Song Che set off from Zhifu Bay at noon, rode the wind and waves along the coastline, passed Jiahekou at Youshi, and arrived at Bajiao Port at Haishi. The whole journey was 120 miles and took nearly five hours.
There are about seventy or eighty warships in the port, and the military camp is set up on the embankment.
Nangong Yue and Lu Jingxiang were both women, and it was inconvenient to enter the military camp late at night, so Song Che asked them to live on the boat temporarily while he disembarked to find Jiang Yuntian.
"It's so late at night, is General Jiang asleep?" Song Che asked the young general on duty at the port.
"Commander, don't worry. General Jiang can't sleep at this point. He can't sleep." The young general said firmly and confidently.
"What? General, he often suffers from insomnia?"
"Yes, the lights are turned off at four or five o'clock every night. Not only can't I sleep, but I often hear him sighing. We don't know the reason, but we don't dare to ask."
Jiang Daxia is not such a person. Even if the sky falls, he can still sleep peacefully, unless...
Unless there is something on your mind.
The young general led Song Che to the big tent. Just when he was about to report, Song Che made a silence gesture from him.
The young general understood and stepped back with a smile.
In the big tent, the candles were brightly lit, reflecting a tall figure. He was sitting on the couch motionless, seeming to be concentrating on something.
Song Che pushed open the tent door and walked in.
Jiang Yuntian held his chin with one hand and stared intently at the painting screen in front of him. There was a "Beauty with Broken Branches" hanging on the screen. Even though the beauty existed in the painting, she was still beautiful and charming.
Jiang Yuntian was so stunned that when Song Che came, he couldn't bear to move his head.
It turns out that I am thinking about spring.
"Ahem!"
Song Che coughed a few words before waking up General Jiang who was getting better.
Jiang Yuntian took a closer look and said "Huh" in surprise. He quickly jumped off the bed and stopped in front of the beauty picture before asking:
"When did you come? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Song Che glanced at the scroll behind him and asked with a smile, "What? Are you afraid that I won't see it?"
Jiang Yuntian smiled awkwardly and said with a straight face: "Stop teasing me."
Song Che raised his chin at the scroll and asked, "Did you draw it?"
Jiang Yuntian turned around and saw the beauty in the painting. His eyes instantly softened a lot. He caressed the face of the girl in the painting and said, "How can I have such good skills? She painted it. I'll give it to her. Draw a picture of her for me, seeing the picture is like seeing a person, to relieve the pain of lovesickness.”
Song Che scratched the goosebumps on his arms and laughed, "I should draw the one without clothes to relieve my loneliness and lovesickness."
"Then I'm afraid I really won't be able to sleep."
The two looked at each other and laughed, then sat down by the stove, cooked wine and talked.
Jiang Yuntian arrived in Dengzhou seven days ago and was originally on standby at Zhifu Bay. Later, he thought it was too far away from Dengzhou, so he led his troops to move forward. Unexpectedly, Jinan Prefecture only allowed him to be stationed in Bajiao Bay recently.
On the second day when the Huainan Navy was stationed in Bajiao Bay, 10,000 Jingdong Navy troops were stationed in "Luyang Bay" ten miles to the north. The name was to defend against Japanese pirates, but in fact they were here to guard against the Huainan Navy.
Jiang Yuntian poured a glass of hot wine for Song Che, "We are restricted everywhere here. We can't even reach Dengzhou, so how can we capture the king?"
"Don't be anxious. Capturing the king is no small matter. You need to plan slowly."
Song Che took a sip of wine and then ordered: "Help me get a salt guide and a cart of salt. Tomorrow we will dress up as salt dealers and go to Dengzhou City to see what happens."
Is King Anyang in Dengzhou?
How is the military strength in Dengzhou?
What is the conspiracy behind the birthday of Immortal Master Wanshou Palace?
This series of issues must be clarified before any action can be taken.
Jiang Yuntian agreed, then glanced at the beauty in the scroll and asked: "Brother Song, do you think that if I succeed in capturing the king this time, can I propose marriage to the emperor and ask him to betroth the princess to me?"
