Lianggu City is really a lonely city. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When they arrived outside Lianggu City, the city gate was closed, and Zhu Sanshao stepped forward to negotiate and handed over the military documents for escorting military rations.

Along the way, Zhu Sanshao taught An Ning to ride a horse from time to time. An Ning barely learned to ride a horse, but her back hurt so much that she had to rest in the car. She looked at Zhu Sanshao and the officers and soldiers on the city gate shouting at each other, and said to Yang Zheming: "Zhu Sanshao won't be pulled by you as a stepping stone, right?" ”

Yang Zheming glanced at her, noncommittal, and just asked: "I'm about to see Prince Zhuo Rui, have you figured out a way?" He looked at him cautiously: "Prince Zhuo Rui has been guarding the frontier for decades, don't underestimate him, and don't try to fool him like fooling your grandfather." ”

An Ning was slightly cowardly and glared at him: "I haven't seen anyone, how do I know what to say?" The boat is naturally straight to the bridge, won't you help me? ”

Yang Zheming was speechless, the first time he saw someone who would play tricks like this.

The city gate was wide open, and a group of lightly armed cavalry came out of the city gate, which was Prince Zhuo Rui's personal soldiers.

The first person, black armor, holding the wind and firing a gun, a dark horse under the crotch, majestic, handsome face as if dyed with wind and frost, full of masculinity. His gaze was as sharp as an unsheathed sword, with the blood of a soldier looming, and his face was so serious that he could hardly smile.

Zhu Sanshao stepped forward, and the two talked for a while, and then Prince Zhuo Rui hit his horse and walked towards Anning's carriage.

An Ning suddenly felt more scared than seeing his father, and hid on the other side of the carriage. Yang Zheming raised his eyebrows, only to see Prince Zhuo Rui personally step into the carriage, open the door and walk in.

As soon as his tall body in heavy armor stepped into the carriage, he immediately looked cramped, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

King Zhuo Rui glanced at Yang Zheming, the two looked at each other, and seemed to convey their opinions and suggestions as men, Prince Zhuo Rui stretched out his hand, grabbed An Ning, who was dressed as a boy and hid in the corner, and raised the carriage like a chicken.

An Ning screamed, and King Zhuo Rui almost single-handedly put An Ning on his shoulder, walked to his war horse, turned over on his horse, and said to Zhu Sanshao: "You guys go into the city." "His voice was low and had a very somber feel.

When the words fell, he shouted, and the war horse galloped towards Lianggu City like a sharp arrow.

Zhu Sanshao looked back at Yang Zheming who came out of the carriage, and asked very worriedly: "King Zhuo Rui won't beat children, right?" Yang Zheming did not answer, his eyes were obscure.

The horse is like the wind, and An Ning is terrified.

King Zhuo Rui supported her waist with one hand, as hard as an iron hoop.

She clung to King Zhuorui's neck, her eyes closed, the wind whistling in her ears, and the horse's hooves fell to the ground with a heavy thud that almost mingled with her heartbeat.

The wind blew on her face and it hurt, she opened a gap in her eyes, and she had already entered the gate of Lianggu City, and the streets were lined with troops, everyone was expressionless, and their complexion was dark, and they could be seen holding halberds.

They parted sides, and King Zorui carried her on horseback.

The horses ran for about a quarter of an hour and reached the edge of the city wall. King Zhuo Rui did not stop, and directly controlled the horse to go up the slope and reach the city wall.

The horse slowly stopped.

An Ning looked up, and above the city wall, the bricks and stones were dilapidated, with traces, ancient and heavy. Beyond the city walls, at sunset and sunset, there was a vast and vast land, barely covered by the raging north winds. The cliffs farther away loom in the twilight, like the last barrier, guarding the territory of the girders.

King Zhuo Rui's deep voice rang in his ears: "When you were born, I only saw you once, your father hugged you, like a cat, with white and tender skin, he asked me to hug you, I didn't dare to hug you, for fear of hurting you." ”

His voice was so warm that it was almost impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"That kid Yang Bin wrote to me, and sometimes mentioned you, saying that you have grown up, have a very bad temper, and are very nosy......"

An Ning immediately whispered to herself: "How can there be." ”

Prince Zhuo Rui seemed to smile, his expression was very stiff, and the smile looked chilling.

"I couldn't believe it when I received your grandfather's letter, and I plan to go to Jinzhong in a few days."

King Zhuo Rui said softly: "Yang Xi, you are too bold. An Ning straightened up, King Zhuo Rui's hand still wrapped around her waist like a piece of iron, An Ning looked at him cautiously, and King Zhuo Rui looked down at her.

"The kid of the Qiao family is dead, you want to go to Beirong to take revenge."

An Ning was shocked - was she too easy to guess and everyone could know what she was thinking?

King Zhuo Rui pointed to the sky: "Yang Xi, I brought you here to tell you that this is the last time you will see such a scene." ”

"Tomorrow, I will send someone to send you back to Jindu."

No.

Yang Xi tightly grasped King Zhuo Rui's arm: "Uncle Huang......" Before she finished speaking, King Zhuo Rui's might had been suppressed, and his voice was calm and stern: "I don't know who instigated you, or who brought you here, Yang Xi, don't even think about it." ”

An Ning's face froze, she almost didn't expect that she would lose before she had time to say a word.

Did she stop at Lianggu City like this?

"We know a route to be able to get to Beijung......" An Ning continued to argue.

King Zhuo Rui interrupted her, with a coldness in his eyes: "The holy order cannot be violated, the military discipline cannot be broken, Yang Xi, although you are a princess, I am now persuading you as your imperial uncle - if you don't listen to me again, I will also order you to disobey the military order." ”

Tranquility froze, the military order was greater than the sky, and the violator was immediately decided.

Cold, firm, and merciless - this is the eldest son of the first emperor, who has guarded the border of Daliang for decades, and the prince Yang Zeyu of a generation.

Yang Zheming stood under the city wall, looked at the two people on the city wall, and sighed in his heart.

- They're going to have another idea.

That night, Yang Zheming and his convoy were arranged by King Zhuo Rui to live in a house in the city, and prepared to arrange for them to return home early tomorrow morning. An Ning was personally taken back to his residence by King Zhuo Rui and kept under strict care.

The house is surrounded by many troops, and it is very strong.

Yang Zheming remained motionless, sitting on a chair and writing, while Black Eagle, Gao Lao, and Qiao Siqiao and Qiao Wuli sat around, and at this moment, everyone's eyes could not hide their anxiety.

Yang Zheming's last gaze fell on Qiao Wu: "You are serving by Qiao Guogong's side, have you ever seen the letter between Grandpa Guo and King Zhuo Rui?" ”

Qiao Wu was slightly stunned, and said in a low voice: "I've seen it." As a staff member of Qiao Guogong, he also saw the handwritten letter of King Zhuo Rui, adding 800 miles of secret passage to the case of Grandpa Guo.

Yang Zheming handed over a piece of paper: "It is rumored that Qiao Guogong has a staff member by his side, who can imitate people's handwriting, and it is you who is talking about it." ”

Qiao Wu was shocked - these secrets can almost only be known by the people around Qiao Guogong, how did the prince of Anqing know?

Yang Zheming looked at him lightly: "Imitate the handwriting of King Zhuo Rui to write these letters, you can do it?" ”