These words were said so well that Han Changmu had no way to refute, not to mention that this was an imperial edict and he could not refuse it. Even if he had doubts or dissatisfaction, he could only accept it.
He turned his head and looked back at the other side of the cliff, which was shrouded in darkness, and thought: "Does the saint have a decree on when to attack Qingyun Village?"
Qiu Fu was stunned for a moment, and his expression was obviously a little uncomfortable, but he soon returned to normal, shook his head and said: "The saint has no other will. What the saint means is that after the provincial examination results are released, what happens here in Qingyun Village, It is still up to you, Mr. Han, to make the decision. It only takes one day to release the provincial examinations and rankings. Sir, don’t worry, this is just a bunch of rabble, and the Yulin Army is surrounding but not attacking, so nothing will go wrong."
Han Changmu slowly let out a breath. Presumably, the saint knew that Xie Mengxia was also in Qingyun Village. Even if he didn't care about the lives of others, he would never ignore the life of his own son. And Yu Lin Wei is the personal bodyguard of the saint, and they are all elite soldiers and strong generals. If they can't even look down on a group of grass-roots officers and implicate Xie Mengxia, the consequences will be embarrassing and fatal. It's not a joke.
He took a weak lamp and threw the secret message into the slightly swaying flames, causing the bright orange-red color to sway violently, and then wisps of blue smoke rose up.
He gently twirled his fingertips and turned to ask Qiu Fu: "Commander Qiu, when will the Yulin Army arrive here?"
Qiu Fu said confidently: "The Yulin Army is on standby at the foot of the mountain and can enter the mountain at any time to take over the inner guard's position in the mountain."
Things have reached this point and everything is ready. If Han Changmu doesn't let go and return to Beijing, he will be a bit shameless.
Han Changmu was quiet for a moment, then turned around and saw Wang Xian standing uneasily beside him. He was moved in his heart, pursed his lips calmly, called Wang Xian over, and calmly gave instructions: "Send a message to the insiders everywhere in the mountain." Guard, quickly hand over to the Yulin Army, assemble at the foot of the mountain, and return to the capital immediately."
Wang Xian had already heard Han Changmu and Qiu Fu's reply. He was not surprised by Han Changmu's instructions, but he still looked at the other side of the cliff and subconsciously hesitated and asked: "Sir, Gu Chen and A Yao are still here. In the cottage."
The unfinished meaning in his words is very obvious. In the eyes of the saint, Xie Mengxia and Leng Linjiang are close relatives and the most important people. Their life and death are as big as the sky, but Gu Chen and Yao Yao are not. They can be killed at any time. Abandoned cannon fodder.
Han Changmu looked at Wang Xian with a serious face and said: "They have the ability to protect themselves in the village, so there is no need to worry."
When Wang Xian heard this, he subconsciously pursed his lips tightly. Although he didn't say anything else, he still showed a trace of doubt.
Qiu Fu watched Han Changmu's instructions to Wang Xian cautiously and silently. Nothing unexpected happened. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly continued what Han Changmu had said: "Master Han, if there are no other instructions, a certain Let’s send a group of Yulin troops to escort you down the mountain and back to the capital.”
Han Changmu glanced at Qiu Fu carefully and said calmly: "Then there will be Commander Lao Qiu."
As he spoke, he took two slow steps forward and made a gesture of invitation.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Fu relaxed visibly, made a gesture of invitation, and took the lead in walking to the front.
Han Changmu followed closely behind with an indifferent expression. When he walked past Wang Xian, his sleeves moved slightly, as if they were blown by the night wind.
, and under the cover of fluttering sleeves, his fingers gently touched Wang Xian's palm, made two quick strokes like a dragonfly, and then left quickly.
Wang Xian lowered his eyebrows and followed the two of them obediently, his eyes falling on his palm. Just now, Han Changmu's fingers quickly scratched his palm a few times, and he wrote the word "leave".
This was to avoid the surveillance of the Yulin Army, stay on the mountain, and try to contact Gu Chen and the others.
He just said, how can people from the Han family army be willing to be manipulated by others, come and go when they are asked.
Even if it is the will of a saint, there is still the saying that the order of a foreign king will not be accepted.
The night was getting darker and darker, and after a low and earnest noise in the mountains, all the internal guards hidden everywhere were replaced.
At the foot of the mountain, the lights were brightly lit, and a simple pavilion was set up beside the road.
After Han Changmu and Qiu Fu handed over the affairs of Qingyun Village, they got on their horses, led many internal guards, and rushed into the night. A group of strong Yulin troops were half-monitored and half-escorted, heading towards Chang'an City. Speed away.
Returning to Beijing from here, he galloped all the way and was sure to arrive when Yin Zheng opened the city gate. Since Gongyuan released its results at the beginning of the year, Han Changmu still had time to prepare for changing his official uniform after entering the city.
