Zhu Qiming roamed, his eyes wide open, trying to perceive this strange world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Half a day's experience was replayed repeatedly in his mind, and Zhu Qiming was a little confused. In the past, with the Warats, he could easily tell that they were wicked and could figure out how to deal with them in every possible way. But now in the vast sea of people, it is obvious that people cannot simply be classified by good and evil, and all kinds of people cannot make livelihood trade-offs based on personal likes and dislikes.

Just like the fat brothers, elegance is just a luxury after worry-free food and clothing; If you want to seek wealth, you have to be vulgar.

The vast world is complex and mind-blowing, far from being comparable to the "bottom of the well" palace.

In the world, he had to admit that he was just an ignorant teenager.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qiming took the abduction lightly.

Although the way of travel is not my wish, it is not bad to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles!

returned to the inn and entered the private room upstairs, and Zhu Qiming remembered the business of returning to Beijing.

Xu Gong meant that he did not look for the guards on this trip, did not disturb the local government office, did not live in the official post station, and just quietly returned to Beijing as a civilian. Regarding Xu Gong's intentions, Zhu Qiming naturally knew that there must be deep meanings. He knew in his heart that the Warat people were just open enemies, and what Xu Gong was worried about must be the black hand in the dark!

Zhu Qiming recalled the old events of the Lamp Market, outside the Forbidden City, and the rainy night in the palace, and imagined how he would solve the mysteries once he returned to Beijing, and suddenly felt very brain-burning.

With a mess of his mind, he inadvertently remembered the unhappiness in the bazaar, and pouted at Xu Gong: "Your outfit is ugly to death, so it's better to change it as soon as possible!" ”

Xu Gong smiled, "There is not much silver, you have to save some money." ”

It was already lunchtime, Xu Gong didn't want to take Zhu Qiming downstairs to eat with those three sects and nine streams, so he ordered the store to send the meal directly to the private room.

The noise of the diners downstairs was very harsh, Zhu Qiming lost his appetite, hurriedly took a few bites, then threw himself away from the table, and sat aside to think about his thoughts.

Xu Gong had an excellent appetite, and he swept the food like a storm and burped, and then said with deep meaning in his eyes: "Your Highness still thinks about returning to Beijing too simply." ”

People are in turmoil! Zhu Qiming turned his head, not wanting to deal with Xu Gong.

Xu Gong sighed: "The martial arts of those eight Han costume Tartars are not low, it seems that Liang Gang and the others are in trouble." His expression then turned solemn, "No, don't stay in one place for too long, if Liang Gang doesn't return tomorrow morning, let's hurry up!" ”

Zhu Qiming had no choice, and his intuition told him that it would not be wrong to listen to Xu Gong's words. However, he was worried about the safety of his master, Wang Kui and others, and the whereabouts of the jade pendant, so he left, and he was finally reluctant in his heart.

Fortunately, there is still time, and I hope the master will return smoothly before tomorrow morning.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qiming felt a little relieved. I wanted to go out to see the folk world again, but with an iron rooster by my side, I had to be upset again, so it was better to close the door and not go out.

Zhu Qiming opened "Warring States Policy" and reread it, and soon fell into the hometown.

In the evening, when the twilight cold hit, Zhu Qiming put down his books and looked out the window. It's snowmelt season, and the branches and eaves outside the window are covered with exaggerated ice edges, presenting a strange scene.

Looking from the window, I saw the smoke rising, and in the streets and courtyards, men, women and children behaved calmly, enjoying the leisurely time before sunset.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic exclamation in the distance, interspersed with the sound of hurried horses' hooves.

"The Tartar is coming!" I don't know who shouted.

When the people outside the window heard the sound, they immediately called for their mothers and made a mess.

"The Tartar is coming!"

After a series of alarms, the entire valley and forest gathered into a pot of porridge, and groups of fleeing people poured out of the streets and alleys, and the screams of adults and the cries of children were endless.

The guests in the inn also woke up from their surprise, hurriedly picked up their luggage, and fled desperately, the sound of chaotic footsteps seemed to collapse the stairs, and the whole inn trembled.

Xu Gong quickly picked up his bags, grabbed Zhu Qiming in surprise, quickly went downstairs, ran to the backyard to pull out the horses, flew on the horse, and then hugged Zhu Qiming in front of him.

"The Tartar must have entered from the Dragon Gate Guard, and you can't stay here!" After speaking, he spurred his horse and ran towards the official road.

