I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

On the day Chen Jia and Wei Lang set out, it happened to rain heavily. The heavy rain washed away the mud marks on the ground, and the grain carts were covered with oil-soaked oil paper cloth.

The carriage rumbled forward. Wei Lang and Chen Jia sat in the carriage, watching the rows of trees outside fall backwards.

Chen Jia frowned. "Is it a bad omen that we encountered heavy rain right when we set out?"

Wei Lang covered Chen Jia's mouth and said, "Avoid the prophecy."

Chen Jia nodded and looked at Wei Lang with an apologetic look.

At nightfall, the sky finally cleared up, and Wei Lang and Chen Jia arrived at the post station. As soon as they entered the post station, the minor official of the post station immediately came to flatter them.

"We've heard that Lord Wei is coming, and we haven't made any preparations. I hope you like these dishes."

The official complimented him a few times, and Wei Lang raised his hand impatiently. The official then went out. Wei Lang then glanced at the doctor who was following him. The doctor checked the dishes one by one, and after confirming that they were all correct, he nodded to Wei Lang.

Wei Lang handed the chopsticks to Chen Jia, "You've been busy all day, eat quickly."

Chen Jia approached Wei Lang, Wei Lang turned his head away, and the two began to talk in whispers.

"The post station is a government-run one, why do you want to test for poison?"

"Since sixty years ago, the well-dressed people crossed the river, and who still believes whether the people at the post station are human or ghost?"

"But this is a government office."

"So what? With so much food, if he sells it, he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. People die for money, birds die for food, he might even fight for his life."

"is it?"

"Eat quickly, you need to be awake during the night."

"it is good."

Wei Lang was worried that Chen Jia might have an accident, so he arranged for Chen Jia to sit next to him. As soon as the two of them lay down, there was a sound of footsteps on bricks and tiles on the roof.

Chen Jia, who was skilled in martial arts, opened her eyes immediately, drew out her sword, and hid aside.

A man in black dropped from the sky and started slashing with a knife. Chen Jia raised his knife and slashed at the man in black. The man in black was stabbed in the back. He immediately turned around and raised his hand to release a hidden weapon, but Chen Jia dodged it in time.

Chen Jia felt that the black-clothed man's martial arts skills were inferior to hers, so she decided to make a quick decision. She drew her knife and aimed at the black-clothed man's vital points, kicked him to the ground, and kicked him back another meter. The black-clothed man hit his head against the wall, spit out blood, and fainted.

Chen Jia first opened the mask of the man in black and found that he was a waiter at the post station.

Hearing the sound of fighting coming from next door, Chen Jia leaped out of the window, kicked the door open in an instant, leaped forward, and blocked the blade of the man in black with one hand.

There was blood at the corner of Wei Lang's mouth, and he lay on the ground with his hands covering his chest.

Chen Jia glanced at Wei Lang and found that he was only slightly injured. He calmed down and concentrated on fighting with the man in black. This man in black was a little better in martial arts than the previous one, but not much better. After a few moves, Chen Jia subdued the man in black to the ground.

Chen Jia quickly pressed the acupoints of the man in black, and after confirming that he could not move, she walked towards Wei Lang and helped him up from the ground.

"Cough cough cough..."

"are you OK?"

"Don't worry, I'm strong and I won't die."

Wei Lang still felt a little uncomfortable inside. After all, he was a grown man but was saved by her. His martial arts were not as good as Chen Jia's, which made him feel a little frustrated.

"These people are indeed minor clerks at the post station. How do you think we should deal with them?"

"This place is only thirty miles away from the imperial city. How dare they do such a thing in such a short distance? Daliang needs to put its internal affairs in order."

"It's so dangerous here, wouldn't it be even more dangerous when we reach Shouchun City?"

"Military rations must arrive on time. If they fail to do so, we will be executed. We cannot afford to delay. Let's go, no matter how difficult it is."

"it is good."

Wei Lang took out an arrow from his waist, and after the fire starter was lit, a brilliant firework appeared in the sky.

