You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 233: Lead them into a trap and catch them alive

Ten miles outside the outskirts of Dingzhou city.

The pass, a dilapidated temple on the mountainside.

In that corner sat several topographical painters, concentrating on their work, carrying sheepskin scrolls.

They were the war painters sent by Xuanli to discuss with the scouts who specialized in surveying the terrain and drawing maps.

It is said that these people were originally from the Daying Painting Academy, and after being brought back by Xuanli, they defected to the enemy country. The northern Xuanli people were not clear about the topography of the southern states and counties, so they needed painters who specialized in spying on military intelligence.

In just a few months, the territory of Daying experienced cession, invasion, escape and disintegration.

Xuanli not only needed to draw complete passes, three-way intersections and other important transportation routes, but he even had to draw the appearance of the enemy generals.

Unfortunately, these painters were powerless. If they could sneak into the military camp and draw spy pictures of saddle horses, equipment, etc., it would help the soldiers to better understand the visual of the battle scenes and help them to invade.

During this period, there was a painter named Cai Jiang who was best at painting topography and had become the leader among them.

"General Murong, Dingzhou is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it has many passes and gorges. But within three days, we can complete the entire map for use in war." Cai Jiang raised her round face.

Murong Zheng said firmly: "That's great. We must destroy Dingzhou in this battle to avenge the loss of Yanzhou."

The counselor beside him said, "I wonder if the painter Han Miaoran will fall into the trap himself."

It is said that when they captured Daying Slave, they accidentally rescued an old man named Bai Jinshun. When they saw him holding a wanted warrant and claiming that the old man was their son, they immediately arrested him.

If the painting saint Han Miaoran could be controlled and made an example of to scare the monkeys, all the literati painters would know how foolish it was to go against Xuan Li.

Murong Zheng frowned: "Even if he is a painting saint, his pen cannot be used as a sword. He is just a weak scholar."

Their eyes couldn't help but turn to an old man with white hair and linen clothes in the corner, who was sleeping peacefully without any fear.

Bai Jinshun has been eating and sleeping freely since he was arrested. He is not afraid of being imprisoned or beaten, and his calmness is unbelievable.

Even though Xuan Libing's sword was hanging next to him, he was fearless.

He is simply here to visit his relatives, not a detained prisoner.

He is a strange old man!

At this time, a soldier came over and reported: "General, Han Miaoran has come to the mountain."

He drew his sword, furious.

"Lure it into a trap and catch it alive!"

The soldiers near the ruined temple immediately hid, leaving only Bai Jinshun and a few ragged beggars.

There are at least dozens of soldiers in the circle on the hilltop, and anyone who breaks in alone would be caught in a jar.

"Old Man Bai!" A Yan walked forward wearing a bamboo hat.

When Bai Jinshun, who was lying on the ground, saw someone, he said three words awkwardly: "Who are you?"

Ah Yan sighed softly and whispered: "Your son asked me to come, so cooperate."

"what?"

The two of them were mumbling to each other.

Suddenly, a shrill voice shouted: "Catch him!"

There was a dead silence, and all the murderous aura suddenly surged up.

Countless soldiers with weapons came running from all directions and surrounded him. Seeing the swords and knives on his body, he was in great danger.

Murong Zheng raised his left hand and instructed the beggar beside Bai Jinshun calmly: "Kill the old one and leave the young one!"

Because Ah Yan was skilled in martial arts and had made preparations in advance, he dodged the blades like a dragon and repelled them.

"Knows martial arts?" Murong Zheng stared with gritted teeth, his face turned pale in an instant, "Han Miaoran actually knows martial arts?"

No one really expected this to happen, so there were not many people lying in ambush.

A Yan's martial arts skills are much better than those of ordinary soldiers. It is completely possible for him to escape alone, and even with Bai Jinshun.

"Come with me!" A Yan said, and then carried the old man on his back.

Try hard!

The two of them seemed to be being pulled away by something, running towards the city at full speed without any fear.

In order to capture Han Miaoran alive, Murong Zheng did not order to shoot him immediately! Countless archers were useless.

This group of Xuanli soldiers just watched "Han Miaoran" escape with the old man on his back.

Only Cai Jiang, who was not far away, looked very puzzled. This person was neither Bai Shizhao nor Han Miaoran, so who was he?

……

When Bai Jinshun woke up, he found himself lying on a couch in an unknown room.

A familiar face came into his sight with surprise, and then a doctor came to check his pulse.

Bai Wan was extremely surprised: "Dad, you finally woke up. I thought you were dead after the fall of Baiyun City."

The old man shook his head, feeling weak all over: "Abai, I am very lucky, the King of Hell won't take me away."

"That's it!" Bai Wan cried with joy.

Although Bai Jinshun only adopted him for five years, he gave him enough rare father-son love.

He felt as if he had lost and regained his father's tall body, and was filled with emotion.

"Abai..."

"I didn't know you were the great painter Han Miaoran..."

"This little bastard is really not an ordinary person!"

……

With hazy eyes, Bai Wan pressed his shoulder and said, "Dad, you should have a good rest. I don't know how much you have suffered these days!"

"No..." Bai Jinshun broke free from his hand and murmured, "They are providing us with good food and drink, they are afraid that we will die."

This is true. For Xuan Li’s soldiers, the three vegetarian meals were very simple. But for those who were fleeing from the war, they often had no idea where they would have their next meal, so it was already a good treat.

Bai Wan suddenly held the old man's hand and said, "You won't die. I will take care of you in your old age. Even if I die, you won't die!"

Bai Jinshun looked at him motionlessly, his heart aching.

Ever since he knew that Bai Wan was Han Miaoran, he also knew how this painter had enjoyed great success and how he had died.

It is not something that ordinary people can accept, from a famous scholar in the imperial court to an amnesiac ruffian from a border town.

"Dad will take care of himself." He said firmly.

Bai Wan really wanted to ask how he fell into the hands of the Xuanli people when Baiyun City fell.

However, now that he has just been rescued and is still in shock, he should not be allowed to think about those bad memories.

If he hadn't asked A Yan to pick up the person on his behalf today, they would have been executed together with their heads and bodies separated.

Bai Wan warned people not to disturb Old Man Bai's rest, then quietly walked out the door and asked the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

"Aunt Zhou, please add a few more dishes today!" He pinched the few copper coins he had and stuffed the whole pile over, "You're welcome, just fill it up!"