The king will never go to court

Chapter 224 Chapter 233: Discover the Secret
The spring breeze is warm at night, and the snow sea at the northern foot of Xuelong Mountain is still rolling with the wind, sprinting on the huge steep wall like a huge wave.

The city pass between the mountain walls has been covered with snow for many years, and it has long been connected with the protruding mountains on both sides.

The little bonfires under the four-tiered city wall, surrounded by dozens of scattered soldiers wrapped in coarse cloaks exhaling stale air, made this place look alive.

Although it is already spring, the air-conditioning at the foot of Xuelong Mountain does not seem to have weakened by half.

Under the southernmost city wall of Xuelong City, a middle-aged soldier about more than 30 years old raised the heavy curtain of the inn, poked his head out to look at the hazy sky, and let out a long sigh. "Those who travel south will have to work as hard as in previous years."

The soldier looked to the south, and there was a vast expanse of grass growing and warblers flying. The official road paved with bluestones that came here had long been covered with greenery and could not be distinguished from the fields on both sides.

But at this moment, it is snowing.

"Yu Ming, how is the situation in the south?" A rough voice came from the inn.

The soldier named Yu Ming hurriedly put down the door curtain, and looked back at the noisy crowd behind him.

It suddenly snowed overnight, and the blizzard closed the mountain, and the canyons and official roads going south were blocked.

Xuelong City remained as the only place for this group of business travelers traveling from south to north and the soldiers of the Qian Kingdom who went south to recruit.

They have already gathered a lot of people, goods and convoys outside Xuelong City.

"The road is still blocked by heavy snow, and the sky is full of snow, what a ghostly weather." The soldier raised his head and replied upstairs with a serious face.

"What should we do? If it still doesn't clear up, we won't be able to rush back to Baiyan City."

The low-ranking military officer in armor upstairs leaned on the guardrail on the second floor, and let out a long sigh along the just-closed door curtain.

"Yes, General Li is still waiting for us in Baiyan." The soldier shook his head helplessly, and slowly walked up the stairs on the edge of the inn lobby to the second floor.

"The snow keeps falling, and it's getting bigger and bigger, and it doesn't seem to stop at all."

Although it was already spring, a group of soldiers gathered around the fire on the second floor lost their energy when they heard the sound from the stairs.

Earlier, some of them heard from the inn clerk that Snow Dragon City would be blocked by heavy snow in this season every year, but only for a few days, but I don't know how long it will last this time.

The leader, a low-ranking military officer, wiped the wine stains on the stubble of his chin with his palm. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Glancing at the disappointed expression of his companions around him made him even more angry.

On the other side, the soldier who came up from the stairs took off the black cloak tied around his body, bit the bullet, and lowered his voice, "Brother Wang, why don't we."

"No!" The low-ranking military officer resolutely refused without waiting for the other party to finish speaking.

"But" a young soldier sitting on the other side put down the hot tea he had just taken, turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"I also know that everyone is worried, but if something unexpected happens in this snowy day, it doesn't matter if everyone dies in a different place, but what about everyone's family?"

The military officer surnamed Wang turned around, and his worried expression swept over the nineteen comrades in front of the table.

"If the snow keeps falling, the time to return to Baiyan City will be missed. General Li will definitely not spare us."

Ling Ming put his hands on the slowly rising white air from the hot tea, and the white air scattered along the gap between his calloused fingers.

"No, I've only waited for two days, and I haven't seen the nobleman remind me. After all, there's nothing the big guys can do about God's temper."

Military officer surnamed Wang sat back at the table, trying to comfort everyone.

Their group of 120 comrades returned all the way from the northern border pass, and currently less than half of them are left. They hope to return to Baiyan City, which is [-] miles away to the south, as soon as possible, so that they can settle their business as soon as possible.

When everyone heard this, although they were helpless, their expressions softened a little.

In other words, although the noble person in the population is young, he is from a well-known rich family in Baiyan Prefecture.

The hundred-year-old clans are distributed in various counties and towns in Baiyan Prefecture, and in recent decades, they have been married to three generations of the Zhang family in the capital city.

Although this nobleman is a descendant of a concubine from a side branch of the Li family, he has been with General Li since he was a child, so he naturally became the leader of the team outside the distant pass.

Although everyone had some speculation about the trip in private, they lost half of their comrades in a surprise attack in northern Xinjiang. Fortunately, the defenders of the capital city came out to respond, otherwise the 120 people might have died under the cavalry of the pursuing soldiers.

In the backyard of the inn, a young man with the appearance of a scholar in blue was standing quietly in the snow, staring at the sky absently, letting the tiny snow petals fall on his shoulders and stick to his long black hair.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, there are densely packed soldiers standing in the corridors on all sides.

