Su Buhan's parchment was quickly presented to Emperor Lizong's desk.

At the emergency court meeting convened by Ouchi, all the magnates gathered together, led by Shi Miyuan, and all of them proposed to Rizong to agree to the Mongols' request and form an alliance with them, and there was only one reason, and there was only one reason: to destroy the Jin Kingdom and take revenge.

There are a few people who are a little more sober-minded, and they propose whether to delay it for a while, and wait for the Mongols and the Jin State to lose both sides, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman.

This extremely clever suggestion has been severely reprimanded, how can the Heavenly Empire be able to carry out such a dirty and clumsy plan? Since the Mongols came all the way to form an alliance, they should make an agreement with them in three chapters, and once the action is slow, the Mongols will enter Bianliang City, and the recovery of the northern land will become a dream again, who will bear this responsibility?

So the man who said this shrank his neck, laughed and shut his mouth.

Li Zong is also enthusiastic, the resentment of a hundred years ago is always haunted above his head, lingering, although these years of peaceful life is comfortable, but suddenly someone jumped out and invited him to go with him to drive away the foreigners who occupied his ancestors' sleeping beds, he is still very happy.

So the plan quickly made a decision, and Li Zong issued an order to send envoys to return to Mongolia with Su Buhan, bring a letter to Genghis Khan, form a bloody alliance with him, attack the north and south, and drink under the city of Bianliang.

Everything went in order, the secretary and superintendent began to write the credentials, the Ministry of Rites selected the envoys and prepared gifts, and the Privy Council and the Ministry of War deployed to escort the soldiers and horses.

More than 20 years ago, Haimen Lieutenant and now Taifu Qing Wang Zheng were selected again to become an envoy to the Mongolian state, and at the age of more than 50 years, he stepped on the healthy horse to the north again, facing the north wind with melting snow and cold air in early spring, and embarked on another negotiation journey.

Of course, Changsun Hong didn't know all this.

He asked someone to send a letter to his family, and by the way, he sent back some money and food to eat, and he planned the trip south with Duan Wu with great interest.

Xuzhou also belongs to Tongchuan Fu Road, the distance between Hezhou is only more than 500 miles, through Changzhou, Fushunjian, Rongzhou and Xiangzhou that is, but in the meantime the mountains are heavy, the road is extremely difficult to travel, especially in the area of Rongzhou and Xiangzhou, the sheep intestine plank road is drilled back and forth between the mountain cliffs, the geological conditions are complex, the rockfall torrents occur frequently, it is often the road that is rushed out in the morning, and it will be washed away by the mudslide at night, the Sichuan people go south, rarely take this road.

This is also the natural geographical environment of Shimen Fan isolated from the world, for thousands of years, the barbarians here have been left to fend for themselves, few outsiders disturb, the Central Plains city head of the king banner changes, but this side is almost never affected, the primitive living state of the tribal Tusi is indisputable.

In a word, if you want to get through, you have to make a lot of effort.

However, this can't stop the anxious heart of Changsun Hong, he explained to the dog the configuration method of the pulp, and told him to keep it secret, which is the way to settle down in the future. also sent a message to Carpenter Zhang from Zhangjia Village, and the proceeds of the rice mill could be given directly to the dogs.

also asked for leave from the academy, and lied to Master Zhou that he was going to go to the field for funeral, the eldest grandson's family was originally a foreigner, and Master Zhou also knew, so it was naturally inconvenient to say anything, but he just wanted him to go early and return early, after all, the spring exam will start at the end of March, don't delay.

He and Duan Wuyi prepared a pair of burdens, picked up some salt and iron things, all of which were lacking in the mountains, covered them with tarpaulin, and carried a wrapper, packed some clothes and wrapped them, dry food and water hyacinth, and said goodbye to Ruifuxiang and everyone in the early morning at the end of February, and went out of the city gate to the south.

Duan Wu is the happiest, he left home at a young age and has not returned for many years, his family in Shimen is haunted by dreams, his parents are still there, and the wanderer is worried.

Before leaving, the eldest grandson Hong went to the county government to ask for a reason, with Wang Gui here, it was easy to succeed, and the road was unimpeded.

Out of Hezhou, through Changzhou, all the way is the scenery of selling illicit salt with the eldest grandson Hao brothers when they first crossed over.

At that time, Changsun Hong was still a sick and weak young man whose life was in danger and could die at any time, and a typhoid fever took his life.

