"Da da da da..." Outside the pass, on the official road, the sound of rapid horse hooves came from afar.
The team in front all moved to the right side of the road to avoid it. This is the official way and the post way. According to regulations, when encountering postmen and postmen on horseback, officials and citizens must give way and must not delay their progress.
Otherwise, if there is an expedited journey of 600 miles or 800 miles, the traveling speed will be affected. Hesheli hugged his son and sat in the carriage, his eyes sunken.
She hadn't been able to eat or sleep well these past few days, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Ever since she left Gubeikou, she had been looking for opportunities to escape from the team, but she had never succeeded.
If she were alone, she could still try, but with her son, she would have no chance to take her son out of the public eye except on the road or at the inn.
The man outside the carriage nodded, very relieved. Otherwise, if one person has an accident, a family of three can also have an accident?
If you have the registration, the person in the household will be appointed as an official. Mr. Heshe saw the confrontation between the two sides, held the child in his arms, and walked towards Fujin step by step, saying: "After that, I offended the Fourth Master and the Fourth Qiang Ning. I should have gone to apologize in person, but ended up leaving the capital in a hurry. Since I was in trouble, Now, go and pay your respects to the two nobles..." That's very appropriate.
The evil steward stopped for a moment, with a tense expression on his face. He put the dagger into Jia Qi's hand, then aimed at his own chest and stabbed it up.
It's not difficult to escape. Jia Qi's eyes widened and she became more and more awake. After leaving the customs, Fujin and Chunlin checked the records at Gubeikou Checkpoint.
There was still no movement in the carriage, and the evil-faced man said: "Thank you for your bad intentions, Fourth Master. Seeing that it is getting hotter day by day, and it hasn't snowed yet today, your eighth wife brought Xiao Duoye with you. It is also convenient for the delay. We can wait until we come back." Please apologize to the Fourth Master and the Fourth Qiang Ning..." My mouth was filled with salty taste, and I used the minimum strength to say: "Eighth Master, why did he..." If Elundai really wanted to help, he would have thought It comes to our difficulties.
The east-west direction of the official road, the back and front roads are all blocked, because there is a plain in front of the road, and the official road is blocked from the north and south, not because of the scattered trees, but because of the delay in horse racing.
Although the eighth master later offended Si Age and Si Fuqing, they were relatives after all, and they had a life-and-death relationship; but the householder of the Tong family who accompanied him was suspected of
"The enemy who kills his husband". Seeing that the man had the same appearance, he looked like a kind person. It's just that the people who came are from the Queen, but from the Fourth Prince.
Fujin's eyes wandered under the two carriages and said: "Mrs. Longba, you are the guards of the Fourth Prince's Mansion. The Fourth Master is taking Si Fuqing out of the capital. He is at the inn ahead. I heard that Mrs. Eighth is here and told you to wait. I came here to pick up Mrs. Eighth and spend a long time getting close to Mr. Xiao Duo. After reading a book, Hesheli thought of this and hugged his son tighter. The evil-faced steward followed a carriage behind him on horseback, looked back and realized that it was Bad, said to the people outside the carriage: "It's just a small grudge, come here to hurt dozens of people. The evil-faced steward frowned and said, "Let's see who is coming first. If we don't hide it, we push it under the eighth wife's head and look for her. Her face is still covered with medicine, and underneath her body is the sapphire blue robe that honorable nobles often wear." The evil steward was not twitching in pain, but he was still worried that he would die quickly. He grabbed Jia Qizhi's arm with sweat on his face and let the dagger stir outside his chest. He is a trainer, and he looks fat, but his neck is almost as thick as his head. If someone came from the capital, she would risk her life to give her son a chance to survive. Wife Heshe woke up and looked up at her son. You were confused, so you hugged your son tightly. At that time, Mrs. Heshe had not yet carried her son and walked behind Fujin and Chunlin's horses. She pointed at the first carriage and for a moment she didn't know where to start. Maybe I can be a fool, for the third master
If you ignore the "disappearance" and show that you believe what they say, can you bring your son to Ninggu Pagoda safely?
The two looked at each other and had bad thoughts. Making the wrong choice is not a life-threatening guillotine. Hesheli gave birth to despair?
This man glanced at Jia Qi, leaned forward and said loudly: "Old Qi, tell him..." Did I mention Longkodo.
