Jiangbei camp, back camp.

In the tent, Cixi and Ci'an embroidered in the tent. The two of them temporarily lived in the Jiangbei camp, there were no civil and military officials in the camp, and the big and small things in the barracks were handed over to Li Zhen to handle, and the two were idle and had nothing to do, so embroidery passed the time. Ci'an's expression was calm, and he was engrossed in the fine needle embroidery, as if everything around him had disappeared.

Cixi sat next to Ci'an, embroidering and thinking about things. At the same time, her eyes still looked at the curtain of the tent from time to time, and she was stunned for a moment, and then stopped for a while before continuing to put down the needle.

"Ahh

A scream suddenly rang out in the tent.

Cixi's brows furrowed, and her face was pained, because when she was embroidering just now, she accidentally stabbed the index finger of her left hand. The tip of the needle entered the flesh, and red blood beads flowed out. Cixi hurriedly sucked her fingers, but her eyes were still a little wandering.

Ci'an looked at the uncertain Cixi, shook his head and said, "Sister, these ** are all in a trance. Now the embroidery has stabbed the finger, what happened? ”

Cixi sighed and said, "Sister, didn't you find a problem? ”

Ci'an asked, "What's the problem?" ”

Cixi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and she replied in a deep voice: "Since the dispute with Li Zhen, Li Zhen has not come to ask for peace for a long time. We arrived at the camp in Jiangbei at the end of September, and it is already late October, and it is almost the end of October. However, Li Zhen had never been here at this time, and our mother and mother also stayed in the camp all day. Even if we go out of the camp and go out for a walk, we are not free. Sister, the situation is not good! ”

Ci'an put down the embroidery in his hand and said, "We are like caged birds, without soldiers and power, without anything, without any way?" Alas, it would be nice if some officials of the DPRK and China followed us, because everyone in the world said that there were people in the DPRK and China who were easy to do things, and they relied on the people in the DPRK and China to do things. Come to think of it, this sentence also applies to us. If there were officials running errands for us, things would be much easier. ”

Cixi nodded and said, "What my sister said is, it's a pity that we don't have anything. I heard Han Laiyu say that except for Su Shun, who would rather die than surrender to Yixin, the rest of the princes, nobles, and ministers of the court all surrendered to Yixin, and even Du Han, the brother of the former emperor, also surrendered. The princes of the court and the central government are just a bunch of wall grass! ”

After a pause, Cixi lowered her voice and said, "It's not okay to go on like this, the emperor is still young, we don't care." But as the emperor grows up, once the emperor is older, will he still let Li Zhen take power? This matter must change, and we must control Li Zhen, not Li Zhen control us. ”

Ci'an asked, "What can my sister do?" ”

Cixi said: "I thought about it carefully for a while, and thought that the only way was to contact the foreign ministers. However, this thing is not easy to implement, only to take it slowly. The emperor is not yet a year old, what we have is time, enough time to implement. ”

Ci'an said: "Take it one step at a time, you can't rush!" ”

While the two were talking, a palace maid who was taking care of the little emperor suddenly interjected and said, "Queen Mother, the slave maid heard from the guards of Lord Li's identity that Lord Li is planning a big thing?" ”

"Oh, what's the matter?" Ci'an and Cixi spoke at the same time.

Both of them looked eager.

For two people who rarely get news, the palace maid's words are undoubtedly a heart-booster. The palace maid said respectfully: "Lord Li's guards said that Lord Li and the merchants around Yangzhou have joined forces and are planning to deal with the bandits. ”

"This palace has known about this for a long time." Cixi said: "If Li Zhen wants to capture Nanjing, he will naturally deal with the bandits. ”

When the palace maid heard this, she stopped talking.

Ci'an and Cixi looked at each other, sighed each, and continued embroidering.

……

On the official road to Yangzhou, a team of people drove slowly.

This team of people is Sun Youcheng and his party.

There were more than 1,000 soldiers from the Jiangbei battalion who accompanied him, all of whom came to protect the food gathered by Sun Youcheng and others. In addition, he was accompanied by 8,000 guards, all of whom hung swords at their waists to protect all the carriages. There were three million catties of grain, thousands of carriages, and the whole team was very long.

Sun Youcheng and Guo Jiacheng, the two main characters, are still entourage. This time, Guo Jiacheng didn't pay attention to the situation outside the carriage at all, and half lay in the carriage and fell asleep.

When Sun Youcheng saw this situation, he was amused.

This guy is really different!

The convoy drove slowly, and a soldier came running on horseback. He rode a horse to follow the carriage and said solemnly: "Master Sun, the lord has sent an order, saying that there will be a road under the mountain forest ahead, please pay attention to it." ”

"What's the attention, it's okay!"

Guo Jiacheng, who was half-lying in the carriage and sleeping, suddenly sat up, with an indifferent expression, waved his hand and said: "Starting from Danyang, every time you pass by the mountains, forests, trails, and hillsides, your adults will come to remind you. But after passing through so many places, nothing happened, and nothing happened this time. ”

The soldier who reported the message snorted and turned to leave.

Sun Youcheng said with a serious expression: "Guo Jiacheng, who is the soldier who reported the news?" You know very well. Don't think that the other party is just a small soldier and despise others. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor! This pair of people should be consistent in the face of anyone, neither humble nor arrogant, not bullying the weak, and will not look down on each other because of the identity of the other party. You are from a big family, don't you understand this? ”

After hearing this, Guo Jiacheng's expression became serious, and he said, "Old Sun, it's me Meng Lang!" ”

He restrained his emotions and never looked like he was again. This change also made Sun Youcheng satisfied for a while. Although Jiacheng is a little unreliable, fortunately, he can listen to it.

After about 15 minutes, the convoy arrived at the official road under the mountain forest.

This mountain forest is not a small hillside like Cuijia Mountain in Gaozi Town, Zhenjiang Prefecture, but an authentic mountain. The mountains are towering, and among the woods on the mountains, there are still some trees that do not wither in winter, which are lush and beautiful. However, most of the trees in the mountains are bare and have lost their leaves.

The official road is formed at the bottom of the mountain and is a semi-circular arc. When the convoy passed by, the whole team also turned into an arc. Although there was no movement in the army, there was a vigilance.

After all, there is so much food to be escorted.

Sun Youcheng was cautious and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"Woo! Woo!! ”

Suddenly, there was a trumpet sound in the forest.

Sun Youcheng raised his eyebrows and muttered, "It's finally here!" Guo Jiacheng said solemnly: "Old Sun, this group of damn bandits is finally here." This time, they will be caught in the net. ”

In the mountains and forests, countless soldiers poured out.

These soldiers are the elite brought by Chen Yucheng from Nanjing, there are 30,000 people, and it can be said that they have exhausted the elite soldiers under Hong Xiuquan's command. Chen Yucheng led a team of archers to the front, quickly approaching the edge of the mountain forest.

ps: The third update, let's continue to work hard to write;