In the early morning, the mist had not dispersed, and there was a trace of coldness in the air, Song Ting rode on a white horse and glanced back at Zhao Yuanzhen, at this time she was lightly draped in white and shook her snow-white wrist at him, and the white jade accessories in her hand made a tinkling sound, shouting at him: "Xianggong, come back early!"

"Zhen'er, it's cold right now, let's go into the house!" Song Ting kicked the horse's belly with both legs, whipped the whip in his hand, the white horse neighed, the horse's hooves tapped and tapped faster, and the white horse galloped along the road.

Song Ting saw that Youjian, Xiaoman, Qingzhu, and Snow Goose also came out, so he beckoned, which was regarded as a greeting, and then rode away, only to hear the voice of the princess's wife vaguely in his ears: "Come back early-"

"Drive, drive......" Lu Junyi and Yan Qing rode horses to follow, and the three horses crossed the street in front of the house in a zigzag shape.

Walk along the Vermilion Bird Gate to the south of the city, there is already a red horse waiting at the gate, and a mature woman with a willow waist and red yarn and bright eyes and bright teeth on the mount, with a heroic posture, hugged her fist towards Song Ting: "Brother Song Jiang, Brother Song Jiang asked Sanniang to accompany Master Ma to Yangzhou, Brother Song Jiang said that Jiangnan is not peaceful, let me protect the safety of Master Ma with me."

I didn't expect to meet Hu Sanniang here, and I didn't expect Song Jiang to send Hu Sanniang to protect him, in other words, his martial arts are not bad, and he brought Lu Junyi and Yan Qing, this Song Jiang also called Hu Sanniang, isn't it a bit of a superfluous move?

"Since you've come here, let's go with you." said lightly, Song Ting took the horse and walked in the front, Hu Sanniang followed, and Lu Junyi and Yan Qing were behind.

From Bianjing to Yangzhou, there are almost 650 miles of road, and it takes two and a half days to arrive at the earliest, and Song Ting is not very hurried, with Lu, Yan, and Hu, the horse travels only 80 miles, so he stops and rests, and when it gets dark, he stays in a hotel along the way.

It was not until the fifth day that he arrived in Yangzhou City. Yangzhou City is also a little cold at this time, but it is just noon, the autumn is high and cool, the sea breeze of Qiantang is bathed, and the dry and cold of Bianjing is different, and the face is cool and humid air.

Yangzhou City is still lively and prosperous, the sound of selling along the street is endless, Song Ting and other four people dismounted, led the horse through, and when they walked to the center of the street, they gradually heard some news about Fang La's rebellion.

A teahouse in the center of the street, crowded with people inside and out, some people sitting, some people standing, all staring in the same direction, there is a small platform, a three-foot table, a fan, two pieces of pear blossom wood, a storyteller behind the table, everyone in the teahouse, are listening attentively to the storyteller.

This storyteller is in his fifties, wearing a green cloth robe, wearing a black round hat, his eyes are bright, only to hear him touch the two pieces of pear blossom wood a few times, pick up the fan, snap it, and say: "Last time, we said that this Fang La rate hundreds of thousands of people, killed Cai Zun, occupied She, Mu two states, ten days ago, and conquered Quzhou, killed the county guard Peng Rufang, in the north, and took Xincheng, Tonglu, Fuyang, Qingyuan and other four counties, now, has occupied the four states, into Hangzhou City......"

"And the hundreds of thousands of people in this square la, originally there were no weapons, as soon as the gong and gold sounded chaotically, the mouth shouted, 'rob everyone's wealth, disperse to raise people', this shout, the Quartet heard the wind in response, the sickles and hoes at home were raised, and some hunters brought bows and arrows...... All of a sudden, hundreds of thousands of people rebelled! These people will be arrested and killed every official, and those who are arrested will have their flesh cut off, cut off their bodies, take their lungs and intestines to cook, or boil them into anointing oil, and pierce them with arrows, and the family and wives of the officials will inevitably be tortured......"

"Ahh It's scary! Several of the women listened, and when they heard this, they bared their teeth and screamed, and their shoulders trembled, and they looked really frightened.

"Anyway...... Is the meat of the official tasty? There were also a few floating waves who smiled and asked, and in their eyes, there was no look of fear, just that it was a fictional story.

There are also two old men who are obviously outsiders, who can't listen anymore when they hear this, and they close their eyes and sigh: "What a sin! O iniquity! Throwing down a few bounties, he got up and walked out of the teahouse, looking at his back, as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden.

Hearing this, Song Ting glanced at Hu Sanniang, only to see her hiding her mouth and acting evilly, with disgust in her eyes.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Outside the door of the teahouse, a few Yangzhou Mansion officials suddenly rushed in, carrying waist knives, through the crowd, and arrested the old man who told the story.

"Hey! What are you doing to arrest people! The story isn't over yet! ”

"We gave the money, and we had to finish the story!"

"These dogs in the public gate are too unusual!"

Suddenly, a head catcher turned around and drew a knife and came in, his eyes stared straight at the people in the teahouse, and everyone was immediately silent, and the head catcher said viciously: "Shangguan has an order!" Those who gather to discuss the government will be detained! ”

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, and the head catcher grabbed the bounty on the three-foot table proudly, inserted the knife into the sheath, and walked away.

Looking at this scene, Song Ting didn't know what to say, so he just left the teahouse with Lu Junyi, Yan Qing, and Hu Sanniang.

It was noon, the four of them had a meal in the restaurant along the street, during the meal, Hu Sanniang sat at the opposite table of Song Ting, but did not move the chopsticks at all, Song Ting asked her why she didn't eat, she replied: "Thinking of the words of the storyteller, disgusting, I can't eat ......"

Yan Qing also stopped chopsticks, Lu Junyi picked up rice in the bowl, he didn't know whether to stop or continue eating, and when he saw that Song Ting continued to eat, he continued to eat......

Song Ting's words for Mr. Storyteller, at most, recalled some movie scenes from distant memories, and he still didn't believe what he said, so what...... Can you eat it? Thinking about it, those peasants are similar to the peasants in Yangzhou and Yongtai, most of them still live and work in peace and contentment, and they can't afford to eat before they rebel, and rebellion is rebellion, how can they eat that thing......

Storyteller, how much is the story true and how much is false, the rebellion must be true, what kind of stuff to eat, most of it is made up, right? Thinking of this, after Song Ting let out a snort, he continued to eat with peace of mind, Hu Sanniang glanced at him carefully, and was speechless.

After eating, the four horses walked to Yongtai County, and when it was dark, they arrived at the north gate of Yongtai County, which was the gate by the Xiaoqinhuai River. It's just that at this time, the gate of the north gate is closed, and it is no longer allowed to enter or exit.

"Who?" On the small three-zhang high city tower, there was a person who looked like a small school dressed all over his body, and when he saw the four horses of Song Ting and others, he looked down and asked.

Song Ting looked at the man calmly, but he recognized it, so he laughed and shouted: "Captain Shi! Look who I am! ”

The person on the gatehouse was Shi Gong, the county lieutenant of Yongtai County, who had worked with Song Ting under Wu Ruxiong.

Shi Gong grabbed the torch inserted in the city wall and took a closer look, but saw a noble boy wearing a white costume and riding a white horse, wearing a lake-colored cloak and a white crown on his head, full of aristocratic atmosphere, and he didn't recognize it at all for a while.

Next to Shi Gong, a person with a rough expression and thick eyebrows sweated, grabbed the torch in one fell swoop, looked at it, and couldn't help but shout: "Oops! That's not Song ...... Master Song, oh no, it's the master of the horse!! ”

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