Jiaohua

Chapter 816 is the Marquis of Jing'an (one more)
Traffic, climate, troubled times.

Due to various factors, the information will never be equal.

Zhao Ning only sent a letter to Xia Zhaoyi last night, and today she received a letter from Youzhou.

The people from Qi Motang hurriedly left after delivering the letter. Zhao Ning opened the envelope after writing the case, took a look at it and immediately asked Manager Chu to send someone to recover the sent letter.

Xia Zhaoyi said in the letter that she would go south on Dongyue [-], along the Cangjiang River to Tangzhou, passing through Hengxiang.

It happened in the next two days, so she couldn't receive the letter even after it was sent, and Zhao Ning didn't want others to read the contents of the letter.

Steward Chu quickly arranged for people to chase him to Youzhou. A group of horses stepped on the snow, kicked up white dust, and left the city quickly.

Several hours later, the sky darkened, and on the country road in the countryside outside the city, another group of chariots and horses set off. Twenty carts of clothes, food and grass went north along the ancient village road, heading for Youzhou again.

The old man Qi was sitting in the carriage, holding warm rice wine in his hands, although he was full of thoughts and complaints, but when it came to the moment of departure, he suddenly became excited and looking forward to it.

His greatest hobbies in this life are building roads, bridges, houses, and dams.The more difficult the better, the more challenging it is. Thinking of those roads in Youzhou, he is gearing up and eager to try.

Wang Fengnian watched the chariots and horses go away until they were completely submerged in darkness.

Although there are only [-] vehicles for the time being, this is the first batch, and there will be a second batch and a third batch, and he has to run around to dispatch the follow-up supplies.

"Boss, shall we go back?" the follower asked.

Holding the stove in his hand, Wang Fengnian said: "I hope everything goes well, and these clothes and food can be sent to the front line as soon as possible."

"Nothing will happen," said the follower.

Wang Fengnian nodded.

These months, the people he arranged have been monitoring Yuntian Mountain.

As long as you avoid the soldiers and horses coming from south to north in Yuntian Mountain, pass the official road of Yuntian Mountain smoothly, and you will be safe after arriving in Youzhou.

Wang Fengnian put down the car curtain and said, "Go back to the city."

"Yes."

The wind and snow swept across the sky, roaring fiercely like a tiger, leaving only the dark night in the whole world, and the bleak white in the dim light.

Xia Zhaoyi explained everything he was about to explain, and took Kang Jian and Yang Fugui away from the warm tent, ready to leave.

Previously, Du Xuan was worried that she would go alone, so he begged her to bring Kang Jian with him.

Yang Fugui had learned riding and archery, and could ride horses. He was one of the burliest workers. He offered to experience and practice, so that he could follow Xia Zhaoyi, and Xia Zhaoyi took him with him.

There were not many things, so they put all of them into the carriage. Du Xuan set up the heater in the carriage, and then took out a fluffy muff, which was the wolf skin that Xia Zhaoyi had peeled off by himself.

The inner side of the sleeve is sewn with soft dark purple brocade silk, and the edge of the gap where it connects with the wolf fur is embroidered with a cloud and moon pattern with exquisite needlework.

After some treatment, the outer wolf fur has a brighter luster and a softer pile.

"Brother Du cut off that purple robe?" Xia Zhaoyi asked in surprise.

"It's just a piece of clothing, at most it's a change and one piece is missing," Du Xuan said with a smile, "Don't think about it, A Li, we have made several of these sleeves."

Xia Zhaoyi's fingers caressed it, and everyone thought that needlework was done by women, but in fact, there were many men who knew how to do needlework, especially the big men in the barracks.

Seeing her thinking, Kang Jian jokingly said: "Those who think men are sissy when they mention men doing needlework, should really bring them to us to compare the flesh on their arms! Aren't we more masculine than them?"

The men near the carriage laughed.

Xia Zhaoyi was also amused, and put the sleeves aside.

Kang Jian and Yang Fugui also held a sleeve, they were unwilling to sit in the car and insisted on going outside, Xia Zhaoyi didn't force it.

The carriage went along the ancient Junbei Village to the southeast narrow road, and except for occasionally reining in the horse to turn in a different direction, Kang Jian and Yang Fugui kept their hands in their sleeves in the extra time.

