Yu Jiulu received news from his cronies again, which was his bad news. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The last time he escaped from Otsuka's mansion, he luckily escaped death, so Yu Jiulu quickly sent his cronies to his dormitory, ready to take care of them personally. Unfortunately, she ignored the fact that the palace was full of Yuwentai's eyes, and she buried the lives of her cronies that night. The letters, which were hidden in the collar of the clothes, were naturally snatched away.

"Dugu Zhu'er!" Yu Jiulu cried bitterly: "In Chang'an City, such a trusted cronie is worth my trust, but I died for your letter!" From today onwards, you and I will go our own way, each in our own way! ”

After Yuwenhu received Ju'er's letter, he was greatly surprised, and eagerly asked Yuwentai for credit: "Uncle, the great joy is here!" ”

"The great joy is here! The big joy is here......" A strange voice, learning Yuwen Go's words.

"What's the surprise?" Yu Wentai calmly tended to the parrot that had just been sent by the merchant of the Western Regions.

"My nephew got Dugu Zhu'er's letter, and my uncle saw it?" Yuwengo presented the letter to Yuwentai.

Yuwen didn't look at it, and continued to feed the birds: "What's so good about the letter, it's nothing more than falling for us, thinking that her father really left Liangzhou and returned to the capital, and persuaded her father not to come back!" ”

"If my uncle already knows about it, why did he intercept this letter?" Yuwen took the letter back.

"Among your staff, there is one named Chen Nan?"

"Yes, yes, he can only write good calligraphy, and he doesn't have much strategy, and his nephew asked him to be a staff member, just to write some words out and give them to relatives and friends! Uncle wants to summon this person? My nephew summoned him! ”

Yu Wentai waved his hand: "I heard that this person is not only good at calligraphy, but also good at imitating other people's handwriting, this kind of handwriting on the letter, he imitates it, there is no difficulty, right?" ”

Yuwen Hu thought about it for a while, understood what Yuwen Tai meant, and was so happy that his eyebrows were bent to his ears, like two big arched bridges: "What does Uncle mean to let Chen Nan imitate Dugu Zhu'er's handwriting and make a fake letter to Dugu Xin?" ”

Yuwenwu looked at Yuwentai's face tentatively, wondering if he had guessed correctly, Yuwentai was silent and put the worm in the parrot's mouth: "Hey, little thing, what should I say at this time?" ”

"Just do it! Just do it! It's ...... to do so," the parrot screamed and repeated the same sentence, and Yuwen Hu understood, turned and retreated.

A soldier who took a forged letter and disguised himself as a Rouran man rushed out of the North City Gate.

This road is running wildly, and it is another day and night, only the sound of the wind is in my ears, and I can't see the surrounding scenery clearly.

Due to the perennial war, the post house on the official road is in disrepair, and there is no shadow of the post house for many miles, but it is also a pain for these officials who deliver letters.

finally saw a post house, and the soldier rushed forward as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

"Guancheng, change to a fast horse!" As soon as the soldier got off his horse, the horse was so tired that his legs were weak and he fell to the ground.

Guan Cheng walked out of it enthusiastically, and when he saw that he was dressed as a Rouran person, he immediately stopped seeing him: "This military master, I think you are on the wrong path, right?" Dawei's post station, why are you a Rouran person also coming to join in the fun? ”

Only then did the soldier realize that he took out the token given by Yuwen Hu from his waist and threw it into Guancheng's hand: "Keep your dog's eyes open and take a good look!" ”

Guan Cheng saw the token clearly, and knew that the "Rouran Soldier" in front of him was Yuwen Hu's personal soldier, and his face turned one hundred and eighty degrees again: "Yo, the people in the Otsuka Zaifu, the small ones have eyes and no beads, please go to the room to rest first, and this will prepare you with the fastest good horse!" ”

The soldier looked at the pavilion slightly, his face was yellow and thin, in this bitter cold place in the north, the pavilion was still like this, it is conceivable that the officials in the post house were all so malnourished.

"I'm in a hurry, the room doesn't need to be needed, come and take some beef jerky with me, I'll have a cup of tea and leave!" The soldier obviously did not dare to delay the task assigned by his master.

"Okay! Please! The pavilion let the soldiers into the post house and ordered the collapsed horses to be dragged down.

"Poor horses!"

The soldier heard someone sigh, followed the voice, looked up, and there was a five-year-old girl standing on the second floor, dressed in gorgeous and noble clothes, and he didn't care. Because he was very thirsty, he just picked up the teapot and poured it down with his neck tilted.

The pavilion will pack the prepared beef and dry food, and the beef is supplied in limited quantities, if it is not for high-ranking officials and dignitaries, it is forbidden to enjoy the beef in the inn. The soldier took it and hurried out.

The servant brought in a variegated horse, which was somewhat weak compared to the one that the soldier had ridden before.

The soldier frowned and patted the horse's back: "Where did you get this sick horse?" Don't you have a decent horse in this inn? ”

Guan Cheng smiled: "Ouch, look at what you said, this is the best horse in our post house!" There is really no way, the supply of food and grass in the post house is often in short supply, and the horses can develop like this, or we squeeze them out from between our teeth! ”

The soldier was still not satisfied: "Take me to the stables!" ”

The pavilion had no choice but to lead the soldiers to the stable in the backyard of the post house.

In the stable, several sturdy gray horses, all of them are full of energy and high-pitched sounds, especially the sweaty and bloody BMW in the middle, which is even better.

The soldier was furious, pointing at the horses in the stables and yelling, "You bastard! Saying that there are no good horses, what are these? ”

Guan Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to apologize: "The military master is angry, the military master is angry!" These horses are not official horses in the post house, these are private horses, and their owners also come to the post house to rest! ”

"What kind of official horses and private horses, you don't know the laws of the Great Wei, the official who is in charge of the military has the right to requisition all the horses of the officials and the people! You go and call the owners of these horses, and Lao Tzu will not believe it, and they dare to disobey? ”

Guan Cheng was hesitating and didn't know what to do, when two eight-year-old sons and a five-year-old girl who was standing on the second floor with emotion just now appeared in front of the stable.

As if he saw hope, Guan Cheng bowed to one of the sons in a cloak and a sword: "Young Master Yang, this soldier ......"

"Needless to say, we all heard your conversation just now!" This little boy is Yang Jian, and the little girl is Xiao Jia Luo, and the other son is naturally Gao Ying.

"You're the owner of the horse?" The soldier was a little suspicious, although he doubted the possibility of such a young child riding such a fine horse, but he took a closer look at his attire and temperament, and saw that the pavilion was respectful to him, and also guessed that the identity of the son was extraordinary.

"This sweaty BMW is called Chi Lian, and it is exactly below!" Yang Jian was proud.

The soldier untied the token on his waist and threw it to Yang Jian: "Please ask this son to lend the horse to you, the military plane is a priority, I have no choice but to thank the son here first!" ”

Xiao Jia Luo stepped forward to look at the token, she was young and didn't know a few words, when she heard Yang Jian read out the words "Otsuka Zaifu", her eyes suddenly burst into anger: "You are from Otsuka Zaifu......"

Xiao Jia Luo wanted to speak, but Gao Ying covered his mouth, and Xiao Jia Luo "whined" and couldn't express the resentment in his heart.

"If someone else is okay, since you are Otsuka's person, I can't borrow this horse!" Yang Jian threw the token back and pulled Xiao Jialuo: "Let's go!" ”