The sun is shining, and the evening breeze is blowing. The www.biquge.info army of the pen "Fun" Pavilion was encamped fifteen miles outside the city of Pingyang Mansion in Hedong, and the road back to Beijing was already halfway through.

The general who led the troops was called Liao Zuliang, who was a thousand households, and although the official was not big, his background was not small. His father is the famous town general Liao Zhengjiang, who was the most glorious official in the military department and the important position of the governor of Qianggui, and he can be regarded as the number one feudal official in the court. It's a pity that he was impeached by the left party within a few days, and he was demoted from a high position in the first rank of the current dynasty to a local sesame official of five grades. This time he was ordered to lead troops to escort the prince, this Liao Zuliang felt that the opportunity for the old Liao family to turn over had come, if he took this opportunity to serve the prince well, and the day the new emperor ascended the throne would be the time for his Liao family to raise his eyebrows.

Walking out of the big tent, Zhu Xiaolong was full of emotion, and saw the new sprouts of the towering ancient trees not far away, and he actually chanted a poem:

The indifferent mountains and rivers change, and the thousand autumns turn into a few circles.

Rooting cracked stubborn stones, long crowns and ginseng for nine days.

Shelter the shade of the road in the summer, and stop the rain and the cold.

Ye Luo's heart does not change, just wait for the spring buds to return.

Liao Zuliang was standing outside the big tent, and when he heard the voice of the prince behind him, he hurriedly turned around and knelt down on one knee, "I've seen Your Highness!" ”

"General Liao doesn't have to be polite!" Zhu Xiaolong smiled, looked at the sky with his back hand, and for a while there was an inexplicable sense of happiness and fear, fortunately he met Chu Li to persuade him to return to Beijing, and what he was afraid of was that if he really went to Nanyang for a while, it would be impossible to turn back, and this great river and mountain would inevitably be handed over.

"His Royal Highness is only eight buckets high, the luck of the country, the luck of the society!"

"The general doesn't have to compliment the main hall, a whim, where can it be considered a high eight bucket?"

"Your Highness is too humble!" Liao Zuliang got up and followed behind Zhu Xiaolong, "The cold wind in this wilderness shrinks, Your Highness should go back to the tent to rest!" ”

"Not busy!" Zhu Xiaolong took a deep breath, "It has been raining for days since the departure, and it is rare that this clear sky is clear, and the main hall wants to walk around." ”

"Your Highness really doesn't need to go into the city to rest?"

"If I go into the city, I will surely raise up the army and mobilize the people, and the people will lose money. In recent years, Binh Duong has suffered many natural disasters and people's livelihood is suffering, how can I do the prince's great ride and make things worse for them? ”

"Your Highness!" Hearing Zhu Xiaolong say this, Liao Zuliang knelt down again, and when he knelt, the soldiers accompanying him also knelt down in a large area, "The last general...... Sin deserves death! ”

"Soldiers, please get up!" Zhu Xiaolong was stunned, "I don't know what General Liao's crime is?" ”

"After the last general was originally a criminal minister, he was now ordered to escort His Highness, and he only wanted to please His Highness and redeem his merits, so he had already sent someone out to inform the prefect of Pingyang of the news of His Highness's drive to Pingyang, without thinking about the people of Pingyang! His Royal Highness's words are like a slap in the face, so that the last general will be ashamed! Your Highness, please...... Condemnation!! Raising his head, Liao Zuliang was already teary-eyed.

"The general doesn't have to blame himself for this, just send a fast horse to recover the messenger!" Zhu Xiaolong stretched out his hands to help Liao Zuliang up, "The city has its own good in the city, but this field is even more wonderful in the wild!" If the general has any leisure, why don't you accompany the main hall around, how about it? ”

"Your Highness!" Liao Zuliang's face was frightened and seemed to be flattered, there was only a five-grade and thousands of households, and there was a distance of 108,000 miles between him and the prince of the current dynasty.

"General, please!" Zhu Xiaolong smiled slightly, and actually made a gesture of invitation.

"Your Highness, please!" Liao Zuliang got up slowly, wiping tears with his hands as if he was a hundred times more energetic.

In the bushes a hundred feet away, a pair of eyes were staring at all this.

"Is what was written in that letter true?" Hiding behind the bushes and peeping was Tang Mu, who had a pale face. Now that he saw Zhu Xiaolong with his own eyes, he believed that the eight-hundred-mile expedited by the heavenly killing was actually real.

Not only is the 800-mile rush true, but the rumors of the prince's assassination in San'in that have been spreading all the way should also be true! If the Nanyang girl was still alive, she should still be hiding in Shanyin, or she had fled to Nanyang, and it would be impossible for her to return to Beijing in such a hurry.

"Chu Li's ...... Rubbish!!! Tang Mu gritted his teeth and trembled all over his body, his hands tightly grasped the thorny bushes on both sides, and let the wooden thorns pierce his palms bloody but he didn't know it at all. The top-secret route of the prince's elopement was arranged by himself, and now he can't wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

It was getting late, and Zhu Xiaolong finally returned to the big tent under the escort of the soldiers. Not far away, a white horse galloped out of the bushes, running south along the official road like a photoelectric light. This horse, called "Fengnian Snow", is a foreign god horse bought by Tang Mu for 8,000 taels of silver, and is usually served by a special person, and must have never been so hysterically urged.

Eight hundred miles in an expedited way, that's how it came out.