Han Changmu took over the two moon-white middle coats. Both the materials and the workmanship were of the highest quality. Even the embroidery was very delicate and meticulous. It was obvious that a lot of thought had been put into them.
His eyes darkened, he looked at Yao Yao, shook the clothes in his hands, and said sullenly, "You don't like it?"
Yao Yao was almost going crazy. Qing Qian had never said anything about making her a bra since she came in. The mouth-opening and silent sisters were calling this a disgusting act of intimacy, but Yao Yao couldn't bear to listen. Ah, who is a sister to whom? She has no idea of two women serving one husband together.
She couldn't get used to hearing this kind of words, so naturally she became angrier and her attitude became more and more unkind.
She had known that Qing Qian was a strong person in house fighting, and she, a novice in house fighting, couldn't handle it when she was at full strength. However, she had never thought about fighting with Qing Qian, so she didn't have a lot of thoughts. Of course, Unconsciously, I was provoked to anger by those hidden words, and was led by the nose.
She sneered in her heart. It turned out that her rank was so high, and she gave Qing Qian such a strong sense of crisis. She actually forced this house-fighting master to end up one after another. This was simply not a machine gun attack on a rabbit. She was looking down too high on her.
In this confrontation, she was obviously defeated, but she snorted and rolled her eyes: "Yes, I don't like it."
"..." Han Changmu choked. He didn't expect Yao Yao to be so merciless. He didn't get angry and said calmly and calmly: "If you don't like it, then forget it."
After saying that, he pulled Qing Qian out of the door.
Qing Qian turned to Yao Yao with a strange sneer, turned back and whispered softly: "Master, I am not afraid of hard work. I can follow you back to Beijing and serve you all the way."
Han Changmu patted Qingqian's hand: "We travel eight hundred times a day and the bumps on the horse, can you bear it?"
Qing Qian heard the looseness in Han Changmu's words. She bit her lower lip gently, knowing that this was her only chance. No matter how much hardship she suffered, she had to endure it. She had to follow Han Changmu and not let Yao Yao suffer. The slightest chance of hooking up with him.
She nodded gently: "My servant can bear it."
Han Changmu looked deeply at Qing Qian, smiled and said one word: "Okay."
At noon the next day, after lunch, the sun was a little warm, and the cold winter was no longer so cold. Yuan Zhengrong, along with many officials from Shazhou, sent Han Changmu and the others off to Dunhuang City.
In front of everyone, Xie Mengxia didn't care about her manners or face at all, she took Han Changmu's hand and squeezed out two tears miserably, even her voice was choked: "Jiu Chao, you really want to leave me behind. ?"
Han Changmu felt a chill, and he couldn't refute Xie Mengxia's face in public, so he had to cover it with his sleeves and stretched out his hand to pry off Xie Mengxia's fingers one by one, without revealing anything on his face, with a respectful smile: "Your Highness, you can rest assured that Leng Shaoyin and the Beiya Imperial Army are protecting you."
After hearing this, Yuan Zhengrong winked at Wang Cong calmly.
Wang Cong's transfer order has been sent to the Yumen Army early this morning and sent to Muchun. He can't stand Wang Cong, but it doesn't count as a deep hatred. There is no need to make grudges with others on such matters. , with a stroke of his pen, he let Wang Cong leave the Yumen Army.
Wang Cong looked at Yuan Zhengrong, smiled knowingly, took a step forward, and bowed: "Wei Chen has received the transfer order from the Ministry of War. He will rush to the capital after the New Year. We can escort His Highness together. Your Highness will be at ease."
When Xie Mengxia heard this, he let go of Han Changmu's hand, turned around and grabbed Wang Cong's hand, and said with a smile filled with emotion: "Deputy Wang is still kind-hearted, unlike some people. If you cross a river, tear down the bridge; if you say abandon it, abandon it.”
Wang Cong laughed awkwardly. He really couldn't understand why the saint was so fond of such a idiot who was greedy for life and fearful of death.
"..." Han Changmu twitched the corner of his mouth and looked up to the sky, speechless.
Is it still too late to kill Xie Mengxia, who is so embarrassing?
Many Shazhou officials behind him lowered their heads, wishing they could cover their ears and continue pretending to be dead.
Yuan Zhengrong coughed lightly and broke the embarrassment: "Your Highness, don't worry. When Your Highness returns to the capital, I will definitely send extra personnel to escort you. Your Highness will never make any mistakes."
After saying that, he was afraid that Xie Mengxia would change direction and grab his hand, so he walked to Han Changmu's side first, pointed at the ten soldiers beside him, and said with a cheerful smile: "Major Ambassador Han, these ten people are all me. The soldiers of the governor's office are all brave, and they will escort Major Ambassador Han back to Beijing along the way."
Han Changmu never expected that Yuan Zhengrong would send someone to escort him. He thought it would be a good thing if he didn't use any evil hands. He hid his surprise and his face was full of gratitude and emotion: "In that case, thank you, Lord Governor."
After a few more pleasantries, everyone got on their horses and galloped away in the direction of Chang'an.
