"Father ... Father ... Father ..." Murong Ji knelt down on the edge of the cliff, sad crying echoed up and down the cliff for a long time, making people sad.
Murongxue scorned in his heart, he could still be forgiven for his sins, and he could not live by his own sins. Murongjian fell to the cliff, he took it all by himself, no wonder others.
"I ... I'm fine ..." A weak, inaudible voice suddenly floated up from under the cliff. Murong Ji burst into tears suddenly, facing the cliff, calling for surprise: "Father ... It's you ?"
"It's me ... I'm fine ... Put a long rope down ... Pull me up ..." Murongjian's words were intermittent and weak, as if he was seriously injured.
"Okay, wait, I'll put the rope right away!" Murong Ji was ecstatic, wiped away the tears on his face three or two times, and hurried to the patrol guards: "Brother Guard, do you have a rope? I use it ... "
The guards patrol to find and solve various emergencies in time. In addition to weapons, they also bring rescue tools such as ropes.
Murong Ji is still young, full of expectant eyes, a small face with tears, and the guards felt soft for a while, took out a bundle of ropes, and tied them tightly together to form a thick thick long rope, hanging down Under the cliff.
After a while, the rope wobbled, and the guards slowly pulled the rope up, and a middle-aged man with a broken body and a wounded body appeared gradually in front of everyone.
His hair was messy and his face was scratched horizontally and vertically, and there was a little bit of viciousness in the sharp eyes. It was Murongjian who just fell off the cliff!
Murongxue frowned tightly: he fell into such a deep cliff, he was not dead yet, he was so cheap!
"Dad." Murong Ji hurriedly untied the rope around Murong Jian's waist, plunged into his arms, and wept with joy: "You're fine, it's so nice."
Murong Jian smiled and rubbed his head, saying one word at a time: "Dad's life is so big that it is not so easy to be harmed by the younger generation ..."
"Yeah, good people don't live long, and the scourge is thousands of years old. It's certainly not easy to die with the second uncle as a person!" Murong Xue smiled slightly, as flowers opened.
The guards twitched their mouths, this sentence said ... It's not quite right ...
Murongjian's face was blue, and he looked at Murongxue coldly, his eyes flashing a little bit.
Murongxue did not show any weakness, and looked at him in the past, their eyes met in the air, and hundreds of tricks had passed between the electric light and the flint ...
"Master Murong, why did you fall off the cliff?" A bodyguard stepped forward and asked politely.
When they patrol to solve emergencies, they must naturally understand the causes and consequences of emergencies, so that they can easily report to them.
Murongjian Jianmei raised his eyebrows, looking at Murongxue with a smile, as if to say: "I'm telling the truth, you're dead."
Murong Xue smiled: You say, casually say, the second uncle insulted his nephew and niece, and because the niece hit the cliff, the civil and military officials must be very interested. The royal history will also come to join in the fun and join someone ... …
Someone's political achievements are not obvious, staying in Jingzhou for ten years, it will hurt people to return to the capital, really a shameful insidious villain ... who was he transferred back to the capital ... I can't find it out, dragon chair The one sitting on it can surely find out ...
Murongjian's face is gloomy: You have no evidence to prove that I want to harm you and Murongye!
Why is there no evidence?That fast horse that you have been drugged is not the best evidence!
Murongxue's eyes were cold, and he seemed to be smiling: although it fell off the cliff and fell to the bones, but there are so many guards here, look carefully, you can definitely find the horse's body ...
Murongjian's face was dark and dark, and the hand under his sleeve was tightly held, and his teeth were cut: Murongxue ...
"Sir Murong ... Sir Murong ... what's wrong with you?" The guard saw Murong Jian open his eyes and didn't speak.
Murong Jian suddenly looked back and smiled unnaturally: "The officer is fine, just accidentally, he fell off the cliff ..."
Hearing this answer, Murong Ji suddenly stunned and said anxiously: "Dad, I clearly saw it with my own eyes ..."
Murong Jian interrupted his words with a wave of his hand and smiled: "This is the way it is. You are farther away. I'm afraid I didn't look at it ..."
When Murong Ji reached his mouth, he swallowed it back in his stomach, glaring at Murong Xue and Murong Ye fiercely, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.
The bodyguard nodded with understanding: "It turns out that Master Murong was surprised."
Murongjian smiled cordially: "All of your life-saving graces are remembered by this officer. The officer's housekeeper Chai Jin was seriously injured and comatose. I would like to ask you to send him back to Zhenguo Palace for medical treatment."
The guard looked at Murong Jian in surprise: "Isn't Lord Murong going home?" He wasn't hurt too.
"I'm going to accompany Ji'er to the military camp. I won't go home for the time being. I'll trouble you." Murong Jian smiled softly and tucked a large silver ingot into the guard's hands: "Somewhat, please drink."
The guard squeezed the silver ingot in his hand and smiled broadly: "Master Murong is polite."
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows gently, and Murong Jian's sleeve was still covered with a small vine leaf. It should have been caught by the vine when he fell, stabilized his body, and did not fall to the ground.
His sleeves were ragged and ragged, and the movement of handing silver ingots was a little trembling. Obviously, his arm was seriously injured. He didn't go back to the house to see injuries. He even wanted to go to the barracks. , Or another conspiracy?
"Shizi, the humble job retires!" The guard's respectful appellation came into his ears. Murongxue looked up and saw the guards salute Ouyang Shaochen, carrying Chai Jin, and striding toward the official road.
She blinked her eyes. Chai Jin was Murongjian ’s left arm and right arm. When he severely injured his leg, it was equivalent to folding Murongjian ’s arm. Murongjian would regenerate his evil intentions. When he did evil, it would not be as smooth as before. Look, what more tricks can Murong Jian come up with!
"Brother, it's not too early, let's go to the barracks."
"Good!" Murong Ye nodded: Ma went mad and ran away from the official road, delaying a lot of time, I hope he can rush to the military camp in time.
"Little Hou Ye, humble you." Ge Hui led the horse to Murong Ye.
Murongye's horse fell into the cliff and could no longer ride. Murongjian's father and son were all here. Who can guarantee that they wouldn't do things on other horses? Murongye was riding alone. He was not at ease.
"Well!" Murong Ye nodded, followed Ge Hui on the horse, and sat firmly behind him.
Murongxue also walked to his fast horse, turned his horse, just sat firmly, a white figure fell from the sky, and fell on the horse behind her, a faint ink bamboo fragrance haunted the tip of his nose, Murongxue raised his eyebrows and looked at him: Well?"