Yan Qingge There were only about fifty people when they came, but when they went back, there were nearly 100 people in the team. The more than 40 people who came out were the wounded soldiers of the Gu army who were picked up by them from the pile of dead.

The wounds of these wounded soldiers are not serious, and they can survive without medical treatment, which can be regarded as replenishing their new strength.

The grain, grass and supplies used by more than 1,000 people in the Gu Military Department, plus the things that the Jingwang Department originally had, even if some were plundered by the barbarians, there was still a lot left.

Zhou Jiaotou was afraid of short food for the first three months, and the looting was very clean, and the result was that every healthy soldier, including Yan Qingge, had to look at three to five vehicles by himself. The carts, numbering in their early 200s, were pulled by oxen and marched slowly through the grasslands and mountains.

In order to prevent being seen, Yan Qingge and the others could only choose to hurry at night and find a place to hide during the day.

Even if they were familiar with the terrain, when Yan Qingge and his party rushed back to Yuhu, it was the end of July.

They left, and the people of the island were not idle. After some construction, Yuhu Island seems to have the prototype of a small water village.

Yan Qingge has been gone for more than half a month, and as soon as Ruyi saw her, he jumped up and hugged her to wipe her tears.

Yan Qingge patted Ruyi's shoulder: "Don't cry." This time we went out and brought back a lot of grain and grass, so that everyone would not have to go hungry. ”

It is said to be grain and grass, but there are also a lot of daily supplies for the rest of the day, and there are even two large carts of cotton and cloth, and a box of tea bricks, half a cart of wine, and a large number of condiments.

Seeing these things, Ruyi's eyes straightened.

"Big ...... Miss, how did you get so many good things? Ruyi rushed over, his eyes about to pop out of his sockets.

Instead, she laughed happily: "The eldest lady is amazing!" They had also gone out to investigate the news before, but they didn't find anything, and as soon as the eldest lady came out, they got so much food, drink, and use. ”

Yan Qingge shook his head and said: "This time we were lucky, we waited for the rabbit to get these things, and next time we will be so lucky." ”

More than 200 truckloads of food and supplies have greatly solved the island's urgent needs.

The strength of the people was great, and the materials they brought back were quickly put together neatly and stored in different categories.

Yan Qingge went out on this trip, she was very tired, she was physically and mentally exhausted, she entered the tent, and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was almost dusk, and she had slept all day.

Yan Qingge sat up and saw that there were a lot of things in the room, Ruyi was holding a needle and thread, sewing something at the door with the sunset.

She stepped forward to take a look, saw Ruyi sewing the quilt surface, and asked, "Ruyi, what are you doing sewing this?" ”

"It was sent by Zhou Jiaotou, he said that Qingzhou is very cold in winter, so he sent us cotton and fabric, and asked us to sew a few quilts. In a few days, I will be taught how to do it, and I can't sew the quilts covered by more than 300 people on the island. Ruyi stopped the needlework and pulled Yan Qingge into the house.

"Miss, Jiaotou Zhou also sent a box of gadgets, it seems to be all pen and ink antiques or something, and there are a few books in it, saying that they are for the eldest lady's pastime, I don't understand, so I left it untouched." As he spoke, Ruyi pointed to the extra camphor wood box in the corner.

Zhou Jiaotou had a heart, he was so busy cleaning the battlefield at that time, and he didn't forget to collect these for her. It's a pity that she is no longer as relaxed as she used to be.

She opened the box at random, and saw that there were a bunch of things thrown in a mess, including bottles and cans, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, a few messy books, and a few scrolls of paintings randomly inserted between the gaps of these things.

Yan Qingge took out a copper incense burner, the color of this incense burner is warm, the furnace body is very light, and the wall of the furnace is complicated and hollowed, which is not thin and full of layering. This is a typical imperial incense burner of the former dynasty, which is hundreds of years old, and it looks not old because it is played with from time to time.

This kind of good thing is something that I can't imagine that can be seen in the army.

Yan Qingge casually handed the thing to Ruyi: "There are long barbs at the bottom of this incense burner, which is just right to make candlesticks for candlesticks, take it and use it." ”

Ruyi didn't know the preciousness of this thing, oh, looked at it, and said happily: "This barb is just right to use, and we will not be afraid of the candle falling on the ground in the future." ”

Yan Qingge casually disposed of a few more things - a large plate of bronze inscriptions nearly a thousand years ago, which was used as a royal ritual vessel, was handed over by her to Ruyi to be placed on the stove indoors to make a baking tray; The delicate palace-made silver vase was used as a jug; A flawless jade carved from mutton fat white jade was taken to the corner of the table, which was made by the soldiers, the craftsmanship was rough, the legs were of different lengths, and it was always dangling when used......

The boxes were getting fewer and fewer, and finally, it was the turn of the paintings.

Yan Qingge pondered, should these paintings be used to ignite the fire, or should they be rubbed and used as straw paper?

Thinking casually, she unfolded a picture scroll and froze.

This painting is extremely familiar, and it is clearly the painting of Wei Qiao that was stolen by thieves when she was in the capital.

At that time, the puppy she raised at home also took a piece of the thief's clothes, and she asked Yan Xiuyu to help investigate the case. The painting didn't matter, she gradually stopped paying attention to it, who knows, she saw it again at this time.

If Yan Qingge's face was ugly, he looked at it and screamed in surprise.

This painting was hung in Yan Qingge's house, and Ruyi also recognized it.

