Two months have passed, and Baochai seems to have lost a lot.

In the carefree boudoir life, being pressed into a big mountain by virtue of nothing, is a real mountain of pressure.

Although he didn't get Jia Cong's personal advice, he still had to write a letter.

In a short letter, with only more than 100 words, more than 200 people on this ship were entrusted to her and Ping'er.

Ping'er is dominated by her in everything, so how can Baochai be light?

The night before she boarded the ship, she had imagined countless warmth, surprises and happiness on the ship, but she never imagined that it would be like this......

However, she didn't feel sad or disappointed, but had a feeling of "male protagonist and female protagonist" in her heart.

Her nature is to rely on the wind to borrow power to go to the sky.

After exhaling lightly, he didn't say anything more at all, and Baochai asked Xue Pan's birdman to close his mouth and go to the bed to straighten the corpse with his eyes.

For this excellent sister, Xue Pan is both loving and fearful.

Then Baochai returned to the third floor and waited for news.

……

The third floor of the building boat is actually like a set of exquisite houses, although it is not large, but it is also divided into several rooms according to the layout.

The main room, the warm pavilion, the wing room, the ear room, the inverted seat......

The main bedroom is naturally reserved for Jia Cong, he is not there, and it is difficult for others to enter.

Baochai and Ying'er live in the east chamber, Ping'er and Qingwen are in the west chamber, and Xiaohong, Chunyan and others are also two people in the same room and can take care of each other.

"Miss Bao, what's going on?"

Seeing Baochai coming back, she only knew that she was going to appease her uneasy brother, Ping'er asked with concern.

Baochai's expression was unusual, he only shook his head slightly, but did not answer.

She walked to the window, quietly pulled back the corner of the thick curtain, and looked out.

The third floor is considered a boudoir, and in order to prevent pedestrians on the pier from watching, it is covered by curtains at the moment.

After letting Qingwen lock up the stubborn Chunyan, Xiangling, and Xiaojiao'er in the small room to be quiet, she walked to Baochai's side and asked softly, "Girl, but what happened?" ”

Baochai didn't hide it, and told the hot Uncle Zhen about his visit, Ping'er changed his face when he heard this, and he was speechless for a while.

Although Baochai was heavy and worried in his heart, his face calmed down and looked out the window quietly.

The boat is only a few dozen steps away from the wharf, although it is not real, but from the window, you can also see that there are more than a dozen people standing on the pier close to the ship.

All of them are wearing Confucian shirts and scarves.

Mama Liu and Mama Zhu led the four girls off the boat, gave the gift to a man in the middle, and said for a while, naturally they couldn't hear clearly......

However, I could see that there seemed to be a commotion in the crowd, and many of the scholars crowded forward.

Then the man in the middle should be the uncle of the Zhen family, Zhen Fu, I don't know what to say to Mama Zhu and Mama Liu.

It didn't take long for the two grandmothers to return with the four maids.

After the two grandmothers returned to the third floor, Baochai asked with a solemn face: "Two mothers, what did the people outside say?" ”

Mama Zhu said: "Girl, that Uncle Zhen said that since the third master is sick and inconvenient to see guests, then they can't force it." I just want to ask the third master for a pair of ink treasures, preferably the manuscript of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and ask the third master if there is a new work? ”

When Baochai heard this, Hai breathed a sigh of relief, Ping'er stood beside her, and could even feel her tense body relax.

But he heard Baochai instruct: "Go and wrap the two poems left by Brother Cong and let my mother send them down." ”

Ping'er hurriedly went to the main room to prepare, and after a while, he took two rolls of paper.

After Baochai took it, he rubbed it on the paper roll, as if he was reluctant to give up, but in the end, what was in front of him was important.

She handed the paper roll to Mama Zhu and said, "Mama told Uncle Zhen that in addition to the Mid-Autumn Festival, another song "Linjiang Immortal" was composed the day before yesterday, please Uncle Zhen and all the friends of Zhenjiang Mansion Xianxian Yazheng. ”

When Mama Zhu heard this, she hurriedly took her orders and left.

