"What's on your back!" The soldier at the door stopped the man carrying the sword. Hearing the sound, the surrounding soldiers also turned their heads and stared at him. Someone pushed aside the linen covering the sword.
"Stop." The man carrying the sword turned around with a cold face and scolded the soldiers behind him arrogantly. Then he took out a black token from his waist and almost pressed it against the soldier's face.
When the gatekeepers saw the token, their faces suddenly turned pale. They all recognized the token and knew its weight.
"This is the school official badge from the school office."
"You are ignorant, please forgive me." They immediately knelt down on one knee and apologized.
"Okay, I still have important military affairs, why don't you get out of the way!"
Zhao Da glanced at Song Xin and said, "There is only one black token for secretly investigating school affairs in Jingzhou. It should be yours, right?"
"Well, it should be." Song Xin nodded, but he didn't expect that the token and sword he lost were both on this stranger's body.
"Is he the emissary?"
Zhao Da pretended to glance at the man casually and whispered: "He is not, there is someone else who is the secret envoy."
He continued: "Don't be impatient, he is probably not alone. Hehe, interesting."
"What's interesting?"
"Secret Envoy Lu Xun is provoking our Dian School Office. He is arrogant. With such arrogance, do you really think that there is no one in the Dian School Office?"
"Did the secret envoy already know that we were following him?" Song Xin asked in astonishment.
Zhao Da said with a confident look: "He probably doesn't know that you and I exist, but he must know that someone from the school office is following him. He deliberately found this person to show off to us, just to lure us into action."
Song Xin temporarily suppressed the urge to take back the sword and laughed at himself: "Take my sword and token and swagger out of the city. This is really Li Kui meeting Li Gui."
Zhao Daxiao asked: "Who are Li Kui and Li Gui?"
"Haha, it's a story from our hometown." Only then did he realize that he had said something that did not belong to this era.
"Interesting, please tell me slowly on the way. He goes out, let's follow him." Zhao Da suddenly whispered.
Seeing that man walking out of Xiangyang, he blended into a team transporting baggage. The team leader looked at his token and respectfully asked him to take the bus. This man holds Song Xin's token and acts in such a high-profile manner, which is indeed a bit provocative.
"School Master Song, do you dare to make a bet with me? The secret envoy's accomplices must be among these people."
Song Xin looked at it for a long time and said, "Sir, if you dare to say that, you must be somewhat confident, right?"
Zhao Da chuckled, quietly pointed at a group of civilians coming out of the city, and said, "Let's get in, too."
The two approached the team, and Zhao Da asked in a Jingzhou accent: "May I ask, is this heading to Anlu and Xiling?"
"Are you two too?" asked the leading civilian husband.
"Exactly, exactly, the two of us lost our way and lost the team."
"Come with us. Look, the team is still waiting outside." The civilian husband pointed to the outside of the city, which happened to be the team that Lu Xun's emissary had sneaked into before.
Zhao Da looked surprised and said: "Thank you, brother. These two horses can also help the camels with some rice."
Song Xin also thanked him with a Bingzhou accent, and Zhao Da was quite satisfied with his acting skills.
"Easy to say." The civilian husband didn't say much, and the two of them smoothly blended into the baggage team.
Along the way, Zhao Da and the civilian husbands kept talking about the family's shortcomings, such as whose daughter-in-law stole someone's wife in a certain street in Jingzhou, and whose husband was beaten for gambling. The civilian husbands and nearby soldiers were all amused by his humor and kept laughing. No matter what era, things like gossip always make people curious.
Song Xin secretly admired Zhao Da's acting skills. In his time, if he were an actor, he would definitely be a good actor. However, his acting skills were developed through risking his life time and time again.
"Are you both from the Di tribe?" a farmer asked at this time.
Zhao Da said: "I'm not, this little brother of mine is from Di. We've just met each other not long ago. I thought he was young and pitiful, so I let him follow me."
"No wonder, we can't quite understand his Bingzhou accent. These days, there are quite a few Di, Xianbei and Huns in the army."
