Zhurou

As soon as Zhao Mingzhi stepped forward, the bodyguards blocking the door immediately retreated to the side, someone else went to open the door, and there were guards leading the way.

The two teams of men and horses each perform their own duties, each guards its position, and the arrangement is well-regulated.

Song Jingren was born as a trainer, and he was an expert at first, so he immediately saw that something was wrong.

There are two groups of people in front of them, one of them is also dressed in the uniform of the imperial guards, and they are very familiar with their actions and movements. Needless to say, they should be the imperial guards who the prefect Lu Xianzhang said to stay here to guard.

Although the guards on the other side did not wear military uniforms, they followed the rules and regulations when advancing and retreating, which was unusual.

In the selection of soldiers in the Jin Dynasty, first measure their height, judge their appearance and talent, and then look at their walking and jumping. Only the best ones can be admitted to the imperial guards.

If you only care about your height and appearance, those guards who don't know their origins are actually not as elite as Song Jingren's imperial guards, but looking at how everyone walks, moves and cooperates, especially the overall appearance, it is a bit too light to describe it with the word "far superior" . m.oo.
This group of guards looked like they had experienced many battles, and they understood each other very tacitly. All their actions were not aimed at looking good, but at practicality.

Song Jingren has no doubts that as long as he has a slight abnormality, he is standing on the left side of the courtyard gate, and the one who is not in the queue will immediately chop the long stick in his hand, and the distance specially reserved, Just give him a stick.

And the one guarding the door is not even five feet two tall, not to mention that he is not allowed to enter the imperial army, even if he is in the local army, he will be eliminated, but his arms and legs are bound with cloth, even if he can't see inside. Flesh, just looking at the shape is full of muscles, not to mention that the whole person is fat and strong, with thick calluses on his hands, and his eyes have little emotion when looking at people, even if he didn't crawl out of the dead. With his size, it is not difficult to build a pile of dead people.

With the current family background of the Jin Dynasty, the forbidden army can only be seen, and can't be used. Except for the Northwest Army, where can we find so many battle-tested heroes?

If Song Jingren was skeptical at first, thinking that Lu Xianzhang was lying to him, now that he met Zhao Mingzhi and saw the guards again, he already believed most of it in his heart-even if the Jiedu envoy Pei Yong didn't come in person, at least he really sent his men to be powerful Elite soldiers come out.

The soldier is real, so the princess is naturally more real.

It is unbelievable that even a real princess can control Pei Jiedu. If it is a fake, how can it be possible.

Thinking back on his prevarication just now, and not knowing how much the princess listened to, Song Jingren's heart sank slightly, and he didn't dare to be verbose, so he obediently followed behind into the inner courtyard.

In the hall, Mu Xiang first arranged for the guards to move a small screen in front of Zhao Mingzhi, and then sent someone to call the postman to deliver tea.

She has always been familiar with the bodyguards in Li's bodyguard agency, and she is not only confident in appointing people, but also very casual. In Song Jingren's eyes, she felt a little uneasy for no reason. Before she had time to think carefully, Mu Xiang had already After the order was completed, he immediately came forward, raised his hands together, looked at Song Jingren's waist, and said, "Please take the sword from the officer."

Song Jingren supported the long sword at his waist, he was hesitant at first, but when he looked up, he saw that the screen was only a few steps away from him, there was a hollow in it, and looking through the gap, although the princess had not taken off the veiled hat at this time, she was already holding a cup of tea and bowed her head While drinking tea, you can vaguely see the delicate outline behind the veil, and the movements are even more elegant and moving.

...

It's all here, why bother to frighten a weak woman just because of a knife and a sword...

He paused for a while, finally untied the sword and handed it to Mu Xiang. When he reached out to take the tea from the postman, he didn't dare to sit down, but stood up and saluted behind the screen, saying: "Go down. The official came in a hurry, which made His Highness come back in a hurry, why don't you just go and rest for a while, I... I just wait here."

However, Zhao Mingzhi didn't even exchange pleasantries, so he asked straight-forward questions, "Song officials, please sit down, but they don't know what's going on in the capital, so they tell you to wait to lead the troops here?"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Song Jingren had already sat down as promised, but when he heard the second half of the question, he hurriedly stood up again, half-looking down at the ground, not knowing how to answer.

