Su Lu and his entourage first took a car out of the city, and after arriving at the Beicheng Wharf, they boarded the boat instead, went down along the sweat, turned into the Tuxiao River, and then turned to Dongting Lake, and then reached the territory of Beiyang County.

At night, there was silence on the Beicheng wharf, and there was no other ship in sight except for the arranged official boat.

Mrs. Ye, who was escorting Su Lu, was dressed in the green robe of the Forbidden Military Academy, and said to Su Lu with a fist.

"Master Hou, we were ordered to only send it here, and the next waterway will be in charge of Su Ge's guards, the mountains are high and the water is long, so don't cross it."

Su Lu looked at the dark river, and suddenly thought of the poem Jiang Xue he wrote on the way to Beijing, Mrs. Ye has worked tirelessly to protect herself these days, which can be regarded as dutiful.

"Bring pen and paper."

Su Lu commanded.

The second girl and the fourth child hurriedly turned around and went back to prepare paper and pencil.

Mrs. Ye's eyes flashed brightly, her sincerity really moved Hou Ye, did Hou Ye deliberately write a poem for himself, praising the story of his hidden patience and avenging his husband, or the story of seeing himself as a heroine and fighting bravely to kill the enemy.

"Bah, Bah, Bah"

Mrs. Ye's old face flushed, what were she thinking.

Su Lu came out with the written Jiang Xue, handed it to Mrs. Ye and said:

"This is what I wrote on the way to Beijing that day, when I saw an old man fishing by the river in the heavy snow in order to live, and I hope this poem can bring improvement to the old man's life."

Mrs. Ye's face turned gloomy when she heard this, didn't she write it for herself on purpose, it seems that she still has to work harder and make deeds worthy of Hou Ye's writing.

After taking Jiang Xue's words, Mrs. Ye cherished it and put it close to her: "I'll frame it when I go back and hang it in the main hall as a treasure of the town's house." ”

Zuo Baoxiang, the governor of the Dongcheng camp next to him, looked envious: "Master Hou, they are also here to give away, you can't favor one over the other." ”

Mrs. Ye snorted coldly and faced Zuo Baoxiang directly: "What kind of thing are you, you deserve to be compared to me." ”

Su Lu said in her heart, Mrs. Ye was very good at talking to herself, she thought she was a good old woman, but she didn't expect that this was not the case at all, just her scolding at this point, it seems that the reputation on the rivers and lakes is not very good.

Zuo Baoxiang made a big face and wanted to say a few cruel words, but thinking of Mrs. Ye's name, Zuo Dudu flashed aside.

The female devil can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

The boat moved, facing the dark water, heading for the distant Tuxiao River.

Mrs. Ye reached out and took out a waist card from her arms and held it up in front of Zuo Baoxiang's face:

"By order, Zuo Baoxiang, the governor of the Dongcheng battalion, cooperates to guard the Beicheng wharf and strictly prevent the remnants of the Tang Xuanjia Army from pursuing."

Zuo Baoxiang followed the light of the torch, saw the appearance of the waist card clearly, his face changed greatly, and his face was solemn when he clenched his fists.

"Zuo Baoxiang, the governor of the Dongcheng camp, received the order."

After finishing the salute, Zuo Baoxiang asked cautiously: "Dare to ask Ye Daxia, has the Xuanjia Army arrived in the capital?" ”

Mrs. Ye snorted coldly, looked at the official ship that gradually disappeared into the night, and sneered.

"The old soldiers of your four-city battalion can't even see the door well, and they don't even know that they are mixed in by the Xuanjia Army. Hmph, according to the intelligence of the Dingxiang Army, the Xuanjia Army entered the city three days ago, just to take Hou Ye away tonight, and all their retreats are ready. ”

Zuo Baoxiang was taken aback, the elite Xuanjia Army of the Tang Kingdom actually wanted to rob Su Houye, there is no reason, there is no reason.

He is not handsome, why did the little lady of the envoy of the Tang State fall in love with the marquis.

