Chen Baiqi lowered her head and looked very short and cringed among the men. In order to prevent her from being guarded from seeing something wrong because of the crowd, she tried not to stand around and stand in the crowd, and use them to cover her figure.

She was wearing a torn jacket and shorts, and barefoot fishermen were dressed up and it was difficult to get into the death row prisoners. However, these fishermen were from the Jinghai, and they were more or less familiar people standing in groups of people. She was so conspicuous that she went up like this. In the end, she silently walked to a row of death row prisoners, trying to use them to block them, but after just walking for less than two steps, she was pulled over by a force behind her.

Her eyelashes slightly lifted, restraining her body's instinctive impulse to counterattack, secretly speculating on the other party's intentions, and exclaimed in a low voice like an ordinary person who was ignorant of martial arts.

"Quiet."

A strange and indifferent voice sounded above my head.

Chen Baiqi suddenly looked up, and a small face that was black and smeared, facing an equally dirty face. The man's messy hair fell from his head covering half of his face. Only the bridge of his nose was straight and his mouth was green, it was difficult to tell his face and age.

"It's already conspicuous. If you walk around randomly, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

After hearing that he lowered his voice, Bingquan's cold voice should be a young man, but Chen Baiqi thought that she had no relatives and no reason, why did he pull her over and say it?

The unblocked wind blew over the square, and the light mist as he spoke was pouring on her face, cold.

During the conversation, death row prisoners around the young people deliberately gathered together to block the peeping line of others.

"I, I won't move." She whispered.

He raised his wrists tied together by hemp ropes, stroked his cold fingers across the edge of her cheeks, and raised her chin... without an Adam's apple.

"Auntie?"

She pushed his hand away and explained stammeringly: "I, I am a fisherman from Jinghai, and I was caught by mistake."

This person is not simple. He has a sword calluse on his belly, his breath is long and steady, and there is no obvious external trauma on his body. There is also a team of death row prisoners that he will be linked to when he moves. He is not like a death row prisoner who will be abused and not resist...

"Be quieter." He said lightly.

She immediately closed her mouth, as if she was a little afraid of him.

Yes, he is now a prisoner who is covered in a destitute with a trapped rope tied to his hands, otherwise he would look like a thug who would be out of control and commit crimes at any time.

The light sunlight was like a layer of gray. On the man's unclear face, a layer of light and dark desolation was dyed between his hair. His eyelashes were slight shadows were made under his eyes. His pupils looked light and were born with elegant and mellowness.

But all this was blocked by the hanging fluffy hair and no one could see it.

"Who is she?"

A tall shadow was covered by the man, and the murderous intent was actually looking on the fisherman who had innocently broken into the wolf pack.

The man paused, pulled off the tattered cloak covered with his back hand and covered her head, and said to the back coldly: "Shut up."

The man stopped and knew that he was trying to maintain it. He let out a breath, and he didn't say anything more.

Chen Baiqi's vision dimmed. She grabbed the old cloak with the fragrance of warm bamboo and hid her head inside.

What is the purpose of this man staying in the pile of death row prisoners?

Why did he help her?

Because of sympathy, pity on the weak? Or do you think that her origin is unknown and that she is worthwhile to stay?

Chen Baiqi lowered his eyes and stared at the ground calmly and thought.

"Let's go."

He separated the road and watched her trot away like a frightened little rat, trotting away in the wind, and hiding behind them.

Later, it was getting darker and the people who had been left in the square were so cold that they could not stand it. The people in the village brought a large pot of dilute water and cold food. However, at this time, they were so cold and hungry that they didn't care about the despise of the clear soup and rush forward. Since they had no food utensils, everyone went forward and digged it in their mouths with their hands.

The fishermen were better, at least they were flexible and flexible, but the death row prisoners were tied up, and their hands were not enough to be alone. They could only lie down and lower their heads and crawl and eat.

Chen Baiqi did not pass. She tightened her cloak, shrank her shoulders, and squatted in the corner quietly and silently.

She deliberately or unintentionally noticed the man who had no cloak and was wearing a single piece of dirty and blue clothes. She thought that the man looked a little special and should not do such a humiliating thing, but she saw him walking with the others. His face was no different, and he stretched out a pair of slender and beautiful hands that were even dirty and dark, and he was also competing for food like others.

At that moment, she was a little surprised.

Finally, she also moved over.

Someone noticed her.

With the cover of a long cloak, she looked short at most, and couldn't see anything else. She squatted beside him. If someone else squeezed, she moved her position and acted very quietly.

She looked exactly like this, and she dug a spoonful of thin soup with her hand to put it in her mouth. She didn't expect that she had just opened her mouth, but was pulled by a dry and cool handful.

She raised her eyes.

He glanced openly.

“Eat this.”

He let go of her hand, reached under the cloak, and stuffed it into her palm a hard steamed bun that had been cold for a long time.

The size of a baby's fist is pressed into a depression in the middle, and a glutinous chestnut stuffed with dried apricots.

In this world, except for her, steamed steamed buns have never seen anyone do this.

She lowered her eyes, looked a little stunned, and hesitantly reached out to take it.

Then, without saying a word, squatted aside, lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking, and she nibbled silently under the cloak.

She didn't know how to eat it, but she still swallowed the whole thing into her belly.

The sky was getting darker and the sun was setting. The number of bandits walking in the village during the day decreased. Torches were inserted around illuminating a corner of the wall, and the white eyes were also submerged in darkness.