After a long while, he said: "Qian Duzhi heard the news, only said that Xuzhou in the north was broken, and Di Bing was about to go south in a blink of an eye. The capital did not have many elite soldiers. It would not only be futile, but all of them would die. He also said that His Majesty is here." In Caizhou, there are not many soldiers around, so we counted the soldiers and headed south to protect the emperor."

"and then?"

"...When I was driving late at night, for some reason..." Song Jingren was vague, "Qian pointed out the matter, everyone thought that Di Bing was calling, and there was chaos everywhere, so they dispersed. Seniority, those who don't know where to go, come and follow, more or less gathered more than a thousand people..."

Zhao Mingzhi said again: "Going south to protect the emperor, this is what Qian Duzhi originally thought. Now that Qian Weiwu is dead, I don't know what Song officials think?"

Song Jingren coughed twice.

Zhao Mingzhi said again: "I don't care about the things in the past, today I only have one question - where do Song officials lead these thousand people, where do you want to go? Do you want to go to Caizhou to protect His Majesty?"

Song Jingren was at a loss for words, hesitated for a long time, and said: "It's better to do it and see, it's not impossible..."

Zhao Mingzhi said casually: "Song officials also think that Xuzhou has been broken and the emperor will flee. Can't the capital guard it?"

Song Jingren hurriedly shook his head and said: "The rest of the officials don't know, but the capital can be defended. If you don't even defend the capital, once the bandits really go south, we will have no resistance at all..."

Zhao Mingzhi said: "Since that's the case, going south is for Qian Weiwu's own selfishness, not an imperial court order. Now that he is dead, Song officials don't have to go south again. It's better to turn around and return to the capital—I don't know how?"

"This..." Song Jingren wondered, "The subordinate officer has only one or two thousand soldiers, how can he defend..."

Zhao Mingzhi said quickly: "Pei Jiedu will lead the army to guard, and I am also going north to guard the capital together."

Although he had expected it, Song Jingren felt it was too incredible to hear Zhao Mingzhi utter such words, and blurted out, "Your Highness really wants to defend the city?"

Zhao Mingzhi said: "Isn't it possible?"

He said again: "Since Song Bi is willing to come here to meet me, the idea of ​​returning home has already been born in his heart?"

"I heard that Song officials are from Chuzhou, which is next to the capital. If there is a loss in the capital, Song officials have soldiers in their hands, so they can run and escape naturally. But can the old people, old friends, relatives and friends in the village all survive?"

"You have gathered soldiers for many days, but you are still wandering around. You just don't want to let go. You still have the neighbors and people in your heart?"

...

Song Jingren clenched his hands into fists, although his head was still lowered, his eyes were unconsciously red.

Zhao Mingzhi said: "Thousands of soldiers are willing to go out with you, so they can go in with you. If there are any who can't, just ask someone to come and find me. I still have some gold and silver in my hand. Let them share it. When you go back to your hometown, you can do it. Yes—if you take my money and end up being a bandit, don't blame me for being cruel."

After finishing speaking, he turned half sideways again, took the pen and paper, and bent over the desk for a moment, not knowing what to write, and after a while, he called "Mu Xiang".

Song Jingren saw that tall girl just now took a piece of paper from the table, walked around from behind the screen, and handed the paper to herself.

He blushed a little and said, "I don't know many words."

However, when he looked down, he found that the paper was not written in parallel, but in ordinary oral script.

Among them, in the tone of a princess, she said that she encountered a group of more than a thousand imperial troops. The leader of the army was Song Jingren, who was preparing for the Shenwu Chinese Army. He was heading north and wanted to take the initiative to return to the capital. I have no idea of ​​fleeing to the south, and I am willing to do this, and at the time of life and death, please consider it at the discretion of the emperor, deal with it lightly, and make him commit crimes and meritorious deeds.

At the end of the letter, the princess seal was stamped again.

Song Jingren stood blankly holding the paper.

Zhao Mingzhi turned to the side and asked, "If Song officials feel that my words are useless, and Lu officials are participating in politics for the court, why not invite him..."

Song Jingren shook his head hastily, then nodded hastily again, and said, "No...you don't need to participate in politics..."

"Your Highness acts like this, and considers me like this. If you still refuse to make a letter, then it will be impossible..."