Although A Jiu knew this person was the so-called "big shot" at the post station.
But to protect him so emphatically, his status must not be low.
The groom was whipped several times by Eunuch Zhou with his whisk: "Hurry up and fix it."
Then he glanced back at the prison cart following behind, his face showing panic.
After all, Zhao Kun and Killing Without Bleeding were closely associated with the matter of demons.
Let alone Eunuch Zhou, even A Jiu, seeing it for the first time, felt the impact was immense. The awkwardness and misery were beyond what a normal person could imagine.
"Sir, would you like to see the scenery?" Eunuch Zhou cautiously lifted the sedan curtain again and spoke obsequiously to the "big shot" inside.
"Sir, look, one of the seven stars is particularly red and beautiful. Even your servant thinks it's a beautiful view."
As he spoke, the sedan curtain actually moved.
Eunuch Zhou quickly offered support.
The person who came down made A Jiu cover her mouth instantly. How could he look so much like Prince Nanming? No, he also looked like Little Yan.
The person was about sixty years old, dressed in a fine silk black robe. The brocade belt at his waist made the old man's body appear particularly slender. His spirited and dignified demeanor gave him an air of defiance against old age.
He clasped his hands behind his back, looking upwards. He didn't even glance at the people fixing the carriage. He nodded and smiled:
"It is indeed a beautiful view."
A Jiu also subconsciously tilted her head to look. The red star in the sky cast its red light, dyeing half the sky. If there were anything to compare it to, it could only be the sun.
But the rising morning sun, under the illumination of this red star, appeared dim and lusterless.
A Jiu was also stunned this time, completely ignoring the group of people on the official road, focusing only on squinting her eyes to get a better look.
So beautiful. The red light pierced through the treetops in the forest and fell on A Jiu. Although it didn't have the warmth of the sun, she inexplicably felt warm.
At the same time, Zhao Kun in the prison cart suddenly hooked the corner of his lips and smiled.
Several guards quickly noticed the abnormality: "Behave yourself."
"Hahaha..." Zhao Kun laughed instead of getting angry.
Instantly attracting A Jiu's attention, she used a tree for cover, but her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the bark.
She wanted to save him. She really wanted to. He was arrested because of her. But how could she save him?
Even if they were demons, so what? A Jiu no longer wanted to distinguish between good and bad.
"This sir..." A Jiu still rushed out, kneeling with a thud.
She was instantly blocked by several guards with drawn sabers.
Zhao Kun's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
The imposing old man exclaimed in surprise and looked up and down at the girl with a saber at her throat. She was not old, looked thin and delicate, appearing particularly petite, even giving the impression of being harmless.
"Are you a refugee fleeing famine?"
A Jiu hurriedly kowtowed: "Yes, but sir, I know you are a high official. This humble girl has a question: How should good and bad people be distinguished?"
As A Jiu looked up, the magnificent old man's pupils contracted. The girl's eyes were exceptionally bright.
And although she appeared thin and short, coupled with the cinnabar mole under her left eyelid, even though it was dirty, it still made people's eyes light up.
It was like a drop of blood-colored tear.
"Oh? You want an answer?" The old man instinctively felt that the girl had encountered a difficult problem and couldn't distinguish between good and bad people.
Eunuch Zhou, standing beside him, recognized A Jiu immediately. The matter of the ginseng made him feel resentful. Just as he was about to step forward, the old man stopped him.
Meng Shaode, hiding in the woods, was so frightened that his body stiffened. Cai Lihua, while tying the drawstring of her pants, looked over and was also stunned.
"Good and bad?" The old man murmured, stroking his beard, and his gentle smile became somewhat benevolent:
"Those who do not follow me are considered bad. Those who follow me can be considered good. Those who serve me are good. Those who defy me are rebellious, and are the greatest evil in the world."
A Jiu's eyes flickered towards Zhao Kun in the cage. He avoided her gaze.
"He is good for me. I want to beg the great sir to release him. Even if he killed someone, he killed mountain bandits. Should such a person not be considered good?"
"Jiu... woo woo!" Cai Lihua had just spoken when Meng Shaode covered her mouth and pushed her deep into the woods.
"What are you doing?" Cai Lihua angrily pried open the man's hand.
"Don't be rash. I'll kill these people." Meng Shaode took out his bow and arrow, casually strung five feathered arrows onto the string:
"Our daughter is naive and doesn't know the dangers of officialdom. When I shoot, I will run east and draw those people away. You take our daughter and run."