Zhurou

Knowing that Song Jingren was coming, Zhao Mingzhi ordered the carriage to be turned around, and rode back to the post station.

It wasn't far away at all, and the group of people hurried on horseback, and they arrived at the place in a short time.

When she was about to get off the horse, Mu Xiang slowly pushed the door of the carriage with her hand, her foot stepped on the ground, but she turned her head and called out: "Your Highness..."

"A general with no roots and no feet, but just sends a letter and wants to meet the princess, how can there be such a domineering reason?"

She couldn't help asking: "The one surnamed Lu is in a high position in politics, and eats the king's salary, why doesn't he worry about the king's worries today?"

"If you really want to persuade him, please ask Nalu to participate in politics. With his tongue, it's rare that he can't even talk to an unknown young general?"

After finding fault with Lu Xianzhang, she seriously suggested: "Even if he can't be used, and it's not necessary for His Highness to meet in person, it's better to wait a little bit, didn't Jiedu send a letter back the night before, saying that it will be done in two days today and tomorrow?" If you can go back, it’s really not good for Lu to participate in politics, and it’s the same if you try to persuade him when Jiedu comes—where is it that you have to work for His Highness?”

Zhao Mingzhi was startled, but smiled, and said: "I know you care about it, but in this situation, if there is even the slightest use, how can it be called 'labor'?"

She then bowed out, jumped out of the carriage with one hand on Mu Xiang's arm, and when she stood still, she was only half a step away from the other party, and said softly: "You said the day before yesterday that you wished you could go into battle and kill the enemy, but if you can't, just I am satisfied if I can do half of the help, don't I?"

He also said: "You regard me as a golden branch and jade leaf in your heart, and you only feel that Song Jingren is domineering, but that General Song led the troops to kill the enemy and defended himself in front of the battle. If you want to ask the soldiers to come over to pay a visit, you can’t say who is really domineering—maybe it’s just complaining about it.”

After finishing speaking, he shook Mu Xiang's arm lightly, then let go, said "Let's go", and then walked quickly towards the inner courtyard.

Hearing those words, Mu Xiang paused, and just stood there, half of her hair was messed up by the cold wind, and she didn't know it, and she didn't feel the cold, but her hands and feet were hot. After a long time, she trotted along go up.

I don't know whether it was Lu Xianzhang who delivered the letter too slowly, or Song Jingren who walked too fast, Zhao Mingzhi just approached the backyard, and saw several soldiers gathered in the courtyard, surrounding one of them.

The man was wearing armor and a helmet, hanging legs under his feet, and a long sword stuck in his waist. He was standing upright, and was being blocked by the bodyguards and imperial guards in the courtyard.

He didn't seem very happy, and said to the people beside him: "Participating in politics only said that there is a princess here, and he wanted me to come over to see it, but now he came here in a hurry, but he didn't let him in. Could it be that the princess is actually a fake?"

"You let me walk slowly all the way, it's better to walk with the guard of honor. Is it just to make time and create a so-called 'princess'?"

He said again: "I didn't believe it at first. The chaos in the north is like that. Xuzhou City is about to be destroyed. Your Majesty and all the princes, with the royal family and the family, are afraid that they are only thinking about fleeing to the south, so how can they care about turning back?" Come here, I'm also stupid, after being persuaded by you, I really dare to think that there is some kind of princess..."

Lu Xianzhang was rubbing his back to wipe his sweat, as if he was exhausted, when he heard the man speak, he hurriedly said: "Where is Song going to say this? Who would dare to bear such a serious crime as pretending to be a princess? Your Highness cares about the people and wants to How can you be so rude when you come here in the starry night with the soldiers on the front line?"

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He said again: "His Royal Highness has something to go out, and he will return in a moment. You are the only one who is ready, can't you even wait for this hour and a half?"

It turned out that the man wearing the armor was Song Jingren from Chuzhou mentioned by Pei Yong. He was currently serving as a general in the Shenwu Central Army, and he was only an assistant officer, even under the deputy general.

