After turning around and turning the road to Tutuo Town, Gao Qian thought it was strange because the road surface had become much smoother again.

Strictly speaking, this fork in the road also belongs to the ranks of official roads, but the difference lies in the auxiliary roads of official roads. The traffic rate of auxiliary roads is not as frequent as that of the main official roads, so the probability of official maintenance is also reduced, but in comparison, the quality of the auxiliary roads is much better than that of the main roads.

The road became better, and Gao Qian's worries about Cen Chi were able to let go a little, and he was able to think about other problems with his energy.

Thinking of the words that Cen Chi had just said briefly, the doubt in Gao Qian's heart that he was about to discuss with Cen Chi just now naturally popped up again.

The Hongdu official road and the Kyoto official road are connected to each other, which is the main path connecting the two cities, could it be that the potholes on the road are really the result of the relocation of the Bailubo horse training farm, as Cen Chi speculated?

But if this is the case, the horse training farm returned to Beidaying in previous years, all in a straight line to the north, and the road has already been walked, if you borrow the road around Hongdu, the path back to the north will be like a bowstring full of strength, but the two places on the ground that are connected by the path will not shrink like the bow bone, and I don't know how much more time and manpower will be consumed by this circle.

Just looking at the traces left on the ground, there must be a lot of horses passing by this trip, so why bother?

Although Gao Qian had a lot of doubts about this idea, in the end, he didn't think that this matter had much to do with his itinerary, so he didn't bother thinking about this matter anymore.

The town lives up to its name, with a relatively flat geography with no mountains and sparse trees. But from the perspective of the field, it is not an absolute smooth road, because around the boundary of Tutuo Town, the most eye-catching thing is a mound, like a pot of slightly boiling batter. The surface is bulging with bubbles that have not been broken.

If these mounds were a little smaller, the outsiders would suddenly look at Tutuo Town, lest they think they had entered some kind of graveyard. However, the peculiarity of the methods of the creator of nature can be understood by those who have a little more experience. The sky and the earth are big, why are there places where the mountains are high and the clouds are cut into waterfalls? All of them are created by the natural circulation of heaven and earth.

The local residents of Tutuo Town have long been accustomed to seeing this and do not care. In addition to the efforts of the townspeople, the townspeople dug up a few mounds and created a flat land to build the town's own bazaar. The rest of the land is mostly farmland cultivated next to the mound. Because the mound always blocks some sunlight and affects agricultural production, these farmlands are very messy.

The terrain occupied by the town of Tutuo originally resembled a circle. Because of the passage at both ends, some shops gradually developed next to the road, gathering some people who do small business, and the circular town gradually lengthened into a gourd. But it is clear that the town is not as wide to the north as it is to the south. Perhaps it was because there were slightly fewer people going south than there were people passing through the north.

There happens to be an inn at each end of the town in the shape of a long gourd, which can be regarded as intercepting passengers at the north and south intersections, right? Gao Qian didn't think too much about it, he wasn't worried about meeting any strongmen in this realm. Besides, it's not far from Kyoto, so it's unlikely that there will be such bad folk customs, right?

He shook the horsewhip in his hand and walked under the puzzled gaze of the guy at the Nantou Inn in Tutuo Town. Gao Qian took a group of three cars and stayed at the inn at the north end of the town.

What Gao Qian thought in his heart was just because he lived in the north of the town. Convenient departure tomorrow.

Although he didn't see many passers-by in the market when he entered the town, he didn't dare to guarantee that when he set off again tomorrow morning, the town would just meet the morning market. If you pick a car ride through the bazaar at that time. Think about it and get ready tonight.

Because of the rain, it seemed to be getting darker earlier than usual. When there is nothing to do, you can only put more thought into preparation.

Maybe the business of the Zhenbei Inn is not very good, the inn is very cold, there are no other guests, even the number of guys is very scarce, and there are two runners in the whole inn.

However, perhaps because of the cold business, I suddenly saw such a big customer give up the inn near the south and chose his own one, and the shopkeeper of the Zhenbei Inn was full of smiles on his face, and it was a little sincere, which made Gao Qian feel a trace of warmth.

The carriage was parked under the grass shed behind the inn, the town was secluded, and there was not even a circle of courtyard walls outside the shed where the inn put the horses, which seemed to be unsafe, but Gao Qian still didn't care too much.

There are so many residents in the town, and there is a peaceful life in a safe corner, how many thieves are mixed? At most, some small places are united, if there are thieves like zài, they will do it in their own villages, but thieves don't like to commit crimes in such places, they prefer to go to the capital where the rich and the people are more indifferent, which is also the logic of thieves.

If it is really unfortunate to be stolen, Gao Qian can take the letter given by the prime minister, and he can take all the silver from the lowest county-level money in the west, and he will never be in trouble because of the theft.

After arranging the carriage and horses under the grass shed, leaving a coachman in the carriage, Gao Qian took out the short knife placed in the carriage, walked back to the inn, and stood at the door of the guest room where Cen Chi stayed, and did not move.

