C544 It was good that he was alive

Not long after, the people who were sent to check along the road to the east gate reported the news, on the way, they discovered the pigeons that had been shot dead. Luckily, they were not too far from each other, the General Han had already received the news, they immediately ordered their men to head to the north gate to reunite with Jia Tong.

As for the carrier pigeon that was flying towards Jinling, it was not killed, but smoothly landed in Ning Jiu's hands. When he took out a small slip of paper from the copper ring on the pigeon's foot and unfolded it, the normally expressionless guard Ning's expression changed greatly.

At this moment, Prince Chu was hanging his hands and looking at the fish pond that he had painstakingly made for Bai Qianfan. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Ning Jiu rushing over with his horse, and just as he was about to ask, Ning Jiu silently handed over the paper slip and glanced at the words written on it. Morong Gan's pupils constricted, and without saying a word, he hopped on his horse and galloped towards the entrance.

His mind was blank. He couldn't think of anything else. He just kept thrashing the horses. The passersby on the street all moved aside to avoid him. Before they could get a clear look, he had already ridden away and disappeared at the city gate.

Ning Jiu did his best to chase after him, but watched him walk further and further away until he turned into a small black dot and disappeared from his line of sight. He didn't stop until he saw the city gate of Su City and the mount of the fallen Prince Chu in the distance.

Ning Jiu was shocked when he saw the horse. The Duke's mount had followed the Duke for five or six years, and was a rare horse.

His horse could not hold up any longer, so he quickly changed his horse and rode through the city, chasing after them through the north gate.

Jia Tong's guess was not wrong. He brought his men to chase north, and along the way, they found traces of pearls and horses. Following those tracks, he chased into the mountain. However, to be able to stay by Prince Chu's side as a guard, Jia Tong still had some skills. He recognized the truth, and his sharp observation and meticulous analysis was not inferior to Ning Jiu's.

Before long, Han Tong had arrived with his men. The more people there were, the easier it was for them to find the dense mountain forest, inch by inch, from top to bottom and then to the top of the mountain range.

Jia Tong was very anxious, he felt that the person in question was not far away. He was following his footsteps, but he could not see his shadow.

Suddenly, there was a rumble and a clap of thunder came from the sky. Dark clouds were split into pieces by the lightning, and a strong wind blew, causing the branches to shake and the leaves to rustle. The sky darkened to the point where it seemed as if it would collapse at any moment.

Han Tong looked up into the sky and said, "If it rains, that would be bad."

Of course, Jia Tong knew that the rain would wash away all the traces. That person really knew how to pick a date, once the clues here were cut off, they would be truly called Tian Tian Wu, crying out so much that they couldn't keep up.

"There's nothing we can do. Tell them to hurry up." Jia Tong took a thin strand of silk from a branch, which was brought down from a piece of cloth hung on a branch. He squinted into the distance and raised his chin, "Chase after them."

Han Tong waved his arm, and shouted loudly, "Forward from the left!"

The crowd moved in the specified direction like tidewater, and the sound of rustling could be heard. This was the uphill slope, the mountain path was curved and somewhat steep, and Jia Tong could see the obvious footprints on the ground. The marks were very new, and he had probably just passed them not long ago.

The soldiers heard hope in his voice and ran up the hill. Soon, someone shouted, "Over there!"

Jia Tong's body flickered as he jumped onto a tree and flew up the mountain while stepping on its branches. Not long after, he vaguely saw figures moving about, and on his shoulders, there seemed to be something.

He was overjoyed. After chasing for an entire day, he had finally caught up. However, before he could even heave a sigh of relief, he saw that figure stoop and disappear into thin air.

The tip of Jia Tong's foot pushed off the tree, causing his body to fly out diagonally, and the small branch cut his face. His arm, he did not care about anything, and rushed out of the forest, landing at the place where his figure disappeared, he was stunned like a wooden chicken, staring at the deep abyss below, unable to recover for a long time.

Han Tong led his men and caught up, seeing Jia Tong standing from afar with his face full of bloody wounds, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying, yet his soul still left his body. Looking at his feet in a daze, an extremely bad premonition rose in his heart, and he took a big stride forward, "Where's he?"

It was only then that Han Tong noticed that he was standing on a cliff. He was shocked and took two steps forward, then looked out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something in the grass. He picked it up and saw that it was a child's drum pull.

He passed it to Jia Tong: "Look carefully, are they from Heir?"

Jia Tong raised his eyes, and grabbed the object in his hand: "Yes, it was from the Heir, I accompanied the Prince to buy it on the streets," He forcefully closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his face, such a high place had fallen, there was no chance of survival, but he could not give up, and his face turned to the side as he wiped his eyes quickly: "General, arrange for people to go to the bottom of the cliff to investigate, to see the person if they are alive, and the corpse if they are dead."

"That's what I meant too." Han Tong said, and called a few assistant generals over to make the arrangements, he hesitated and said, "I'm afraid that Duke Hou has already received the news, and is rushing back, let's …"

Before he could finish his words, a dark mass of soldiers separated from the crowd and formed a path for him. A tall figure quickly walked over with a uncertain voice, "Have you found the wangfei yet?"

Jia Tong knelt on the ground with a thud, raised the Barran Drum high up above his head, and said, "This subordinate deserves to die a thousand deaths. He couldn't finish his words, so he started to cry.

The redness on Morong Gan's face instantly faded as he grabbed the Barran Drum and stared at it as if he didn't recognize it, turning it into a stone statue.

"My prince," Han Tong tried to comfort him, "This lowly general has already sent people to search the cliff.

Yes, perhaps nothing will happen, it's nothing, nothing will happen, nothing will happen, nothing will happen, but my heart hurts, like a big hole, and the cold wind is pouring in from one end and coming out from the other, and a little bit of sadness and despair is running over my head like water, and I feel fear, and I feel like I'm going to suffocate. Even if she didn't die, how scared would she be if she fell from such a high height? How would she be afraid of their child …? Just thinking about it made his heart feel like it was being stabbed by a knife. He was in such pain that he had to bend down. Until now, he didn't insist on anything. As long as they were alive, everything would be fine …