During those days, I smeared something on my face to make myself confused. The two escorts were given alcohol every meal and were in a daze.
Fujin waved his arm towards the inside,
"Hula la", the dozens of cavalry teams in front dispersed and surrounded the group. But after only half a sentence, blood gushes out of his mouth, and the person falls straight up.
With a "pop" sound, it hit the carriage. Outside the carriage, Wife Heschel was still standing still. After waiting for a while, there was no movement outside.
It was a woman sitting on her back, her eyes were staring, her neck was still bleeding... The carriage pulled over. In the blink of an eye, the man lost his mind and glanced longingly in the direction of the capital, then got on his horse and said, "Wait a moment, Sir. I'll ask the Eighth Master..." The sound of horse hoofs sounded, There are many people.
Fujin and Chunlin hurriedly mounted their horses. They both held knives and stared at the carriage curtain. Heaven and man are at war in your heart, and your forehead is dripping with sweat.
The emissaries from the Zongren Mansion have not yet mounted their horses, but did they expect that Fourth Elder Brother would send someone over to invite someone. Chunlin sat under the horse and looked at the evil steward.
In the Tong family, apart from Heshe, is there any nanny? At that time, dozens of riders had not yet arrived to follow.
Qiang Ning thought of his fourth brother's normal expression, with his chin raised and his eyes filled with arrogance. He looked at this evil steward and said, "I am Qiang Ning, the guard of the prince's palace. Who is he? It's his turn to talk to me." ? Is there any rule to speak directly under the horse? The people outside the carriage also calmed down, opened the curtains of the carriage, and said loudly: "Will the Queen send someone to tell the Eighth Master to return to the capital? "The eighty guards who followed also carried bows and knives. Seeing Chunlin's move, they all prepared their bows and aimed at the dozen or so people around the carriage.
Speaking of which, if the Longkodos haven't shown up yet, that's obviously right. Chunlin hurriedly rolled up the carriage curtain with his waist knife and pulled it up, giving a clear view of the scene outside.
Today is the eighth day of October, already the fourth day out of quarantine. The driver was still frightened and his face turned pale with horror. If Longko was in the team, he would come forward.
It turned out that this man blocked Jia Qi’s mouth with one hand and wiped my neck with a dagger with the other hand. Yue Xing'a was hugged so hard that he screamed: "Eni..." Jia Qi's neck
Blood bubbled up, and I looked at this man with tears streaming down my face. I finally understood why I wanted to kill myself.
Yes, there is no room for us to talk. As the sound of horse hooves approached, Heshe's heart lifted.
Did you ever think that you would actually meet someone from the capital? If you make the right choice, there is no chance of survival.
The last update was at around 12 noon on June 17th. I directly raised my bow and pointed it at this person. Jia Qi heard that it was true. He leaned back and put his ear behind the man, and then his eyes narrowed.
When Brother Si sent the two of them out, he just asked us to chase them back. The two of them had not yet discussed how to chase her back.
The evil-faced steward changed his expression when he saw Wife Heshe getting into the car. We are just members of the Tong family, how can we be the master of the master?
When the evil-faced steward saw this, his heart sank, and he looked at Qi Zhou from the corner of his eye. After saying that, when Fujin responded, I opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.
Fujin and Chunlin saw that this was bad and hurriedly got off their horses. Then dozens of people came, was that an invitation? With two stops a day, he has traveled more than 200 miles.
Fujin and Chunlin reined in their horses and stopped. The movement outside the carriage startled everyone. You haven't run out of decisions yet.
Regardless of whether they want to report that the third master escaped or died of illness, they will first leave their mother and son to face the interrogation from the capital and the local government, right?
The evil-faced steward saw that the group of people coming was a kind person, and just as he was thinking about what to say, two people came out of the seventh carriage. It was Heshel's wife holding her son.
If Qiang Ningyuan comes forward, this is really the Bone Burial Wilderness, and there must be no one in the group who knows about it. That was also a test.
Jia Qi, who was below, felt guilty and said loudly: "You can squeak, right? With that squeak, these two guards can tell that they are right." The evil steward's body fell up and his head stuck out of the car curtain. , there was blood coming out of his mouth, his eyes were staring, and there was no sound of inhalation outside his throat. He could see that there was less air coming out and more air coming out.
If it is against the enemy, ten against dozens, there is still something to be done, but eighty or less bows are aimed...
