Yu Jun

Jiaxian County is [-] miles away from Heshan County Guanyi.

Wu Jin sprinted non-stop on the official road—wanted to run wildly, but couldn't, if she finished in one breath, the thirty miles would be endless.

The sky was gray and gloomy, the ground was covered with shadows of trees, and there was no one living there. The wind blew like ten thousand crossbows, blowing Wu Jin's hair into a mess.

He just walked, sweat brushed over his face over and over again, rushed into his eyes, dripped into his mouth, his arms were red and swollen, and the branches Chang Long tied had already moved, but they were still firmly tied to his arms, oppressing him. His arms looked like they were going to explode.

The sky gradually turned dark blue, then cyan again, the sky was about to brighten, Wu Jin was extremely tired, her legs and feet dragged heavily on the ground, she didn't dare to sit down and rested, and only rushed to Jia County.

It was already noon when we arrived in Jia County.

His face was unkempt, the blood on his clothes was covered by muddy water, and his eyes were bloodshot. Passers-by avoided him. He asked people about the shop, and someone pointed out the location, so he immediately moved forward step by step.

There is no post coupon—but in Kuanzhou, which belongs to Jiaxian County, the people in the shop must know Mo Qianlan’s name. If they know that Kuanzhou’s autumn grain has been robbed, the county magistrate of Jiaxian County will send the news to Kuanzhou Prefecture urgently, and Mo Qianlan will get it. Know the news.

He walked with difficulty, and let a carriage block his way. He was looking up to find a way, when he suddenly saw Yin Bei.

Yin Bei stood outside the carriage, lifted the curtain, leaned out alone, and got out of the carriage not too quickly—it was Zhao Shiheng!

Wu Jin's eyes suddenly widened, her body and mind were shaken violently, she couldn't believe her eyes: "Sir?"

"Sir!" He suddenly raised his voice, and then ran towards the carriage like crazy, "Mr. Zhao!"

Both Yin Bei and Zhao Shiheng came over according to their prestige. Yin Bei made a very defensive posture at first, but then he stared his two eyeballs so that they almost fell out of their sockets: "Wu Jin?"

An unrecognizable, bruised, unkempt Wu Jin.

Zhao Shiheng strode towards Wu Jin, walking in a hurry, his limp was obvious, his usual calm face was also shocked, he stretched out his hand to support Wu Jin, and then looked at Wu Jin's right hand: "What's the matter?" ?”

Wu Jin's body was heavy, but his voice floated into Zhao Shiheng's ears lightly: "Heshan County Posthouse, the thieves robbed Qiuliang and captured Lingfeng."

Zhao Shiheng froze on the spot, and at the same time turned his head to look at Yin Bei, who was also horrified. He suddenly came back to his senses, let go of Wu Jin's hand, hurriedly took out the coupon from his sleeve pocket, and stuffed it into Yin Bei's hand: "Go quickly!" Delivery shop, send a letter to the uncle!"

"Oh," Yin Bei was still astonished, took the post ticket, and suddenly woke up, "Oh!"

He ran away to deliver the letter. Zhao Shiheng asked his attendants to pick up the luggage and follow him. He squeezed Wu Jin's hand again and helped him to the inn. He wanted to take him to heal his wounds and wash up. Seeing the roughness of Wu Jin's palm.

He is obviously a scribe, but his hands are full of calluses, covering all the joints of his fingers, which are the traces of hard work and hard work to survive.

Wu Jin followed Zhao Shiheng, stepped over the threshold of the inn, and suddenly asked, "Why are you here, sir?"

What a coincidence.

Zhao Shiheng beckoned the man to come over, and said: "After you left, the city has changed. The Jiedu envoy saw that the girl didn't bring the cloak that the girl usually wears, nor the mink and the rabbit, so he asked me to rush to see you off." Come on, I've been running around for days, and I'm about to fall apart."

Wu Jin gave a vague "Yes", and didn't have the energy to think about it carefully to explain the doubts in her heart.

There were not many people in the inn. After Zhao Shiheng took out the money, the clerk immediately called for a doctor attentively, led Zhao and Wu into the backyard, and picked out a good room for them to rest.

