In the pass of the Xingzhu River, as soon as Nayu's feet stepped into the air, her body fell straight down, she secretly said that her voice was not good, and she eagerly took a breath, and her toes were a little bit of the pit wall, wanting to use the volley to jump out of the trap.

But at this time, Lai Xing'er also fell into the pit, although his figure was thin, but it was just in the way of Na Yu's upward jump. In order to avoid injuring Lai Xing'er, Na Yu had no time to ventilate in a hurry, so he had to fall down to the bottom of the pit with Lai Xing'er. The bottom of the pit was covered with thick white ash, and as soon as the two of them touched the bottom, a suffocating dust mist stirred up in the entire pit. The eyes, mouths, ears, and noses of the two were covered with white ash, and the hot pain mixed with the choking smell hit together, and after a while, the two of them lost consciousness one after another.

I don't know how long it took, Lai Xing'er woke up from the bumpy, he endured the pain in his heart, tried to open his eyes, and was surprised to find that he was lying on his back on an ox cart that was moving slowly, and the sound of "moo" cows was heard in his ears from time to time.

"Baby, bring some more vinegar, and I'll rub it on the wounds all over his body again, and it won't be tight." As she spoke, she was greeted by a wrinkled dark face.

"Who are you? Where is this taking me? Lai Xing'er curled up vigilantly and asked the old man who was in the same car with him.

"Lord Muwang, you just lie down like this, don't move, don't wipe the white ash clean, it's a long time, it's amazing." The old man said, gently wiping the area around Lai Xing'er's eyes with an earth-colored coarse cloth that looked like it had been soaked in vinegar. Wherever the old man wiped it, Lai Xing'er felt that the pain was really reduced a lot.

Lai Xing'er listened to the tone of the old man's words, obviously not sure what the identity of King Mu was, he raised his hand and wanted to take the cloth from the old man's hand to wipe himself, and asked curiously: "Uncle, how do you know that I am King Mu?" ”

"That pretty sister with you told us." The voice of the answer was crisp and loud.

Come to Xing'er and follow the prestige. Only then did I find that on the ox cart carrying me, beside the old man, there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old half-year-old boy sitting beside him. He was grinning at himself with a large porcelain bowl in his hand.

"Nayu? Where is she now? Such a question immediately flashed in Lai Xing'er's mind, and because the identity of the other party was unknown, he asked without opening his mouth. He only stared at the half-sized child with an inquiring gaze.

"Well, she's in the car behind her." The half-eldest son was quite clever, and then he understood what Lai Xing'er wanted to ask, pointed back with his hand, and said, "However, she is not as honest as you, as soon as she woke up yesterday, she injured the second grandfather." Master Ma had to order someone to tie her to the car. ”

Lai Xing'er struggled to get up and looked behind him, only to see four or five ox carts lined up one after another, each with three or four disheveled people walking on foot in front of and behind each cart, only at the forefront of the group, riding a donkey alone. Based on what he saw, he couldn't tell the exact identity of this group for a while.

"Little Huzi, you talk a lot, the adults just woke up. Impatient to listen to your noise. The old man shouted in a thick voice.

Seeing this, Lai Xing'er hurriedly smiled and stopped: "No." No, uncle, I'd love to listen to Xiaohuzi. Are you the officials of the imperial court? Where are we going? ”

The old man put down the coarse cloth in his hand, sighed slightly, and said to Xing'er with his fingers: "No wonder adults don't look like it, even we don't look like an official or soldier." I won't tell you anything. Xiaohuzi has just turned fourteen this year, and I am already sixty and three, and I am buried to the neck. If it weren't for the tense war in the Hedong area of Hebei Province in recent years, the imperial court transferred all the officers and troops stationed in Helong and Liangdao to the front line of counterinsurgency. How could Xiaoxiao be forcibly recruited as a soldier in case the Tibetan barbarians came to make trouble several times?

Your status is precious, and I heard Lord Ma say that you are some kind of ambassador sent by the imperial court to some cities in Tuboluo. We sinked in the pass cloth, originally to deal with the Tubo people, I don't think you and the young lady fell into it, and a few hours later to Jingzhou City, see the lord, you must not blame us. Otherwise, even Master Ma will have to eat melons with him. He just scolded Xiaohuzi for talking a lot, but he also nagged endlessly.

From the words of the old man and Xiaohuzi, Lai Xing'er has roughly figured out the ins and outs of the matter: he and Na Yu forcibly broke through the pass of Xingsuchuan, fell into the trap of horses without paying attention, and were captured by the officials and soldiers.

Once he thought about it, Lai Xing'er had confidence in his heart, and simply comforted the old man straight to the point and said: "Uncle, you don't have to worry, I am not the king of harmony, and the old man you said will not punish you for the arrest of the two of us." ”

Who would have thought that the old man and the little tiger were shocked when they heard this. Xiaohuzi put down the bowl and reached out to pull out the short knife on his waist. Lai Xing'er had many burns all over his body, and he was powerless to stop it, so he hurriedly added: "The two of us are also attachés of the embassy sent by the imperial court to Luoqi City, not villains, don't misunderstand." ”

"Say, who the hell are you?" Xiaohuzi pressed the short knife tightly against Lai Xing'er's throat and asked sharply.

Although he is young, he has been conscripted into the army for two years, and he has seen the Tubo army pretending to be Han people and crossing the border to burn, kill and loot, where can he easily believe Lai Xing'er's defense.

"I am a waiter in the Yanying Hall of Daming Palace in Chang'an City, and I have an urgent matter to return to Chang'an to meet the emperor to report, if you delay the major events of the court, don't say that you Lord Ma, even the big man in Jingzhou City can't afford to be guilty." Lai Xing'er had no choice but to follow Nayu's example, and deliberately made big words to scare the old and young masters.

"Stop." The old man jumped out of the car and ran towards the front of the line.

After a while, a short and fat man in the costume of a lieutenant followed the old man to the ox cart that Lai Xing'er was riding.

"Get out of the car and talk back to Master Ma honestly." Xiaohuzi unceremoniously dragged Lai Xing'er up and was about to push him under the car.

"Wait." The captain surnamed Ma waved his hand to stop Xiaohuzi, and asked Lai Xing'er in the car in a half-stern and half-polite tone, "You said that you are not His Royal Highness King Mu, but the chamberlain of Daming Palace, what credentials can you bring with you?" (To be continued.) )