Chapter Eighty-Seven: Will Return

"Master Zheng Wen, the prince ordered me to bring back one hundred and twelve bottles of mushroom moss liquid and the storage method of mushroom moss liquid." Chu Quzhi respectfully handed over the box and the piece of paper.

"You didn't run into any trouble along the way, did you?" Zheng Wen took it, opened the box and examined it carefully, and asked casually.

"It's a safe journey, it's just ...... Please punish the lord. Chu Qu fell to his knees.

"How?" Zheng Wen frowned.

"When I walked to the East Pavilion of Jingling, the left side of the carriage accidentally fell off, although the speed of the car was not fast, but it still shook the medicine box, and two bottles of liquid medicine were damaged."

Chu Quzhi took out a handkerchief from his arms: "These are the fragments of those two bottles." ”

Zheng Wen took it, looked at it carefully, and finally smiled: "Okay, it's just one or two bottles of liquid medicine." Out of the way. You go down first! ”

Chu Quzhi walked out slowly.

Zheng Wen looked at the two bottles of liquid medicine that had been broken, and muttered, "Is it really an accident?" Okay, how can the car fall off? ”

Zheng Wen looked out of the tent, this was the third day they had left Jiangling, and the convoy had walked to the territory of Yicheng County, Xiangyang County. And Chu Qubing also set off from Anlu at almost the same time.

It can be said that the speed of cycling should be much faster than theirs. But the distance from Anlu to Yicheng is not much farther than that from Gangneung to Yicheng. Moreover, Chu Qu's illness was still on the waterway for a while, and he went up against the Han River, and the speed was even faster.

Zheng Wen called the coachman and asked in detail.

"It took nearly two days from Anlu to Jingling. Why are you walking so slowly? Zheng Wen was a little surprised.

"Manager Chu asked to go slower, saying that he wanted to protect good things." The coachman said cautiously.

"How is Manager Chu doing along the way?"

"He stayed in the car and was responsible for securing the box. He has always kept that box on his chest and never put it down. ”

Zheng Wen was a little surprised: "Is that so, there were any accidents on the road?" ”

"At Jingling, there was something wrong with the carriage." He described the process in detail.

"In the future, we must maintain the car well, so that there will be no similar situation again." Zheng Wen said softly.

"Yes."

Zheng Wen pondered: Is it really just an accident?

On the outskirts of Anlu City, Zheng Sheng and Sima Xian rode forward unhurriedly.

"Aren't you trying to hunt with Lu Chong? Why is there no motivation at all? ”

"Then shouldn't you be accompanied by the county guard, why did you come to me?" Zheng Sheng responded.

Sima Xian said dissatisfiedly: "I really shouldn't agree to let you reveal my identity, I've been so uncomfortable these days!" That's it, I've been out for a few days, it's time to go home! ”

It was the third day after that competition.

After Zheng Sheng passed on Sima Xian's identity, the officials in Anlu City under Yang Bo, the commander of Jiangxia County, surrounded him almost all the time, which made Sima Xian tireless.

And Zheng Sheng has had nothing to do in the past two days. He was feeling a little bored. For this competition, many of the preparations he made were wasted. Only one poem was used. And in order to come to Anlu, the things experienced along the way are much more exciting than the competition itself.

It's hard to come, and the process is dull.

During these two days, Na Cai's procedures were almost completed, and after the next step was decided, he could go home.

"Why don't we go together? to Xiangyang respectively: You go back to Nanyang, and I go back to my Xiangxiang County. Sima Xian proposed.

"I probably won't be able to leave today. I won't be able to leave until the morning after tomorrow. Is the county magistrate going to wait for me? ”

Sima Xian looked at the group of people chasing behind him, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "Okay, I'll go!" ”

With that, he swung his whip and rode westward.

Zheng Sheng watched him fade away. He saluted Yang Bo, the county guard of Jiangxia who came in a hurry: "Lord County Guard." ”

"Zheng Shizi, where is the county prince going?" Yang Bo asked softly. For Zheng Sheng, Yang Bo really didn't dare to offend again. He had heard it before, saying that Zheng Sheng was fortunate to be the king of Shunyang, and he had a very good personal relationship with Xinye. He thought it was just a rumor. But in the past few days, watching Sima Xian and Zheng Sheng communicate, he believes that those words are probably not just rumors, and even Zheng Sheng is likely to have a good relationship with the Fufeng King's lineage!

It's horrible!

"The county magistrate is going home." Zheng Sheng didn't know what Yang Junshou was thinking, and told him the truth about Sima Xian's movements.

"Huh? Is the county magistrate leaving Anlu and returning to his hometown? Yang Bo hurriedly nodded at Zheng Sheng: "The old man, as a local county guard, should go and send the county magistrate." ”

Yang Bo hurriedly chased after him.

Zheng Sheng shook his head, turned his horse's head and looked at Lu Chong, who was riding a horse not far away.

Lu Chong saw that Zheng Sheng's horse was empty, and couldn't help frowning: "What about your prey?" ”

"Lu Chong, did your sister tell you? She wants me to take you back to Nanyang. Zheng Sheng opened his mouth but mentioned another thing.

"I don't want to go." Lu Chong bluntly refused.

"Your family is going to settle in Nanyang. You are equivalent to finding the way for your father and sister, and if it is not good over there, won't your father and them have to suffer in the past? Zheng Sheng said patiently.

Lu Chong was a little distressed: "However, my sister hasn't married you yet, wouldn't it be too ...... for us to move to your house?"

"Nanyang is not my Zheng clan's private territory, how can anyone gossip in the past?"

Lu Chong said in a low voice: "Do you really want to go?" ”

"I'm really going."

Lu Chong was silent.

"What are your ambitions? It's not going to be a hunter, is it? Zheng Sheng asked.

"Of course not, my ambition is to become a general like Lu Boyan and Lu Youjie." Lu Chong blushed and said angrily.

"Really? Then you have a lot of ambitions! Zheng Sheng smiled.

"Actually, what I admire the most is Huo Guanhou. But General Huo is so powerful, I'm afraid I can't be such a big man. Lu Chong said with a frown.

"Do you know how hard it is to be a big man like that?" Zheng Sheng asked softly.

"I'll try. See! I now practice archery and martial arts every day, which is proof of this! Lu Chong said.

"But in doing so, you can only become a reckless man, maybe you will become a brave vanguard general, but you can't be a handsome talent like Lu Xun and Lu Kang. You need to read military books and learn the tactics of strategy. ”

"But General Huo doesn't read the art of war, and he still wins a hundred battles!" Lu Chong was very unconvinced.

But Huo Quai, who didn't read the art of war, was only one, and everyone else became reckless. Do you think you're going to be the next Huo Qu's disease? ”

Lu Chong shook his head.

"Then you'll have to read. This is the reason why you go to Nanyang. You should know that I built a library in Nanyang and there are a lot of books. ”

Lu Chong was silent.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about staying in Anlu. Will the stone chong of Gangneung be unfavorable to you? Going to Nanyang is not an escape, and now our strength is not as good as others, so we can only endure it first. Waiting for the future to be strong, naturally there is no need for this. ”

"Can't we two of us deal with him together?" Lu Chong felt as if he had been deceived, and his tone was extremely dissatisfied.