"Did he notice?" Jia Rudao was a little surprised, and the hand that wanted to hold the teacup on the edge of the teacup didn't move.

"As far as I can see, it should be." Ding Daquan groaned, brushing the beard on his chin.

"Hmph, the barbarian is suspicious, it seems to be true." Jia Rudao sneered, touched the fine porcelain pattern of the teacup, and said coldly: "But what? If he enters the city tomorrow, he will enter tomorrow, and if he comes so far, does he still plan to live outside the city for how long? ”

With a snort, he picked up the teacup, put it to his mouth and said, "Don't panic, since Changsun Hong is here, even if he notices it, it will be too late." This is the capital, the garrison at the feet of the Son of Heaven, even if he has three heads and six arms, he is not allowed to be rounded and flattened, and let him stay outside the city for one night? ”

"This ...... He carried three hundred armor soldiers with him, I looked at it, all of them were battle-hardened soldiers, and the iron armor enveloped the whole person, invulnerable, I was afraid of ......" Ding Daquan looked at Jia Rudao and took a sip of tea with a sharp mouth, and said worriedly.

"So what?" Jia Rudao laughed and interrupted him: "Are you worried that he will turn the sky by relying on these three hundred people? No matter how powerful the soldiers are, there are only 300 people, and there are 20,000 troops in the capital alone, as well as the Tiger Wing Army and the Dianqian Division, how can he turn it over? I've seen soldiers who can use one enemy and two, and one enemy three, his eldest grandson Hong has a way of training, I count him as able to use one enemy and five, in this high-walled capital, there is no need to use the Mizhou army, the forbidden army in the city alone can crush them to death, what are you afraid of? ”

Ding Daquan was speechless by Jia Yidao, but he added countless confidences, and unconsciously his courage rose, and he thought about it sideways and felt that it was so reasonable, what was he worried about just now?

He laughed flatteringly, and echoed: "The palace marshal is right, it's Ding Daquan who thinks too much, thinks too much. ”

"You go over again tonight and bring some meat from the labor army, just say that it means the imperial court, they are guests from afar, and it is necessary to reward something, but don't break the face of the official." Jia Rudao narrowed his eyes and advised: "Go with great fanfare, sound the gong to open the way, move a little bigger, and see the more people who hear it, the better." ”

Ding Da nodded approvingly: "I understand, I understand." ”

He saw that it was getting late outside, and it was about to get dark, so he hurriedly said goodbye, allocated a batch of food, wine and meat, and rushed to the army of Sun Hong, the governor outside the city.

After coming and going, Ding Daquan's mood was very different, he was anxious when he entered the city, but he was happy and cheerful when he went out of the city, and he almost hummed a song.

The sedan car travels on the entrance and exit avenue of Lin'an City, this road is also called the Royal Street, it is the widest road in the city, it is also a road that runs through the whole city, on both sides of the street, all kinds of shops are dotted, the red lanterns are hung high in the lintels of various places, the night of Lin'an is reflected as bright as day, the brilliant lights are embellished with the giant of this water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the crowds are crowded under the lights, all kinds of happy guests and drunkards are criss-crossed, and the noisy voices will continue until the late night of Lin'an.

And the city gate, did not close, the officers and soldiers of the gate lazily coped with errands, the tax collectors were energetic to check the merchants, because of the relationship of conforming to the long-distance merchants' public opinion, the city gate of Lin'an has been closed at three o'clock in the evening, compared with the northern city where the four gates are closed as soon as the sky is dark, this side is much more tolerant.

Ding Daquan peeked out through the curtain of the sedan chair, looked at the prosperous street scenes with satisfaction, and thought to himself: It's still good in the south, how long has it been since there was a curfew? It's been more than ten years, right? Separated by such a distance, the barbarians in the north can't beat the big river, the mountains and rivers are separated, Lin'an is as stable as Mount Tai, and after years of accumulation, only then can Lin'an have the wind of the Tang Dynasty today, such a strong and prosperous national capital, who can invade?

After watching it for a while, Ding Daquan thought of the eldest grandson Honglai again, and couldn't help but hum a breath from his nostrils just now.

Hehe, just a barbarian, no matter how you say it, you are a barbarian, you are thoughtful, how can you be Lord Jia's opponent, Lord Jia was so stable just now, he is not moving like a mountain, he can strategize between talking and laughing, what can you fight? It's not like you're sticking your neck and waiting for death.

I was in a good mood, and the accompanying footsteps seemed to be a lot faster, and soon, Ding Daquan arrived at the place.

Ding Daquan got off the sedan chair and looked at it, but he was taken aback, only to see that a walled city had risen from the ground on a wasteland that he had left less than two hours ago.

Although the walled city is not large, it is unconventional, and a row of wooden walls made of large logs are neatly nailed to the wasteland, and a large cowhide tent emerges from the wall, which looks like a small city under the flags.

Ding Daquan's heart, which was originally puffed up by Jia Yidao, seemed to have leaked a little more at this moment.

What does this speed mean? Ding Daquan is a well-informed person, and he has seen a lot of various armies in the north and south, and it is really rare to see such a village as the eldest grandson Hong's barbarian army.

But after thinking about it, it's like Jia Yidao said, so what? Tomorrow will not be taken by the imperial court, which is waiting for it.

As soon as he thought so, Ding Daquan was angry.

He coughed, and approached the gate of the village, where a few brute soldiers were guarding, and a few fires were burning, and when he saw people in the firelight, he asked loudly from afar.

Ding Daquan showed his intention several times, and also pointed to the large and small cars behind him, which meant that they were full of food from the labor army.

"Leave the things, my family has already rested." The barbarian soldier who led the team seemed to be a head, and said to Ding Daquan with unkind eyebrows: "I've been tired for days, and my old illness has recurred, and I really can't get up, please Lord Ding Haihan." ”

"Oh......" Ding Daquan's face is not good-looking, this is a bit deceitful and too much, Lao Tzu kindly brought something to see you, but you didn't even see your face, it was so arrogant.

He rubbed his beard and raised it, and wanted to take out the momentum of the court officials to suppress it, but the brute general in front of him stood up without changing his face, and it didn't seem to be a big bird himself.

It's just a matter of how crazy you are.

sneered a few times in his heart, Ding Daquan did not hesitate, let people put down things, and did not bother to say a few words such as asking the eldest grandson to live a good life, turned his head and left.

Anyway, the meaning is here, it's up to you whether you appreciate it or not.

Sitting in a sedan chair, Ding Daquan returned to the city in a beautiful way.

Seeing Ding Daquan go away, the barbarian generals guarding the gate of the village also breathed a long sigh of relief.

He was nervous too.

After all, the other party is a big official of the Song Dynasty, and he is a person who is a head higher than his own master in terms of rank, if the other party insists on breaking in to see if it is true or not, as a barbarian general of an ordinary general, it is really difficult to deal with it.

"It's empty inside...... the barbarian muttered a few times, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Fortunately, there is no stuffing." ”

He turned his head, rolled his eyes a few times, and commanded sharply: "Close the gate of the village, adults should not be disturbed by others when resting, and no one should knock on the door!" ”

The barbarians shouted yes, poured into the door, and then slammed the gate shut.