Looking at the silent Liaoren, Feng Zhidai couldn't help but feel moved, "Oh"! He sighed and said slowly, "I originally wanted to tell you the corpse of the hall..." The soldiers in the cage couldn't help but prick up their ears and listened carefully. At this time, the voice suddenly stopped abruptly. The soldiers looked over one after another, but saw Feng Zhidai picking up the food box as if he was about to leave.

The soldiers of the Liao people couldn't help but get up and asked, "What's wrong with the body of Daqu? Feng Zhidi suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the several soldiers in the cage, and slowly said, "I thought you didn't care about anything? But if you want me to tell you about Tan Palace, you should answer my question honestly in return." The soldiers of the Liao people couldn't help but look at each other and nodded slowly. At this time, Feng Zhidi suddenly asked, "Do you know where are the Han people who escorted Tan Yue'er last night now?"

The soldiers of the Liao people in the cage shook their heads and said, "We have not seen the Han people in the clan." At this time, Feng Zhidai looked a little anxious and couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Does Tan Yue'er not go back?" The soldiers of the Liao people looked at him and said slowly: "If you want to ask what happened in my clan in the last day, then there is no need to waste your lips and tongues." Feng Zhidai saw that they seemed unwilling to express a word, and was even more worried about Fang Jun's safety at this moment, and suddenly sneered a few times, looking at the few people and said, "Okay! Since you don't want to answer my questions, then you should stay here honestly."

At this time, several soldiers in the cage hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, this young general is not that we are unwilling to answer, but that we have not stayed in the clan in the past day." Feng Zhidai was stunned, knowing that he had misunderstood their words, so he was silent for a moment and looked at the people slowly and asked: "What is the "Letter of Alliance" you have said before?"

The moonlight was cold, and the stars were dotted in the ink-like night sky. The forest seemed to have become quiet. However, you could hear the cry of night owls and the cold mountain wind coming from time to time. I saw many soldiers surrounding the bonfire not far away, rubbing their hands. Fang Jun tightened in the wooden cage. Because the ventilation performance around was so good, only one person could be accommodated in the space. The night in the mountains was extremely cold. I couldn't help but pull my collar and curl up and down my upper and lower teeth couldn't help but tremble, and murmured softly: "I'm not cold, hold on for a while and it will be dawn..."

At this time, a sound suddenly came from the dark forest not far away. The soldiers at the bonfire couldn't help but look at each other, and saw several soldiers picking up the weapons placed beside them and slowly walking towards the source of the sound. The soldiers who had been waiting for a long time but didn't see them leaving returned, but there was still a quiet place around. The soldiers at the bonfire couldn't help but slowly get up and pull out the weapons in their hands, with a little more solemn expression. Several soldiers walked towards the sound in the forest again, and after a while, no one came back.

The only soldiers left by the bonfire rushed to the cage. Fang Jun saw several guards escorting the side, and couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart. He slowly stood up and heard "thump~", and several consecutive sounds, the soldiers next to the cage suddenly fell to the ground. In the darkness, he saw a figure jumping down from a big tree not far away. Fang Jun couldn't help but frowned slightly, and as the figure got closer and closer, he couldn't help but ask softly: "Yue'er, why are you?"

Tan Yue'er couldn't help but hurried forward and said, "This is not the place to talk. I found the key and let you go out." Just as I was about to search for the keys on the soldiers who fell to the ground, Fang Jun suddenly stopped him and said, "Yue'er, don't be so troublesome." He broke the wooden cage very easily and walked out slowly. Tan Yue'er couldn't help but be stunned, looking at him and asked slowly, "This cage can't trap you." Fang Jun couldn't help but smile a smug smile on his lips, and said, "I've been much stronger than my age since I was a child, and your cage is not very qualified, so naturally I can't trap me."

Tan Yue'er's expression changed, and she hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him into the dark forest.

In the Tang Army's village at the foot of Fuluo Mountain, Feng Zhidi slowly walked out of a camp, looking at the twinkling stars in the night sky, his expression seemed quite complicated. Suddenly, he thought that Tan Yue'er was also beside Fang Jun, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This seemed not the worst ending. Then he couldn't help but look back at the camp behind him, and saw his figure slowly leaving lonely and desolately.

The fish belly gradually turned white in the sky. Fang Jun and Tan Yue'er, who had been running in the mountains and forests all night, slowly stopped. The light of the morning light shone on the bluestone through the branches and leaves, forming mottled shadows of trees. Fang Jun panted slightly at Tan Yue'er beside him and asked softly: "Yue'er, when did it happen in your tribe? You can tell me now." Tan Yue'er looked at him, and his expression seemed to be extremely calm. She suddenly turned her eyes to another direction, bit her bitter lips and said slowly: "Father, he committed suicide on the night we left, but his body was now snatched away by the Tang army."

Fang Jun couldn't help but be stunned. All this seemed to be too sudden and caught people off guard. The two suddenly became silent. They looked at Tan Yue'er beside them for a long time but could not speak. Compared to the cold mountain wind last night, the gentle morning sunlight was even more biting cold.

At this time, Tan Yue'er suddenly spoke, "I'm going to go to cough, are you going?" Before she could speak, she saw her hurriedly turning around and walking towards the forest on one side. Fang Jun seemed to have no idea how to speak, but she saw that her pace seemed to be getting faster and faster, and soon the lush bushes intertwined trees blocked her figure.

Time flies, Fang Jun sat upright on a large bluestone and looked at the distance thoughtfully. Suddenly, a bird cries woke him up. It sounded suddenly and Tan Yue'er seemed to have been away for a long time, and he couldn't help but start looking around. There was a silence around him. Fang Jun hurriedly jumped down from the bluestone and looked in the direction of Tan Yue'er leaving. She didn't know how long she had passed, but she still couldn't see her figure. There was a hint of panic in her heart. The surrounding trees were lush and the view was limited, and it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no snakes, insects, rats and ants. If they were bitten by poisonous snakes and poisons, Fang Jun would not dare to think about the consequences in this wilderness.

The steps under her feet couldn't help but get faster, and her eyes were looking around quickly. At this time, she suddenly heard the sound of gurgling water flowing not far away. When she suddenly thought of what she had said when she left, she couldn't help but rush towards the direction where the sound of water flowing. Soon, she saw a clear stream flowing slowly. Fang Jun couldn't help but walk along the stream. She saw a thin figure curled up next to the bluestone not far away, and her nervousness slowly calmed down.

As she slowly approached Fang Jun, she seemed to find a trace of unusualness. She hugged her knees and shoulders, and suppressed the sobs with all her might. Fang Jun suddenly stopped. Perhaps in this wilderness, she could find a way to vent.

The Tang army camp was covered with white mourning. A spiritual curtain was built in the central army tent. There was a wooden statue of the god master in the middle, which read: "The Lord of the Lord of the Zuo Xiaowei, the God Master Yan Mu". In the coffin parked in the middle of the tent, there was a corpse in military uniform bathed in fragrant soup. After choosing an auspicious time, it was necessary to be buried. Among the generals of the Tang army in the tent, they all brought heavy filial piety from Feng Ang, and a group of Tang army soldiers also wore mourning turbans.

Not far from the village, Fang Jun and Tan Yue'er suddenly stopped and looked at the white banners hanging in the army, all of whom looked puzzled. It seemed that because the army launched a great mourning, the two of them slipped into the front army very easily. Just as they were about to lift the curtain and walk in, they saw Feng Zhidai slowly coming out of the tent. Suddenly, they were extremely surprised to see the two.
Chapter completed!