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Chapter 719
"I told her the general situation of you in Luoyang." Zhou Mingrong said: "From her appearance, she seems to have encountered a difficult situation."

Han Luojun's gaze stayed for a while, which meant that he had heard it.

Zhou Mingrong was rather embarrassed.

There is a small tent in the center of the group tent, next to the main tent, where Qu Yuer rests at night.

The reason why she was treated this way was because Han Luojun treated her differently.Because of Han Luojun's reputation for killing his boss in the early years, no one dared to violate his taboo.Second, Wang Wuzhi and Dou Yan, who were the leaders of the team, were both from noble backgrounds. They were dignified figures in the army and court, so there was no point in bullying a prisoner who couldn't see.

Therefore, even though Qu Yu'er was a serious offender, he did not suffer any extra hardships except for the bumpy carriage and horses on the way to escort.

There were many potholes on the ground, and Han Luojun supported Qu Yuer to make money.

Zhou Mingrong stared blankly for a moment, turned around and was about to go back, and unexpectedly saw the seventh son Dou Cunxu, whom the Dou family placed high hopes on, standing in the shadow of a big tree that was contrasted by the bright light, looking gloomy He stared at Han Luojun and the two who were walking away.

Such an indescribable look in his eyes made Zhou Mingrong, who had seen blood in the killing field, couldn't help but shudder.

Zhou Mingrong immediately looked away, as if being stung by a bee, he searched hard in his mind: among those people who were killed by Han Luojun in a fit of anger, which one could have a relationship with Dou Cunxu?
***
During the great flood in June, Jiang Tao beat the shore.

At this time of year, there are few travelers on the river.Passengers who insist on crossing the river will choose to take the huge ship with deep draft and stable sailing if they are not really cash-strapped. The ferry business is quite difficult to do.

Of course, there are many young people who are adventurous and adventurous, who come together and spend a lot of money to hire local boatmen who are good at water and who are familiar with the climate on the river, so that they can go on the dangerous and deep water.

Most of the boatmen are native villagers in this area. They have lived by the water for generations, fishing and catching shrimps, seeing off passengers by boat, and eating by the river.In every nook and corner along the river, the water flow is slow and fast, the depth of rocks and reefs, and even the weather at four o'clock on the river, the change of morning and evening, all are as clear as the palm of my hand.

Fighting the waves in a light boat may seem dangerous, but most of the time it is safe to return.

Veteran boatman Chen Baoshi recently received a big order.

The guest paid him a lot of money, and he didn't have those deadly preferences such as having to personally steer the oars and dive for fish. The only strange thing was that he was not allowed to mention this trip to anyone, even his parents, wives and children.

It's not that Chen Baoshi didn't complain, but there's nothing he can do about it.He hid the gold in the jar where his wife kept pickles in the kitchen.A jar of pickles newly opened in Kaifeng, at least ten days and a half months to eat.If I can come back safely, I can still take out the gold without anyone knowing, and I will slowly make up a reason to explain the source of the gold in the future.If they can't come back, with this money, the whole family will not go hungry in the future.

After arranging all this, he took fresh water and dry food, and set off with an oar.

The guests don't talk much, and occasionally they have to answer, but they are also very brief.Most of the time, it was Chen Baoshi who told him about the geology and water conditions along the river in Mandarin with a strong local accent.

"Where is the Wangjiang Tower?" the guest asked.

It was a young man with a pale face, wearing a hooded cloak, with a thick-ridged long knife under his feet, and the hood hung down, covering most of his face, revealing a sharp silhouette from time to time.

Chen Bao has practiced boating for many years, and he has seen quite a few people, but he has never seen a man with such an outstanding appearance.He is tall and has long legs, so it feels like he can't do anything in this narrow one-leaf boat.

"That's right." Looking back at the Cuanjian Pavilion standing on a very high mountain rock, Chen Baoshi said with a smile: "The pavilion is tall and you can see far. I heard that you have good eyesight. Standing on it, you can see all the way into the palace. There is no one there." I really saw it. Does the guest want to go up and have a look?"

"Ah."

"There is still more than half a mile of waterway ahead, and there is a small road to go up the mountain." Chen Baoshi said, "It's only a little steep."

"It's Bona."

The old boatman has good arm strength and knows how to sail the boat. With a light stroke of the oars, the light boat shoots away with an arrow. There are very few waves, and it almost leaves the water and sails in the air.

