The night was dark, and the lamp was as small as a bean.
Under the light of the lamp, Yang Fan carefully applied the ointment to the wound and changed it into a new piece of white cloth. This piece of white cloth had been boiled in water, so it was not as hard as before. After wrapping the wound layer by layer and wrapping it firmly, he blew out the lamp and lay down on the mat with his arms as a pillow.
All the medicinal herbs from the pharmacy in town, whether useful or not, had been taken by Fei Mo, so Yang Fan could use the best ointment instead of chewing a bunch of medicinal herbs.
During the day, the Khitans had been busy preparing for their relocation. They lived in the mountains. Other than wood for fuel, there was nothing they did not lack. Therefore, they worked hard to move everything that could be moved into the wagons, including the iron pots.
The courtyard was a mess during the day. Yang Fan was too lazy to go to the courtyard to sunbathe, so he just rested in his room. After a few intermittent naps, he was not too sleepy at night.
Yang Fan used his arms as a pillow and quietly pondered, "My injury has not healed yet. If I escape now, the possibility of successfully escaping is too small. In that case, I might as well pretend to be courteous for the time being."
Ever since he saved Fei Mo's life, Fei Mo increasingly did not see him as an enemy. This was a good sign. When his body recovered, even if he had to escape from the mountains, he would be more confident than he was now.
"However, I have been missing for so long. Although the 'Succession Hall' is a mess, I'm afraid the worst is at home. The imperial court does not lack a Chief Supervisor Yang. Taiping has the heavy burden of the country on his shoulders. Even if he is sad, he will quickly pull himself together. But Xiaoman and A Nu will not be able to withstand such a heavy blow. "
Yang Fan sighed and touched his belt. In his belt, he had already written his message on a piece of white cloth with a charcoal strip. When he left tomorrow, he would find a chance to throw it to the people in town.
The cloth promised a large profit. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance that the person who found it was willing to send it to the government, his family would have a chance to know that he was still alive.
"I'm afraid that an illiterate person found it. I'll take it back and wash it … Yes! That doctor, he must be literate. Before I leave tomorrow, I'll find an excuse to visit his house … "
Just as Yang Fan thought of this, he suddenly heard a faint shout.
"There's a fire! There's a fire! "
"The car is on fire!"
"Someone is running away!"
Soon after, countless cows mooed, horses neighed, and donkeys neighed.
Yang Fan quickly sat up and stood up with his walking stick.
As soon as he stood up, he heard a slight grunt from the courtyard. With Yang Fan's excellent hearing, he could vaguely hear the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh. Yang Fan was secretly shocked and hurriedly walked towards the door. When his crutch landed on the ground, he purposely used a gentle force to avoid making a "du du" sound.
Just as Yang Fan reached the door, he noticed a flash of light in front of the door. It seemed that someone was coming. Yang Fan hurriedly moved to the side and hid by the wall.
Almost at the same time, a figure with a knife hidden behind his elbow quickly dashed in.
The person who rushed in was Zhang Shuhao. The fire in the backyard had already been ignited, and shouts could be heard everywhere. If he was a bit late, Yang Fan would wake up. Although his leg was injured, it was better to act as soon as possible. Therefore, Zhang Shuhao stepped into the room and ran towards the bed.
"Bang!"
Yang Fan swung his crutch and fiercely hit Zhang Shuhao's head. Then, he grabbed his collar and pulled Zhang Shuhao's body back into his arms. At the same time, he nimbly flicked his crutch forward and caught the steel knife, preventing it from making a sound.
Since this person had attacked the Khitan people, he didn't think that he was his enemy. However, he also didn't think that he could explain clearly who he was, why he was with the Khitan people, and other long-winded questions in a few words. He would first knock him out.
Just as Yang Fan supported Zhang Shuhao, he heard another muffled groan from outside. Then, someone shouted in a low voice, "Hurry up, remember to cut off Yang Fan's head!"
Yang Fan's heart immediately trembled. He had never thought that the target of this group of assassins who were supposed to ambush the Khitan people was actually him! How was this possible? He had already fallen into the hands of the Khitan people as a captive. Just who was it that did not hesitate to launch a sneak attack on the Khitan people in order to kill him?
At this time, the battle cries in the backyard were getting louder and louder. The entire manor was filled with the sounds of people shouting and horses neighing.
"Hurry! If you're late … "
Liang Shuang finished off a hidden guard in the other corner and rushed over to help. He had just hurriedly shouted into the room when a figure pounced out from the room, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. Liang Shuang was shocked. He brandished his knife and slashed. With a "pu" sound, the steel knife slashed across the black figure's chest, causing blood to spurt out.
Yang Fan threw the unconscious Zhang Shuhao away like a hidden weapon. Then, he picked up the steel knife with one hand and propped up his walking stick with the other, rushing out the door. Liang Shuang had just slashed Zhang Shuhao to the side when a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. Another knife slashed at him. Yang Fan had made his move.
Without saying anything, Yang Fan slashed at Liang Shuhao's head. However, he did not aim at Liang Shuang's vital points, but at his shoulder. He still wanted to leave him alive. Liang Shuang was shocked and hastily dodged to the side. Yang Fan's right leg was injured, so his movements were not nimble enough. His injury affected his movements and slowed down, allowing him to escape the knife.
Liang Shuang was shocked and said, "You're still alive?"
Yang Fan sneered and said, "Yang's life is not that easy to take!"
As they spoke, the sabers in their hands clashed three times in a row. Sparks flashed and Yang Fan saw Liang Shuang's appearance.
