Behind Li Yushan were an old horse and a green mule.
Brother Liu, who is old but energetic, rides a well-versed old horse with a sash hanging on the horse's back. Every wrinkle on his face is written with confidence and determination.
This guide's full name is Liu Yi, and he is quite famous on the road to the Western Regions.
It's just that Han Changmu and Yao Yao have little experience and have never heard of it.
The honest young man was riding a green mule, with his robe hanging on his shoulders. There was still some greenness between his brows and eyes, and he looked around curiously.
Han Changmu followed Liu Yi and drove his horse, neither fast nor slow.
Looking back, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Yao Yao followed him honestly. He didn't make any mistakes, so there was nothing to see.
What’s interesting is the cavalry team at the back.
The horses in the team are carefully selected, have excellent leg strength and endurance, and are strong enough.
The huge baggage and wooden boxes were tied tightly to the horse's back, so that the horse would not be shaken off while it was galloping.
Bells were hung on the horses' necks, and the bells rang softly in the streets.
The bodyguards were surrounding the horse team, with swords hanging on their waists, quivers hanging on their legs, and daggers hanging on the horses' backs. They carried a bulging luggage on their backs, which looked strange in shape.
Han Changmu made secret gestures and his heart sank.
The little beggar who got the silver was nestled in the corner with his head buried in the pile of silver, and he laughed out loud.
He seemed to be in a trance counting money. The escort passed by him, but he didn't look up.
Only when Han Changmu rode past, he did not raise his head, but the hand counting the silver paused for a moment, then gently rubbed it, flicked it, and then resumed counting the silver.
Han Changmu walked over without squinting, turned his hand holding the reins to the side, and grasped a wax pill that shot towards him quickly.
The wax pill came so quickly, like a flash of afternoon sunlight.
Yao Yao followed Han Changmu, narrowed his eyes, curled his lips and smiled. He turned his head and looked back. The escorts were all focused on the streets, and no one even looked at her or Han Changmu.
Also, the two of them are in the escort team, and their every move is restricted, so what kind of trouble can they make.
The atmosphere in Dunhuang City became more and more solemn. What the common people felt was the desolation and chill of late autumn, but in the army, a string was tightened tightly, getting tighter and tighter, and it was about to break with just a little strength. .
Xue Guangxiao, the general of the Yumen Army, temporarily stayed in Fangpan City to facilitate the deployment of troops and generals.
Captain Muchun temporarily took charge of the Dunhuang garrison. One of his two lieutenants was sent to Fangpancheng to assist Xue Guangxiao, while Wang Cong stayed behind to take care of the military affairs of the Dunhuang garrison.
It gets dark early in Dunhuang. It seems that not long after lunch, ink is flying in the sky, and the sky suddenly becomes dark. The cold stars are shining all over the sky, and the moonlight is dimmed.
A three-entry courtyard at the entrance of Tianshui Lane has been empty for many years. The gate is dilapidated, and even the thatch on the wall is more lush than other houses.
Someone passed by the alley and looked into the ajar door.
The house was quite big, but it was a little more deserted.
I don’t know which late night, this house was tidied up quietly and neatly. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the sunlight falling on the clean yard. It was really exquisite and rich.
It's a pity that no one has moved in yet.
The neighbors in Tianshui Lane made a lot of guesses. When the house was empty, it was very gray. Apart from being big, there was nothing good about it. But after tidying it up, it was indeed not as good as their three-room house. of.
A family that can afford such a house must not be an ordinary family. Even if it is not as good as Mr. Wan, it is still a hundred times better than them.
Before the curiosity of the neighbors had dissipated, several carriages arrived during the day, and a woman got out of the first carriage. She had fair skin and blue eyes, and she was an Orchid beauty.
In the next few cars, items such as food tables, beds, screens, and vases were moved down.
Also coming down with them were the gentle and obedient Silla maid and the low-browed Cuiyi Hunu.
The surrounding neighbors hissed.
Those who can use Silla maids and Hunu are indeed not ordinary people.
For several days, only Hu Nu in Cuiyi was seen coming in and out, and Hu Ji never left the yard.
As for the husband in this house, I have never seen him before.
The neighbors' minds became active again.
Is this an outhouse kept by some wealthy family?
This orchid's name is Posuo, and she is naturally a gift from Wan Heng to Muchun, including this exquisite three-entry courtyard.
Muchun has not been here since the house was tidied up and Hu Ji moved in.
It’s not that I don’t want to come, it’s that I want to come but don’t have the chance.
After Xue Guangxiao temporarily stayed in Fangpancheng, the military affairs of the Dunhuang garrison were all on his shoulders. He was busy all day without touching the ground. At night, he just wanted to fall asleep and didn't want to move even half a step.
Hu Ji, haha, that is the icing on the cake when you are free, not the worse when you are busy.
He is so tired, so he still feels sorry for his old waist.