Selling illicit salt, I can't see the light, Changsun Hao and everyone are night walks, and they hurry by starlight and moonlight. Today is different, the eldest grandson Hong and Duan Wu are walking openly, the wonderful scenery in the mountains is vivid, the breeze in the valley is long, the apes on the mountain beams on both sides are screaming, the wild grass is green, the wild flowers are fragrant, although there is no one in the desolate place, but also walking vigorously.

Duan Wu was a muffled gourd in front of others, and he couldn't fart with a stick, for fear that others would hear his barbarian accent and laugh and ridicule, so he refused to speak. But along the way, he never closed his mouth with Changsun Hong, and kept introducing the situation of Shimen Fan to Changsun Hong.

Changsun Hong also listened attentively, and asked questions from time to time, asking some topics of interest, such as how to cultivate the fields in the mountains, how to harvest them, how to solve the problem of water use, who to communicate with more foreign countries, etc., etc., many times Duan Wu did not make it clear, he would also remind him.

After walking like this for a few days, he was about to enter the realm of Fushun Prison.

The post post in the Song Dynasty was developed, although it was not like the Ming Dynasty in later generations, ten miles and one pavilion, but at intervals, there was a post pavilion built next to the road, and the pavilion was equipped with a water tank stove, which often provided dry firewood, and was used by the passers-by to cook on their own, and rested and sharpened.

In the evening of this day, seeing that the sky was almost dark, there happened to be a post box on the side of the road, so the two of them took their burdens and walked in.

The pavilion is not big, it can only accommodate four or five people, it is enough for two people to stay for one night, there are no beds in it, only hay, and there is no problem in making do with sleeping.

Duan Wu cooks on the fire, and the next meal is the pickles made by Rui Fuxiang's cook, the two of them eat, and the sky is dark, there will naturally be no entertainment programs in this place in these years, the two of them are lying on the hay, talking without a match, the topic turns around, and they are inseparable from Shimenfan, as if there are endless topics there, and it is late at night unconsciously.

I have to hurry tomorrow, and I am tired, so the two dozed off and gradually fell asleep.

The night was deep, the surroundings were silent, the insects in the grass were whispering in the moonlight, everything was so peaceful, but somehow, Changsun Hong always felt that his heart was beating and he couldn't sleep well.

In a hazy moment, Changsun Hong seemed to feel that something was wrong in the pavilion, he rubbed his eyelids, opened his eyes, and was suddenly startled.

In the dark pavilion, Duan Wu carried a pole and stick, like a leopard ready to attack, crouching on the lower edge of the window, revealing a pair of eyes, looking out.

Changsun Hong immediately turned over, reached out and took out the hand knife given to him by his second uncle Changsun Jin from his baggage, held it in his hand, and was about to open his mouth when he touched it.

"There's movement on the road outside." Duan Wu whispered, his eyes staring out the window and not moving: "It's not a beast, it's a human." ”

Person?!

Who is in this wilderness in the starry night?

The eldest grandson frowned, could it be that he had met a smuggler again? This place is close to Fushun Prison, and those who walk in the dark at night will not be good people.

"It's coming!" Duan Wu's pupils shrank suddenly, he lowered his body, and reached the door with a vertical leap, standing up silently.

"Second owner, wait a minute, if it's not right, you go first, I'll stand in the way." Duan Wu's deep voice was almost inaudible, and only Changsun Hong, who was very close, could hear it: "If the black light is blind, the thief can't see clearly, and he won't chase after him." ”

At this time, it is naturally not the time for you to push me, if it is a bandit who comes, he will not leave a living mouth, then both of them will die, Changsun Hong nodded and squeezed the handle of the knife a little tighter.

The sound outside was already very clear, the sound of heavy breathing came from far and near, the footsteps staggered, and there was a faint moan of pain, in the silent darkness, it was particularly harsh.

Eldest Sun Hong and Duan Wu glanced at each other, and from the light in each other's eyes, they both sensed something unusual.

It seems to be two injured people.

The people outside probably didn't deliberately hide their movements, and went straight to this pavilion, and the sound of talking was floating in the wind.

"Uncle, hold on, there is a post booth in front, we went over to bandage your wounds, your blood is flowing a lot, if you don't wrap it, you won't be able to survive Hezhou."

The other voice just snorted and didn't speak, with a heavy snort and chaotic steps.

Changsun Hong, who was hiding behind the door, suddenly felt that these two voices seemed to have been heard somewhere, especially the second hum, although there was only one sound, it was very familiar for no reason.

Who is it?

Changsun Hong pinched the knife and searched in his memory, his brows furrowed, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, his face turned pale, he threw the knife away, opened the door desperately, and shouted out loudly in Duan Wu's suspicious gaze.

"Second uncle!"

(End of chapter)