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The weather is cold, there are few pedestrians on the official roads between the state capitals, and after breakfast, the sun has already risen, and the travelers who have traveled far away have to go out one after another to embark on the journey.

Gradually, there were traces of people on the official roads everywhere, horseback riders, chariot drivers, and people on foot, traveling in pairs, merchants selling goods for profit, monks who traveled long distances to spread religion devoutly, government officials who rushed to deliver official documents of the imperial court, and dart teams escorting car bodyguards......

On the official road leading from Liangzhou Mansion to Lingzhou Mansion, a group of people soon gathered, everyone walked to a mountain bag and did not leave, dismounted, parked, and gathered together, and they didn't know what to watch.

"Hurry, hurry—five hundred miles—give way—give way—" A man dressed in a soap coat rode on his horse with a whip, and galloped far away, and passers-by dodged one after another, and if they could not dodge, the cowhide whip would unceremoniously and viciously greet the head and face.

However, no one gave way, and the tolerance was blocked.

What's going on?

Everyone was watching in a ball.

The tolerance was very impatient, yo drank for a long time, the crowd not only did not hide, but became more and more congested, and no one noticed that the tolerance came behind him.

The tolerance can only slow down, dismount, and step forward to see what is going on.

On the road lay a broken carriage, and a large blue horse, still trapped in the wheel, fell on its back, its body twisted, and died in a pool of blood. A man who looked like a coachman was also dead, with a huge bloody gash in his neck, and the blood had frozen. There was also a young man who looked like a man on his knees, crying, kowtowing to passers-by, muttering and pleading.

A broken car, a dead horse, a dead person, a living person, just blocking the traffic?!

Even if he is stuck in traffic, he is on urgent duty. He should take a detour and not waste time to join in the fun, so he just glanced at it in a hurry and pulled the reins of his horse. Walk towards the very edge of the crowd, ready to pass by the side of the road.

But his eyes were attracted by the mane of the dead horse, it was a big green horse, and he could see at a glance that it was actually a big green horse. His eyes swept over the carriage that had been shattered, stared at the back of the carriage, and couldn't help but say to himself: The mark on this carriage looks a little familiar, a flower made of brass, finely carved, this, this is clearly a yellow juan flower, only people like the earl can afford it, is it ......

Tolerance's lips moved darkly, and he almost asked, but when he thought of his special status, he thought of his special status. It's better not to provoke, quietly breathe a sigh of relief, press down your curiosity, and prepare to leave.

The young man was still pleading, it seemed that he was hungry and frozen, and his raised face was purple, trembling, and his voice was very weak, "Good Samaritans...... Please, go and report it...... No. Go to our house and report it...... It doesn't matter if Xiao Jiuzi is dead, Gongzi was kidnapped by gangsters last night, and his life and death are unknown...... Tell our lord to find a way to save people......"

He didn't care about it and shook his head quietly. It turned out that the rich kid met the gangster at night, and the master was taken away, leaving only the little guy here to call for help, the matter is very simple, the boy and brother were either killed, or tied up with a fat ticket. Or was taken by the female king of a certain mountain and brought back to be the husband of the village.

Hehe, the children of rich families, they must look like a girl's oily noodles, and when they are full, they have nothing to do and run out in the middle of the night to hang out, no wonder they are caught by gangsters.

Tolerance was amused by his own strange associations.

Tolerance led the horse and prepared to leave.

I don't know what the little guy said, but suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd.

Everyone was gossiping and talking.

"It turned out to be the family of the old general Bai of the Bai family in Liangzhou -- the son of the Bai family was kidnapped by gangsters? It must be a kidnapping ticket, this gang of gangsters has been entrenched in the mountains all these years, robbing houses, blocking roads and robbing, and often doing some tightly tied things!"