One of the middle-aged strong men was wrapped in a black cloak, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with black circles around his eyes, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for many days.

This middle-aged man was naturally Zhang Zheng, the defense commander of Xuelong City. As long as he stomped his feet, the whole Xuelong City would tremble.

But he was still very humble in front of the scribe in the courtyard. "My lord, how about I send more soldiers to escort you to Baiyan Prefecture."

The scribe frowned slightly, but did not say a word, still looking up at the sky.

Looking from a distance now, it looks like a snowman.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond at all, Zhang Zheng tried to muster up his courage again, opened his mouth slightly, but still swallowed the words.

Although he is the garrison commander of Xuelong City, he is very self-aware. In front of the Wang's Mansion in Xuelong City, he is just the guard of Zhuangzi outside the city of his master.

If it weren't for the relationship with the Wang family, Xuelong City, as the county seat in the middle of the southern state of Qianguo, would not be able to bastard the commander of the garrison general.

"Your kindness, I already know"

The green-clothed scribe narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little sleepy, shook the snow on his body, and then glanced at the square-inch gold box under his feet that had already been covered with a thick layer of snow and ice.

"How long has it been snowing?"

"My lord," Zhang Zheng leaned over and replied. "Two days."

"So it's been two days!"

The green-clothed scribe suddenly opened his eyes and stared at his feet, his tone still calm. "Starting tomorrow, you order the soldiers in the city to prepare enough ice cubes. There can only be more, never less!"

"Yes, the next official will definitely handle it properly, and never let adults bother."

Zhang Zheng bowed to the bottom, bending his body extremely low.

"Go."

The green-clothed scribe slowly squatted down, gently stroked the snowflakes around the gold box with his hand, and put his palm on the gold box, trying to feel the temperature inside the box.

Feeling a chill slowly oozing out of the box, he felt relieved, slowly exhaled a mouthful of stale air, and walked back to the room under the corridor.

Before the snow, the scribes in green shirts ordered Zhang Zheng to send multiple cavalry to Baiyan City.

There should have been a reply two days ago, but there was still no news, which attracted Zhang Zheng to report the news for several days in a row.

Fortunately, the green-clothed scribe did not enter the Xuelong Mountains in advance. Although he wanted to return to Baiyan City as soon as possible, it would be even more dangerous if he was trapped in the snow-capped mountains.

The purpose of staying for a few days is to let Xuelong City prepare enough ice cubes to preserve the important things in the gold box intact. It was exchanged by dozens of Bai Yanzhou soldiers with their lives. My friend Li Ann almost lost half his life because of this thing.

At this time, the scholar in green shirt had already changed into a clean robe and sat back in the room by the incense burner.

Looking at the snow particles falling in the sky outside the corridor eaves, and the gradually dimming sky as far as the eyes can see, he sighed helplessly. "Where is Captain Feng?"

The soldier waiting outside the door hastily replied, "Lieutenant Feng went outside the inn to check the road conditions."

"call him"

The green-shirted scribe narrowed his eyes again, raising his spirits.

After a while, the low-ranking military officers who had just had tea with a group of colleagues on the second floor of the inn walked quickly to the backyard.

The person who came was none other than Xiaowei Feng, the commander in chief of this group of soldiers from Baiyan City.

Under the gaze of his comrades in the corridor of the backyard, Xiaowei Feng hurriedly slowed down, walked gently to the door of the scholar's house in blue and asked in a low voice. "My lord, are you calling the officer?"

The one in front of him is really amazing, if it wasn't for Guanshi Li's serious injury, it would be impossible for the young man in front of him to accompany them.

Captain Feng only knew that the young man in front of him was a powerful nobleman in Xuebei Prefecture.

Therefore, when I came to the door, I became more respectful.

As if he didn't hear the other party's voice, the green-clothed scribe slowly moved his body, straightened himself up with both hands, and lowered his head again.

Captain Feng had to wait quietly at the door, not daring to make any noise, so as not to disturb the rest of the true god in front of him.

Since entering Xuelong City, more than 50 people in their group have entered this secluded inn in the south of the city.

But unexpectedly, there are more and more people in the front yard, all of whom are martial artists.

Originally, Zhang Zheng, the defender of Xuelong City, was going to drive away all the guests in the inn.

But the literati in green shirts didn't want to cause extra problems.

In desperation, Zhang Zheng could only mobilize more than a hundred guards in the city to guard the yard and around the inn in rotation day and night.

I don't know how long it took, probably because of the cold wind at the door, the green-clothed scribe suddenly woke up and rubbed his forehead with his right hand.

Looking at Captain Feng standing at the door, he shook his head slightly, trying to wake himself up.

Seeing this, Xiaowei Feng hurriedly picked up a cup of hot tea and handed it over.

