Chapter 81: The Merchant

The autumn in Beihu is the most boring, and the darkening sky reflects the endless withered yellow grass stalks, which makes the walking merchants feel a little tired when they look at it.

"Boss, I'm afraid we won't be able to see the camp of the Beihu people today, let's make a fire on the spot, right?"

There was a pockmarked man in the caravan, and when he spoke loudly like thunder, there was nothing in the whole caravan that could not be heard.

The leader looked around, and sure enough, he couldn't see half of the smoke, so he had to spit out and said, "You guys bury the pot first, and I'll go to the ward Young Master Wei." ”

The pock-faced man frowned and said, "What's the origin of the surname Wei, let's even get some sleep."

Before he finished speaking, he was glared back by the leader.

The leader slapped him hatefully: "Sew up your stinky mouth, if I die, sooner or later I will die on your mouth." ”

As he spoke, he was sweating and drove his horse to the back of the caravan, leaving only the pockmarked man covering his mouth for some reason.

Behind the caravan were two young men, riding very ordinary jujube red horses, and their expressions were extremely relaxed

。 whispered and laughed from time to time, becoming more and more intimate and tacit.

The older man in black was older, with a lingering haze and coldness between his eyebrows and eyes, a long knife straddling his waist, his back straight, no matter how he looked, he had entered the barracks - the leader always felt that this person had a smell of blood all over his body, and he was afraid that he would have nightmares if he looked at it a few more times.

In contrast, the young man in the lead-colored arrow sleeves on the side looked much more amiable, and he was much easier to talk on weekdays - but he didn't dare to underestimate this young master Wei He, who was quite lively on weekdays.

"Young Master Wei, I'm afraid I won't be able to see anyone today, do you think it's settled on the spot?" The leader carefully arched his hand, feeling that the black-clothed man's gaze swept over his neck, and he couldn't help but shudder.

The young man smiled: "Shopkeeper Huang is an expert in Beihu walking, you arrange it." ”

The leader laughed dryly: "The young master is too famous, then go down here and make arrangements-"

As soon as the leader turned his head, Wei Heming gave Chu Fengge an elbow and scolded with a smile: "How are you scaring people? ”

Chu Fengge hooked the corners of his lips: "These Beihu smuggling businessmen are the most difficult, if you don't suppress them, they will come to pinch you." ”

Wei Heming also knew the doorway, shook his head and admitted: "Li Lingzhi is dizzy, smuggling in Lingbei is a job that loses his head, and some people dare to do it." ”

Chu Fengge said: "They were originally a gang of bandits, but this surnamed Huang has some brains, so he dares to take risks and calculate this money." ”

"It's up to them, otherwise I wouldn't have come up with an idea. Wei Heming said, dismounted with everyone, and set up a tent on the spot.

Speaking of which, Wei Heming is only afraid that he is the most down-and-out envoy of the Jing Dynasty for several generations.

There was no gong and drum to welcome him, but he was incognito, riding a jujube red horse and following the smuggling caravan into Beihu.

If it weren't for the support of Chu Fengge, the prince's bodyguard, I am afraid that it would look even more desolate.

Wei Heming could almost think of how the group of storytellers in the capital arranged him: the ancient road west wind thin horse, the envoy left home alone, it is simply Su Wu's shepherd-style standard book, if he is given another princess of Beihu who is not married to him, it is estimated that the teahouse is full.

It's a pity that there is no Princess Raushzi Beihu.

Wei Heming glanced at the people around him again: There is one prince of the Jing Dynasty.

This is also a helpless thing, the news of Beihu's request for peace was originally falsely transmitted by Chu Shen, he can debunk Chu Shen's tricks, but in this way, the hope of negotiating peace will be in vain, and he will repeat the battle with Beihu for several years or even more than ten years in his previous life, and those soldiers who sacrificed in his previous life will also repeat the fate of the blood-stained battlefield again.

Thinking that Jing Chao took the initiative to sue for peace, it was almost a fantasy, and the main battle faction and the main faction had been blowing their beards and glaring at the court for more than a year, and they had not come to a conclusion.