As for whether Hu Ji would cause other troubles if he didn't go, that was not his concern.
If you make him unhappy, just go back.
Go back and find something more to your liking.
Anyway, Hu Ji has plenty, and the house is right there.
The night was getting darker, and Tianshui Lane, which had been bustling all day, became quiet.
There's a curfew in the city, so I can't move around at will.
Whispering and happy, she didn't like being served by others when she was alone. She sent all the Silla maids out and sat quietly by herself, looking at the blurry eyebrows in the mirror.
A dark figure fell from the tall old locust tree in the yard, just like the few dead leaves on the locust tree falling to the ground silently.
The man was slender and walked slowly into the room and stood behind Whistle, his face also reflected in the mirror.
The unexpected guest came unexpectedly, but he didn't make a sound in shock. He didn't even turn his head. He just looked at the extra person in the mirror and said in a low and calm voice: "I've been waiting for you for so many days. Why did you just come?"
"I was delayed because of something on the way. How are you?" The person turned out to be a girl, with a clear voice.
Whispering turned her head and looked at the man's sunken cheeks. She was stunned for a moment. She poured a glass of warm water and handed it over. Instead of answering her words, she felt distressed: "Xi Yan, you have lost weight."
The person who came was none other than Cheng Xiyan, a secret agent of the Internal Security Department. She seemed to have known Posuo for a long time. She touched her cheek and it seemed that she was indeed thinner than when she first left the capital. It was not an easy journey. , it is also normal to reduce the amount.
She drank several glasses of warm water and said nothing, waiting quietly for Bosuo to speak.
Whispering said: "As we expected, everything went smoothly. I was sent to Muchun to monitor him, but I don't know if he suspected me. He never showed up."
Cheng Xiyan smiled slightly: "You are a stranger. It is human nature for him not to believe you. However, as long as you are here, he will definitely come."
Whispering nodded: "This is natural, I have enough patience to wait for him." She thought for a moment and asked: "When will the young envoy arrive."
Cheng Xiyan shook her head: "I don't know yet. The young envoy took the water route, which is inconvenient to convey messages. The people on foot are also beyond the reach of the waterway. But I'm counting the days. The young envoy will arrive at Fengling in just two days. After crossing, get off the boat and change horses, and the journey will be faster."
Whispering nodded, and just as he was about to say something, a cooing sound came from the old locust tree at the door.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
Cheng Xiyan patted the whirling shoulder and whispered: "You have to be careful. Even if the plan fails, you must protect yourself. I will not blame you. I will leave first."
After saying that, she quickly walked out of the room, jumped up to the ridge of the roof, and stayed away from the house.
There is also a dark figure on the old locust tree, passing through the deep night, like a local bird, flying away together.
At the same time, the courtyard door rang softly, and Hunu in green clothes was busy opening the door. Seeing the visitor, he bowed humbly: "The master is back."
It turned out that Mu Chun was here. After being busy for the past few days, he finally had some free time. During this free time, he thought of Hu Ji in this house, so he rushed over without stopping.
Two lanterns were chosen in the courtyard, and the dim yellow light fell, making it vaguely possible to distinguish the scenery in the courtyard.
Muchun nodded as he walked. The courtyard was decorated in a sparse and refreshing way, rather than the petty and lingering style, which suited him very well.
Wan Heng is indeed a considerate and considerate person.
After walking a few steps, Wusuo came up to him, held Mu Chun's hand, and said with a hint of coldness in his sweet smile: "Master is back."
That night when he was drunk, Muchun couldn't remember how she looked. After he sobered up, he only focused on dealing with Wanheng Wang Cong and didn't pay attention to her appearance.
Looking at it now in the halo, it is indeed Zhang Bie's charming hibiscus face.
Muchun smiled and walked into the room.
Po Sa was busy twisting the hot face-cleansing cloth, and gently and gently cleansed Mu Chun's face and hands.
After tidying up, Mu Chun widened his outer clothes and changed into a more comfortable and suitable fine cotton middle coat. He leaned on the big bed, pointed to the little boy opposite, and said with an indifferent expression: "Sit down and talk."
Whispering shook her head uneasily: "I don't dare."
Muchun propped up one leg, with a gentle expression, not like a military general on the battlefield, but like a gentle civil servant. He raised his phoenix eyes and smiled inexplicably: "Sit down, I know you, and you know me, let's just Speak openly."
On the contrary, Wu Suo sat down calmly and raised his stunningly beautiful face. There was no panic in his expression, and he looked calm: "Master, please tell me. I will listen to you."
Muchun rested her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on her palms. She looked lazily at her dancing face for a moment and nodded: "You are beautiful, but I remember everything I have done and everything I have not done." , no one else can trick me. I know Wan Heng’s intention of sending you to me. If I send you back, you know what will happen to you."
Bo Suo's face remained unchanged and she nodded calmly: "I know that I will obey whatever I want you to do."
