Han Changmu was stunned for a moment.
According to what Helian Wenyuan said, Xu Xiangli had a stubborn temper and would not eat anything soft or hard. In order to prevent problems in the bud, he would rather kill them by mistake than place them in a wrong place. He really did catch them all without hesitation. possible.
He pinched the letter in his sleeve. Changle County Magistrate wrote this letter at the right time.
The night was getting darker, and the biting cold wind blew across the desert, causing coarse gravel and soil to roll on the ground.
The wind lifted up the clothes and hissed, like a pair of hands trying to tear open the clothes and skin.
Meng Suige opened the door, and a bone-chilling chill quickly rushed into the room. He tightened his collar, looked back and nodded.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao quietly walked out of the door. After a few ups and downs, they arrived outside the wine shop and headed to Fengsui without stopping.
It's just that the two of them were walking in a hurry and didn't notice the ripple-like eyes in the shadow.
Han Changmu and the two walked through the cold and biting wind, and the pores all over their bodies shrank tightly.
Yao Yao was okay, his face was wrapped tightly around his head. The cold wind blew through the coat, but the gravel and loess couldn't blow in. The wind fell on his skin, which was just a biting cold.
Han Changmu was in a miserable situation. The wind carried coarse sand and hit him on the face. In just a blink of an eye, he seemed to be a different person.
Yao Yao turned his head and clicked his tongue twice.
Looking at this shabby look, there is no trace of the noble demeanor of a young man from an aristocratic family.
Some people believe him if he is said to be a lunatic.
It seems that the saying that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle is a wise saying. The ancients do not deceive me.
Perhaps noticing Yao Yao's teasing gaze, Han Changmu raised his hands to cover his head and face, and walked forward into the wind.
The towering beacon tower stood solemnly in the night, exuding a compelling momentum.
The few wind lanterns in front of the fort were shaking violently, and the dim candlelight was crumbling.
Before they even reached the fort, Han Changmu and the others were startled by a loud shout and stopped in their tracks.
"Who!!!" As soon as he finished speaking, before Han Changmu could reply, a rustling sound came from the fort.
Several feather arrows fell from the sky and pierced the ground diagonally. They penetrated deeply into the ground, leaving a sharp sound and a burst of loess flying.
Yao Yao took a few steps back, covering his heart and his expression changed.
It was so dangerous, I almost got trapped into a hornet's nest.
In the previous life, those poisonous chicken soup people always said that what kind of leader there is, what kind of subordinates are there, but the garrison started fighting without asking anything. It seems that Xu Xiangli has a bad temper.
Han Changmu took a step back and looked up at the dark garrison. Holding the letter in his hand, he shouted in shock without changing his face or heartbeat: "I have been entrusted by someone to bring a letter to garrison officer Xu."
The garrison probed the garrison and illuminated it with a lantern. The halo fell on Han Changmu and the two men. Seeing that they came with bare hands, they shouted: "Wait."
The sound of thumping footsteps came quickly, and the garrison rushed to Han Changmu, took the letter in his hand, and ran back to the garrison without saying a word.
Taking advantage of this time, Han Changmu dusted off the sand all over his body and tidied up his bun.
Yao Yao turned his head slightly and nodded.
Well, at least he looks like a person.
After a while, the same garrison man ran up to Han Changmu and said expressionlessly: "Come with me, the garrison officer invites you to come in and talk."
Han Changmu nodded and thanked politely: "Thank you."
Yao Yao pursed his lips and said nothing, cursing secretly.
It turns out that the face of the King of Hell is still good at saying polite things. He is not immutable and innocent, but is still very adaptable and adaptable. I just don't know what kind of settling of accounts is hidden under this low-key surface.
The garrison was dark and gloomy, with dim lights, dry and cold air swirling around, and a whining sound, which was particularly shocking.
Han Changmu walked with an indifferent expression, and it seemed that he was not squinting. In fact, with a slight glance from the corner of his eye, he had a certain idea in his heart.
As expected, the ten beacons of Yiwudao are all of ordinary construction, and are taller and stronger than ordinary beacon forts.
The walls of this garrison are more than two feet high and are extremely solid. The inner and outer walls are made of huge sandstone slabs, and the walls are mixed with red willow branches and reeds.
The beacon tower, which is more than four feet high, stands in the dark night. Its top blends into the deep sky, making it appear hazy and distant.
Looking from the outside, this fort is not very big, but when you walk inside, you find that it is a completely different place, with as many as three levels.
Han Changmu nodded silently. The fort was well built and the underground warehouses were well-built. If preparations were made in advance and the troops were arranged properly, they would still be able to fight against the Turks.
Walking into the depths of the fort, it suddenly opened up. There were books, desks, and beds, and the shabby shelves on both sides were filled with books and bamboo slips.
Han Changmu took a quick look and found that although these scrolls and bamboo slips were shabby and looked old, they were clean and tidy, and it seemed that they were cherished very much.