The night was dark, and the wilderness was silent, except for the occasional croaking of frogs on the shore and the clatter of oars piercing the water.

Su Lu asked Su Ge, who was in charge of escorting his mission this time: "Your princess is in such a hurry to drive me to the capital, what happened?" ”

Su Ge was holding a chicken leg and nibbling on it, and said with a smile when he heard the words.

"It's not because of the envoys of the Tang State, it is reported that the Xuanjia Army that secretly entered the capital is already gathering, according to reliable information, these people are going to do something to you tonight, and the Tang Emperor is determined to make a poem for him in the Tang Dynasty."

Su Lu looked confused, do it to me?

Su Ge nodded solemnly: "The people of the Tang Kingdom want to arrest you and write poems and songs for them in the Tang Kingdom, and this matter has spread in the palace." ”

The mud next to him and the second girl looked confused, the poems written by Hou Ye are so powerful, the people of the Tang Kingdom have come to rob people.

The night went uneventful, and at dawn the next day, the ship finally turned into the Tuxiao River.

Su Ge's strings that had been tense all night finally loosened, and he ordered a few guards to be on duty, and he went to the cabin and went to sleep.

When Su Lu got up, the boat had been traveling up the Tuxiao River for a long time.

Both sides of the strait are green, and there are occasional forest birds flying nearby, and the sound of water waves.

"This is the Horror River, the last time my brother was assassinated for the first time, it was here, I saw the stone where my brother was assassinated."

Su Yun said excitedly.

The muddy two girls and the four of them huddled together and discussed at the side of the boat.

"Hey, there's an old fisherman fishing over there, it's so pleasant."

"Jiang Xue won't be written for this old man, why hasn't his family situation improved?"

"Isn't Hou Ye's poem not very useful here, and it hasn't been able to make the old fisherman improve his family?"

The boat moves forward, and the mountains on both sides of the bank are stacked on top of each other.

The old fisherman wore a hat on his head, a few buckets beside him, and the fishing rod in his hand went up and down. Around the old man, there were several richly dressed scholars.

"That's where I'm fishing."

The old man and the old god are saying:

"It snowed heavily that day, I was shivering from the cold, thinking that it was going to be over, not only would I be frozen to death, but the family would starve to death without fish soup."

The old man wiped his tears with a look of the rest of his life.

The surrounding scholars applauded cooperatively, and we all knew it, so you hurried to say the back.

The old man cleared his throat and continued: "At this time, I suddenly heard a sound on the river. ”

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

The old man's face flushed with excitement, and in order to make up this set of statements, he gave the storyteller several large sums of money.

After some consideration, the old man continued:

"This is written by Su Lu for me as an old man fishing, Su everyone saw that I was about to starve to death, and wrote me such a poem, which made my old man's life better."

A group of scholars were excited, and they all said envious words, why couldn't they meet the Su family, the Su family was kind-hearted and made a poem for themselves.

……

The waterway became narrower, and when I stood on the boat, the stones on both sides seemed to be within reach, as if the boat could hit the stones with a little force.

"Uncle, how are you doing now, Xiao Sun is still short of milk?"

Su Lu stood on the side of the boat, shouted, and asked the old man not far away.

Looking at the old man's situation, it should be the old man he met when he wrote poems that day, and seeing his appearance surrounded by everyone, his life should be very good.

The old man stood up suddenly, looked at the big boat on the waterway, and ran to the shore excitedly, thinking of the possibility that the storyteller said, one day the Su family passed by the Tuxiao River, what should he say.

"Su family, my life is very good, thank you for saving my life."

"Thank you for saving my family, Mr. Xie's grace, Lao Lu will never forget it for the rest of his life, Lao Lu is kowtowing to adults here."

The old fisherman knelt on the shore and kowtowed in the direction of Su Lu.

You can't be wrong, this is Su Lu, the benefactor who wrote poems in the snow and saved his family's life because of a poem.

But the little grandson eats milk for a few meanings, my little grandson is about to marry a wife, what kind of milk does he eat.

Eh, is that what the Su family is talking about......

What a shame......