However, Baochai stopped Mama Liu again, and said: "I'm tired of my mother going to the first floor to tell Deputy Team Qi Zheng, just say that someone stopped the boat today, and someone will watch the boat after that, this is what the third master has explained, please Vice Team Qi is cheering up, be careful and careful, not naughty." ”

Mama Liu didn't dare to be careless when she heard this, and hurriedly went downstairs.

After a while, he came up again to restore his life, saying that the deputy team of Qi was asking the girl to rest assured that the uncle had already made an expected arrangement, and it would be foolproof.

After Mama Liu went down again, Ping'er was about to praise Baochai, but saw her shaking her body, as if she was unsteady on her feet.

Ping'er was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and Ying'er, who was waiting at the door of the east chamber, also ran over in a few steps, crying: "Girl......"

Baochai exhaled a long breath, a layer of fine sweat floating on his snow-white forehead, and he was about to say something, but he heard a faint cheer outside.

She hurriedly walked to the window, picked up a curtain and looked out, and saw a group of white-clothed gentlemen on the dock cheering excitedly around Zhen Fu.

Zhen Fu held a scroll of paper, as if reading aloud.

Mama Zhu has already turned back, but she hasn't gone upstairs yet.

Ping'er also picked up a corner of the curtain to look out, and happened to see many people on the dock, actually saluting the boat.

After saluting, all the Confucian students turned around and left together.

Mama Zhu came upstairs and relayed: "Miss Bao, Miss Ping, the Uncle Zhen outside was very satisfied after reading the words of the third master, and persuaded the third master to rest, he said that he would respond to Tianfu in the near future, and he must invite the host to wait for the third master to come when the time comes." ”

When Baochai heard this, she nodded to Ying'er, Ying'er understood, and hurriedly took out her purse from her sleeve pocket, took a silver ingot of about two taels and handed it to Mama Zhu.

Mama Zhu excused herself, and Baochai smiled: "Please have tea with Mother and Mother Liu." ”

Ping'er also persuaded: "Miss Bao has always been generous, and it is good for mothers to accept it." ”

Mama Zhu went down with a thousand thanks.

After the others left, looking at Baochai's face, Ping'er complained: "The third master doesn't know how distressed people are, why has Miss Bao ever worked so hard?" I didn't discuss it with the girl, so I bullied people like this. When they meet again, they will ask him to compensate the girl. Girl, sit down ......."

After Baochai was helped by Ping'er and Ying'er to sit down, she lowered her eyes and chuckled: "What are we tired of?" Sitting on the boat is delicious and delicious, and there are female storytellers and small drama troupes below, teaching you to read and write Braille every day, and be a female celebrity...... But I don't know what happened to Brother Cong now. ”

When Ping'er heard this, her heart trembled, how could she not be worried? On his face, he still smiled and said with relief: "Miss Bao, don't worry, the third master said, let us go to Jinling on October 15, he will arrive in Jinling on that day." ”

When Baochai heard this, he looked at Ping'er and said with a smile: "Brother Strange Daocong values you the most, and he is a little more heartfelt." ”

Ping'er smiled shyly: "The girl made fun of me again......"

As the two were talking, they saw Xiaojiao'er, Xiangling and others, who had just been locked up in the room, run out again.

Baochai looked at Xiao Jiao'er, really helpless, and said, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao Jiao'er smiled and said, "Miss Bao, shall we eat Yangtze River fish at noon?" ”

Ping'er sneered, grabbed Xiaojiao'er, pinched her fleshy face, and said, "Don't you look at what you have become fat, just like a Fu doll, and still greedy?" ”

Xiao Jiao'er said confidently: "Sister Xiangling is greedy!" ”

Everyone laughed, yes, except for Xiaojiaoer, only Xiangling, who had the purest mind, was carefree.

Her mother Feng Shi also helped on the boat, unlike others who still miss their families, they eat and sleep well on the boat, but their range of activities is limited, how can they not be fat?

However, Xiangling is not as fat as Xiaojiao'er, she is just a lot richer.

Hearing Xiaojiao'er's betrayal, Xiangling stomped her feet anxiously and denied: "No!" "But the pretty eyes are still dripping.