Two hours later, the carriage passed through the southeast narrow road and started heading south. Xia Zhaoyi gradually became sleepy when he heard their chatting outside. Just as he was leaning on the soft pillow and was about to fall asleep, there was the sound of horseshoes in the wind and snow ahead.

Kang Jian and Yang Fugui frowned as they watched the horses running towards them in the night.

The people on the opposite side stopped when they saw them, and one of them said, "It really is the windward lamp of the carriage."

The carriage didn't stop, and kept moving forward at its original speed.

The distance between the two sides was shortened, and the wind and snow were vast and vast, blowing among them.

When there were only twenty feet away, the man on the horse shouted loudly: "Who is coming?!"

Yang Fugui couldn't tell, but Kang Jian immediately said that he had a Jiangnan accent.

"Who are you?" Kang Jian asked back.

"Where do you come from?" the man immediately said again.

"Where are you from?" Kang Jian continued to ask, pulling his hand out of the sleeve.

Hearing this, one person suddenly felt uncomfortable, and shouted first: "If you are not honest, don't even think about getting past this!"

"Come on," Kang Jian looked at Yang Fugui, "Practice your eloquence, go back fiercely, you won't lose if you lose!"

How dare Yang Fugui.

"Don't be afraid," Kang Jian said softly, "There is Miss Ali and me, this is Miss Ali!"

"...What's wrong with me." Xia Zhaoyi couldn't help but said.

Kang Jian looked embarrassed and thought she was asleep.

"Stop!" Seeing that the carriage hadn't stopped, the people on the opposite side felt a sense of disobedience and irritability that made them eager to make a move.

"Quick!" Kang Jian urged Yang Fugui, "Go back!"

Yang Fugui pursed his lower lip, but he was still tongue-tied when he opened his mouth.

He had been a refugee for several months before, and at one point he was so hungry that only a piece of skin remained.There are days when there is no meal and you have to bow your head and obey others' orders, which can wear away all the arrogance and arrogance in a person's bones.

Several people on the opposite side showed their weapons.

"Don't blame us for being impolite!" said one person, and immediately came to flatter the horse.

Yang Fugui trembled courageously, and immediately went to grab the weapon.

"Miss Ali!" Kang Jian turned his head towards the carriage and said.

"Yes." Xia Zhaoyi said.

Yang Fugui clenched his weapon tightly, he didn't understand what the "um" meant, and when he was about to ask a question, Kang Jian suddenly raised his whip, and the two painful horses galloped away.

The people on the opposite side didn't expect him to speed up when he said speed up, and before he could adjust his posture, he saw the burly coachman flicking his whip and hitting him.

Not enough to fall, but it made him very embarrassed.

Xia Zhaoyi grabbed the carriage to stabilize his figure, but the snow was not only slippery, but also full of buried stones, so it was very bumpy.

A long gun suddenly pierced in from the outside of the car window.

Xia Zhaoyi quickly leaned back to avoid it, raised his hand to grab the spear, and stuck it towards another window with his strength.

One is the force of the carriage rushing forward, and the other is the force of the spear owner piercing in. The two directly lead the spear owner away from the mount if he is too late to let go.

Immediately there was a plop, his hand left the handle of the gun due to the fall, and he also rolled forward, a layer of skin was worn off his cheek.

The people who followed him were turned upside down by his people, and they also followed them.

Yang Fugui shouted "Hello" and waved the weapon in his hand.

Looking up, he saw that Kang Jian was whipping again, and hit the other attacker.

There were not many people in total, and they were left behind in an instant.

Xia Zhaoyi threw the spear out.

"Miss Ali," Kang Jian turned his head, and said solemnly, "They all speak with a Jiangnan accent."

"It's the Marquis of Jing'an." Xia Zhaoyi's voice came from the carriage.

Kang Jian couldn't remember who the Marquis of Jing'an was for a while, but he thought for a while: "It turned out to be him?"

"Jiangnan accent, there are a lot of people, and the spears were made by the army ten years ago. Right now, the downstream state is heavily guarded, and it is about to explode. It can still be rampant and arrogant in the current Youzhou. Except for Jing'anhou, there is no one else."

"It turned out to be him!" Kang Jian said again, his tone completely changed.

After finishing speaking, he looked up and saw the lights in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Ali, there is an inn."

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