The scholar in green shirt took the hot tea in front of him, took a sip, and nodded helplessly. "You will tell me later that everyone should rest and eat well in the past two days. I plan to leave for Baiyan City in two days."

Xiaowei Feng nodded his head fiercely, and in response, he bowed and saluted, and slowly left the room.

Seeing that the snowflakes in the sky still didn't stop, Captain Feng could only shake his head helplessly after walking hundreds of steps away, leaving only the defenders of Xuelong City and a few of his confidant soldiers still guarding under the eaves of the courtyard, and went Follow the instructions of the green shirt scribe to inform.

It was already dark, but the north wind still creaked the doors and windows.

In the past few days, the scholar in green shirt hadn't taken off his robe, until late at night, he sat on the grand teacher's chair facing the door and slowly closed his eyes.

The Taishi chair under the body was specially prepared for him by Zhang Zheng, the guard of Xuelong City, who moved from his own residence in the government office in the city.

Although there are soldiers guarding the courtyard day and night, the scribes in green shirts are still not at ease. Two days and two nights are as usual. Head south.

"My lord, are you sure that these people will escort you to Baiyan Prefecture?"

At this moment, when the spring breeze was blowing, Zhang Zheng looked at a convoy of more than [-] people in armor, and asked directly if he had any doubts.

Before the voice dissipated, Zhang Zheng immediately realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. Looking at the more than 20 carriages full of ice cubes, and the Bai Yan soldiers on both sides of the carriages guarding them with horses, he hurriedly bowed to apologize.

"General Zhang, you are a garrison general. Don't do that." The green-clothed scribe raised his opponent up with both hands.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two parted ways.

This line of more than 20 carriages was caught in the southward caravan and walked slowly.

After traveling for more than half a day, although the road was covered with snow, fortunately, there were two very strong military horses in front of each carriage.

Although the driving was relatively slow, mainly due to the heavy ice in the car, the green-shirted scribe and his party walked relatively safely.

The green-clothed scribe occasionally raised the curtain of the car to glance at the distant mountains, and wherever he looked, the white snow began to melt.

The peaks of the distant mountains are still white one after another, and the white peaks rise and fall one after another. Even the giant trees visible to the naked eye on the mountainside are covered in white snow, which shows that the weather going south is still very bad.

Fortunately, the salt-like snow particles have slowed down, and the snow on the road is relatively smooth under the pressure of the wheels, and it has not turned into a situation like a fast-moving caravan ahead, stumbling around.

"My lord, you stay in the car for a while."

Captain Feng saw that the road in front of the convoy was blocked by a caravan that had slipped and fell, he received a nod from the green-clothed scribe, and immediately rode his horse slowly forward to check.

After the convoy stopped, the green-clothed scribe walked towards the carriage, came to the carriage immediately in front of him, carefully looked at the gold box wrapped in ice in the carriage, and didn't pay attention to the four or five things in the distance. The situation a hundred paces away.

The guard on the other side of the car hurried forward to check, thinking that there was an accident, he immediately opened the window.

The scholar in blue just drove around the car several times without saying a word, and waved his hand to signal the soldier to close the window again.

"Fortunately, this group of caravans walked ahead of us, otherwise the carriages of our front team might fall down."

After Feng Xiaowei surveyed the situation in the south, he came to report quickly.

"What's going on?" The green-clothed scribe who just turned around and got into the car asked back.

"Due to the sudden drop in temperature, the bottom layer of snow has started to freeze."

Captain Feng answered with a bow. "I have ordered the front team to pay attention to the caravan that slipped and fell in front, and just go around slowly to their left."

The green-clothed scribe ignored it and sat back in the carriage.Not long after, the convoy began to move forward slowly again.

In less than an hour, the green-clothed scribe always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know where it was.

He glanced out of the window along the gap in the car curtain, always feeling that he was being watched.

"boom!!!"

The blue-clothed scribe's face darkened, and he tapped the wooden board on his right several times.

Hearing the warning, the soldiers in the convoy tightly held the long knives around their waists, and the long knives were less than half a finger away from their sheaths.

A burst of cold light flashed across the wilderness and snow on both sides of the post road from the blade. Even the dozen or so soldiers who were resting in the carriage of the rear team quickly got out of the car to be on guard when they heard the sound of the blade being unsheathed.

A few miles away, in a carriage, Zhao Jinyao was sitting peacefully on the soft bed, with the maid Li Bilan on one side.

"Miss, why are we following the convoy ahead?"

Originally, they planned to continue going north, but the weather suddenly changed, and Zhao Jinyao and Li Bilan were delayed in Xuelong City for a few more days.

I happened to meet this team from northern Xinjiang. They were all armored, but they were still wounded.

Although it was covered up, how could it escape the perception of Zhao Jinyao, a second-rank martial arts expert?

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