"Yes", Chang'an didn't even say a word of flattery, and presented a shining thing in his hand to Song Huainan, "This is what his subordinates found from her corpse." ”

A crystal clear golden hairpin, smooth like a monster, she was surprised, this is the hairpin of He Tangerine.

"Your Excellency, your Excellency." Suddenly, a person broke into the hall, panting, his helmet scattered, it turned out to be his subordinate Zuo Zhiming.

"There's news of Madame!"

Song Huainan was stunned for a moment, stomped forward, and asked with burning eyes, "What did you say?" ”

Zuo Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief, "I just received a report from the county guard of Huicheng, when the Tibetan envoy passed by yesterday, he carried a vehicle loaded with His Majesty's gifts, and the car was higher than people, which was really suspicious. ”

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Song Huainan turned around abruptly and ordered: "Tell me to go down, you can prepare the carriage and go back to the city quickly." Chang'an ordered him to retreat hurriedly, and Song Huainan immediately stepped out of the room, followed by Chang'an.

Song Huainan sat on the horse, dizzy in the sky, his body seemed to be not his own, and he fell obliquely to the side, "My lord......"

A pair of arms dragged him up at the right time, he instantly came to his senses, and re-established himself, Chang'an in front of him was anxious and earnest: "My lord, you need to rest, you must rest." ”

Rest? He frowned, he still had something to rest, he had no way out, he had to get her back.

He raised his whip violently and took the lead in galloping out, Chang'an and Zuo Zhiming looked at each other, and then the prancing horse followed, and the vast team was like a rainbow, rushing towards the middle snow ridge.

The snow is falling one after another, Song Huainan only cares about the sky, where is the figure of the jade man?

His horse seemed to be unable to withstand the cold, and after grinding for a moment, it suddenly stopped moving.

"Bad animals!" He gave it a whip so hard that the horse shook but still didn't move.

"My lord, the horse is injured." Chang'an stepped forward and said that he realized that his favorite Dawan good horse was indeed injured, and his right front hoof was dripping with blood, which was particularly striking under the snow.

Song Huainan got off the horse, and Chang'an groped under the horse's hooves for a while, and said, "It turned out that he was pricked by a needle." ”

Saying that, pull out the horse's stuff hard, the horse is really strong, although it hurts but does not neigh, Chang'an took the medicine from his arms, tore off a corner of his robe, and divided the wound by two and bandaged it.

"Hey, what is this?" Zuo Zhiming picked up the things that Chang'an threw on the ground, and he wanted to take a closer look, but he was intercepted and snatched by Song Huainan.

Although it had been trampled by the horse's hooves, upon closer inspection, it was still recognizable as the woman's hairpin, with crooked stitches and stains of the horse's blood.

Song Huainan looked at it slowly and quietly, his face gradually turned pale, and he suddenly raised his head, Fang Jue's voice was trembling slightly, three people in a team, twenty miles before and after, give me an inch by inch search. He carefully wiped the blood stains from the beads with his sleeve, first held it tightly in his hand, and then covered it in his arms, as if it was some priceless treasure, and several guards on the side were stunned.

"Tell your lord, there is a vision in the grove over there." One of the guards said.

In the woods a hundred paces away from the right path, there were indeed unusual traces, scattered with fragments of silk and satin, broken wood, scattered dozen corpses, dead horses, and it was obvious that there had been fierce fighting here.