There were hundreds of people in this group. The horses were galloping and the dust was flying. In this thick and choking dust, even if there were a few people who did not follow the group, it would not be easy for others to notice.
Seeing that the mountains where Qingyun Village was hiding were far behind, Han Changmu and Jin Yu looked at each other.
Jin Yu understood, released the reins with his left hand, and raised it slightly.
There were several secret guards of the Han family who were among the inner guards at the back and calmly urged their horses forward, blocking Han Changmu's figure tightly.
The stature of these secret guards is almost the same as that of Han Changmu, and even their looks are 50 or 60% similar. If they are deliberately dressed up and farther apart, they can almost look real.
At this time, several secret guards were wearing clothes of the same shape and color as Han Changmu, and their hair was in the same bun. In the vast darkness of the night, but looking at their backs, it was impossible to tell who was the real Han Changmu and who was the real one. "Han Changmu" fishes in troubled waters.
In the deep night, there was no one at the foot of the mountain, and the makeshift pavilion was completely swallowed into the darkness.
There was deathly silence all around, with no human voice or footsteps, only the intermittent chirping of insects from the grass nests beside the road.
The moon was high in the sky, and a few wisps of floating clouds obscured the moonlight. The wild grass half a man's height beside the road swayed gently in the wind, casting large and strange shadows.
The grass suddenly shook violently twice, and a pair of hands had just peeled away the dense grass blades when the sound of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from the distance, gradually approaching the place.
The hands paused slightly and then retracted them suddenly.
The separated blades of grass then came together.
As the messy sound of horse hooves got closer and closer, dust flew everywhere, and even the ground shook violently.
The leader was a man dressed similarly to Qiu Fu. His head and face were covered tightly by a dark hood, making it difficult to see clearly.
He galloped ahead, followed by more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages. The carriages were all covered with black oilcloth, and the carriages followed each other.
Two men in the same attire, but without hoods, looked particularly sinister as the pale moonlight fell on their faces.
The wheels of the car rolled over the ground, making a sound like thunder.
The convoy reached the foot of the mountain. The leader looked up at the horse and stared at the skirt for a moment without saying anything. He quickly raised his hand on the horse and then urged the horse to climb up the mountain with difficulty.
The team behind them changed their formation. One man on both sides of the carriage urged his horse to walk in front of the carriage, and the other followed behind the carriage, carefully walking up the mountain.
Not long after the motorcade drove into the mountains, there was a violent movement in the grass, and a petite and exquisite figure leapt out of the grass and chased after him like a dragonfly.
The mountain is high and steep, with a steep and difficult narrow mountain road on one side, and a cliff with jagged rocks that go straight up and down on the other. The convoy walked with fear, and finally cautiously reached the small farmyard halfway up the mountain.
The mountain road ahead was even narrower and steeper, obviously no longer suitable for horse-drawn carriages.
The leader got off his horse and walked towards the yard.
People in the courtyard had already heard the movement, and the courtyard door opened with a creak, and dozens of men in the same attire came out.
One of them came over and said something to the leader. The leader turned his head and silently gestured towards the convoy.
Everyone in the convoy turned over and dismounted in a well-trained manner, and with a roar, they removed the black cloth covering the carriage. On the carriage were two large wooden barrels as tall as a person and two large square wooden boxes.
The outsides of the barrels and wooden boxes were painted black. Even if the moon was bright, under the cover of the night, the specific appearance of the barrels and wooden boxes could not be clearly seen.
Everyone stepped forward together and lifted these things off the carriage one by one.
I don't know what was contained in the wooden barrels and wooden boxes. They were extremely heavy and it was very difficult for the two men to lift them. The bulging muscles on their arms were clearly visible through the thin and narrow night clothes.
After the carriage was emptied, everyone took off the reins in a hurry. Some people drove the horses to a remote place and hid them, while others started to dismantle the carriage.
These people were obviously familiar with this kind of thing, and they were all silent. There was no big noise during disassembly, and there was no light to illuminate it. They were just dismantling and assembling it by the moonlight. It was just two people who were familiar with the process. In a matter of minutes, seven or eight horse-drawn carriages were disassembled and reassembled into a dozen or so two-wheeled cars.
The people in the yard and the people escorting the carriage worked together and carefully reloaded the barrels and large wooden boxes on the carriage. Then the two people in front of the carriage pulled the carriage, and the two people behind the carriage pushed it. Following the leader, they started again with great difficulty. Go towards the mountains.
After the motorcade left, the courtyard became empty inside and outside. There were only three people holding lanterns. After cleaning up the traces left behind, they locked the courtyard door and moved, hiding somewhere.
The petite figure was hidden far away in the canopy of the tree, and the dense and broad leaves completely obscured his already thin body. Through the bright moonlight, he saw that the courtyard had returned to silence, and there was no more silence for a while. Hearing the movement next to him, he cautiously got out of the tree, got into the wild grass beside the road, and used the grass half a man's height to cover his tracks, and hurried down the mountain like the wind.