The official road is the preferred route for people to flee, and at the moment it is crowded with men, women and children fleeing south, so it is difficult for horses to travel. Looking at this scene of the great escape of all the people, a deep question arose in Zhu Qiming's mind: Is this a prosperous era?

If he hadn't been exiled from Beijing, Zhu Qiming probably wouldn't have had this question when he became an adult. The Ming Dynasty has just experienced the "rule of Renxuan", the whole country thought it was a prosperous era, it was at this time, internal and external troubles followed, in the confrontation with foreign enemies, the national strength of the Ming Dynasty appeared weak, and it was not as good as the Hongwu and Yongle periods, such changes are very puzzling.

Due to the poor movement of horses, Zhu Qiming and Xu Gong rode high-headed horses and fell at the end of the fleeing team.

"Lord Xu, why don't the Dragon Gate Guard defenders intercept the Tartar thieves?" Zhu Qiming asked calmly.

"What are those birdmen doing!" Xu Gong was so angry that he actually uttered obscenities, "There are more than ten Tartar thieves who enter the Kou, and more than 100 people, and there are thousands of defenders of the Dragon Gate Guard, but no one dares to engage in battle, don't look at how they look when they are training in the school field, as soon as they go to the battlefield, they immediately pee their pants, only to avoid the enemy and protect themselves, and they are bloodless!" ”

Zhu Qiming wanted to ask questions, but he heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves behind him, so he looked back at Xu Gong. Xu Gong pricked up his ears and listened quietly for a moment, and then looked at the crowded official road, with an anxious expression.

"Your Highness, it's a Tartar thief, listen to the sound of hooves, there are no less than twenty Tartar thieves, we must intercept them, otherwise, we won't be able to get out!" Liang Gang looked back at the north, his face was extremely grim, and he immediately pointed south, "Your Highness takes a step ahead, along the official road to the south for dozens of miles, there is a small village, Your Highness is waiting there, if you don't see it before tomorrow, please Your Highness take care of yourself, remember, don't show your identity to anyone, don't trust anyone, the same is true for the guards from the capital!" ”

Then the sound of breaking the air sounded, and Xu Gong jumped away.

"Your Highness, take care!"

The voice from behind him was a little sad, but Zhu Qiming didn't realize it, and he didn't even pay much attention to Xu Gong's previous instructions.

All he knew was that he had to go south, and there was a village ahead of him to rest on.

When he was a child, he often practiced archery in the palace, so it was difficult for Zhu Qiming to ride a horse. Seeing that the fleeing crowd had gone far away, he gave way to the empty road of Rich, and with a clamp between his legs, he galloped south.

Fang caught up with the fleeing army, suddenly frowned slightly, Le Ma slowly stopped, and Xu Gong's parting instructions echoed in his ears.

"If you don't see it before tomorrow and return it next time, please ······ Your Highness yourself."

From this order, it is not difficult to perceive Xu Gong's painstaking efforts, he must be extremely dangerous to go, and he has the heart to die.

Zhu Qiming couldn't help but be full of anxiety: going back to find Xu Gong must be causing chaos, and staying here is too risky, but he went on the road alone······

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Just as he was feeling sad, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps behind him, and another group of fleeing people appeared behind him.

The mount neighed and moved its hooves, appearing restless, and the man on horseback was also stumbling.

The deafening sound of hooves suddenly rose, and more than a dozen cavalrymen suddenly appeared on the field path beside the road, men and horses were all armored, there was no doubt that they were Tartar heavy cavalry!

Suddenly, there was a loud scream, and the fleeing people rushed to the road, but the human legs were no faster than the horses' hooves, and soon, more than a dozen Tartar thieves scattered like lightning, blocking every escape direction of the refugees, and the bloody slaughter began. In the face of savage violence, men cannot escape death, and women and possessions are the spoils of the Tartars.

There are no officials and soldiers here, there are no officials, only the people who are scattered, and the miserable situation can be imagined.

But the Tartars made a fatal mistake: they were scattered into solitary individuals.

In the past, this move may not be a mistake, but unfortunately, there is a little prince here and now, who has just fought with the Warat warriors and trained in the palace. The little prince didn't believe that the fleeing procession of thousands of people could not help more than a dozen horsemen and thieves.

There is no shortage of manpower here, only ischemic!

"Fight the Tartars!" Zhu Qiming woke up from the painful myth and shouted loudly.