There was a man sitting behind the desk. He looked to be about the same age as the Changle County Prime Minister, both in his mid-thirties and mid-thirties. He was Xu Xiangli, the garrison officer of the Fifth Beacon.
Xu Xiangli took the letter, looked up at Han Changmu, and said with a bit of disdain: "Are you the long history of Prince Han's palace, Han Jiuchao?"
Although the words were polite, the words were very contemptuous.
In the eyes of people like Xu Xiangli, who is a long-time official in the royal palace, he is, at best, an official of the palace, and at worst, a slave in the palace. He is not a courtier, so naturally he will not treat him seriously.
Han Changmu's expression was calm. He was not angry after being slighted, nor was he deliberately malicious. He just raised his eyebrows indifferently and said: "I am, you are Xu Xiangli, the garrison officer of the Fifth Beacon."
Xu Xiangli nodded slightly: "Exactly, Han Changshi has all the certification documents. He can rest safely at the inn for one night and can leave safely tomorrow. It seems that there is no need to come to see me with this letter from Tan Yuan."
Han Changmu smiled: "I came to see Officer Xu, so I naturally have a reason to meet."
Xu Xiangli's eyes narrowed, and he said with a secretive light: "Han Changshi, although I am a close friend of Tan Yuan, I will not be open to you just because of this letter. If you have anything to ask for, I think, It’s better not to speak, lest you bring shame on yourself.”
These words were already very unpleasant to hear, and Yao Yao felt a sudden shock in his heart.
Han Changmu, no matter where he goes, he meets people who are respectful to him, and all he hears are compliments and polite words. Will he not be able to bear being humiliated like this suddenly?
Yao Yao took a step back calmly.
It's better to stay away. If a fight breaks out, you can run faster.
Han Changmu did not become angry because of embarrassment. He just put his hands behind his back and smiled confidently: "I have nothing to ask of Officer Xu, but it is Officer Xu who is afraid that he may ask me for something."
Xu Xiangli became interested, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Oh, this is interesting. It's just the first time that you and I have met. I can't think of anything I would ask Han Changshi for."
Yao Yao watched the two people doing Tai Chi leisurely and became anxious.
What time has this happened? It's imminent. Maybe the Turks will come in the next second. What is Han Changmu's idea? Is he still thinking about chatting with him here?
She looked at Xu Xiangli, who was thin and frail under the light. His eyes were raised and his angular thin lips were pressed tightly, giving him a proud look.
If you ignore the rough bronze skin caused by years of wind and sun exposure, and ignore the beard connected with the hair, his eyebrows are comparable to those of the handsome man in Chang'an City, and more. A bit of mature and vicissitudes of life.
As she listened to the two people talking more and more nonsense, she could not help but frown slightly and coughed slightly.
Xu Xiangli raised his eyebrows and looked past Han Changmu at the girl standing behind him with her hands tied.
In fact, he had noticed her a long time ago. She had always lowered her head and looked at the ground, seemingly obediently, but in fact, she had been kicking her feet dishonestly.
His phoenix eyes condensed slightly, these two people had extraordinary origins.
The boy surnamed Han breathed continuously, but his chest did not rise and fall at all. His breath was obviously subdued. He had practiced the breathing skills extremely well.
He felt a chill in his heart.
This boy Han looks to be in his mid-twenties, and he has already practiced Kung Fu very well. He should not be underestimated, but I don't know if his fists and kicks are solid.
He was silent.
In order to be faster, many young students only practiced some fancy fists and embroidered legs. Even the horse stance was still unsteady, so they rushed to practice the internal breathing skills. If they were practicing martial arts too far, they would inevitably end up in a fight. My legs are weak and my hands are weak.
Thinking of this, he withdrew his mind and looked at the ugly little girl, and felt that she was no longer so ugly.
The little girl's toes were kicking back and forth in the dry soil. It seemed that she was kicking randomly to relieve her boredom, but she didn't pick up any dust or make any sound.
A little girl who looks like a maid has mastered Qinggong without even touching her body.
Is this the kind of battle that a long-time official of a royal palace should have when going out?
This is not a long history, but a prince who ran away from home.
Xu Xiangli was thinking wildly, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of some specious truth.
Seeing that he didn't go into details, he just felt that the two people in front of him were powerful characters, so he straightened his body, put away the last bit of arrogance, and spoke slowly while sitting upright: "I don't know what Han Changshi is talking about, please speak frankly. Tell me."
Han Changmu had been waiting for Xu Xiangli with his hands behind his back, without being arrogant or impetuous. When he heard this and the serious look in his tone, he said solemnly: "I wonder if Officer Xu has heard about what happened in Changle County."
Xu Xiangli's face darkened and he said slowly: "What did Han Changshi mean by this? Tan Yuan probably mentioned it in his letter. Wasn't it because of this that Han Changshi helped Tan Yuan and got the letter in my hand? ?”
Han Changmu nodded and continued: "So, Officer Xu has heard about the White Horse Guards."
