The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

He has annoyed the young master so many times before, will the grass on the graves grow taller than a person next year?

Three people in a carriage, each with his own thoughts.

Chang Guan was secretly afraid, Han Shiyan was secretly happy, and Gu Shiwei was secretly thinking.

Although Han Shiyan was very clear about Xiao Yu's identity, he had never been in the Privy Council before, and unlike Zhao Jin, the third son of King Qi, who served in the Guoxin Office, he should have never met Xiao Yu like her.

So it is worth debating whether the Xiao Yu in front of him is really anxious, or whether someone has a pseudonym.

The convoy finally descended from Songmaoling before dark. There was a village at the foot of the mountain called Shiji Village.

Han Shiyan jumped off the carriage and turned toward the Northern Dynasty envoys who had set up camp. He slightly raised his lips and glanced at Gu Shiwei, "It seems that the Songmaoling incident is very effective. Our guests no longer are picky. , making a lot of noise."

Gu Shiwei followed his gaze and nodded, "It's all because the Xixia people took action too late, otherwise our journey would have been much easier."

As Gu Shinwei said, she suddenly heard a burst of laughter in her ears. She turned around and saw Zhao Jin, the third son of King Qi, walking towards the two of them.

"We have had many dealings with the people of the Northern Dynasties, but this is the first time we have seen them so well-mannered. It would be great if Han Yushi and Gu Mingren could come to our Guoxin Office." Zhao Jin spoke very gently, and he was so polite. People feel the same.

Since Mr. Fu left, Sun Siwu has been arranging the affairs of the escort team, while Zhao Jin has been solely responsible for the logistics.

Although he is usually silent and has no sense of presence, his ability to do things is impressive.

After getting along with him these days, Gu Shiwei saw that he was much more friendly.

"Han Yushi likes to eat sweets. There is a grandma named Jiang in the third house before entering the village in Shiji Village. The pine nut candy she makes is the most authentic."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the tallest building in the village, which was a two-story small tower. "Although there is no big inn here, there is a letter tower. Passing messengers can stay here to deliver messages." "

"We have to move forward with baggage, and we can't run as fast as a messenger can come alone. Almost every time we go down to Songmaoling, we are close to receiving new news from Bianjing. The tower guard's name is Uncle Guo .”

"He also keeps homing pigeons. If you two want to send a message, you can go there directly."

Zhao Jin smiled as he spoke and walked closer.

"Brother Wu Jiang said just now that he wanted to get the letter, so he took a step forward. I'm afraid he's coming back soon."

"The journey has been boring recently. I have also compiled some experience in dealing with people from the Northern Dynasties. I am not as good as Mr. Fu, and I don't have the skills of the two of them. I just treat it as a piece of advice..."

Zhao Jin was halfway through speaking, but was directly interrupted by Han Shiyan.

"Zhao Sanlang, how long are you going to keep talking so politely? I've seen you crying when you were a child, and I've seen you knocked unconscious from the toilet and put in a cage. There's no room for politeness anymore."

Zhao Jin's eyes panicked, and he almost couldn't maintain his expression.

He looked at Han Shiyan, then at Gu Shiwei, his face suddenly turned red, "Where did I cry when I was a child? And Mao..."

Zhao Jin really couldn't say the word "toilet". He spread his hands and simply broke the jar and threw it.

Just thinking about what happened before, Zhao Jin was filled with grief and anger.

It was not good for the snake exorcist to knock him out somewhere, but in the toilet. If this matter was spread back to Bianjing, others might laugh at him! If he didn't act politely, the people in front of him wouldn't know how to tease him rudely!

Unexpectedly, he was worried all the way, but Han Shiyan still didn't let him go!

Zhao Jin thought about it and looked at Han Shiyan angrily, "Han Yushi himself didn't introduce the evidence when he spoke, so how could he still talk about me? If I wasn't like this, how could I make a living in the Guoxin Institute! You again It's not that I don't know, I am a commoner and it's difficult to get along at home." Gu Shiwei listened with interest.

She suddenly remembered that Zhao Jin was the third son of King Qi and Han Shiyan was the only son of the eldest princess. In terms of relative relationship, they were cousins.

Han Shiyan shook his head when he heard this, "Is it possible for an official to be divided into concubines and concubines? Why are you still wrapping your brain with a footband?"

Zhao Jin was so angry that he fell down when he heard this!

Speaking of foot-wrapped cloths, he thought again of the smelly cloth stuffed in his mouth. He almost suspected that Han Shiyan was deliberately talking about him.

He thought and raised his hands, "I can't defeat you, so I'll give you the upper hand!"

Zhao Jin thought about it, took out a pamphlet from his arms, and handed it to Han Shiyan. This booklet still has a strong fragrance of ink, and it is brand new. At first glance, it seems that Zhao Jin has just made it.

"I wrote it down silently. There may be some omissions, but I have tried my best. Take it and read it. If there is anything you don't understand, ask me directly. The task here is arduous. We are about to reach the border. The next journey is We are about to enter the Northern Dynasty."

"I feel uneasy about this trip. This intuition of danger has saved me many times in the past."

When Zhao Jin said this, he secretly glanced at Han Shiyan and Gu Shiwei, and was slightly relieved to see that both of them looked calm and showed no contempt.

"Is it straightforward enough for me to say this? I have thought about it. When we enter the Northern Dynasty, you will fight hard, and I will take care of the smooth dealings..."

Zhao Jin lowered his voice as he spoke, "The Northern Dynasties are not monolithic..."

Gu Shiwei listened carefully, but he heard the cuckoo's call from the tree.

She felt something in her heart and hugged the two of them, "I'll go on a patrol first so I won't delay your discussion."

As Gu Shinwei said that, he walked towards the village. After walking not far, he came to an abandoned house.

I don't know how old this house is, but it looks like there was a fire and it was burned into ruins, and it became abandoned over time.

Gu Shinwei whistled, and An Hui's little brain popped out from the break in the room.

"I heard the cuckoo chirping earlier and knew you were looking for me. But is there any news from Bianjing? Are they okay in Shili?"

An Hui shook her head expressionlessly, "It's okay in Shili. I received a letter from a friend of the original poster. The one who lives in Taishi Jiang's house."

Gu Shiwei was stunned for a moment, and a name blurted out, "Li Mingfang?"

Since meeting Li Mingfang at the Wang family's wedding banquet that day, she has never seen her again.

Li Ming could only marry her childhood sweetheart, and her husband's family was from a wealthy family. What she wanted to do was too dangerous, and she didn't want to involve her and make it difficult for her to do it in the Jiang family. I haven't looked for her again for so many days.

Li Mingfang spent so much effort to send her a message at this stall, something important must have happened.

Gu Shiwei thought and took the letter from An Hui.