The team that Wang Wuzhi brought out of Jizhou and escorted Qu Yu'er into Beijing was 300 people from a cavalry under Fang Yan who was the best at surprise attacks.

Therefore, less than three days after Ling Fu arrived in Jizhou, Wang Wuzhi suddenly arrived, so that Mu Cangping did not have enough time to plan and deal with it.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, after receiving Qu Yuer, Wang Wuzhi did not stop to rest, but hurried in the starry night, three days and two nights, traveled more than 800 miles, and went out of Yuzhou.

On the fifth day, he received a letter from Beijing, which was Rong Yi's handwriting. There were no greetings, no explanations, only hard orders: slow down the march and wait for someone from the DPRK to come.

The strokes are wild, revealing the strength of the person who wrote the letter.

Wang Wuzhi is Fang Yan's soldier, and he will be in the camp, so he should have obeyed Yu Shuai's orders. But in Fang Rong's camp to which Fang Yan belongs, Rong Yi is the one who speaks the same thing.

Even if Fang Yan was there in person, he had to follow the instructions in his heart.

Almost without hesitation, Wang Wuzhi immediately made a decision, he had a dangerous road ahead, and he had to recuperate and prepare for the enemy, so he ordered the team to stop and rest. A cadre of soldiers will set up camp on the hillside without a village shop in front and back, bury pots and make rice, and will continue to hover until noon on the next day before setting off in a hurry.

Regarding Wang Wuzhi's abnormal movements, Mu Cangping did not raise doubts.

Whether it was at the beginning, Wang Wuzhi ordered an emergency march, or suddenly slowed down the speed of the march at this moment, Mu Cangping's attitude was very flat, and it was taken for granted. That's a little unusual.

Wang Wuzhi even felt that all this was secretly manipulated by Mu Cangping, because he was in control, so he was calm.

He thought it was absurd: How could this be? A charlatan!

The turtle ant walked for four or five days, and Dou Yan's uncle and nephew rode lightly.

After the decree was announced, the master and slave were established: all matters on the way to escort were subject to Dou Yan's proposal, and the Jizhou Military Association escorted the prisoners.

Wang Wuzhi only understood at this time why Fang Yan had to wade into troubled waters.

The peaceful days have passed for a long time, and everyone from the Son of Heaven to the hundred officials has begun to despise them, the border soldiers who went to their homes and relatives, and guarded the border and Ning.

In the years of beacon fire, how could there ever be a person in charge of the army who suffered such humiliation?

The appearance is not the same, and it is only a matter of time before Fang Shuai takes off the handsome seal. At that time, how should these Jizhou soldiers who have followed Fang Yan for many years, and in the eyes of civil and military officials, have already branded a big "Fang" word on their heads, how should they gain a foothold in the DPRK?

In the past two years, Fang Yan has visibly aged a lot.

He is different from Rong Yi, he not only carries Fang Rong on his shoulders, but also a group of brothers who follow him in life and death.

When people are at the end of the road, they are willing to wade on any thorny road.

It's a pity that the warrior's broadsword and spear have never been able to kill foreign enemies, and there is no precedent for defeating the court's hidden arrows. This trip is hard, but it is just a thousand miles away to hand over the face to Jiankang, so that those power gainers who are lying on the couch will be slapped again.

Wang Wu smiled with a straight face, and scolded her mother in her heart.

Everyone is envious of the children of the Wang clan, and the children of the wang clan are not so easy to be. The struggle within the family is not much gentler than the court's deceit, and not showing his true attitude is almost an instinct for him.

"General Dou is here, I'll be relieved to wait." Wang Wuzhi began to complain: "These days, I really haven't slept for a long time." ”

Dou Yan is still a general in his bones, and he hates others calling him "Uncle Guo" the most. The former was exchanged for his real skills, and the latter inherited the woman's skirt.

This kind of feeling, Wang Wuzhi, who has been on the battlefield, understands it, and Han Jujun also understands it.

Han Jujun once obeyed Dou Yan's orders in the battle of the west, and he still had reverence for this old boss in his heart, and when Dou Yan's eyes fell on him, he marched and saluted "General".

Dou Yan was pushed out to grab credit for no reason, and he held back the evil fire in his belly, if Wang Wuzhi dared to save his face, a fuss would be indispensable.

Wang Wuzhi is a person who can be a man, and Han Jujun's respect is also sincere, and the old general's elongated face has eased a little.

Now that the human prisoner has been replaced by a real human prisoner, there is no need to hide it as before.

Wang Wu directly sold Han Jujun's favor, removed the iron cage in the carriage, and when she camped and rested, Qu Yuer could also get out of the car, blowing the wind and basking in the sun in a place where everyone could see. These ordinary daily life, in the near future, will become a luxury for her.

"Chivalry... Did you encounter any difficulties? ”

It is said that the blind have the clearest heart. Although Qu Yu'er couldn't see it, she could feel that along the way, Han Jujun's heart was getting heavier and heavier.

"Nope." Han Jujun responded, he took out an object and handed it to Qu Yu'er, "It's not well sewn, and it can't change back to its original appearance." ”

It was the cloth embroidered tiger, and after being torn apart by the owl and thrown away, Han Jujun picked it up again. Although the stitches are crooked, the sewing is quite neat.

The same thing is worthless in the eyes of some people; In the eyes of those who cherish it, it is a priceless treasure, a hope and solace in the Jedi.

He also had such a solace when his wife sewed him with her own hands. Later, he was torn off during a fight with a fellow prisoner, and he learned to needle and thread as a clumsy old man.

It's a pity that the broken belt can be sewn, and it is difficult to repair people's hearts.

Qu Yu'er held the cloth tiger in her arms, and her slender fingers rubbed over the patched silk cloth, feeling the shape of the little tiger.

"Thank you." She laughed. It was a compassionate and passionate laugh, like the sun in the sky.

"Scissors... Didn't put it in for you. Han Jujun said: "Whenever, you have to try to survive." ”

He was silent for a while, and then said: "If you live, you can encounter a turning point." Even if you are not afraid of falling into the fire cave, how can you reunite with the people you care about in the next life? ”

The smile on Qu Yu'er's face was like water flowing from spring to winter, slowly stiffening, losing warmth, "Do you have anyone to worry about?" She asked.

Han Jujun didn't speak.

When he is silent, he gives people a feeling of boundless loneliness and loneliness.

"As long as there are people who care, they are not alone in this world." Qu Yu'er said softly, she was silent with Han Jujun, and after a while, she said, "Someone is coming." ”

Han Jujun raised his head, and sure enough, he saw a person in a bamboo-blue robe standing outside the ground, it was Dou Yan's long-term follower Zhou Mingrong, who had been in the army in the past and had an old friendship with him.

It was he who was careless.

He hadn't been so negligent in years.

Han Jujun couldn't help but turn his head to look at Qu Yu'er, with surprise in his eyes. He didn't know that Qu Yu'er, who was accustomed to waiting, could distinguish the most distinguishable of the thousands of sounds in this world, the sound of footsteps.

The reunion of old friends is nothing more than greetings.

When Han Jujun was in trouble, Zhou Mingrong was weak and chose to protect himself, this matter is understandable, but if he teaches him to be heart-to-heart, it is obviously impossible.

"That's right." When he was about to say goodbye, Zhou Mingrong suddenly remembered something: "A month ago, I went out of Beijing on business and saw my sister-in-law, Guiqian, in a grange on the outskirts of Beijing...... She asked me about you. ”