Back Off, Let Me Come

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

Just as Qin Li speculated, the young lady of the Zhao family was not only familiar with the art of war since she was a child, but also flexibly applied it in every aspect of life, such as running away from home. She knew that her father had an unclear relationship with He Yin, and had a close relationship with the two previous governors of He Yin. If she defected to He Yin, it would be tantamount to throwing herself into a trap, and she would be caught in a few days. Home.

So, she threw out fake news to confuse people's attention.

She deliberately mentioned He Yin to the manager of the carriage house to prevent the other party from being unimpressed. She also mentioned it two or three times to deepen the impression.

Under the protection of two rented short-distance guards, he left the Tianhai Administration Office overnight and settled their wages on the way to Shangnan. At first, the two refused to agree. According to the business rules, they had to escort the person safely to the destination before leaving.

If you get fired midway, you won't get the full payment.

The young lady of the Zhao family smiled and said: "I won't deduct your money. Not only will I not deduct it, but I will also give you an extra 20% commission. You can play around with the 20% commission for seven or eight days before returning to Tianhai. When you get back, tell me directly. Just escort me to my destination.”

When they heard about this good thing, they were shaken.

but--

Out of professionalism and conscience, they still hesitated to remind the young-faced young man: "It's chaotic outside, bandits are rampant, and young man may encounter gangsters when he goes on the road alone... It can be seen that young man is also a martial artist, after all, he has two fists." Hard to beat with four hands.”

The young lady of the Zhao family is currently dressing up as a young man. In order to highlight her masculine features, she deliberately darkens her face and neck, thickens her eyebrows, and outlines the edges of her eyebrows, minimizing her feminine features as much as possible. In addition, he is not too old and can still fool around.

"Well, you two can rest assured. The boy is planning to join the caravan and go on the road together. We will take care of each other, so there should be no problem."

Seeing that the young lady of the Zhao family had an idea, the short-distance escort couldn't persuade her any more, so she weighed the settlement commission and left with satisfaction.

After the two left, the young lady of the Zhao family did sit in the tea shop next to the official road for a long time, drinking tea to quench her thirst and observing the vendors coming and going. Although the world is chaotic, people still need to eat well. How can merchants make money to support their families if they don't go into business?

In order to ensure safety and reduce the risk of doing business, several merchants from the same town often travel together to share the cost of hiring guards.

The young lady of the Zhao family observed them not only to observe their trading destination, but also the size, strength and even the temperament of the merchant guards. After searching for a long time and refilling the tea three times, I finally found my target and stepped forward to recommend myself as a guard.

Not interested in money, just interested in companionship.

Several merchants sitting around hesitated when they saw that she was not tall and had a tender face. Who knows what she says is true or false? Do you really want to be a companion, or are you a spy sent by the bandits? So he made things difficult and declined politely: "If you can fight him twice, I will agree."

The young lady of the Zhao family raised her gun and said, "Easy to say!"

Although the merchant didn't know the trade, he had to praise her for her marksmanship and her beautiful figure. With almost a face-to-face glance, she sent the tip of the gun to the escort's door, and stopped it steadily less than a finger away. The guard was so shocked that his hair stood on end.

Seeing this, the merchant could no longer refuse.

He nodded and allowed her to join the convoy.

The young lady from the Zhao family was assigned to the end of the caravan. An old caravan worker accompanying him saw that she was short in stature and was carrying a long spear on her back. She was very cheerful. He felt soft-hearted for a moment and waved to her to sit on the cart so that she could take two less steps: "Come up, young man."

"Thank you!"

The young lady from the Zhao family was so happy that she jumped into the car.

Only then did I realize that someone was already sitting on the cart carrying goods. He was dressed as a scholar, with bright red clothes, long strands of blue hair, and a large, fresh red flower in his hair. He was sitting with his legs stretched out casually. , occupying most of the open space.

Look at its appearance again...

how to say?

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and lips, taken individually, they are all good-looking symbols, but when combined together on a face as fair as snow, there is something indescribably weird about them. The young man pursed his lips tightly, his eyebrows slightly gathered, and he was thinking about something with his head down in the most leisurely manner.

The young lady from the Zhao family subconsciously looked at the man's waist again, and sure enough she found a red heart monogram decorated there.

This young man is a literary scholar.

The monogram seal is also a peony pattern in full bloom. She knew that she was weighing a lot, and it would not be a problem to bully a few ordinary people when she went out. But when she encountered a literary scholar or a courageous warrior, she would avoid it if she could, hide if she could, and not offend if she could...

