win the hairpin

"Excuse me?" Hu Jinyu looked at Song Huiyue, the shrewdness on his face was suppressed, and a smile appeared on his face.

Song Huiyue drove straight into Hu's parents and brought him to this place. It took him a long time to calm himself down.

He stumbled all the way to bring Song Huiyue from Dingzhou to this place. Although he took the business road, the two countries were at war, and the business road was not safe. There had been four conflicts before he arrived here.

Now I still have to borrow a way that I have never traveled before.

He felt that Song Huiyue had gone crazy, only a lunatic would dig three feet to find a soldier who had no hope of surviving, and put himself in a dangerous situation. In the end, all the hard work might be in vain.

But he is at a disadvantage now, he has no way to resist, he can only reason rationally, so as to prevent himself from following them to death.

"The people of the Liao Kingdom live in cart tents. If you want to cross the grassland on the left and go to the high ground of the battlefield, do you know how many Liao people's dome houses you will pass by? The Liao people hate us Han people the same as we treat them. A land that we have never penetrated with money, I dare not go."

After hearing his truth, Song Huiyue nodded and said nothing.

The next day, Tian Jiguang pushed open the door of Hu Jinyu's room early in the morning, and patted his face with the cold back of a knife: "Little master, wake up, we have to hurry."

Hu Jinyu was startled, quickly got up from the bed, bent over to put on her shoes: "Where are you going?"

Tian Jiguang said with a smile: "Go and reason with the Fanren, and take the opportunity to take a walk."

"Crazy!" Hu Jinyu's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, "That's not the way of business, I haven't gone through it, you go by yourself, I won't go."

Tian Jiguang shook the knife: "The eldest lady said that the local dialect of the little master is good, and if you are tired, the little master will come with us again."

He spoke very kindly, but the cold light flashed by the blade made Hu Jinyu unable to open his eyes.

Hu Jinyu knew that he had no room to refuse, so he could only push open the door and go out. Seeing the situation outside, he sighed deeply in his heart.

He Jianghuai's leadership is good, and the courtyard is as usual in chaos and order, rough and fine.

There is a large pot on the left side of the yard, boiling a pot of green soup with herbs and cow dung in it. According to the witch doctor's order, it is boiling hot.

Next to him lay Yu Tongye with a pale face, grinning and sweating profusely, and the witch doctor was rubbing his stomach with murderous methods.

As for the right side, it was He Jianghuai who led the men to tidy up the Taiping cart, hid all the long knives in the Taiping cart, and hid the sharp knife next to him, ready to go.

There was a big table in the middle, and Li Jun was instructing people to serve breakfast, and soon the table was densely packed, with roasted buns, roast lamb, and roast pork, all of which were scorched and fragrant, and a plate of sliced ​​melons was served, followed by a large table. Pot of soufflé tea.

Song Huiyue came out of the room with her turban tied tightly, and took the chair. Li Jun poured her a bowl of tea: "Do you really need me to go with you?"

"No, you wait here for the news and take care of them both." Song Huiyue took a few sips of tea, pierced a melon with a knife to eat, turned her head and waved to Hu Jinyu, "Little master, we will leave after eating."…

Hu Jinyu walked into the murderous courtyard and sat down at the table, feeling that the gas had been blocked from his stomach to his throat, and he couldn't eat anything.

In order to hurry, he had to bite the bullet and stuff four baked buns into his stomach, which made him roll his eyes.

After breakfast, Song Huiyue led the people out.

As July approaches, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The sun shines on the ground, and there are heat waves. Weeds grow wildly in the hot weather. Horse-drawn Taiping vehicles and people rush into the vast green sea, forming a long procession. .

Soon, they saw dozens of white huts. Liao people with bows, arrows and scimitars were herding horses and sheep outside, surrounding the grassland.

Hu Jinyu took out tea leaves and brocade from He Jianghuai's hand, stepped forward, and sincerely expressed that he wanted to pass through here. Fanren accepted the generous gift with a smile on his face, and did not stop him.

However, after the Taiping car passed through, someone immediately stepped up and went to the town to report the news.

He Jianghuai, who fell behind, rode up to catch up with Song Huiyue, and said in a low voice, "They should have reported to the fief of the King of Beiyuan."

Hu Jinyu squinted his eyes to avoid the sun: "The king of the North Courtyard doesn't like Han people. The Hu family also gave him generous gifts at the beginning, hoping that he could cooperate. However, he is very cunning. If he accepts the gifts, he will kill them. Abandoned this business path.”

Song Huiyue nodded, stretched out her hand to drive away the mosquitoes, and scratched her face: "Find a place to ambush and wait for someone to come. Let's borrow a good excuse."

He Jianghuai nodded: "Master Hu will follow me, the grassland is so vast, I'm afraid I'll lose my way."

Hu Jinyu reluctantly got out of the Taiping car, and followed He Jianghuai to find a suitable place to ambush. After identifying the entrance and exit, a group of people hid in the grass with the Taiping car.

Song Huiyue lay dormant slowly, sweating profusely all over her body. The mosquitoes bit off several big red packets on her fingers. She scratched so hard that she bled.

Looking at her, Hu Jinyu always felt that her behavior was naive, similar to that willful child, but looking at her face, her eyes were far sharper than ordinary people, her body was hot, but her blood was cold, and she was frank and murderous Dang, almost a bit confident.

Song Huiyue didn't care about his gaze, she whispered a few words to He Jianghuai beside him, He Jianghuai immediately clenched the knife and nodded.

The weather was getting hotter, Song Huiyue drank a skinny of water, the water couldn't hold in her body, it all turned into sweat and evaporated, He Jianghuai handed her dry food, she barely swallowed two pieces, and felt her throat popping cigarette.

In the evening, the heat started to fade.

Mosquitoes became more and more rampant. Their long mouths were sharp knives, which could pierce through the thin scarf and stab Song Huiyue's face. When Song Huiyue was about to scratch her own face, a team appeared in their eyes.

The leader rode a tall horse, followed by four entourages who also rode horses, and then five or six men with knives, leading more than a dozen Han women by ropes.

These women are strung together with a rope, like cattle and horses in the hands of the Liao people, all exhausted, extremely thirsty, walking forward in disgrace, every step they take, they will feel more desperate.

If they walked too slowly, they would be flogged. Fans beat and scolded in rough voices, and grinning, groped into their clothes with their hands.

The women looked like they were from a good family, and they were so ashamed and angry that they all gritted their teeth and endured it.

One of them had a belly as big as an overripe melon,

Hu Jinyu hid in the grass, closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't bear to watch the actions of these pigs and dogs. He Jianghuai held the knife and gritted his teeth, wishing he could jump out now and stab these animals a few times.

Tian Jiguang looked at Song Huiyue frequently, hoping that she would order to do it.

However, Song Huiyue didn't give an order, but just looked at it expressionlessly, taking all the unbearable things into her big eyes without blinking.

Still too far away.