Song Che shook his head: "Probably not yet."
"Why?" Jiang Yuntian frowned.
Song Che said: "First of all, the time is not mature enough. You helped the emperor catch his brother and then changed your mind to marry his sister. It is not good both emotionally and rationally;
Furthermore, your official rank is still too low. If you want to marry a princess, you have to be of the third rank or higher, and you must serve in the capital. Since ancient times, no princess has ever married a local military commander;
What's more, Princess Ningguo has a distinguished status, stunning appearance, and a huge political role;
If you want to marry her, you must become the pillar of the current dynasty and let the emperor see your value. "
"That's none of my business!"
Jiang Yuntian held Song Che's hand tightly and poured out his heart: "I have never had such a strong desire since I came out of the mountain. In this life, I will not marry unless she is her, and I will not marry if she is not me. No matter how old I am, I will never swear." Change!"
There were more and more goosebumps on Song Che's arms.
He had never said such disgusting words to Shen Wenjun, but tonight he heard it from Jiang Daxia.
Passionate is the kind of love.
Being dedicated is also a kind of love.
"Ah, okay, okay... In order for my grandson to marry the princess in the future, I will definitely help you marry the princess."
"There is something wrong with what you said. If I give birth to a son and you give birth to a daughter in the future, the grandson will take my surname Jiang."
"No, no, no, the fortune teller said that I will have seven children in the future, and one of them will be able to marry your daughter."
"What if I only have a son?"
"Then I will suffer a little loss and let him marry into the Song family and become a son-in-law."
…
Early the next morning, salt and table salt were delivered in full.
Song Che acted as a salt seller, Jiang Yuntian acted as a coachman, and Nangong Yue and Lu Jingxiang pretended to be young boys. The four of them changed into civilian clothes and set off to the city by land.
Bajiao Port is not far from Dengzhou City, only about fifty miles away. If you walk quickly, you can reach it before dark. However, this section of the road is the most uneven, and there are only a few people who dare to do business on the main road.
We traveled about fifteen or six miles.
On the deserted road, a team of people finally appeared. It was not small in size. There were twenty or thirty people and seven or eight carriages. They were uniformly dressed in black clothes and wore swords. There was a flagpole in front of the team, and there was a flag hanging on the pole. The banner with the word "Jiang" is tied with a black ribbon.
This kind of noodles can only be found in big business families.
Song Che saw the black ribbon on the pole, and his eyebrows sank. In the past, in Huainan, caravans that had an affair with Japanese pirates would wear "yellow scarves" as a secret code. Now, will this caravan have a "black belt"? Different approaches but similar results?
"Come on, let's go up and have a look."
No matter what the nature of this caravan is, if you go with them, you can use their strength to avoid a lot of troubles.
But don’t wait to get closer.
"Choke choke choke..."
The black-clad bodyguards in the caravan all drew their swords.
"Who are you! How dare you approach the Jiang family's caravan!" scolded a bearded swordsman, who must be the leader of this group of bodyguards.
Song Che cupped his fists and saluted, and explained: "We are salt traders from the west. We are going to Dengzhou to do business. We happen to be traveling on the same road. Why don't we join forces together so as to reject the Japanese pirates?"
"Ha..." The bearded man sneered: "How can people like traffickers and lackeys call themselves 'family'? Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. If you are sensible, just get out of here and don't come to the Jiang family to cause trouble!"
Song Che smiled and said: "One more person means more strength. These guys and I have all been trained. Three or five Japanese pirates can't get close to us."
"Hahaha..." The bearded man laughed disdainfully: "Three of the four people in your team are pretty boys. Why are you bragging? No wonder I didn't remind you that there will be Japanese pirates if you go further. If you don't want to die, go home quickly. , otherwise people and money will be lost, and it won’t be worthwhile.”
Song Che sneered in his heart, but said verbally: "Since you don't want to go with us, we won't bother you."
"Wait a moment."
A greeting came from the carriage at the front of the caravan. Then, the curtains were opened, and a young man in his twenties or seventies stuck his head out. He glanced at the goods in Song Che's team and said bluntly:
"I want this truckload of salt."