Her father can't suddenly alleviate her predicament.

The young lady from the Zhao family said nothing, curled up her hands and feet, and sat down in the only space, taking care to avoid the young man's feet.

Caravan trading is boring.

Occasionally someone would joke and joke, which would only lighten the atmosphere a little. Once they entered a sparsely populated road, the entire team had to be more vigilant to prevent bandits from suddenly jumping out to kill people and steal goods. The road was bumpy, and it was uncomfortable for the young lady of the Zhao family to maintain one posture for a long time.

Just as he was hesitating whether to talk to the young scribe and give her some space, the other party suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

Seeing this, the young lady of the Zhao family subconsciously grabbed the gun body and beat a drum in her heart - could there be something going on?

Who knows——

The young man just turned his head with a calm expression.

"Are you nervous?"

"A little."

Young scribe: "You're so nervous that you still run out to make a career in the world?"

The young lady from the Zhao family swallowed.

"Everyone has a first time! Is someone coming?"

The young scribe relaxed his back, leaned back, drooped his eyelids, and said nonchalantly: "Just a few little thieves."

The literary scholar had the confidence to say this.

But the young lady of the Zhao family is an ordinary person.

She was able to get up and jump off the cart, and ran towards the head of the caravan while shouting: "There are bandits ahead, everyone, please be alert!"

The advancing caravan suddenly stopped. Regardless of whether it was true or not, the leader shouted "Beware", and the guards drew their swords. Seeing that their deeds were exposed, heads emerged from their hiding places. Thirty people holding bloody swords stopped the caravan.

"Leave something behind and spare your life."

Merchants are not to be intimidated. How many men want to abandon something that is related to the life of a family just by shouting a few words?

dream!

But I don't expect these bandits to be of all types.

Robbery in the open, sneak attacks with cold arrows in the dark.

A rough estimate is that there are more than fifty people.

They saw a tough battle, but the bandits did not expect that there was a literary scholar in the caravan, and he was a very powerful literary scholar. All the arrows were secretly blocked by this humanistic wall. After a fight, they left behind a dozen corpses and fled in panic.

The leader of the merchant was filled with gratitude to the young man. The young man said nothing and just threw a piece of golden pancake into the other man's arms.

"then."

The merchant reached for the object without knowing why.

This object still carries body heat, and it looks familiar!

He raised his hand and touched his neck, but it was empty.

"Sir, this, this is..."

The young scribe said quietly: "Yours."

"Me, mine? It does look like mine..."

The merchant Zhanger and the monk were confused.

Before he started doing business, he accidentally got a gold ingot of excellent quality, so he hired a craftsman to beat the gold ingot into a small gold cake and hang it around his neck, hoping that he would have good fortune. When did it leave me and pass into the hands of young scribes? ? ?

He didn't dare to say, and he didn't dare to ask.

Some things are hard to be confused about, so why bother to get to the bottom of it and annoy the other party? On the contrary, you will not get any benefits...

He turned around and called on the rest of the caravan to clean up the battlefield.

The young lady of the Zhao family was carefully cleaning the spear stained red by blood by the stream. It happened that the young man was sitting nearby.

She looked up and looked down, looked down and looked up again.

He wants to speak but stops, stops but wants to speak.

The young man felt uncomfortable when she looked at him: "If you want to ask, just ask."

The young lady from the Zhao family asked curiously: "When I was at the tea shop, I saw that thing hanging on someone's neck. You didn't get close to him, so why did it get into your hands later?"

The young scribe did not answer the question.

"Do you know a saying?"

The young lady of the Zhao family didn't understand: "What are you talking about?"

Although her father did not restrain her, the people and things that the young lady of the Zhao family had access to were still lackluster and boring. How could there be the excitement of meeting this businessman in half a day? Distance brings beauty. My father is a brave warrior, so there is no mystery to her about being a brave warrior. Literary scholars are different. Her understanding of the latter is limited to Uncle Qin who often comes to visit her home...

He is obviously such a gentle and elegant person, but my father is tall, strong and muscular, but he respects and awes Uncle Qin.

This curiosity also transferred to the young man.

Listen to him: "A gentleman does not take away from others' favor."

The young lady from the Zhao family nodded honestly: "I know."

The young scribe raised the corners of his lips for the first time, and his still dignified and upright face turned treacherous and evil for no reason.

More like a bandit than that bandit.

"I'm not a gentleman."

The young lady of the Zhao family: "..."

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