The old servant said respectfully: "The old slave has asked, and his subordinates have sealed the Yanmen to death." It stands to reason that it is impossible for the news in Yanmen Pass to come out. The fact that the imperial court still does not know the news of the Liao army's pressure on the border just proves this. As for where Yang Yansi got the news, the old slave has no way of knowing,"

The old man in brocade picked up the gilded spoon that had been dropped, and while feeding the starling bird, he said, "This matter is irrelevant. Yang Yansi will know if he knows. He didn't dare to tell the court about this matter, which means that he knew what was at stake. It is not difficult to see from his brazen departure from Beijing.

That's not a bad thing for us. ”

The old man in brocade handed the gilded spoon and bird food jar in his hand to the old servant, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that among the people left by Pan Hong, there are many who don't listen to your command?" It's better to let them assassinate Yang Yansi. It just so happened that Yang Yansi was also the culprit who killed the Pan family. I believe that these people who are loyal to the Pan family will definitely carry out this order well. ”

The old servant's eyes lit up, and he patted his ass and said, "The master is clever." In this way, all the people who are not subordinate to the Pan family have filled in the pit of the Yang family. The rest will be of our use. And we, with little effort. ”

The old man in brocade walked to an arhat couch, lay down lazily, and said with emotion: "Speaking of this method of killing people with a knife, Yin people." His Majesty is the most brilliant today. I still learned this little bit of skill from him. ”

The old servant said fiercely: "When the old man was back, he should have been calculated by Zhao Kuangyi. ”

The old man in brocade squinted his eyes and said, "Don't talk about this, you and I just know it." How did you get in touch with Gao Huaide? ”

At the mention of Gao Huaide, the old servant was a little angry.

"The old man is so hateful, it's like a lion opening his mouth. This time, we spent a lot of money in order to keep their people in the northwest still. sighed and got down to business, and the price he offered was higher. ”

The old man in brocade sat up, frowned, and said, "What does the thief old man want?" ”

The old servant said in a deep voice: "The northwest soldiers of the Pan family who want us to swallow ......"

An angry look flashed on the face of the old man in brocade, and he roared, "The thief old man is greedy. You go and tell him, up to sixty percent. Otherwise, the old man didn't mind letting the Liao people enter the customs and swallowing up all the Gao family's troops in the northwest. ”

The old servant was taken aback, "Master, if this is told to Zhao Kuangyi by that old horseman, our family will be finished." ”

The old man in brocade smiled fiercely and said, "He doesn't dare, the old man holds his handle." ”

The old servant was stunned, and then said with a smile: "The old slave understands, and the old slave will talk to him immediately." ”

……

However, it was said that Yang Qi went out of Bianjing and hurried all the way to Yanmen Pass.

After traveling for a day and a night, he rushed out of Kaifeng and rushed to Jinju.

"Puff~"

There was no rest for a day and a night, and people were sleepy and tired.

A horse could not withstand the toss, fell to the ground, and never got up again.

Immediately afterward, one horse after another fell to the ground.

"Uncle, let's find a post station to rest, change horses, and then hurry."

The Qu people of the Yang Mansion were not familiar with Yang Qi, so they did not dare and would not question Yang Qi's orders.

In the end, it was Xiang Cheng, a member of the Cao family, who suggested to Yang Qi.

Under Yang Qi's crotch is a thousand-mile horse, running for a day and a night, sweating profusely, but also looking energetic.

But the horses under other people's crotches are just stronger than ordinary horses, and there is no way to compare them with the horses under Yang Qi's crotch.

Yang Qi reined in the horse and turned his head to take a look.

The horse team behind them was sparsely pulled, and one by one the horses ran and fell.

When you fall to the ground, you start spitting bubbles, and you never get up again.

After a day and a night of cold wind, Yang Qi calmed down a little.

He knew that there were some things that were useless in a hurry.

I watched the curtains ride up to him and look at him eagerly.

Yang Qi let out a breath and said, "Then find a post station to rest for the night." ”

Yang Qi obviously felt that everyone was relieved in their hearts.

Urging the horses to gallop for nearly five miles, they finally arrived at a post station.

The stationmaster of the post station is an old official.

I saw Yang Qi's horse team from afar.

Seeing Yang Qiyi dressed in military uniform, he hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects, "Several generals, where is this coming from and where is it going?" ”

Although the stationmaster of the post station is an official, he is a small official the size of a sesame mung bean, and according to the grade, there is no grade.

It can be said that it does not enter the stream.

Therefore, all other officials, even those from the ninth rank, are greater than him.

When he saw it, he had to give a salute.

Yang Qi made a look, urged Cheng to step forward, took out a piece of Sanya's waist card from his arms, and threw it to the old stationmaster.

"We were ordered to go to Fenzhou to inspect the soldiers, and we will stay at your post house tonight."

The old stationmaster carefully checked Xiangcheng's waist card, and then respectfully returned it to him.

Immediately, he arched his hand and said: "It turned out to be the Shangguan of Sanya." The upper officials will ask for someone to prepare a place for you to stay. ”

Xiang Cheng jumped off the horse, patted the horse's buttocks and said, "I am waiting for urgent business, and I also need to recruit some stallions (public horses) of your post station." ”

The old stationmaster glanced at Yang Qi's team, and his face was a little embarrassed.

"Shangguan, you have a little too many stallions to recruit. If you can show the official document, if you don't use the official document, the lower official can't explain it to the court here. ”

Xiang Cheng blew his beard and glared: "If Lao Tzu has an official document, and there are so many nonsense words with you?" ”

Xiang Cheng turned his head, took a package from his subordinates, and threw it to the old stationmaster.

"This trip is urgent, and this is compensation for the requisition of your post stallions."

The old stationmaster weighed the package, opened it silently, and saw the yellow and white things inside, and was immediately happy.

"The lower officials know, the lower officials know. A few officials, please inside. Tomorrow morning, the lower officials will prepare horses for you. ”

Yang Qi didn't understand the Tao in the post station.

By Xiang Cheng, it is much better than him.

"Let your men take care of the grandfathers' horses."

Xiang Cheng was like an uncle, and entrusted the horse to the old stationmaster.

The old stationmaster hurriedly ordered the people in the post station to lead the horses.

shouted at his subordinates to take care of the horses, and then he took Yang Qi and the others into the post station.

There is a horizontal plaque at the entrance of the post station, and there are three big characters on the plaque.

Fenshui Station.

Entering the post station, Yang Qi was also stunned.

This post station looks more like a big mansion and a big inn.

The post station is boxy, like a huge courtyard.

The post station is very rough, but the decoration is very exquisite, like a well-maintained inn.

Some people may think that the ancient post house was like a large courtyard of a farmer's house, with a few thatched huts, one or two horse sheds, and a small courtyard surrounded by a fence.

Not really.

In ancient times, there were only some post stations in remote places, which would be dilapidated.

Some of the post stations on the main transportation routes are generally very large and have complete facilities.

Because it carries the heavy responsibility of disseminating information and providing people with rest. So it's not easy.