A long night passed.

The soldiers on duty changed again. They talked to each other, but did not mention any of the unusual movements of last night. The people passed through the thatched hut to feed the horses, and the southwest field of the official post came the sound of the Jizhou army's morning exercise, and the two tiger soldiers fought because of the quarrel...... It's business as usual.

Han Jujun's hanging heart relaxed slightly, and at the same time, he was very paradoxical, and his worries increased.

The official post is made up of two courtyards surrounded by two sides, and there is a wide carriage and horse road inside. At the solstice, the heavy rain showed no signs of stopping.

Dou Yan obviously didn't plan to wait. The military horses and vehicles were pulled to the center of the courtyard, and people came and went in the official post, all preparing to set off.

Han Jujun sat in a thatched hut that had accumulated a lot of water after a night of rain and had breakfast, to be precise, it was prison rice - half a piece of dry food that was hard and toothy, and a bowl of vegetable soup left over from last night.

Even if the heavy rain has suppressed a lot of heat, but the weather from June to July, the overnight soup is still spoiled without any suspense.

It is rare that Dou Yan is still willing to give him a bite to eat.

Judging from the force that Dou Yan couldn't control at all when he raised the whip, Han Jujun could see that Dou Yan was really mad, so angry that he just wanted to kill himself on the spot.

But at the moment he doesn't want to die.

Therefore, he ate very carefully, leaving no soup behind, and even a handful of dried food scraps that fell on the ground were picked up and eaten into his stomach.

He didn't have to think about it and knew that the rest of the road was difficult, and he had to cherish every grain of food that was delivered to his mouth, so as not to collapse due to hunger or illness on the way.

Because it was escorted in heavy rain weather to prevent lightning, the original iron cage was naturally unusable and abandoned in the previous official post. Instead, a wooden cage was used by the local government to escort prisoners.

Although it was made of wood, the cage was made of unusually strong.

The top of the two-inch thick wooden fence is cut into a sharp pile, in addition to the upper top and lower bottom are nailed to the horizontal fence respectively, and the two crossed rattan ropes are wrapped together at a distance of feet, and the rattan bark is soaked in oil after beating, which is both strong and tough, and firmly connects the surrounding fence into a whole.

No matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to break through the cage and escape.

One cage and two prisoners. Qu Yu'er was much less powerful than Han Jujun, and the cage originally used to imprison her was naturally given to Han Jujun.

Qu Yu'er was escorted to the car by two tiger soldiers.

After being unable to see, her ears became extremely sensitive. When she passed by the cage, she heard the sound of the chain bumping slightly, and after walking a few steps, she stretched out her hand towards Han Jujun.

She's going to hand things to herself.

Han Jujun rushed over, but he had a flail on his hand and couldn't stretch out the cage at all. He stuck his whole body on the wooden fence, leaned hard, squeezed the fingers of one hand out of the fence, and kicked the wooden board with his leg shackles to remind Qu Yu'er where he was.

Qu Yu'er really understood, her hand was a little shorter, and Han Jujun grabbed the warm oiled paper bag vigorously.

The fingertips on the back of her hand seemed to tremble.

"Hey, you shoulder-husband silver women!"

A tiger army screamed maliciously and reached out to push Qu Yu'er.

Qu Yu'er tripped over her skirt, stumbled, and fell into the muddy water.

Han Junjun let out a furious roar of rage, jumped up and slammed into the cage.

The cage has eight horns on its four edges, all of which are firmly tied to the bottom of the car with hemp rope. With Han Jujun's desperate jumping, the entire cage with the prisoner cart almost overturned.

Seeing this, the Jizhou army on the side hurriedly threw up their weapons and rushed over and pressed the wheels.

The grating board was loaded with many cracks, and the oil rattan rope that bound it was like an old shaft pivot, squeaking and twisting the plank, grinding out rough raw edges, but it was not broken after all.

Han Jujun's ferocity frightened the Tiger Benjun who started the attack, and he was startled and involuntarily took a step back.

The remaining few tiger soldiers came back to their senses, frightened and embarrassed, holding their spears and spears, and stabbed Han Jujun fiercely, and slapped his face and knees with a very humiliating spear: "It's against you!" The prisoner with her shoulders has a long face! ”

Zhou Mingrong had just gotten on the horse, and when he heard the commotion here, he hurriedly urged the horse to gallop over, and reprimanded angrily: "What are you yelling about? Hou Ye had an order to speed up and rush back to Jiankang. If the trip is delayed, who can afford it? ”

Most of the Tiger Benjun who followed this trip were from the family who were waiting to receive the reward, so they would not be really frightened by his words, but Dou Yan's face would always be given.

"This thing surnamed Han is not honest! We were ordered to guard it closely, but we didn't dare to go out on a business trip. The Tiger Ben Army collected their weapons and shouted arrogantly.

Zhou Mingrong was one level higher, but he didn't dare to really offend this group of gentlemen, so he said a few words like "big things are important", and left.

No one dared to go to Han Jujun's hand to snatch the oiled paper bag.

Looking back more than ten years, Han Jujun is a famous general with outstanding achievements and countless military achievements; It was later that the grass rivers and lakes fell, and it was also the head of the famous Luoyang Eight Jun.

Now that the tiger has fallen in Pingyang, it is not all dogs who can be bullied.

The prisoner cart was caught in the procession of carriages and horses, and staggered forward.

Han Jujun sat in the narrow cage, bearing the pouring rain from the sky on his back, and streams of rain flowed down the corners of his eyes, not knowing if there were tears in the rain.

After a long time, he took out his right hand, which was holding the oiled paper bag, from his bosom, and struggled to bend his back to keep the rain from drenching on the paper bag.

The brown butter paper is unfolded layer by layer, and what is wrapped inside is a squeezed and dense white rice ball.

***

Mu Ziyan was very anxious.

He looks like a good-looking person now, no different from usual, but several important points on his body have been sealed by Mu Cangping, and it is already difficult for him to be able to clamp the horse's belly and not fall off the horse's back, let alone carry Mu Cangping on his back.

Fortunately, that Uncle Dou Guo looked more anxious than him, so he didn't go far, and sent someone to ask Mu Cangping to ask for advice. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he pretended to hit his horse casually and approached Mu Yueting's vehicle, supported his chin with his hand, and coughed heavily.

"Third brother."

Mu Yueting opened the curtain, and there was a hibiscus face framed in the car window. There was a commotion among the soldiers around, you pushed me, I squeezed you, and they stretched their backs and lengthened their necks to look.

"Look at what, look!" Mu Ziyan roared and slashed the big knife in his hand.

It worked.

The Tiger Ben Army, who had been staring straight at each other before, shrank back one after another.

Although this master is not a person on the official road, he is too far behind them in terms of quality and level, but he can't stop other people's martial arts from being good, and he has a father who is the leader of the alliance.

One day, when I was unhappy, I jumped out of the window and cut off their heads.

Who thinks that they have a long life?

"Have you talked to Han Jujun?" Mu Ziyan asked in a low voice.