Soon, a group of capable cavalry appeared. The leader, Huan Yi, smiled as he sat on his horse and said, "I heard that you were ambushed at the post station. Look at you, a weak scholar. You can't handle it, right?"

Wei Lang straightened his messy hair, not feeling embarrassed at all, "Fortunately, His Majesty asked you to escort him secretly, otherwise, it would be really embarrassing."

Huan Yi smiled and nodded, "Only you can speak so clearly and fluently when you are saying such depressing words."

Wei Lang coughed lightly, not wanting to pay attention to Huan Yi's sly smile, and turned to look at Chen Jia, "Let's go, let's get in the carriage."

Chen Jia nodded and got into the carriage with Wei Lang, then she heard Huan Yi's cold voice outside the carriage.

Huan Yi said in a cold voice: "You dare to be greedy for money under the feet of the emperor. It seems that none of your nine clans want it. Come, arrest these lunatics and send them to Shuntian Prefecture for trial."

"Here!"

With Huan Yi's joining, the journey was a little more peaceful. However, when they arrived at Xia Pi, they saw many disheveled refugees blocking the city gate.

These refugees looked at the grain team, they looked at each other, and the brave ones raised their sticks and ran towards the grain team.

When Chen Jia lifted the curtain of the carriage, he saw Huan Yi leading armored cavalrymen fighting with this group of unarmed refugees.

Chen Jia couldn't bear to see the tragedy happen. Just as she was about to get out of the carriage, Wei Lang pushed her down on the seat.

"do not go."

"Huan Yi is killing the people!"

"I know!"

"How could you just watch him..."

"How many of these refugees are real refugees and how many are spies from the north? Can you tell them apart?"

"I……"

"Our grain team has banners and cavalry troops on both sides. When we see the army escorting grain, we know that it is grain for the battlefield. If ordinary refugees or civilians see such a grain team, would they dare to come up and rob it?"

"What if he's starving..."

Wei Lang pointed at the group in front of him that didn't have any children. "If they were really refugees, they should have men, women, old and young. But there are no children among them."

"So you'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than miss one."

"Yiyi, there are petty officials in the post station who would assassinate you and me for food. Wouldn't there be the same here?"

Chen Jia was silent. She didn't know why. After leaving Kyoto and seeing the miserable situation in the world, she suddenly felt that Wei Lang was right, but what Wei Lang did made her feel heartbroken.

Is Wei Lang kind or vicious? She is a little confused.

Huan Yi rode towards them on horseback, and the blood from his knife made Chen Jia panic.

Huan Yi seemed not to notice it, and whispered to Wei Lang: "There are Jie slaves among these refugees. They may be related to the people in the post station."

"Wang Meng is nearby, and he will take care of this matter. We can't delay the delivery of military rations."

"it is good."

Wei Lang urged the grain team to continue moving towards Shouchun. Chen Jia lowered her head. For the first time, she felt a chill in her heart, a chill deep in her bones.

If the price of going to Shouchun is killing along the way, regardless of kindness, and only protecting one's own safety, then how many people's hearts will be chilled along the way?

Chen Jia looked at the corpses lying all over the ground, she frowned, her heart ached.

Wei Lang's voice came coldly, "The informant sent a message that the north will attack Shouchun in a year. If Shouchun is really lost, the Yangtze River defense line will be opened. By then, no one can say for sure whether Daliang will still exist."

Chen Jia turned around and looked at Wei Lang, only to hear that Wei Lang's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Yiyi, I know that it is difficult for you to accept what I did today. However, I must make adequate preparations for the life-and-death battle in Daliang one year from now. You also know that the world is in chaos and the people are like straw. This is their fate as ordinary people, and you can't stop it."

Chen Jia looked at Wei Lang deeply. He was right, but she didn't agree.

Didn't he ask her to come here to recruit the beggars and warm people's hearts? But what he is doing now is so chilling.

"Yiyi, whether you agree or not, Daliang must not be defeated in one year. This is my bottom line."