HCB Chapter 1172 Roast Suckling Pig
Chapter 1172 Roast Suckling Pig
Before long, a group of people were lying down at Minglang and Jiang Jiaoyun's feet.
The two men also deliberately left two horses and two survivors.
He rode on horseback, dragging the two survivors back to the village with a whip.
Just as Xiang Ke finished roasting the suckling pig, he turned around and saw His Highness and Jiang Jiaoyun returning with blood on their bodies.
"What happened? How did it get like this?"
Li Xianqing immediately dispersed the crowd gathered around him.
These people had just been rescued and were now far removed from their previous terrible environment.
At first glance, they seemed unaffected, but when His Highness and Jiang Jiaoyun returned covered in blood, the panic in their eyes was genuine.
They were afraid to go back to that foul-smelling, enclosed cellar.
They were afraid every time the cellar door was opened.
Either they were sold off, or new people were brought in.
“We ran these people over on the slope. Everyone else died, and only these two survived.”
Jiang Jiaoyun pulled the whip, and the two people were dragged to their knees.
"We can't wait any longer, let's lie in ambush now!"
The garrison commander standing to the side gave the order.
Li Xianqing reacted quickly. After finding out the location of the bodies, he led a small team of soldiers to deal with them.
Xiang Ke didn't even eat the roast suckling pig, and after a quick cleanup, he began to disperse the crowd.
As dusk fell, Li Xianqing returned with his men.
"So, did you see anyone around there?"
Li Xianqing dismounted and shook his head at His Highness.
"I've sent someone to stay there, and they'll come back and report as soon as anything happens."
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, as Jiang Jiaoyun dragged Uncle Jiu, the head of the village, out.
They tied the man to the yard, gagged him with a rag, and fixed a dagger to his head.
"I've given you many chances. If they don't come today, you're as good as dead."
He learned from these people that the person behind the scenes might be related to his mother.
Jiang Jiaoyun's temper changes every minute.
Even the most carefree Xiang Ke didn't dare to get close.
His Highness won't say what's going on.
The moon had just risen tonight when commotion broke out in the village.
The soldiers who were left behind by Li Xianqing to guard the area have returned.
"They're here! They're here!"
These six short words are like a gust of wind that swept across the entire village.
It scattered again in the wind.
But the people in the village were already prepared.
Minglang and his men hid in the shadows, but before the group entered the village, they heard a sound overhead.
Minglang looked up and saw that it was a kitten perched on the tree above her head.
After waiting a while, a caravan of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) entered the village.
Seven or eight people were pressing down on two huge boxes, and there were more than a dozen boxes in total in the group.
No wonder they can meet people everywhere; bodyguards have their own ways.
Finally, when the group reached its end, the leader knocked on the gate of Uncle Jiu's house.
"Traveling dart."
No sooner had those two words been spoken than countless figures rushed out of the darkness, subduing the group in less than a quarter of an hour.
Zhuangzi relit the lamp, restoring its previous brightness.
Once they were captured alive, they were all brought before Minglang; not a single face was familiar to him.
It seems that none of this group of people came from the capital.
Minglang looked up at Jiang Jiaoyun.
"This group of people is now in your hands."
Jiang Jiaoyun is now a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, and this group of people has fallen into her hands.
Even a mute person has to open their mouth and say a few words.
Jiang Jiaoyun was quickly taken away and brought to the house next to Uncle Jiu's courtyard.
Hearing the horrific screams coming from next door, Minglang was just about to use this as a lullaby to take a nap.
Jiang Jiaoyun's voice came from in front of him.
"Miss, these are all their confessions."
Minglang looked at her in shock. How much time had passed?
Why didn't you call me and let me go see it directly?
Jiang Jiaoyun: "There's nothing to see, it's all just junk."
Jiang Jiaoyun liked to talk about the most terrifying things in a nonchalant tone.
When Minglang took the confession case from Jiang Jiaoyun, he could smell her strong odor.
After reviewing these cases, Minglang patted her shoulder with satisfaction.
"Thank you for your hard work. With this, we don't need to wait here anymore; we can go and arrest them directly."
After saying this, Minglang tentatively asked another question:
"You're still keeping them alive, aren't you?"
Jiang Jiaoyun took the handkerchief Xiang Ke handed her and wiped her face.
"Of course, they'll stay. They still know the most important ones, but they're all vomiting so badly they're practically fainting. They probably won't wake up until tomorrow morning."
Minglang completely lost his curiosity about the neighboring courtyard, and consequently, his curiosity about Qingyu Pavilion as well.
The place that nurtured Qin Xiaosi also nurtured Jiang Jiaoyun.
"Alright, we'll take turns keeping watch, get some rest for the night, and set off tomorrow morning."
Jiang Jiaoyun is not sleepy yet.
"Miss, please go to sleep first. You can come back later to relieve me."
Looking at her energetic state, Minglang knew that she had just vented her anger and definitely wouldn't be able to sleep.
I decided not to refuse anymore, got up and went back to my room to sleep.
While Jiang Jiaoyun was interrogating him, the other soldiers were also made to be taken care of.
Seeing Jiang Jiaoyun sitting alone in the yard, Xiang Ke silently carried out the roast suckling pig that he hadn't eaten at noon, relit the fire, and set up the stove again.
"Want a piece? I tried it at noon, and it tasted great."
Jiang Jiaoyun originally didn't want to eat; she had no appetite at all.
She only accepted the piece of meat from Xiang Ke when the aroma of roast suckling pig wafted out.
They took big bites.
"Your cooking skills have improved."
Xiang Ke just smiled when he heard this and continued eating his meat.
Even after they had both finished eating, Xiang Ke did not put out the fire in the stove; he simply moved the roast suckling pig rack to the side.
The two sat by the fire, looking up at the stars.
“I know you’re all protecting me, afraid I’ll be in danger, and not letting me be at the forefront. So I’ll cook for you from behind, making sure you have a hot meal when you come back tired.”
In terms of pure skill, Xiang Ke is indeed inferior to the others.
Looking at their family background, Xiang Ke was born into the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, and at a young age, he was already destined to be sent to the palace to accompany his studies.
The last person to receive such treatment was Princess Yongle.
Jiang Jiaoyun listened to her rambling on and on.
There was no response, nor was there any interruption.
"I don't like the imperial court, nor do I like my home, but I'm happy to come out with you, even if it's dangerous."
Jiang Jiaoyun then shifted her gaze to Xiang Ke.
"That's great. With Miss protecting you, you'll never have to worry about anything in this life."
Xiang Ke didn't quite agree with her statement:
"It's not like you guys will abandon me after we go back."
Jiang Jiaoyun was amused by her words, and there were indeed several times when she didn't want to get involved.
The starry sky is beautiful tonight, shining into the eyes of the two of them. Minglang is awakened by the aroma of roast suckling pig and leans against the door watching the two of them whispering to each other.