The fourth quarter is now peacetime, and the North Gate Water Gate will not be closed at night. If it's a sunny night, the whole north gate must be full of boats. From time to time, there are painting boats and light boats coming in and out under the water gate. And the lights on the river must be shining, and many literati and use poetry to complain. But now the rain is pouring down, and the whole city is dead. The waves on the river are turbulent, and ordinary boats don't even dare to go out of the river, let alone carry people to play. But it's not as interesting as the madman is now.

Lao Song said as he got out of the car and lifted the curtain. A gust of wind and rain came in, and Zhu Yuqing couldn't help but shiver. Zhu Xiaolong hurriedly jumped out of the car, then held up the umbrella and said, "Sister-in-law, come down quickly." Zhu Yuqing blocked the little princess with his sleeve, and then got out of the carriage with Xiaobi.

The torrential rain kept coming, and the raindrops kept hitting the earth, as if there was a big watering can in the sky to shower the earth. At the entrance of the entire North Gate Waterway, there were many caravans parked in the dark, but most of them were pitch black. Obviously, the ship bosses also knew that there was no business on this rainy day, so they went home early to rest. There are a few boats that are still lit up. Lao Song stepped forward, walked to one of the boats and shouted, "Is the boat boss there?" We wanted to go to the outside pier. ”

It took a long time to hear a low curse from inside. The light inside flickered a few times, and after a while, a head poked out of it, yawned, and said, "What are you howling about?" Don't you see that it's raining so hard right now? Who's still out on board? Really. It was a middle-aged man, carrying a lantern, his long hair was also messy, and his tone was very disrespectful. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Lao Song for disturbing his sleep.

Zhu Xiaolong took a step forward and shouted, "What's the wordy? We just go to the dock outside, you just hold the boat, we add money. ”

The man rolled his eyes and sneered: "Isn't it great to have money, now that the water level at the North Gate Wharf has skyrocketed, all the cruise ships have avoided the downstream water city, and it is useless for you to go out." ”

Several people were taken aback, but what the boss of the ship said was also the truth, but it was not easy to embarrass him. When Xiaobi heard this, she burst into tears, only feeling that the little princess had a bad fate, and even God was against her. At the moment of sadness, Zhu Yuqing handed over the little princess to Xiaobi, holding an oil-paper umbrella by herself, flashed out from behind Lao Song, and said crisply: "Boatman, can you do me a favor......

The boss of the boat still looked like he was about to die, but now his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were bulging as if they were about to come out of his eyes, his eyes were blood-red, and his mouth was making a sound like he was thirsty. Zhu Xiaolong was not happy, and said loudly: "Hey, what about asking you, is it okay?" Seeing this person's appearance, he was extremely angry, if he hadn't asked the other party, I'm afraid he would have rushed forward and been full of old fists.

The boss of the boat came back to his senses and replied without a word: "Since it is Miss Zhu who begs for each other, I can only sacrifice my life in the future." He straightened his messy hair, and his spirit seemed to be a little dazed. Then he said, "Have you all crossed the river?" ”

Zhu Yuqing smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Brother Chuan, you can help me send this girl and the child over." ”

The boat boss is much more enthusiastic now, and when he heard that Zhu Yuqing couldn't pass the river, his face was inevitably a little disappointed. But he still reminded: "Miss Zhu is polite, it's a small honor to help you." But now the north and the south are not peaceful, and now there are many fewer merchants crossing the river, and now in the past, I'm afraid it will ......," he said, his eyes already glancing at Xiaobi.

Zhu Yuqing saluted him Yingying and said, "Thank you, Brother Boat, you can help the two of them send it over, Old Song, give this Brother Boat a silver ingot." ”

The boat boss was startled, and waved his hand again and again: "It's my honor to serve Miss Zhu." I'm going to ask for your money again, and if the other guys hear it, I'll have to kill me. Zhu Yuqing said: "It's just to trouble Brother Chuan, I hope you will rot tonight's events in your stomach." With that, she looked around. The surroundings are as dark as ink, and the rain hits the city of Nanning, making the sound of golden drums, and the whole city is resounding. In the blackened boats, occasionally one or two lanterns swayed in the wind, ethereal like ghost fire.

This kind of ghost weather, even if there is some noise, is hidden by the rain. She thought, waved her hand, and motioned for Lao Song to pay the fare. The boat boss shirked for a while, but finally accepted it with a smile.

The rain kept falling and the wind roared. In the wind and rain, the small punk boat sailed away from the canopy boat, and then slowly sailed through the North Gate sluice, going farther and farther. Eventually, the flickering lantern grew farther and farther away, gradually melting into the night, and was no longer visible.

A gust of wind blew, and the oil-paper umbrella was blown and shaken. Zhu Xiaolong hurriedly trotted a few steps, stood firm in the wind, wiped the rain on his face, and said loudly: "Sister-in-law, do you say she can find the master?" ”

The wind was blowing, and the headlights were swaying in the night wind. Zhu Yuqing's jade face was also a little cloudy in the light, and she muttered, "Yes." Then he clenched his fist and accentuated his tone: "I must be able to." ”

※※※The sun is about to set, and on the other side of the sky, black clouds are rising. The dark clouds gathered more and more, as if countless demons were chasing them from behind at full speed.