Qing Qian grew up in Hu Di and had always been able to ride a horse, but that was only limited to her ability to ride. Her riding skills were not as good as Yao Yao's, and her body was not strong enough. Yuan Zhengrong specially selected a horse with a docile temperament and strong legs for her. The padding on the saddle was also soft and comfortable, and the bumps were not too severe when running fast. Even if she was traveling eight hundred times a day, she could still hold on.
With Qing Qian, the twosome turned into a threesome. Yao Yao followed them, feeling uneasy. She had broken off with Han Changmu and treated him as a slave to Shangfeng, but Qingqian Such a quarrel turned her into a third party. She was not stupid. Han Changmu looked at her with deep and meaningful eyes. He thought she was jealous.
Oh my conscience, the most she can do is be jealous of someone who has a big official position and earns a lot of money, so she won't be jealous of someone who lives in groups with wives and concubines.
At this point, in order to dispel Han Changmu's misunderstanding of being sentimental, she never said another word of nonsense to him.
Qing Qian also discovered Yao Yao's deliberate avoidance of suspicion, and secretly felt lucky that she had followed him despite the hardships, otherwise, given Yao Yao's aggrieved look, he might not have been able to hook up with her along the way.
Thinking of this, she chewed her teeth into pieces without crying out in pain, and gained some perseverance.
Han Changmu was very moved when he saw Qing Qian's soft yet strong appearance. He wondered what kind of torture he had to endure when he was young to grow into such a gentle yet unyielding person.
He turned around and saw Yao Yao falling behind, his eyes dimmed, he reined in his horse and stopped. After Yao Yao caught up, he stared into the distance and asked in a deep voice: "How many people are following you along this way?"
Yao Yao squinted his eyes, his eyebrows condensed and solemn: "One after another, there are always about twenty people."
Ever since they left Dunhuang, Han Changmu and Yao Yao had noticed that someone was following them. These people were just following him in disguise and had no intention of attacking him. They also changed groups of people every time they passed a city, as if they were afraid of alarming him.
After Han Changmu thought for a while, he understood the plans of these people. These people were probably related to the Holy Master of the Four Saints Sect. According to the previous arrangement, after he left Dunhuang, Leng Linjiang would start to remove the members of the Four Saints Sect one by one. Such a big movement at the entrance of Longyou Road would definitely alarm the Holy Master. So, as long as the Holy Master deliberately investigates carefully, he will find out what happened between him and the young master of the Four Saints Sect.
The betrayer naturally does not deserve a way out, but he, the person who helped the betrayer, must be eradicated.
These people who were following behind never took action, not because they didn't want to take action, but because they didn't find a suitable time.
The biting cold north wind blew by, and even though I was wrapped in thick sheep fur, the chill was still biting.
Han Changmu's cloak rustled. He looked into the wind and looked into the distance with cold eyes: "Is there anyone behind you now?"
Yao Yao nodded: "Yes, the spy just reported that there are eight more people behind."
Han Changmu pondered for a moment and said sternly: "The front is Hongyagou, which is the most suitable for setting up an ambush. Ah Yao, you take the ten soldiers and get rid of all the people following behind."
Yao Yao responded without hesitation, turned his horse's head, greeted the soldiers in a low voice, and rode away.
Seeing the yellow sand flying around and the cold wind filling the sky, Han Changmu took a deep breath and said gently to Qing Qian next to him: "Come down and have a rest. Let's wait until they come back before we leave. There is a small inn ahead of us. We will be there tonight." Rest there.”
Qing Qian also heard what Han Changmu said just now, and became a little nervous. She supported him with a trembling hand and dismounted from the horse, and asked timidly: "Master, you just said that there is an ambush ahead, is there any danger?"
Han Changmu smiled lightly: "It's just a guess. You don't have to be afraid. There are so many people here and they won't hurt you."
Qing Qian nodded and pressed her waist and legs gently. Although she didn't feel tired, her body and bones were gradually becoming overwhelmed by such a fast pace.
Han Changmu looked at Qing Qian, handed her a wine bag, and said calmly: "You must be tired, or drink some wine to relieve your fatigue."
Qing Qian smiled and shook his head: "I'm not tired. Drinking will make things worse. I've never been able to drink well. I'm afraid it will delay the young master's schedule. If the young master feels tired, I will help you squeeze it to loosen your muscles and bones."
Han Changmu made a low noise, which was regarded as agreement.
Qing smiled lightly, put her hand on Han Changmu's shoulder, and squeezed it gently.
Every so often, yellow sand and dust would rise all over the sky in the direction where Yao Yao led his troops away, and the sound of horse hooves was rapid and messy. Han Changmu was startled, and hurriedly got on his horse and faced him.
He saw a group of people rushing out from the depths of the yellow sand. After counting them briefly, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was worried all the time, his face was extremely indifferent and he said calmly: "How is it? Have they been eliminated?"
Yao Yao wiped his sweat and said easily: "Get rid of them all."
Han Changmu looked at Yao Yao's face and frowned slightly. Although she looked relaxed, there was obvious fatigue in her eyebrows, and her breathing was slightly messy and rapid. Those people just now were obviously not as easy to deal with as she said now.
But she didn't say anything more, and Han Changmu didn't ask any more questions. He nodded and said, "Are there any casualties?"