Before reaching the mountain pass, the bow of the boat lightened, and the man in black jumped up and down, and stood on the mountain road covered by weeds in a blink of an eye.

A brown belt winds up, half of the mountain contains green and half of the mountain is rocky.

Chen Baoshi looked up, and saw that black figure from the back, like a monkey or a crane, leaping among the mountains, and climbed to the peak several times.Leaning on a fence facing the wind at a very high place, overlooking the great river, Wei Wei's momentum makes knees weak, and it directly dims the shining sun and the scenery of the river.

Jin Yanchen pulled down his hood and looked far into the distance, with a panoramic view of both sides of the river.

From Luoyang to Jianghuai, there is a ready-made land route. Mu Cangping had to take a big bend, take Xunyang, take a boat to the outside of Jiankang City, and finally landed and turned to Chuzhou.

What's so strange about this?
***
Mu Dian felt like a monkey.

Ever since Chang Qianfo took her by the hand to enter Gu'an Hall, and now I have eaten two cups of tea, the number of people passing by has not decreased but increased, and they will all look at her intentionally or unintentionally.

Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, Mu Dianke poked his foot out from the hem of his skirt, stepped on the toe of Chang Qianfo's buckskin boots, crushed it hard twice, and quickly withdrew.

All blamed this person, walked well, insisted on holding her hand, and even said that she was afraid that she would fall.The smooth and smooth stone pavement is built, afraid that she will not be able to walk steadily?Who believes his nonsense.

Chang Qianfo took a sip of tea with a smile, calmly, and chatted with Mo Cangcang: "... When I came here last year, I was still laying the groundwork. This year, I have managed well. Brother Gantang is very fast in his work. Just look at the one who went in. People are little bricks, right? A child grows like a bamboo joint, and it changes from year to year."

Mo Cangcang was dumbfounded: What about children?Didn't you grab candy strings from other children last year, so you're pretending to be old?
Mo Cangcang didn't say anything, not because of the sake of saving Quanchang Qianfo's face, but because he saw that his father was not far away from the door.

In private, he dared to roll up his sleeves to fight Chang Qianfo, but in front of his father, he dared not say anything against Chang Qianfo.

"This way please." Mo Yichan's voice came from outside the door.

In response, an old man with gray hair walked in, about sixty years old, dressed in commoner clothes and black shoes, calm and relaxed.There is nothing long in the body, but there is Jiang Hai in the eyes, and you can know the background at a glance.

Mo Yichan then entered the door and bowed respectfully to Chang Qianfo: "My lord, this is the steward of the Rong Mansion in Mo Lane, Uncle Hong."

Rong Yi resigned from his position and left his job at home. It would not be appropriate to call him Rong Xiang or Prince Consort.He simply skipped the title, walked forward in two steps, and stood behind Chang Qianfo without any haste or panic: "...this is the young master of our hall."

"Late-born Chang Qian Buddha."

It is not convenient for Chan to call him by his name. Chang Qianfo got up and reported his family name to meet Hong Bo.His heart is as clear as his, and he knows that this is the person beside Rong Yi as soon as he hears it.

I'm afraid, they still came for Mu Dianke.

Sure enough, after the hatchback ceremony was over, Uncle Hong turned his gaze to Mu Dianke: "...this, is Miss Mu Si?"

It's really like that one.

Liu Qingwu passed away many years ago, the reason Hong Bo still remembers her face clearly is because such a charm and attitude are rare among people.

Liu Qingwu naturally has a sad attitude, and she frowns before she speaks. With such a good appearance and gentle temper, people pity her so much that she can't bear to offend her a little.

Mu Dianke was indifferent, his brows and eyes were distant, making people afraid to get close.

It is said that a beautiful woman is like a flower, one should be seen in the water or in the mist, and enjoy it gracefully.Mu Dianke and Liu Qingwu are very similar in appearance and body shape, which makes the two distinctly different attitudes show a similar and indistinguishable charm.

No wonder Liu Yan lost her composure.

Hong Bo thought to himself, if he hadn't heard a gentle mention before, he would have been prepared, and he might have been horrified when he first saw it.

"My young master invites Miss Fourth to come over to the house for a talk."

　There have been too many things recently, and my body can't bear it.My heart rate was disturbed and my head was dizzy all day yesterday.Manuscripts written by force are more discarded than retained, and they are not satisfied.Please excuse me for a few days off.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)