Xu Huai couldn't help but slap his forehead, thinking that if he had crashed and Wang Zhen's body was lying under the Yingzizui cliff today, wouldn't it look like he died of bandits in other people's eyes?

If the written memory that popped up in his mind was history's record of today's events, wouldn't that be a problem?

Xu Huai was shocked and regretful, thinking that others said he was a fool, but it was true. Why did he follow the devil and get involved in such nonsense?

What should I do now? Tell the three guys behind me, "What are you doing? I'm just passing by to say hello and I won't stop you from assassinating Wang Zhen?"

At this time, Xu Huai regretted not covering his face with clothes, and he didn't know whether the three assassins could see his face clearly if they were one or two hundred steps away.

If the assassin could see his face clearly, after killing Wang Zhen and his entourage, would he come to kill him and silence him?

Xu Huai thought several times in his mind and hesitated to escape from the back cliff, but there was an inexplicable faint emotion in his heart that prevented him from doing so.

After a while, Xu Huaicai shouted down the cliff:

"Old Xianggong Wang, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. My eldest brother admires Old Xianggong Wang as a person. When he learned that you were demoted to Tangzhou, he was worried that the roads in Tongbai Mountain were not very big.

Ping, there may be three or five blind little thieves who are harmful to Mr. Wang. I have been specially ordered to wait here. Mr. Wang, you can go ahead. I will take care of these three little thieves.

The answer is, I hope they don't have the guts to break into this hawk's mouth!"

Yingzizui cliffs were towering, and Xu Huai saw many miscellaneous trees on the left and right, thinking that as long as he was careful, he wouldn't be afraid of the bows and arrows in the hands of assassins.

In addition, the walls of Yingzizui are steep. Xu Huai believed that the three assassins might not dare to attack by force. By then, even the Seventeenth Uncle, Xu Xin'an would not come to find him.

He could also hold on until dark and then find a way to escape.

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Friend rather than enemy?

The scholar in blue shirt stared at the head of the cliff, also surprised and confused.

"I don't know what's going on up front, but there is no doubt that the assassins sent by Cai Qing behind are..." The coachman narrowed his eyes, looked at Xu Huai, and followed the green-shirted scribe

Said in a deep voice.

Given the current situation, they could only move forward.

The driver did not ask who the young man or the "big brother" behind him was, so as not to be overheard by the assassin behind him.

When he saw the green-shirted scribe nodded slightly, he cupped his hands toward the cliff and said, "Thank you so much for your help, righteous man. If I have an errand in the future, Lu Xiong will not hesitate even if I die!" After that, he rode the horse.

The whip was thrown out and hit the horse's fat buttocks with a "snap" sound, and the carriage started to drag slowly.

After passing Yingzizui, it is a downhill road, and there are not many pedestrians at this time.

The trees on both sides are sparse and the slope is gentle, there is no cover, and it doesn't look like there is any ambush.

From the end of the field of view, you can see the rows of buildings in Huaiyuan Town.

The coachman drove faster and faster towards Huaiyuan Town.

Encountering such an accident on the way, the girl hiding in the carriage huddled in the nurse's arms, almost suffocating in panic, but listening to the movement outside the carriage, at this time

I couldn't help but lift the curtains of the car and looked towards the head of the cliff, only to see the young man squatting half-crouched among the trees at the head of the cliff, his tattered clothes swaying in the wind...
Chapter completed!