was stunned for a moment, then ran outside quickly and looked around, but there was still no suspicious person.

Seeing this, the soldiers on guard asked Cao Ang if they needed help.

After experiencing so many things, Cao Ang was not the first fool. He hooked his wrist and hid the bamboo strips in his palm. He shook his head without any trace and said: It's okay.

Then, he returned to the room, paced back and forth with his arms in his arms, his handsome sword eyebrows slightly closed, and he sorted out his thoughts in his mind.

Why did Boyang refuse to show up? Is it because he was covering up his eyes or was he afraid of alarming the enemy?

Where is he now?

What is the purpose of getting Dong Cheng drunk?

However, after thinking for a while, not only did I not understand my thoughts, but the more I thought about it, the more complicated it became, causing a headache.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore!

I sat down and decided to do what I wanted.

Because Xiahou An is worthy of all his trust.

Dong Cheng was in a good mood that night banquet that day.

One is because he is about to become the uncle of the country; the other is that his future son-in-law, the emperor and those close servants who are domineering in daily life must act according to their expressions; the third is that the Cao family boy who contradicted him during the day was enlightened, realized his mistakes, and took the initiative to toast and apologize, which made him feel very happy, and the wine was also eaten one cup after another.

When the banquet ended, everyone went back to their homes and looked for their mothers.

Dong Cheng drank a little more, and only brought two personal soldiers, and walked towards the resting place with a drunken look.

This is Hangu Pass, who can do what he can do?

Not far away, three people walked towards us.

In the dark environment, I couldn't see the appearance of the three of them clearly. Dong Cheng was drunk and was in a daze. He had no intention of caring about who came, and just staggered forward.

When he passed by, Dong Cheng seemed to hear a sound behind him. He was about to look back and take a look, but the personal soldiers behind him helped Dong Cheng and whispered: "General, you are drunk, let's help you back."

Hiccup~she~

Dong Cheng burped, his red face blinked a few times, and he forgot what he wanted to do just now. With the help of his personal soldiers, he continued to move forward.

After walking for a while.

Dong Cheng was a little impatient, pulled his arm out of the support of his personal soldiers beside him, pulled it out, shook his sleeves, and his steps were very swaying, and he shouted in an unhappy tone: "I've been walking for so long, why haven't I arrived yet?"

In his consciousness, his residence was not far from here, and even if he was drunk, he should have arrived long ago.

The personal soldiers behind him still lowered their voices: "General, it's almost done."

"It's almost?"

Dong Cheng opened his sleepy eyes and glanced around, but he saw that there was no cold and deserted around him. He raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "You really think I am drunk? This is not the way back! Tell me quickly, where do you want to take me to?"

The personal soldier did not answer, and he answered another voice: "General Dong, we want to send you home?"

Dong Cheng pricked his ears, feeling that the sound was familiar.

Looking back, a handsome face reflected under the faint light of fire.

Not only does the sound sound familiar, but it turns out that people also look familiar.

"It's you, Xiahou An."

Dong Chenghun smiled unconsciously.

Then he reached out and wanted to pat this little brother who was servile on weekdays.

However, a gust of evening breeze blew, making Dong Cheng shudder. His hands froze in the air, and his heart suddenly shuddered: Xiahou An!

He hurriedly looked back.

Xu Rong on the left and Xu Chu on the right.

Where is my personal soldiers!

Dong Cheng was shocked and he was completely disgusted with alcohol.

At this time, Xiahou An imprisoned him to this ghostly place where there was no people. How could there be a good thing?

Dong Cheng wanted to shout, but Xu Rong next to him was ready to knead a stinky towel and stuffed it into Dong Cheng's mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Dong Cheng let out a painful sob.

Xiahou Anze ignored it and continued to move forward. Xu Chu and Xu Rong both forced Dong Cheng to walk forward for a while. After confirming that there would be no more people, they stopped.

Then, Xiahou An sat on the stone pier, curled up his left leg and stepped on the stone. His right leg naturally stretched out, held the torch with his right hand, and put his left hand on his leg, and his body leaned towards the front.

Xu Chu and Xu Rong bet the man.

Xiahou An handed the torch to Dong Cheng's face.

Under the red flames, the general guarding Hangu Pass looked embarrassed, shook his head constantly, and howled like a pig.

The tears at the corners of my eyes were also unable to stop flowing down. I don’t know if it was because of the smell of the towel, or because it was trembling due to fear, but I must be unable to hear what was shouting, as if I was shouting for help, or I was struggling to beg for mercy.

Brother Xun was right. I don’t understand the joys and sorrows between people. I just think they are noisy.

The same is true for Xiahou An.

He patted his face lightly, and after attracting Dong Cheng's attention, he slowly said: "I, Xiahou An, are mediocre. I have no ideals in this world. I simply want to live, so I spent my life in Chang'an City and escaped. As a result, I came to Hangu Pass and did not steal or rob, but I just wanted to rest here for a while. Do you think, am I wrong?"

"No, right? If you don't want to take me in, you can tell me to get out, and I won't blame you. And you, hahaha, you really taught me a lesson..."

"So, I have to thank you very much!"

Listening to Xiahou An's desolate monologue, Dong Cheng's eyes were filled with horror, as if he realized his fate, he struggled desperately, shaking his head even more violently, like waves.

However, everything was futile. Xu Chu and Xu Rong pressed him to the ground and could not break free.

After talking for a while, Xiahou An stood up and inserted the torch diagonally into the crack of the rock.

The sword around the waist slowly unsheathed.

Xu Chu and Xu Rong understood and pushed Dong Cheng down on the stone pier that Xiahou An had just sat on, revealing only one head.

Dong Cheng knew that the deadline was approaching and his tears were pouring in tears and his wailing even more.

However, no one will come to save him.

All of this is a choice of fate.

Xiahou An raised his sword above his head, looked at Dong Cheng who was still struggling, with no sympathy on his face, and said coldly: "Go to be your uncle on the road to the underworld, there is everything there."

A cold light flashed by.

A "chi" sound was like chopping melons and vegetables, splashing blood from half a stone.

The round head rolled around the ground several times.
Chapter completed!