At that time, across the border of Bingzhou, the northern nomads were constantly migrating inland. There were many foreign soldiers in the Han army, and everyone had long been accustomed to it. After all, the Central Plains has been in turmoil for years and has lost too much of its population. In some places, foreigners can only be relied upon to provide troops. However, these people are often a source of instability and small-scale rebellions often occur. Their status in the military is also very low and they are often bullied by officers.
Song Xin just smiled and nodded, looking dull and confused, pretending not to understand what they were saying. However, he could also feel that the civilian husbands still felt resentment towards him.
Zhao Da was very satisfied with Song Xin's performance. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "My little brother doesn't like to talk on weekdays and is a bit stupid. Big brothers, please don't pay attention."
While speaking, his eyes would occasionally glance at the man carrying the sword not far away, secretly observing who was approaching him. But along the way, the man was taking a nap in the car alone. That is to say, the team leader went over to say a few greetings and give some water, rice and dry food. There was no other abnormality.
Winter is coming to an end and the temperature is still very low. Large and small half-melted ice cubes float aimlessly in the Han River.
The strong military horses were breathing white air and tired, struggling in the cold. The afterglow of the setting sun disappeared into the horizon, the temperature dropped sharply, and the team was exhausted. After setting up camp, everyone fell asleep.
Zhao Da covered himself with a sheepskin and leaned against the haystack to take a nap. Song Xin pretended to sleep, but kept staring at the man carrying the sword.
"Not only did you take the weapon that Brother Wei gave me, but you also used my token illegally. I have to deal with you!"
At this time, Zhao Da turned over and whispered: "Don't keep looking over there, pretend to be asleep. Someone is watching you."
It turned out that Zhao Da was not sleeping. He had been paying attention to what was going on around him.
Song Xin didn't realize that he was being targeted, but his consciousness scanned the surroundings and found no suspicious person.
Zhao Da turned over and pretended to snore.
Not long after, several soldiers passed by and frowned when they heard Zhao Da's thunderous snoring. At this time, Song Xin finally discovered that there was one person among them whose eyes kept rolling around him.
"Could it be him?"
After the soldiers left, Zhao Da turned over again and said as if whispering in his sleep: "The third person, write down his appearance, hoo... hoo... He's not sure about our identity yet, be natural. , don’t let him see it.”
Song Xin closed his eyes and nodded, secretly taking note of the other person's appearance. Sure enough, this man mingled with another night patrol team in the middle of the night and wandered around Song Xin and Zhao Da.
"What a great eyesight, you can identify the enemy hiding in the dark at a glance." While admiring, he couldn't help but think of the anti-pocket detectives he had heard about, who could tell whether the person was a thief just by looking at him. This Zhao Da looks dark, thin, and short. With or without the aid of his spiritual consciousness, he is able to detect abnormalities before himself. He is really a powerful character.
The sneaky soldier didn't see anything strange about Zhao Da and Song Xin. He walked up to the man carrying the sword, pretended to be sleeping, picked up a sheepskin and lay down.
"School Song, it's up to you." Zhao Da ordered in a low voice.
Song Xin knew what he meant. Chen Jiao should have said that Song Xin had an extraordinary ear. He nodded slightly and listened.
The man carrying the sword asked the soldier, "Master Lu, is there anything strange?"
"Don't call me sir. Those two should be ordinary civilians." After saying this, the pawn turned over and wrapped his sheepskin tightly.
"Those two people have been following us since they left the city, causing my subordinates to think that they were spies from the School Office."
Hearing this, Song Xin was frightened and her hands shook slightly, "It turns out they have suspected us for a long time."
The soldier said: "By the way, how are the ships on the Xiling side?"
"It should have been arranged. When we get there, someone will pick us up. But I heard that we need to bring someone over?"
Song Xin was startled, always thinking that the person carrying the sword was the secret envoy, but he did not expect that the real secret envoy was actually this pawn.
"Is that the captain named Song? Hey, Mr. Lu told me before departure that this kind of person would harm his brother, take his sister-in-law and harm his nephew. He is a hidden danger. If you can't take him through, just push him down in the middle of the river to feed the fish."
When Song Xin heard this, he sneered in his heart: "It seems that the Lu family is not blind. Song Chou, you are a real failure as a human being. Even the enemy cannot tolerate you. However, your head belongs to me."