After Baochai and Ping'er glanced at each other, they were angry and funny, but suddenly there was a kind of pride after adults sheltered their children from the wind and rain and protected the peace and tranquility of the successful home.

He opened the curtain again and looked out the window, and saw that those scholars had retreated, Baochai put his mind at ease, thought about it and smiled: "I want to eat river fish...... Xiangling, you go and talk to your mother and ask her to explain to the people below. But you can't be greedy, it's not good for girls to be too fat. ”

Xiangling was upright and responded with a smile: "Hmm! The girl used to be fat, but now it's better......"

Even Ping'er laughed along, laughed twice and felt bad, and retreated Xiangling.

Baochai was not annoyed, but laughed along, expecting: "It will be fine in half a month......

Ping'er understood in her heart and hummed.

In half a month, we will be able to meet again......

……

In the thirteenth year of Chongkang, the sixth day of October.

Heavy rain in the provinces south of the Yangtze River, and most of the official roads are blocked by flash floods and mudslides.

Therefore, on the 600-mile road from Lin'an to Yangzhou, Jia Cong and his entourage walked for nine days.

On the fifth night of October, they went to Yangzhou to find a shabby foot and handed it to repair for a night, and a group of 12 people rushed to the gooseneck lane of Caiyi Street in the early morning of the 6th before dawn.

At this point, it is already the stage where this layout has begun to end.

The thousands of miles ahead of him are all perfect.

At present, the final battle is almost one step away, and with Jia Cong's temperament, he will naturally not underestimate the enemy.

There are only a dozen people around him, and the probability of capsizing in the gutter is not small.

However, Yangzhou is not a provincial capital, and only 100 households are established.

In addition, Liu Zhao's use of people is superb, and Jiangnan is the richest place in the world, so it is difficult to find a character like Shen Yan to cooperate with the outside world.

So, you can only attack!

Jia Cong didn't know if God was helping him, the rainy days for more than a month had given him too much convenience.

In comparison, the little obstruction caused by the road is negligible.

Standing at the intersection of Gooseneck Lane, the sky was still dark, and the two oil-paper lamps downstairs at the door of the hundred households had also been extinguished.

It is the darkest time before dawn and the deepest time of the day.

Jia Cong led people to a gatehouse, Zhanpeng took a leap, took off a lantern, hid in the gatehouse to avoid the rain, and slowly lit it with a fire fold, fainting a not eye-catching fire.

After Jia Cong personally took the lantern, he bowed his head slightly to Zhanpeng, Zhanpeng understood, turned his hand over, took out a scimitar hidden in his sleeve pocket, and gently hooked and pushed along the crack of the door, and the door was opened.

Shen Lang, who was unsmiling by nature, didn't say a word, but his body was as light and fast as an ape, with a short sword and a dagger in his hand.

Together with Zhanpeng, the two did not pause at all, and while alerting the Quartet, they rushed all the way in.

No one thought that someone would attack the Jinyi Guard in the peaceful and prosperous season, and it was such weather, so there was almost no defense in the hundred households.

Zhan Peng and Shen Lang were responsible for smashing Huanglong, capturing or killing Meng Baoguo, a hundred households in Yangzhou.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, Jia Cong has great righteousness, as long as Meng Baoguo is taken, the rest of the crowd has no leader, and there is no chance to turn the tables.

Except for the two who were left to protect Jia Cong's safety just in case, the others "cleaned" the entire hundred households in order.

Mainly locked, there are those who dare to resist, and no one else will be pardoned!

Jia Cong himself held an oil-paper umbrella, guarded by Han Tao and Guo Yun, and walked inside step by step.

Some sounds of surprise and muffled snort gradually sounded in my ears, but they were not in the weather.

It wasn't until after a pillar of incense that a fierce fighting sound suddenly came from inside the second gate, but it didn't last long.

After a while, Jia Cong saw Shen Lang, who was as white as ice, carrying a bloody human head, and Zhan Peng, who was full of excitement, escorting an embarrassed young man back.

As soon as he came out of the Hanging Flower Gate and saw Jia Cong, Zhan Peng shouted excitedly: "My lord, I caught a big fish!" ”

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