While waiting for the hot water and the doctor, the servant put the luggage on the table, and Wu Jin sat quietly in the chair, her spirit also fell silent with exhaustion. There was a strange smell floating in the room, like frankincense commonly used in inns, but mixed with it There was a fishy smell of water.

Zhao Shiheng lifted the lid of the incense burner, and saw that there was a defective "black couch" in the frankincense inside. It must be because of the change of color after being damp, that's why there was such a fishy smell.

He buried the incense in the incense ash with a copper chopstick, and looked back at Wu Jin - Wu Jin's expression was on the verge of collapse, and he could only hold his breath. His right hand and even his fingers were swollen to a terrible extent, which was shocking.

Zhao Shiheng couldn't bear to watch.

If the broken bone is properly connected, it will eventually grow back, but Wu Jin will also miss the spring of next spring.

He has known Wu Jin for two full years, and he has thoroughly understood this upstanding and upright young man. Every move of Wu Jin will not be unexpected. Only this severed arm is the iron proof of his dark and sneaky behavior.

Walking to Wu Jin's side, he whispered, "Go to sleep, we will do the rest."

Since the second night of October, it has been three days since the robbery happened at the Heshan County Posthouse, and Mo Qianlan, the governor of Kuanzhou Prefecture, who arrived faster than Jezhou Prefecture, and Mo Qianlan borrowed from the fort to suppress One hundred elite soldiers of the bandit.

A group of people traveled day and night, hundreds of miles a day, and rushed to Heshan County at noon on the fifth day of October.

The elite soldiers did not enter Jeju, but camped directly at the junction of the two counties, where Zhao Shiheng had the authority to command, while Mo Qianlan led his entourage and entered the Heshan county government first.

When the county government office in Heshan County was first built, it was sloppy and complete, but with the passage of time, it has become difficult to hide its embarrassment everywhere.

Even though it has been repaired, there is no money in the county, and the repairs are sloppy. Only the front of the lobby still retains a majestic image. From the second hall, the cold wind is aggressive, piercing through the rotten wood, door cracks, and window edges. It is difficult for people to maintain their demeanor.

At this moment, brand new thick cloth curtains were hung on all four doors in the second hall. Inside the curtains was a large charcoal basin filled with fiery red charcoal, making the room as warm as a spring day. Seal it tightly.

The head of the house has been replaced by Mo Qianlan from the magistrate.

Mo Qianlan was especially afraid of the cold, even though there was so much charcoal fire, his hands and feet were as cold as pig iron, a long-lasting cold stagnated in his internal organs, and his heart was as hard as ice, and he couldn't get warm no matter what.

He was wearing a cloak, holding a thin piece of paper in his hand, the writing on it was ugly and unrestrained, but every word had a weight - ten thousand pennies weighed tens of thousands of catties.

The bandits demanded [-] guan, no bank notes or silver, but only copper coins. If the money was not delivered before the sixth day of October, Mo Lingfeng's body would be returned.

When Mo Qianlan arrived, the road in Jeju Prefecture hadn't even been paved, and Zhang Gongfeng and the county magistrate of Heshan County went around to raise money, but they didn't even raise a thousand guan.

Zhang Gongfeng sat on the second seat, stretching out his hand to bring tea, his face was full of sorrow, his thoughts were ups and downs, his fingers pinched the thin porcelain cup, and he didn't bring the tea to his mouth for a long time.

He was afraid of Mo Qianlan——Mo Qianlan once broke Jinshang's hand and sneaked into Kuanzhou. He looked like a useless person, but in fact, no one knew how far his hand stretched out.

He was also worried about Mo Lingfeng - if he came back alive, would he still be able to take him away?

Everyone is sad, so his face is no different from ordinary people, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

The county magistrate Zhou Sheng was in the last seat, and he told Mo Qianlan that he had cleaned up the post recently, rescued five students, and raised another thousand dollars.

At the same time, he also found out where the thief was-this is something that everyone knows.

That thousand coins is even more useless.