If you want to see the new king of Beihu, you can only think of it yourself.

Wei Heming unloaded the luggage on the horse and took out the dry food, and Chu Fengge had already set up the tent, and his movements were three points faster than that of the caravan, and he was laying the bedding on the ground.

Wei Heming followed the caravan through the vast grassland for a whole day, and he was already tired, and despite the dust and grass clippings on his body, he fell on his back in the middle of the quilt.

Chu Fengge was not annoyed, he reached out to tickle him, causing Wei Heming to flutter left and right, and finally laughed out, with tears of laughter in the corners of his eyes and begging for mercy: "Your Highness, Your Highness's subordinates are merciful, I can't stand it." ”

Chu Fengge squinted, as if he was extremely satisfied with his soft clothes, so he stopped: "I'll change my clothes and go to bed later." ”

After the caravan was cooked, Wei Heming begged for two bowls of hot soup from the Huang shopkeeper, gave one bowl to Chu Fengge, and slowly ate the dry food, and said with a smile: "It's the first time I've slept in the open like this, but it's not interesting." If I can't get along in the court in the future, it seems good to come out and be a foot trader. ”

"You're dashing. Chu Fengge replied slowly, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

Wei Heming was unconscious, staring at the vast grassland and not knowing what to think, and suddenly laughed out loud: "If the prince can't get along one day, then I will abduct the prince to open an inn on this border, specially to receive outlaws like Huang Zhangjiao, I am afraid that just the prince's face can scare them honestly." ”

Chu Fengge chuckled: "Count you well." ”

Wei Heming turned his head at this time, and his eyes were clear: "I will not leave behind His Highness." ”

Chu Fengge paused as he drank the soup.

Wei Heming knew in his heart how he could say such a thing.

This is not the first time he has faced danger.

From the moment he stepped into the border of Beihu, he had already entrusted his life to God, this group of smugglers was doing a business of losing their heads, the wandering stragglers of Beihu, the horse thieves entrenched in the grassland, and the officers and soldiers patrolling the Jingchao border may have taken their lives, even if he met the king of Beihu, he didn't know whether the other party was interested in listening, and it was not impossible to kill him on the spot.

But only this time, he was worried that he would die like this, and that he would leave this highness alone.

Unlike in previous lives, this concern has nothing to do with others or the government.

It's just that he can't let go of this highness who has seen him since he was a child.

It's been so long since I first met my old friends and now become so unusually close.

The impression that belonged to King Wenrui in the previous life had already plumped up a little bit.

From the beautiful and indifferent young man under the Lantern Festival lamp, to the little prince who silently bears contempt and rejection, to the person in front of him who is a little paranoid and a little cold, but will smile and compromise and even cheat in front of him.

How could he be willing to let this person turn back into the lonely and inhuman King Wenrui in his previous life.

His expression was focused, as if he was looking at Chu Fengge, and as if he was looking at King Wen Rui, who was indifferently playing against him in his previous life: "Whether I am an official or a businessman, as long as I live, I will never leave His Highness behind." ”

He thought that Chu Fengge would take the opportunity to say something, but Chu Fengge didn't say anything, but his expression was not as cold as before, but he was a little touched by something inexplicable.

Wei Heming smiled, there were some things that didn't need to be said too clearly—especially for His Highness, who was extremely uneasy about his feelings.

If he had the opportunity, he could use half his life to prove his words, and if he didn't have the opportunity, repeated confessional promises would be meaningless.

Wei Heming saw that the bonfire had been raised, so he quickly got into the tent, and quickly withdrew his coat like a skin, and got into his own futon.

Only then did Chu Fengge slowly chew half of the dry food in his hand into his stomach and put down the soup bowl.

Turning his head to look at the tent, there was already a human-shaped bag bulging inside, rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing very regularly.

"You'd better remember that. ”

I don't know who it was for, Chu Fengge's voice dissipated in the rustling wind outside the tent.

Don't let me down again.