"I told her about your situation in Luoyang." Zhou Mingrong said: "Looking at her, it seems that she has encountered a difficult situation. ”

Han Jujun's gaze stayed for a moment, meaning that he heard it.

Zhou Mingrong was quite embarrassed.

There is a small tent in the center of the group tent, next to the main tent, which is Qu Yu'er's resting place at night.

She has this treatment, firstly, because Han Jujun treats her differently. Because of Han Jujun's reputation for killing his boss in his early years, no one dared to violate his taboo. Second, Wang Wuzhi and Dou Yan, who led the team, were from noble backgrounds, and they were both prominent figures in the army and in the court, and they senselessly bullied a prisoner who couldn't see her eyes.

Although Qu Yuer was a repeat offender, during the escort, in addition to the bumps in the carriage and horses, she did not suffer any additional hardships.

There were many potholes on the ground, and Han Jujun helped Qu Yuer into the account.

Zhou Mingrong stared at it for a moment, turned around and was about to return, and unexpectedly saw that the seventh prince Dou Cunqing, who had high hopes for the Dou clan, was standing in the shadow of a big tree that was dark by the bright light, looking at Han and Junjun who were walking away with pity.

Such an indescribable look made Zhou Mingrong, who had seen blood in the killing field, couldn't help but shudder.

Zhou Mingrong immediately jumped his gaze away, like being stung by a bee, he searched hard in his mind: Among those people who were killed by Han Jujun in a rage, which one of them could be related to Dou Cunqing?

***

In the June flood, the river waves hit the shore.

At this time of the year, there are few travelers on the river. There are passengers who have to cross the river, if they are not really shy in their pockets, they will also choose the huge ship with deep draft and stable boating, and the ferry business is quite difficult to do.

Of course, there is no shortage of young people who are good at wading in danger and hunting for curiosities, coming in groups, spending a lot of money to hire local boatmen who are good at water and familiar with the climate on the river, and choose the dangerous places where the water is deep and the shoals are urgent.

Most of the boatmen are natives of this area, who have lived by the water for generations, fishing for shrimp, sending off passengers by boat, and eating by the river. The water flow is slow and rapid, the depth of the reefs, and even the changes in the climate and morning and dusk at four o'clock on the river.

The light boat fights the waves, which seems to be dangerous, but most of the time it is safe to return.

Chen Baoshi, an old boatman, recently received a big order.

The honorariums offered by the guests were handsome, and there was no such thing as having to do the oars himself and fishing for fish, and the only strange thing was that he was not allowed to mention the trip to anyone, even his parents, wife and children.

Chen Baoshi is not guilty of muttering, but there is no way to live in a tight situation. He hid the gold in the jar where his wife stocked pickles in the kitchen. A jar of pickled vegetables in the newly opened oven will take ten days and a half to eat. If you can come back safely, you will be able to take out the gold without anyone knowing, and slowly make up a reason for the source of the gold in the future. If they can't come back, with this money, the family will not starve in the future.

After arranging all this, he took water and dry food, rowed and set off.

The guests don't talk much, and occasionally they have to respond, and they are very brief. Most of the time, it was Chen Baoshi who spoke an official dialect with a strong local accent to tell him about the geology and water conditions along the river.

"Which place, is Wangjiang Tower?" The guest asks questions.

It was a young man with a somewhat pale face, wearing a hooded cape, and a long, thick-ridged knife at his feet, the hood hanging down, covering most of his face, and revealing a knife-like silhouette from time to time.

Chen Bao has been boating for many years, and he has seen many people, and he has never seen a man with such an outstanding. He is tall and has long legs, and he feels like he can't show it on this narrow one-leaf boat.

"Yes." Looking back at the Jianjian Pavilion standing on the extremely high mountain rock, Chen Baoshi said with a smile: "The pavilion is high, and you can see it far." I heard that I have good eyesight, so I can stand there and look into the palace all the time. No one has really seen it either. Do you want to go up and have a look? ”

"Hmm."

"There is still more than half a mile of waterway ahead, and there is a path up the mountain." Chen Baoshi said, "It's only a little steep. ”

"Just do that."