Hearing Lu Xianzhang's words, Song Jingren snorted coldly and said, "I can wait, so many brothers can also wait? Look at the people along the way, who can wait?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the cages carried by several people beside him, and said: "Here are some filial coins. If you really need something, please send a letter to the princess. If it can be done, I will give it to her when I can spare my hands." done."

He also said to those people: "Since we are not asked to go in, let's just put things here."

When several soldiers heard the words, they dropped the box heavily on the ground, and rushed to remove the ropes.

The cage was about half a foot long and two feet high, and it was so tightly covered that it was impossible to see what was inside.

Without waiting for the place to be cleaned up, Song Jingren hurriedly said: "Thousands of my brothers are still waiting. Since the princess is not here today, I will leave first. If there is a princess, you can help Haosheng explain a few words. "

After speaking, he actually turned around and wanted to leave.

Lu Xianzhang was taken aback, and hurried to stop him. Because he couldn't call the guards in the courtyard, he sent the guards behind to help.

Although Song Jingren was not tall, he had big shoulders and a round waist. At this time, he held the long sword at his waist with one hand, looked at Lu Xianzhang with his eyes, and made a gesture to draw the sword, and then said: "Why, is Lu Canzheng going to force him to stay?" Is it? Do you want to force me to stay alone, or do you want to force my thousands of brothers to stay?"

The blade was drawn halfway, and there was a sound of metal rubbing, which pierced into people's ears.

Lu Xianzhang looked at the sharp blade and complained secretly, but he couldn't move forward, so he turned to look at the guards behind him.

Only he didn't dare to come, and the rest of them were tied up wherever they could go.

Seeing that Song Jingren was about to leave with his men, Lu Xianzhang gritted his teeth, strode forward, and stopped in front of Song Jingren, seeing that he really wanted to draw his sword, but this time he did not evade it, and stretched out his hand to grab the blade.

After all, he was an official appointed by the imperial court, and he was already in two houses. Song Jingren still had the system in his heart. There are more than ten people standing by the door, the two in front are women, looking at this place.

One of them was wearing a half veiled hat, a single bun, and a simple wooden hairpin. She was dressed very ordinaryly, but she was wearing a plain skirt and an indigo beige, but she only stood there, beside her. A tall and slender girl half stretched out her hand to protect her, already exuding a noble air that could not be concealed.

The woman's face was hidden in layers of veils, she couldn't see her face clearly, only her body was exposed, she was slender, white and soft, and she had a different figure, so people couldn't help thinking that she must be a stunning beauty under the veil .

Song Jingren originally wondered if the person surnamed Lu had found someone to pretend to be the princess. Seeing this person, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Although he was still suspicious, the question lingered on the tip of his tongue twice, but he didn't dare to ask directly, for fear of being abrupt. , I have to think about it again in my mind.

Before he could say anything, the woman on the opposite side had already asked: "If you want to force Song Bei to stay alone, what should you do? If you want to force the thousand brothers to stay together, what will you do?"

The voice is not like a storytelling, and the words in the play are mellow like a yellow warbler, there is not much charm and softness in it, it is just like a clear spring in the mountains, with a clear gurgling, or like a stream flowing into a deep pool, and pearls falling on a jade plate.

Song Jingren was blocked from asking what he was going to ask, and he was inexplicably embarrassed, and couldn't even make a sound.

And the woman stepped forward again, and said: "There are a lot of refugees on the road, I don't have any capable people to use, I am really at a loss, I am about to ask, but I don't want to ask Song officials to wait for a long time, it's hard work."

Song Jingren only felt that his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he also felt that he was running all the way, he was really in a mess, his description must be messy, and his appearance was even worse.

It was too late to tidy up at this time, so he couldn't help but wiped the sweat on his face with his arm, but he forgot that he was still wearing the arm armor.

The cold iron plate stuck to his head and face, and the gentle voice made him really at a loss. After all, he had never had the slightest experience in dealing with it, and he didn't even want to question the identity of the other party. , don’t work hard, it’s what you should be an official..."