On the green post road, a white knight is galloping on horseback. The horse is covered in shiny green hair, with only four hooves, a horse's head, and a horse's tail snow-white. Nearly three meters tall, the majestic horse is incomparable. The knight on the seat looked behind him from time to time, frowning.

Finally, the knight gritted his teeth and gently clamped the horse's body. The speed of the horse's running slowly stopped, and he muttered: "Man, thank you for your hard work, this time I will return to Nanning, and I will give you more food." ”

This knight is none other than Wu Ming, who escaped from Kyoto a few days ago. Along the way, there were no more farmers on both sides of the post road. Yes, they are just refugees fleeing with their families. In the fields, there are also fewer farmers who plough in the spring. The entire border of Qingyang Province was full of panic, a scene before the big war.

He brushed the long hair scattered in front of his forehead and looked at the people who were heading south on the post road. I can't help but feel a faint pain in my heart, I still remember the last time I came, these people were still living a life of worry-free food and clothing, and self-sufficiency. But now, he has to flee with his family. The sunset shone obliquely, and the whole world was blood-red. On the other side of the sky, rolling black clouds rose. Hundreds of people moved their families south, and he followed everyone all the way to the south. Looking at this desolate scenery, my heart is full of indescribable sadness.

In front was an old man, who was sitting on an ox cart, surrounded by a large crowd of people, young and old. At first glance, it is the village masa in the village and the like. His heart moved, and he controlled the horse a little, Nanwang suddenly sped up, ran to the side of this group of people and dismounted in a few steps, and gave a salute: "Uncle, do you have something to ask?" ”

Most of these fleeing refugees were ox carts, mules, and the like, and most of them were only on foot. He is mixed with the refugees who have fled south, and it is difficult not to attract attention. The old man was startled, hurriedly climbed down from the ox cart, and returned the salute and said, "If your lord has anything to say, why should you tell me." After speaking, he glanced at the red night on Wu Ming's waist with fear in his eyes.

Wu Ming said: "Dare to ask the old man, why are you all heading south?" ”

The old man glanced at Wu Ming, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "A few days ago, the county government informed us of all the village leaders. Captain Li has already united with the Northern Mongolian Iron Cavalry, and will soon go south to burn and plunder. I want all of us to migrate to the Han River to avoid the south. ”

What the hell is Sun Yunlong doing? Could it be that the South has already been surrendered? Otherwise, in the current situation, such a move would never have been made. Although Hanshui is a big city, it also has a large population, although it is not as large as the population of more than one million in Nanning, but there are still hundreds of thousands of people. Once the war between the north and the south began, his Hanshui City and Zhu Huai's old nest Nanning were only separated by a river, and they would bear the brunt. It must have been the first to be affected by the war. "The three armies have not moved, and the grain and grass go first." If he really wants to fight, the food and grass of hundreds of thousands of people is also a big problem, and it is too late for him to evacuate to the rear, let alone migrate to Hanshui.

And with Sun Yunlong's old spiciness, he would never make such a move to be attacked by the enemy. Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden chaos in the crowd in the rear, and someone shouted from afar: "Wu Mingxiao'er, I will definitely take your head today to avenge my murder." He was taken aback, turned his head to look, and saw that on the post road behind him, a large group of light-armored elite horsemen had already arrived along the post road. Each of these men carried a large bow behind him. Although the horses under him are far away from the south, they are all rare horses, and they are extremely majestic. The first old man with a face as white as jade was Xiahou Ba.

The post road was already bustling with refugees. They are speeding with all their might, and they can still take care of others there. Everyone panicked and hid in the fields on both sides, but many people were still unable to escape, and were trampled by angry horses, making a miserable neighing sound.

When the old man saw this, he was so shocked that he didn't even want his ox cart. Jumping off the ox cart, he led a group of young and old people and fled into the distance. Wu Ming wanted to escape, but when he saw the crowd running around, as well as Nanwang's buttocks that had begun to suppurate, he sighed and finally dispelled his thoughts.

The large group of knights came quickly, and Wu Ming hesitated slightly, they had already slapped their horses and surrounded him. Xiahou Ba waited for everyone to surround Wu Ming, and then stepped forward and said slowly: "Lord Wu, you are in a hurry to leave Kyoto." It's a pity for the little old man, and I came here today to report your great kindness to the child. ”

Although he spoke kindly, Wu Ming felt a sense of murder coming to his face. Cold as a blade.

Wu Ming patted Nanwang lightly, then handed Chixiao to his left hand and said, "Man, wait for you to go by yourself, thank you for this way, wait for you to go by yourself." "Nanwang is already psychic and can understand human language. Hearing Wu Ming say this, he didn't move, just stretched out a big head to rub Wu Ming's face. Wu Ming looked at its purulent buttocks, but there was a wry smile in his heart. Although this world is big, the last thing that accompanies him is a psychic beast.