An innkeeper walked in front of him, his eyes just moving slightly. The fellow couldn't help but jump at the sight of the knife he pressed to his side like an old man's cane, and although the blade was wrapped in a scabbard.

The innkeeper made a smile at Gao Qian, but there was no change in the expression on Gao Qian's face, and the guy was very knowledgeable, and walked away without saying anything.

After a while, it was the same guy who had just passed by Gao Qian, and he came back, still carrying a chair in his hand.

Gently placing the chair next to Gao Qian, the guy hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly: "Guest officer, you can sit down and rest." ”

"Thank you."

Gao Qian finally spoke to the inn guy, very polite, but there was not much emotion in his tone.

Seeing this, the innkeeper could only smile, said no more, and left silently, and made up his mind that he would not 'pass' by the door of this house again.

Gao Qian glanced at the chair at his feet, but didn't move at all.

There were no other guests in the inn tonight except for a few of them, so Gao Diving stood at the door like this, and it wouldn't hinder anyone. The innkeeper could see that the young man who had stepped out of the carriage had a sickly face, so he was not too surprised by the behavior of his servant who waited all night.

At night, the innkeeper kept in mind and came to ask if Gao Qian needed supper. After being politely declined by Gao Qian, the innkeeper beckoned the two guys, closed the door, and soon they went to rest in peace.

After nearly an hour of bumping on the Hongdu official road full of small pits, Lang Zhong, who was traveling with him, lay down on the thick and soft bed, and after his mind was relaxed and soothed, he soon fell asleep, and the coachman in the same room then snorted evenly.

Gao Qian, who was standing at Cen Chi's door, opened his eyes, his eyes were fixed, but there was no sleepiness in his eyes. But he also felt that inside the room with a wooden door behind him, Cen Chi didn't seem to be asleep yet.

Since leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, Cen Chi, who was sitting in the carriage, has been in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, and it is normal that he cannot sleep at night. As for his unsmooth breathing rhythm, it is likely that it was due to the poisoning.

Thinking of the seriousness of the matter, Gao Qian once again felt the urgency of finding medicine, but he quickly suppressed this floating emotion again. After many years of serving by Xiangye's side, his nerves have also been affected a little, and he often faintly warns himself that the more urgent he is, the more all actions must be as free as possible from the bad hijacking of personal feelings.

But at this moment, a strange noise suddenly came from the room behind him, which made his heart float again.

At the beginning, the sound was not loud, but then, the sound of something falling on the ground suddenly burst out of the room, and Gao Qian finally couldn't hold it back, and was about to push the door in, but when he pressed the palm of his hand on the door panel, he hesitated again.

"Sir, what happened?" Through the door, Gao Qian inquired, and then snapped his fingers on the door a few times.

After a while, Cen Chi's echo came from inside the house: "I'm fine, is it a high diver?" ”

Gao Qiansheng retracted the hesitant look in his eyes when he heard this, and then pushed the door into the house.

There was no light in Cen Chi's room, and there was an oil lamp hanging on the roof of the corridor outside, and the light was reflected in the room from the door.

He looked forward, and then saw the tray with a set of teacups on the table by the window moved to the edge of the table, half empty, and looked precarious. The blue and white tablecloth was also skewed to the side, crumpled together, revealing half of the tabletop.

Later, Gao Qian noticed Cen Chi lying on the windowsill and looking sideways at him.

As soon as things came into view in the room, Gao Qian quickly had a concept in his mind, the general situation was that Cen Chi got out of bed and leaned against the wall to walk to the windowsill, and in the process, he accidentally dragged the corner of the tablecloth and lifted the teacup on the table to the ground...... But why did he go to the window in the middle of the night?

Gao Qian took out the fire fold he carried with him and blew it up, lit the oil lamp on the table, picked up the teacup that fell to the ground, and put it back in the tray on the table, only then approached Cen Chi, and asked at the same time: "Mr. has something, why don't you call me to help?" ”

"I'm fine." Seeing that Gao Qian was coming to help himself, Cen Chi shook his head and refused directly.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Cen Chi pointed out the window with his eyes, and said, "I didn't feel sleepy, and I kept my eyes open when I lay down." Just now, I suddenly noticed that the night sky outside the window was a little strange, so I couldn't help but get up and take a look, not realizing that my current actions were not as flexible as before. ”

Hearing his explanation, Gao Qian immediately looked out the window. He has practiced martial arts for many years, and his inner breath is pure, which makes his hearing and hearing more acute than ordinary people, and he can see the strangeness of the sky across the window at a glance.

Outside the window, the rain had stopped, but the clouds in the sky seemed much denser than during the day. With Cen Chi's hint in front, Gao Qian paid a little more attention to the strangeness, and saw that in the deep night without moon and stars, there was a place in the sky that was bright.

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ps: gourd, hu, four tones, gourd is a vegetable, elongated, and tastes a bit like a gourd.