Waiting patiently, everyone around was exhausted and drowsy, Chen Baiqi stood up from the corner, and the young man and his people were always blocking her like human walls.

The temperature became even lower after nightfall, and the people had to sit together to keep warm and rest. She walked behind the man.

As long as she wants, no one can find her approaching.

Instead of leaning against the others to keep warm, he bent his knees and leaned his legs against the corner of the wall and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

The snow in the corner of the wall was not melted, and the ground was wet and frozen bones, but these people might have been used to this almost abused environment. She stared at his back silently for a long time before taking off the cloak on his body and gently covering him. She squatted down with a complicated expression, leaving a scallion pancake wrapped in white silk next to his hand.

As if I sensed something, the alert people around me opened their eyes, but found that there was nothing in front of me.

The young man also opened his eyes like a dream. He lowered his eyes and saw the cloak covering his body. He touched the cake at his hand with his fingers. His clothes and cakes were all warm.

He was stunned for a moment, then squeezed the wrapped cake tightly and stood up. He searched around the fishermen and death row prisoners, but he didn't find the sister-in-law again.

He stood there in a daze for a long time until others noticed something strange and looked at him strangely.

He walked to the corner where she had been before, pulled the cloak over his head, pinched the soft, hot and fragrant scallion pancake, and he put it into his mouth, gently raised the corners of his mouth, but his eyes slowly turned red.

He raised his head and choked in his throat.

He also knows only one person and can take out food as warm as freshly prepared from his body at any time.

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Chen Baiqi secretly sneaked into the village in the mountain at night. The village was built along the mountain cave, with deep ravines on the east and south sides. Only the north path went up the mountain and passed through a small forest. There were rows of camp houses built in the thin bones and green bamboos at the back. The largest stilt house was surrounded by clusters. She saw rows of war horses tied to the trees, and the very conspicuous four-horse cart.

After confirming the goal she was looking for, Chen Baiqi walked through it with the swaying bamboo forest, as if light snow fell silently on the roof. The tower was against the hillside, with cliffs on three sides, flying wings and studs soaring into the air, light and delicate, graceful.

She heard someone talking on the second floor above the roof. She pounced like a butterfly, gently pressing under the eaves of the building, and quietly inquire.

"This trip to business is good. As long as you replace these dead prisoners and kill them in the chaos, you can get at least thousands of gold from the nobles and other countries." A slightly familiar man's voice sounded.

Someone laughed and said, "There are so many families, with wealthy businessmen, and there are scouts from other countries that have thousands of dollars, which is worth some price."

"It's easy to say, but Mr. Feng, a few days ago, I wrote another letter from Donghu, saying that the gold mine at the bottom of the lake is difficult to mine, and it's almost time to reach March and April, and I'm afraid that a lot of people will be lost. I just went to count and saw that there were far less than a large number of fishermen."

The old god named Mr. Feng was there and said carelessly: "Master Ao Village, since this is the case, then you can find some more people. If you can't get the essence, go somewhere else and you can swim."

The man named Ao Village Master was obviously choked, and he laughed dryly: "How dare we go out of the gates and travel north openly? We still have to rely on the ability of the Lord."

"As long as you are good at doing things for my Lord, you will have no benefits."

"We dare not have any bad intentions. Recently, your lord issued an order to let us wait for peace, but he has never come out of the mountain to do business. Ansheng is waiting for your lord to return to the camp in the village."

"Well, what happened in Xianyang City recently?"

"It's still the same thing before, but it is said that the Grand Tutor said he was sick and did not attend court, and he never showed up. There are rumors that she was not in Xianyang City."

"This female tutor is not a problem, but a martial artist, there is nothing better than screaming in panic."

Mr. Feng was obviously a patriarchalist, and his contemptuous comments on women showed his mentality.

Aozhaizi also viewed the same thing, and he no longer mentioned this: "The Right Prime Minister is still arresting merchants, but I am afraid that the Eastern merchants will not dare to enter Qin in the future."

Mr. Feng sneered: "As soon as the King of Qin dies, there is still no way for Qin to come. We will never go to the national crisis with the Qin people. After we make enough money, we will have a broad range of seas and a place to stay elsewhere."

Hearing this, Chen Baiqi understood the use of these death row prisoners.

Her eyes looked quiet.

It turned out that these people were used to exchange people who should have been executed or arrested for interrogation by Qin. Recently, Qin has been clearing out suspicious people. Many people who were arrested were extremely anxious. People with connections in their families quickly went to work with money Shuda. If they were guilty or not, they would avoid being subject to a layer of skin. They had a good plan and could replace them with death row prisoners, regardless of life or death, and the price was hundreds to thousands of gold.

The family is the basis of the plan, the hundred golds will be raised, the country is the basis of the cost. The value is naturally the cost of these scouts who intend to escape to the death and send back the news.

The greater the harm it is to Qin, the greater the difficulty of mediating it.

They really made a plan.

In addition, the gold mines found in Donghu are owned by the state government, and there is no private mine... This is no longer a crime of pursuing personal gains and betrayal.

Chen Baiqi didn't expect that he accidentally found such a "big deal".

At this time, their private conversation did not continue, but went upstairs. When Chen Baiqi heard the movement, he changed his seat and came to the outer wall of the room near the Broken Scenic Site.
To be continued...