"It's just a matter of bullying and bullying our little people, I can't imagine that even the grandson of the majestic and powerful old general Bai dared to move, it seems that they are really becoming more and more rampant. ”

"I'm afraid that this time it's to reach out and touch the tiger's buttocks, although General Bai has been disarmed and returned to the field for many years, but the tiger power must still exist, and when the time comes, it may not be necessary to come forward again and bring troops to serve this nest of thieves. ”

"It's hard to say, after all, General Bai has been hiding in the countryside for many years, but I'm afraid that now he has long been unfamiliar with the work of fighting and killing, and he is also old, and his age is not forgiving. ”

……

The noise in his ears rang through the mouths of these country peddlers, and he froze, unable to take any more steps, and looked up into the distance, where there were green and black mountains, and the ridges were covered with snow. The snow was so white, and under the light of the early morning sun, countless dazzling white lights were emitted, flying and scattering in front of my eyes.

The past was churning in front of him, and he couldn't suppress it anymore, he suddenly made up his mind, rushed into the crowd and grabbed the young man's shirt, his eyes almost popped out, "Are you talking about Bai Feng, the first-class earl of Liangzhou Mansion, the old general Bai who shocked the whole country back then?"

The young man nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes......"

His lips were bruised, his mouth stiffened, and he trembled terribly.

Finally, everyone noticed the identity of the tolerance and shouted indiscriminately: "Isn't this a person from the government? If this kind of thing happens, just call the people from the yamen to deal with it!"

The tolerance was too lazy to explain to them that he was not a yamen investigator.

The little guy raised his eyes and looked, he saw a corner of the crowd dressed up in the clothes of the official family, he had lived in the White Mansion since he was a child, he was well-informed, and knew that the official mansion was coming, and suddenly came to the spirit, turned the direction and kowtowed to the tolerance, "The official lord and the official help, we are the Bai family of Liangzhou Mansion, my old man followed the command of the Son of Heaven back then, fought left and right, and made great achievements, and was named a first-class earl by the Holy Lord, and his descendants are hereditary." My father-in-law will inherit the old man's official position in the future and be an uncle, but he ...... last night."

He seemed frightened, his mouth stumbling, his body trembling like chaff, as if the fear of last night had not yet passed, so he said it incoherently and illogically.

Liangzhou Mansion, Bai Family, Bai Feng Bai Lao General...... Tolerance thought quickly in his heart.

Regardless of the matter in front of him? Logically speaking, he should not be in charge, he cannot be in charge, he has a heavy responsibility, and the 500-mile rush is not a joke, and he needs to change horses and rush into Beijing without changing people; in this case, even if the sky falls, he cannot take care of it, and he cannot slow down and stay in it for this, otherwise there is a danger of losing his head.

But, but...... Just turned around and left, and his troubles were avoided, but how could he be worthy of General Bai?

Look at the situation in front of him, it must be true, the little son of the Bai family took his subordinates out to rush overnight, was attacked halfway, his whereabouts are unknown, the coachman is dead, and the little guy is left alone on the side of the road to ask for help, looking at the crowd of onlookers like this, they only want to protect themselves, and they don't want to provoke right and wrong, and no one may be willing to reach out to help, if they go, it seems that this little guy can't support it for long, and then he will die of hunger, or be met by the gangsters again, and the news cannot be quickly conveyed to the Bai family, and it will definitely delay the rescue time.

Since it was the little son of the Bai family who had the accident, he was the grandchild of General Bai, no, you have to take care of it!

The mind has been decided, no longer hesitated, took a step forward, bent down to hug the trembling little nine sons. The tolerance was originally fat, and Xiao Jiuzi was thin, so he easily picked him up from the ground and threw him on his horseback, "Come with me, it just so happens that I will go to Liangzhou Mansion and take you back to report the news." ”

After saying just a few words, the soapy clothes were no longer verbose, turned over and jumped on the horse's back, raised his hand and whipped his whip, the horse's hooves clattered, and carried the two men all the way away.

Xiao Jiuzi was frozen and hungry, his whole body was stiff, he couldn't ride a horse alone, and he almost fell down several times, so he could only hold him tightly with one hand while hurrying.

The passers-by scattered, and those who should go east continued to the east, and they wanted to go west to the west, the footsteps were mixed, the wheels were rolling, and everyone bypassed the horse corpses and car wrecks across the road, and continued to run their lives.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )