Si Baihong ordered the soldiers to dig a trench in front of him and build a wooden frame. "Anyway, this time, it's not so easy for them to harass."

The emperor sent soldiers to the battlefield again, but the thieves of the desert took advantage of the weak spots, burned and killed, and disappeared into the depths of the grassland.

Then after a few days, they looked for another place, and continued to plunder and slaughter, and the army of Dongsheng was bitter that they could not find him for a decisive battle, and their hearts were full of resentment.

After tossing for more than half a month, the people also talked about it and panicked. Song Zhiyao stayed there, and her mind became more and more anxious day by day.

Every day, she stands on the path, looking at it. "My father-in-law, I've been fighting for so long, I should have come back to pick me up."

It's just that from morning to night, there has been no news. She sighed helplessly. "No, I have to go and see, I must follow him."

Song Zhiyao took advantage of the servant's inattention, climbed over the fence in the middle of the night, and sneaked out. "Go to the palace and ask Your Majesty first, and then think of a way."

She crossed her feet, walked over the pebbles on the bank of the river, waded through the rushing water, got her body wet, and went out carefully.

After walking for a long time, she came to the city gate, and the gate was opened. She hurried out into the street, looking at the palace in the distance, hesitating in her heart.

"How can this be?" She knew that those servants knew that there was no way to escape. It's also dangerous to be a girl by yourself.

Just when she hesitated, she ran into the maid Qian'er of the Major General's Mansion. "Qian'er, do you remember me? I am the royal brother and wife Song Zhiyao. ”

Qian'er looked at her, evasive, and hesitant. "I heard that the little one, Brother Huang, let you go in the countryside, don't walk around, it's very dangerous."

Song Zhiyao looked at her and stepped forward to ask. "Good Qian'er, you must know, Brother Huang and the young general, where did they go?"

couldn't help Song Zhiyao's forced question, she had to answer. "Madam, the little one said it, but don't let people know, it's the little one who told you."

It turned out that Qian'er went out to buy dry food and sent it to Tianmenguan. She heard from the people who came back that Liu Yichen and Si Baihong were both there.

Hearing her answer, Song Zhiyao's heart fell to the ground. "That's it, there's no accident, it's just me, I still have to go and see."

Thinking of this, she had a plan. "Just tell the old servant that the husband asked me to go, and we can drive the carriage together, and we can hurry over."

This Tianmen Pass is not very far, about 600 miles away, and it will take five or six days to drive the carriage. Thinking of this, she ran back in high spirits.

The old servants were so anxious that they sweated when they found that she was gone. Seeing Song Zhiyao coming back, they sighed together. "Grandma, you really scared us to death."

Song Zhiyao said with a serious face. "I went back to the city last night and met the emperor, and now we will go to Tianmen Pass and go there to see the emperor."

Several old servants looked at her like this, and their hearts hesitated. Listening to her, Liu Yichen didn't say that. If they don't listen, they are afraid of delaying things.

Song Zhiyao looked at those servants like this, and had a plan in her heart. She stretched her arms, stretched her waist, and said with a lazy face.

"Oh, it doesn't matter what else, I saw the messenger overnight last night, it made me so tired, come have a bowl of hot porridge, add more sugar, and talk about it after eating."

The old servant, looking at her, said respectfully. "Madame, let's go make a fire." Song Zhiyao shouted again. "Two more boiled eggs."

Taking advantage of the old servant's hurry, she walked back into the house, stretched out her little hand, and headed towards the wooden cabinet. "Take out the seal and see if I'm forging a letter."

Thinking of this, she smiled. "Looking at Xianggong's handwriting on weekdays, it is also somewhat similar, and if I write a letter, I can naturally deceive them."

Song Zhiyao imitated Liu Yichen's handwriting, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and the ink was all over the paper. It was just half a pillar of incense, and then it was stamped and placed in his arms.

At this time, the servants also prepared the meal. They held plates and bowls and looked at Song Zhiyao. "Madam, the meal is ready, please dine Madame."

She put away the letter, stretched out her chopsticks, sandwiched the delicate rice, and picked up the eggs, eating comfortably. "I have to bump for a long time, so I have to eat more."

The servants asked together in confusion. "Madam, I have seen the messenger, do you have a letter?" She replied. "Only an epistle and nothing else."

So saying, she carefully took out the letter and handed it to the servant. The servants, after reading the letter, sighed. "It's so hard, my lord."

Song Zhiyao said with a smile. "That's why I have to catch the car myself to meet the adults." Soon, the servants, packed their luggage.

Thinking of the battle on the side of the fortress, it must be urgent. Moreover, according to the survivors, many people died in the war, and the farmland was abandoned and fell into famine.

She ordered the servants to bring more food and herbs. "Miss, if this is the case, the carriage will not be able to bear the weight, and it will travel very slowly."

Listening to the old servant's words, Song Zhiyao said with a smile. "So what, on the way, I will distribute to those who need it, and when I get to Tianmen Pass, this car will be brisk."

The carriage was so heavy that the three horses pulling it were sweating from their manes. Those old servants felt that it was inappropriate, and they couldn't help it.

Song Zhiyao sat at the head of the carriage and said to the servants. "If you go over there, you have to take the winding mountain road, be careful to catch the car, and don't have accidents."

Their carriage, along the path, went slowly. Along the way, Song Zhiyao lay in the car to rest. I thought of meeting Liu Yichen.

She looked at the sky and smiled. "You are a father-in-law, I can't imagine that Yao'er is so naughty, let Yao'er follow you, no matter how you go to the sword mountain and the sea of fire."

Thinking of this, she made herself laugh. "I really didn't expect this to be like this?" The carriage came to a narrow valley entrance.

Song Zhiyao looked at the car, many people, covered with scars, dust, rickety, and ragged clothes. They staggered and walked slowly.

Seeing them like this, Song Zhiyao said to several old servants. "Divide the food in the car and help them get through it."

The servants jumped out of the car with rice bags on their backs. Song Zhiyao shouted loudly. "You're all hungry, aren't you? Let's put the grain and eat it quickly. ”

The victims looked at her with curiosity and confusion. "Dare to ask this eldest lady, is this grain sent out by Your Majesty for disaster relief?"

Song Zhiyao looked at them and said with a smile. "Of course it is, you can eat quickly, see that you are so hungry, there is no food to eat, I am afraid that you will not be able to get out."

The victims, excited, with their hands covered in dust, gulped down and ate. Song Zhiyao drove the carriage and quietly left there.

They drove the wagon and walked through the mountains and forests. The crisp breath here is so refreshing. The surrounding scenery is also very majestic.

Song Zhiyao looked at the scenery and sighed in her heart. "I am in the east of the beautiful mountains and rivers, these hateful pine desert thieves actually came to burn and destroy, so that this is so."

They walked for a long time, but they couldn't get out. There was only the sound of whirring wind, birds, beasts, and no other voices.

Song Zhiyao felt that this road was very terrifying. "Guys, are you on the wrong track?" The servants took out the yellowed map and flipped through it for a long time.

They frowned and nodded. "Madam, there should be no mistake, we didn't go anywhere, we all left branches as signs."

Seeing that there was a dark cloud floating in the sky, the road ahead was even more rugged and steep. "Why don't we set up camp first and wait until the weather is fine before leaving."

They found a flat place and pitched their tents. As soon as the tent was set up, before the fire was lit, a cold wind blew through in an instant.

The flame flickered, and in an instant, it was extinguished. The old servants ran to the tents, ate dry food, and chatted together.

Song Zhiyao stayed alone in the tent, stretched out her hand, and laid out the silk futon neatly. "It's really unfortunate that such a thing happened, let's rest first."

It was just a stick of incense, and there was thunder and torrential rain outside. Song Zhiyao tightened the futon again, and her body trembled.

After a while, there was a loud knock on the door outside. Song Zhiyao was scared. "I'm afraid it's not a robber, what should I do?"

She slowly pulled back the curtains, feeling uneasy. There was a noisy shout outside, and an old man in white, drenched, walked into the tent.

Song Zhiyao looked at the old man, who was also a kind-looking person. "Old man, if there is any food and herbs in need in this carriage, take them."

Listening to her words, the old man coughed twice and said in a choked voice. "The old man is a village langzhong, but he didn't expect the village to be destroyed, so he could only flee."

Song Zhiyao asked. "Are those people outside following you?" The old man replied. "That's true, they're all old fellow villagers."

At this time, there was a quarrel outside. Song Zhiyao hurriedly ran out, and it turned out that those people were entangled with several old servants and tore apart.

She shouted. "Don't fight, give them all the herbs and dry food in the car." The servants also stopped and carried the herbs and grains.

The rain finally stopped. The old man led the people and lit the fire. He grabbed the herbs, twisted the portions, and the pot made a gurgling sound.

Song Zhiyao asked. "How long is there ahead, until the gate of heaven." The old man replied. "There are still three hundred miles, and after the sheep intestine path, there is a post station."

The pot of herbs was quickly cooked. A hot aroma emanates. Lao Langzhong unveiled the pot, commanded those people, and lined up in turn.

Song Zhiyao looked at the brown and yellow medicinal soup in the pot. They ate herbs and regained their spirits. "Thank you, girl."

Song Zhiyao said with a smile. "No thanks, as long as you return to the capital, commemorate the gift of the imperial brother, and that's enough." Everyone laughed together.

Soon it was early in the morning, and the bright red morning sun rose. Song Zhiyao and them bid farewell to these victims. "Take care and stay safe all the way."

The victims kowtowed gratefully. After a long time, Song Zhiyao and his party drove the car and walked onto the rugged path.

This trail is muddy with rain. The table top is a towering cliff, and the right side is an abyss. The carriage was empty, and it was wheeling to one side.

Seeing that the carriage was about to overturn, Song Zhiyao shouted loudly. "Hold on to the reins." A few servants, gritting their teeth, pulled the horses.

A gust of wind blew, and the carriage shook again. Song Zhiyao was so anxious that her heart was pounding. "It's so dangerous today."

Suddenly, a servant, with a slash at his feet, fell into the abyss. "Madame!" The cry was terrible, reverberating with echoes.

Song Zhiyao looked to the side, there was a small tree, jumped down violently, and hung the crooked branches on the carriage. The carriage was stabilized.

The servants looked into the abyss and cried aloud. "Lao Zhang! We can't hold you! Song Zhiyao looked down and saw that the figure was gone.

Another old servant, with a handful of snot and tears, said to Song Zhiyao. "Madam, Lao Zhang and the younger are also fellow villagers, the old and the young."

She looked at the old servant like this, and her heart was full of guilt and anxiety. "Don't talk about it, wait until the side matter settles down and bury the silver, it will never be bad."

They drove the carriage, one step at a time. After several hours, it was already dusk, and they had walked the path of several hundred feet.

Looking into the distance, a spacious wooden house was guarded by several soldiers. Song Zhiyao thought of this, and planned to go to rest first and inquire about the situation.

Just when they arrived at the gate of the post station, the soldiers, waving their spears, drove them away. "This is not the place for you people."

Song Zhiyao looked at these people, with a dog-eyed snobbish look, and she became angry when she thought about it. Glaring, he walked forward and said.