For some reason, Zhao Jie always felt that the items in his baggage were getting heavier and heavier.

Just walking out of the Zhifu Alley for a short distance, Zhao Jie was already a little tired. There were already two people waiting at the entrance of the alley holding a white horse.

Seeing Zhao Jie coming over, he bowed and handed him the rope of the white horse: "Can Mr. Zhao know how to ride a horse?"

Zhao Jie nodded, and the two men praised Su Xiaoxiao again: "Miss Su told us early in the morning to bring the horse over to you early. This white horse is saddled with fine deerskin, and it is all genuine."

Real material!”

Zhao Jie touched the materials of the saddle and muzzle, and found that they were indeed of extraordinary quality.

Where do you need to be so public when you are on the road?

But Su Xiaoxiao was kind-hearted after all. Zhao Jie nodded lightly, got on his horse, and rode forward.

The two of them were left looking at each other: "Isn't this too rude of him? Su Xiaoxiao spent a lot of money to buy him clothes, why didn't he even respond?"

"You have never traveled far?"

"How do you know?"

"Oh, when traveling far away, there are many bandits on the road, and passers-by are eager to dress themselves up in poverty. If a passing scholar is given such a gorgeous outfit, doesn't it show that he is rich on his face?"

The man looked at Zhao Jie's retreating figure and just said to himself, "I hope you will be blessed."

Zhao Jie had just left Cangzhou City when he met a bandit. Those people saw that he had a fair and rosy complexion and a noble temperament. Even though the material of his clothes could not be seen, his equipment did not look like he belonged to a poor family.

As they got closer, the second master looked carefully and recognized it as a deerskin. He said even more excitedly: "That boy must be rich. Have you seen that baggage? It's definitely filled with silver! And it's all in one piece!"

When several people heard this, they became even more excited.

As Zhao Jie approached, dozens of people suddenly jumped out, holding swords and saying: "Leave the money to buy your life!"

Zhao Jie had already expected this. He drew his long sword from his waist and jumped up from his horse. He silently recited the moves Zhou Yan had taught him. His body was agile and his sword was light.

But in just a moment, several people had been stabbed in the thighs.

Those people were certainly not idle people. Their swords were sharpened and they showed no skill. They just relied on brute force and numbers to attack Zhao Jie recklessly.

Even though Zhao Jie was brisk, he could only learn from Zhou Yan for a few months.

After a few rounds, he was outnumbered. After several rounds, his waist and back were slashed with shallow wounds from large knives. Blood was pouring out. His limbs were weak, his brain was dizzy, and he was defeated.

The big boss crossed his arms and saw that he really had no ability to resist, so he opened his long sword with a big knife and said: "You are a young boy, you have so much money in your bag, why don't you give it to us? If you insist on doing it, you are really rude."

Zhao Jie never expected that these bandits would talk like this. He looked at the leader and said, "What if you don't respect morality? You are all bandits, how can you still be reasonable with you?"

"It would be too sinful to kill one by one. This road leads directly to the capital. There are many noble people and the risk is too great. We only want money. But you have hurt so many of our brothers. We naturally have to liquidate you."

, Zhao Jie was carried up the mountain together with his baggage.

Zhao Jie was in a daze, and the wounds on his body were being torn apart.

The pain came, and Zhao Jie was constantly awakened. Suddenly, a basin of cold water was poured on Zhao Jie's face. Zhao Jie opened his eyes in pain. His hands and legs were tied, and several people were holding a dog's tail.

He threw his baggage on the ground: "You kid, are you pretending to be rich? A bag of stones?"

Stone?

Zhao Jie looked down suspiciously and saw a piece of cloth being thrown aside and countless stones scattered.

His heart trembled, and he couldn't believe that what Su Xiaoxiao gave him was a bag of stones.

He looked carefully and again, his pupils dilated, and he had to think more about the deerskin saddle, Li Ke and the bag of stones.

The headmaster seemed to have noticed something, and he took a few steps: "It seems that you don't know about this? I also saw the deerskin saddle. It's the same women's style as your baggage fabric, but your appearance is so beautiful."

What’s this for you? Don’t tell me that your old sweetheart is dating someone else and is deliberately trying to kill you?”

Zhao Jie tried hard to convince himself. He didn't even hear the words of the boss clearly. He only heard the last sentence. After a long time, he shook his head: "I don't believe it. Someone deceived her and took away the money in my bag."

On the other hand, she has never traveled far, so the buckskin saddle must have been a self-defeating thing on her part."

Everyone in the room was silent. I had seen licking before, but I had never seen licking like this. The desire to kill him was written on his face. How could he still trust that woman so much?

The big boss was unshaven and spat: "That woman gave you the ecstasy soup. Do you believe her so much? You are also good at martial arts. If you stay on our mountain, what kind of woman do you want? Do you have to hang yourself on a tree?"

The second master patted the first master on the shoulder and stopped him: "So many brothers are injured and he has no money, why should he join us? First master, you want to break this precedent?"

The boss also thought so. He turned around, picked up the sword, and asked, "Do you have any money elsewhere? If not, don't blame me for being rude."

Zhao Jie's face was pale and his eyes were bright. He looked at them and said, "I don't have any money. If you want to kill or behead them, you can do whatever you want."

Although he is rich, he will not encourage these people!

“If you don’t eat the toast, you’ll be fined with alcohol!”

After saying that, he raised his sword, and just as he was about to chop it down, someone suddenly barged in.

"Save someone under the knife!"

The headmaster's knife fell in the air, and he looked at the source of the sound in surprise. He saw the fourth child running in a hurry, holding one hand high in front of him: "You can't kill this man!"

The headmaster looked surprised: "Why can't he be killed? Is he a relative of the emperor?"

"Wang Sheng's letter, this is His Highness the Crown Prince's apprentice!" Lao Si gasped, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the master that Wang Shengxin is following. If we kill him, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince inquires, it will not make Wang Sheng difficult to do.

?”

"When did Wang Sheng climb up to His Highness the Crown Prince?" The headmaster put down the knife and quickly untied the rope for Zhao Jie. Zhao Jie's whole body was stiff and cold due to the cold water just now. The wound had not yet healed, and blood was flowing continuously from his body.

Weak, barely maintaining a trace of sanity.

"Damn it, he has made a great career and left us fooling around on the top of the mountain!" The headmaster cursed and smiled at Zhao Jie, "It turns out that the flood flooded the Dragon King Temple, and my family no longer recognizes my family. Since you are

Wang Sheng’s leader, that’s our leader, if you have anything to do, just give him direct orders.”

Seeing Zhao Jie shivering, his breath weak, and his consciousness wandering, the master slapped the young man beside him and said, "Go and find the doctor quickly. Don't neglect the young master!"
Chapter completed!