When Fei Mo gathered the local aristocrats, Yang Fan did not take a good look at their appearances. Later on, Liang Shuang was rarely allowed to come to the courtyard where Fei Mo lived. Yang Fan had never seen him, so even though he saw his appearance, he still did not know who he was.
Just as Yang Fan was about to interrogate the other party about their origins, six or seven Khitan men suddenly barged in from outside the courtyard, each holding a weapon and a torch. Someone in front of them shouted, "Big Chieftain, Big Chieftain, the backyard … Eh?"
Seeing people fighting in the corridor, the Khitan soldiers were shocked and immediately surrounded them.
Seeing this, Yang Fan's mind flashed and he suddenly shouted, "Quick! These people want to assassinate Leader Fei! " Finished speaking, he kicked Zhang Shuhao's buttocks with his left foot, sending the corpse flying. With a "slurp" sound, the corpse slid two feet away from Fei Mo's door before stopping.
Immediately, Yang Fan endured the pain and stood still. The cane in his right hand shot out like a poisonous dragon and struck Liang Shuang's genitals. At the same time, the steel knife in his left hand was a step faster and chopped at Liang Shuang's neck. Since things had come to this, he could not be left alive. He could only use him in other ways.
Liang Shuang swung his knife diagonally and with a "clang" sound, he parried the knife in Yang Fan's hand. Immediately, he felt a great pain in his crotch, so much so that he stopped breathing.
Yang Fan's left hand was not as nimble as his right. He deliberately used the knife in his left hand as a bait and the cane turned into a shadow, firmly striking Liang Shuang's genitals.
Liang Shuang felt a pain in his balls. He really felt a pain in his balls because his balls were broken!
Even the most venomous snake had a weak point. Those who practiced the Iron Skin Technique also had a weak point. Even the strongest man would temporarily lose all his strength after receiving a heavy blow in this area.
Liang Shuang's body was bent and his eyes were protruding out. He breathed in slowly but couldn't even inhale. Soon after, he was freed. Yang Fan followed up with another chop, separating his head from the source of the pain. Liang Shuang fell heavily to the ground and stared at his body with wide eyes. He was finally no longer in pain!
Yang Fan rushed to the Khitan soldiers in front of him and said, "Quickly go and see Leader Fei!"
When the Khitan soldiers saw that the assassin had been killed by Yang Fan, they rushed to Fei Mo's residence like a swarm of bees and shouted, "Leader! Leader! "
"I'm here!"
Fei Mo heard the shouts of his own people and only then did he shakily crawl up from the ground.
Shouts rang out from outside, followed by the sound of swords clashing in the courtyard. Fei Mo, who was in the middle of a drunken roar, was startled awake.
He had been sleeping on his stomach after being shot in the buttocks. Yang Fan couldn't move, but he couldn't. When he heard the commotion, he hurriedly flipped over and fell under the bed. His buttocks hit and it hurt like hell.
Fei Mo didn't dare make a sound. He hurriedly pulled out his knife from under his pillow and lay there. If someone rushed in, he could only endure the pain and fight. After waiting bitterly for a long time, reinforcements finally came. Fei Mo didn't want his subordinates to see his embarrassing state, so he endured the pain and crawled back to the bed. Only then did he raise his voice and shout.
A few Khitan soldiers rushed into the room with torches in their hands and saw Leader Fei lying on the bed like a tortoise with a saber in one hand. He asked in an imposing manner, "Have you killed all the evildoers?"
A few Khitan soldiers said in unison, "Leader, let's go out and talk! The fire is about to reach us! "
…
At daybreak, the Khitan soldiers packed up and began to leave the town. At the same time, the Khitan soldiers stationed in Zhuolu and the surrounding villages also began to form up and set off. As they advanced, they gathered together.
The riot that took place in the town last night was quickly quelled. None of the people who tried to rush out of the manor managed to escape. The one who managed to escape the furthest was shot to death by arrows, while the servants in the manor were chopped into meat paste by the enraged Khitans.
However, the damage they caused was not small. The entire manor was gone, burned to the ground, and several nearby families were implicated.
Most of the food, cloth, clothes, and bedding that had been plundered from the town and gathered in the manor were burned. Only the dozen or so carriages in the front yard were rescued in time and didn't suffer too much damage. However, when those carriages were pulled along the road, one could occasionally see green smoke rising from some of the carriages.
Fei Mo was lying on a large carriage with a simple shed on it. Beside him was Yang Fan. The arrow wound on Yang Fan's leg had also ruptured during the fierce battle last night.
Yang Fan asked, "This manor belongs to the Fanyang Lu family?"
Fei Mo said, "That's right! Damn it, the Fanyang Lu family is indeed worthy of being the overlord of the north. They actually have such guts with just a few servants in the manor! "
Yang Fan secretly took a deep breath. He finally understood.
Fei Mo cursed angrily for a while, then suddenly looked at Yang Fan and asked, "Why did you save me?"
Yang Fan pondered for a moment and said, "I hope that you can make a bigger fuss. The more you make a fuss, the more beneficial it will be for the restoration of Li Tang. Now that the crown prince has been appointed marshal, it's a good sign, but … it's not enough! "
Fei Mo spat at him. "Pui! Am I that important? You've saved me twice. Other than this reason, is there nothing else? "
Yang Fan laughed and said, "What else? You're a thief and I'm an official. Don't tell me you think I'm treating you as a brother? "
Fei Mo laughed. "I say, why don't you stay and be my strategist? How about that?"
"I won't do it!"
"Do you believe that I won't kill you?"
"Is this how you repay your benefactor?"
"Damn you!"
Fei Mo angrily cursed, then shut her mouth and continued to play the turtle.
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