"Take the rest of the painting apart." Yan Qingge had a hair on his back, and immediately pulled out all the paintings, handed half of them to Ruyi, and quickly opened them.

The five or six scrolls of paintings were all opened, and each one was painted by Wei Qiao himself.

Some are flowers and birds, some are landscapes, the painting style is delicate and beautiful, and it is very elegant.

Yan Qingge's brows furrowed higher and higher.

She said to Ruyi: "Go and call the head of Zhou Jiao." ”

Ruyi knew the importance of this matter and immediately ran out of the tent.

Tonight, so much grain and grass supplies were brought back, and Zhou Jiaotou was full of red light, drinking with his comrades to celebrate, and was dragged over by Ruyisheng.

When he entered the door, he was still rubbing his arms heavily: "Miss Ruyi's nails are growing again." ”

Yan Qingge didn't have time to joke with him, pointed to the five paintings spread out on the ground, and asked, "Zhou Jiaotou, what's going on with these paintings." ”

"These paintings were found in the tent of Miss Yan's sister-in-law. Miss Yan shouldn't be disgusted that this is your sister-in-law's thing. If you don't like to burn, just hehe! Zhou Jiaotou had an impression of these paintings.

He is a martial artist, he knows no more than a hundred words, the name of the inscription, he still knows the word Wei, and he doesn't know the word Qiao. Therefore, he had no idea that this was a painting of a traitor to the Great Zhou.

Yan Qingge shook his head and said, "These five paintings, I suspect that there is no other mechanism!" As she spoke, she picked up the one that had been stolen in the capital, handed it to Zhou Jiaotou, and said, "These five paintings are all painted by Wei Qiao." This one used to be mine, but last year my house was burglarized, and the thieves didn't touch anything of value, except for this painting and some of my letters. ”

Zhou Jiaotou's drunkenness immediately woke up by three points.

He took the painting, looked at it carefully for a long time, didn't see anything, simply sat on the ground, and studied what was going on with Yan Qingge and Ruyi.

The three of them looked at it for a long time, but they couldn't see the famous hall, and seeing that it was late at night, Yan Qingge said to Zhou Jiaotou: "Zhou Jiaotou, it's not early, you go back and rest." These paintings are left unattended, and we can't lose them for a while, so we can ponder them slowly. The stakes are high, and I hope you don't just say it to outsiders. ”

Zhou Jiao's head bowed and went out.

Yan Qingge couldn't see the secrets of these five paintings, and even when he practiced archery, he was affected a little, and he no longer had the same arrows as before.

Yan Qingge understands that if this matter is not resolved, it will become a knot in her heart.

On this day, when he came back from the martial arts training ground, Yan Qingge washed his face with cold water, called Ruyi, and said, "Ruyi, you go and talk to Zhou Jiaotou, and call all the wounded soldiers we rescued that day." ”

It's strange to say that the people they saved that day were all Gu Jun, and there was no one from King Jing's army. Perhaps someone in King Jing's army knew about these paintings, but the clue was obviously impossible to find.

After a while, Zhou Jiaotou ran over and asked, "Miss Yan, what are you asking those people to do?" ”

"I would like to ask again about the battle between the three armies that night."

"Oh, this is easy to do, I have already talked to them one by one, most of them are just worried about fighting with their heads bored, and there are not many who know the situation, I will call a few who know the situation." Zhou Jiaotou said.

After a short time, Zhou Jiaotou brought seven or eight soldiers over.

After returning to the island, they knew Yan Qingge's identity as a woman, and the head of the Zhou Sect mentioned his face, coupled with the original Yanjun's attitude towards Yan Qingge, so they were also extremely respectful to Yan Qingge.

After making a big salute, they stood next to them, waiting for Yan Qingge to ask.

Yan Qingge said, "Have any of you seen the face of that barbarian general. ”

"Miss Yan, I've seen it! That barbarian general was born very good-looking, if it weren't for the fact that he was dressed as a barbarian, he was very tall, and his face was painted with barbarian patterns, I almost thought it was our Da Zhou people. ”

"How does he have a good opinion?" Yan Qingge asked, felt inappropriate, and said, "Is it with a kind of elegant beauty?" Is that person with very dark hair and white skin, looking at it gives people the feeling of an ink painting. ”

The guard frowned and thought, "He looks like a figure in a painting, but not much like an ink painting, like a color painting." ”

Yan Qingge confused him.

She originally suspected that the brute would be dressed by Wei Qiao, who betrayed the Great Zhou, but Wei Qiao's temperament didn't match the color painting.

"What Yan Shuyu said to that barbarian general, you heard it."

"Nope! When the enchantress and the barbarian general spoke, we were already defeated, and we couldn't hear it at all. Later, a barbarian tied the demon girl to a horse and took it away, and when I passed by, I heard the demon girl shouting, saying something to make people take care of the old feelings, don't hurt her, and then I felt that the demon girl and the barbarian knew each other. One replied.

"But what the barbarian general said is clearly a barbarian word!" Another retorted: "I heard with my own ears that the barbarian general commanding the northern barbarian soldiers in a loud barbarian voice. I think the enchantress was just bluffing. ”

The more Yan Qingge listened, the more confused he became, and the generals who had escaped death argued because they had seen and heard different situations at the beginning.

What the facts, what the truth is, is confusing. Could it be that the barbarian is really a native barbarian?

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(Tianjin)