The old boatman has good arm strength, and he has a good way to sail the boat, and when he pulls the oars lightly, the light boat will shoot away with arrows, and the waves are very few, and he almost has to break away from the water and take off.

Before reaching the mountain pass, the bow of the boat was light, and the man in black rose and fell, and stood on the mountain road covered with weeds in a blink of an eye.

A brown belt winds up, half-mountain with green and half-mountain stones.

Chen Baoshi looked up and saw that the black back was like an ape and a crane, jumping through the mountains, and climbed to the top several times. The extremely high place is facing the wind by the railing, overlooking the river, Wei Wei's momentum makes people's knees weak, and it darkens the dazzling sky and the scenery of the river.

Jin Yanchen pulled down his hood and looked far away, taking in both sides of the river.

From Luoyang to Jianghuai, there is a ready-made land route to go, Mu Cangping just wants to go around a big bend, take Xunyang, take the boat to Jiankang outside the city, and finally land and turn to Chuzhou.

What's so strange about this?

***

Mu Dianke felt like a monkey.

From Chang Qianfo taking her hand into Gu'an Hall, to now eating two teas, the number of people who come over has not decreased but increased, and they will look at her intentionally or unintentionally.

Taking advantage of the unpreparedness, Mu Dianke poked his feet out of the hem of his skirt, stepped on the tips of Chang Qianfo's deerskin boots, crushed them twice, and quickly withdrew.

They all blamed this person, who walked well, and had to hold her hand, and said that he was afraid that she would fall. The smooth and smooth stone paving road is repaired, afraid that she will not be able to walk steadily? Who believes his nonsense.

Chang Qianfo took a sip of tea with a smile, remained silent, and talked to Mo Cangcang: "...... When I came last year, I was still ramming the foundation, and this year I have run out of the climate, and Brother Gantang is doing things quickly. The guy who just looked in was a small brick, right? The child looks like a bamboo joint, and it changes from year to year. ”

Mo Cangcang was dumbfounded: What kind of kid are you talking about? Didn't you still grab sugar skewers with other people's children last year, so you pretended to be old?

Mo Cangcang didn't squeak, not to take care of the face of Chang Qianfo, but to see that his father was not far from the door.

In private, he dared to roll up his sleeves and fight with Chang Qianfo, in front of his father, but he didn't dare to say that Chang Qianfo was not.

"This way, please." Mo Yizen's voice came from outside the door.

In response, a gray-haired old man walked in, about sixty years old, clothed and tied, and relaxed. There is nothing long in the body, there are rivers and seas in the eyes, and you can know the origin at a glance.

Mo Yichan then entered the door, and bowed to Chang Qianfo respectfully: "Son, this is the steward of the Rong Mansion in Ink Lane, Hong Bo." ”

Rong Yi resigned from the phase, and at home, it is not appropriate to call Rong Xiang or the horse master. He simply skipped the title, stepped forward in two steps, did not hurry or panic, and stood behind Chang Qianfo: "...... This is the young owner of our house. ”

"A thousand Buddhas in their later lives."

Mo Yichan is inconvenient to call by name, Chang Qianfo got up and reported to his home, and greeted Hong Bo. As clear as he was, he knew that this was the person next to Rong Yi when he heard it.

I'm afraid, I'm still coming to Mu Dianke.

Sure enough, after the two sides finished saluting, Hong Bo turned his gaze to Mu Dianke: "...... This is Miss Mu Si, right? ”

It's like that one.

Liu Qingwu has passed away for many years, so Hong Bo still remembers her appearance clearly, but it is because such a charm and attitude are rare among people.

Liu Qingwu naturally has a sad state, and she has not spoken to others, and she has such a good appearance and a gentle temper, which makes people pity her so much that she can't bear to be offended.

Mu Dianke was cold, with alienation at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, making people dare not get close.

It is said that beauty is like a flower, it is to be seen in the water and in the fog, and it is appreciated. Mu Dian can be similar to Liu Qingwu's appearance, and his body shape is similar, so that the two distinct attitudes show a similar and indistinguishable charm.

No wonder Liu Yan lost her temper.

Hong Bo secretly thought that if he hadn't heard Heshun mention it before, he would have been prepared for it, and he would have been shocked at first sight.

"My son-in-law, please ask the fourth lady to come over to the house."