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On the official road leading to Chang'an, rows of horses galloped past.

"Master Hou, there is Chang'an City in front." Yang Dehai's voice flew in the wind.

Song Yisheng's eyes were red, he pursed his lips and said nothing, and shook the horsewhip fiercely.

"Master Hou, you haven't closed your eyes for three days, let's fix it, and my subordinates will go to the city to take care of you first." Yang Dehai chased after him, and the bumpy horseback made his voice tremble slightly.

Song Yisheng took a heavy breath and stopped.

Everyone then stopped and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yisheng's face was very bad, naturally no one dared to speak, so he heard his hoarse voice: "At this time, the news of Qing'an's siege should have reached Chang'an, Your Majesty is busy caring about the war, and when this battle is over, the folds of participating in me will be like snowflakes." He clenched the reins of the horse: "Dehai, you take my handwritten book to Zheng An Houfu, and you will definitely hand it over to Hou Ye in person!" ”

"Yes!" Yang Dehai received the order and galloped on horseback.

Song Yisheng picked up the water bladder and took a sip to tidy up his appearance.

"Master Hou, let's Qing'an, can we hold it?" The accompanying ironclad guard asked.

Most of them are Qing'an people, how can they not worry.

Leaving that day, Song Yisheng stayed in Anqing Mansion that night, and saw the raging beacon fire burning in the direction of Qing'an the next morning.

It's something that's urgent.

Song Yisheng scolded his mother on the spot.

As soon as he left Qing'an with his front foot, the Turks called, didn't he deliberately go against him!

Not to mention that the generals defending the city want to participate in him, even he himself can't forgive himself.

He can hide the method of the twenty-person phalanx that is specially designed to deal with the Turks, waiting to fly to the sky!

"Master Hou, what should we do?" When Yang Dehai asked, Song Yisheng regretted that his intestines were blue.

What else could he do?

Anqing Mansion is too busy to take care of himself, and he will definitely not allocate the army to rescue Qing'an, and the Turks are menacing, even if he goes back to defend Qing'an, he will only make meritorious service for his crimes, and he will not get the fame he wants at all.

Song Yisheng made a quick decision, ordered to throw away all the softness, and the whole team worked day and night, galloping to Chang'an.

He finished the five-day journey in three days.

Just for today, meet Zheng Anhou.

At this time, he didn't dare to think about any Beijing officials, and only hoped that Zheng Anhou and only Zheng Anhou could keep his title in front of the angry emperor.

At this time, the question asked by Tie Jiawei was like digging Song Yisheng's internal organs, which made him uncomfortable.

"Yes." His voice was hoarse.

"There are 200,000 of our troops in Eagle Eye Pass, with plenty of grain and grass, but the Turks are when cattle and sheep are fattening, and it is impossible for them to slaughter livestock to prepare dry food, so they must not bring much rations, as long as Qing'an can hold out for three days, the enemy army will retreat." Song Yisheng's mouth was dry.

If there is a commander of the Willow Battalion here, he will exclaim.

Song Yisheng's inference turned out to be the same as Changning's appearance.

The hearts of the Ironclad Guards still hang in the air, for today is the third day.

Song Yisheng had already driven the horse again, and everyone followed, and soon stepped into the crowded Chang'an City.

Many of the fellow ironclad guards are coming to Chang'an for the first time, so they are naturally relatively fresh.

However, they are also well-trained, and soon came to Yang Dehai's inn to stay.

Yang Dehai led the way, and Song Yisheng took three ironclad guards dressed as small servants to Zheng'an Houfu to wait.

There are four large gates of the Hou Mansion, second only to the major yamen, which is a regulation only in Chang'an City, which is the most favored Hou Mansion of His Majesty.

Only Zheng Anhou, Sui Anhou and the original general Liu Jia's Liu family in Chang'an have this honor.

"Master Hou, please." Song Yisheng is also a third-class martial marquis, although he is not among the hundred and eight nobles in Chang'an City, but the people in Zheng An's Houfu still understand the rules, and politely invite him into the side hall to wait.

This is the hour.

Song Yisheng sat on the chair and closed his eyes in shock, not moving at all.

But his other henchman couldn't sit still, "Master Hou, this Zheng Anhou is too much, you obviously came at his invitation, but he was listening to the play next door, so you waited here!" ”

"Shut up!" Song Yisheng drank lowly.

He opened his eyes, and there was a calmness in his eyes: "It's me who left his post without permission and wants to go to Chang'an to visit friends, what is Zheng Anhou doing?" ”

The henchman was glared at by Yang Dehai and stopped talking.

Song Yisheng returned to a state of recuperation with his eyes closed, and his fingers were tapping on the chair to the beat of the opera outside.

The battle on the front line is tight, but Zheng Anhou dares to have fun openly in the house.

This is the greatest ability.

Song Yisheng's fingers tapped.

One day, he will be able to build four open vermilion gates in this imperial city.

Let the city be turned by his joy and anger.

The boy in the corner turned around and ran away, Song Yisheng glanced at it, and continued to beat to the beat.

The boy ran to the garden to report to the steward.

The steward stooped to the front, and the rosewood stilted couch was in front of the boots with only rickety dark clouds and satin gold thread embroidered with plum petals, and the people on the couch were still humming a little tune.

"Did he say that?" The drama becomes the background, and the man's voice is slightly sharper and somewhat neutral.

"Yes, sir." The steward stepped back respectfully, someone dusted off Zheng Anhou's boots, and a beautiful boy stepped forward to help him up.

"It's a buildable material." Zheng An smiled, he stood up, tall and bearded. Although he is middle-aged, he is well maintained, and he looks to be in his early forties.

He gave up his hand when he entered the door, and said with a smile: "It's all because the family is ignorant and doesn't know how to report, so Qing'an has been waiting for a long time." ”

Song Yisheng hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Where is Master Hou, it is the little nephew who came to visit rashly, and it is abrupt." ”

The little nephew directly lowered his seniority and brought the relationship closer.

Zheng Anhou smiled: "I have already read your letter, this matter is a bit tricky, after all, you left your post without permission, no matter what happens to Qing'an's side, Your Majesty will be the first to pursue it." ”

"Oh, the little nephew didn't enter Beijing without incident, but he had something important to report." Song Yisheng hurriedly said.

"Oh? What's the matter? Zheng An waited to see him.

Song Yisheng was a little embarrassed.

"But you found a clue about the eldest princess back then?" Zheng Anhou stared at Song Yisheng and kindly reminded.

Song Yisheng was full of excitement and was a little embarrassed.

Pretending to be a princess is a big crime to kill the nine clans, and Zheng Anhou clearly wants to push him out to be this bird.

If it is profitable, it is also Zheng Anhou's benefit, but if the incident happens to the east window, it seems to be his Song clan.

"This ...... This ......" Song Yisheng looked left and right, lowered his voice and said: "Hou Ye Mingjian, the little nephew has been selected, but he is still being trained, I am afraid that it will not be able to succeed in the near future." ”

Zheng Anhou immediately restrained his smile and said dryly: "Then please ask Qing'an Hou to think of a reason for himself." ”

Song Yisheng was nervously covered in cold sweat.

He knew there was no other way.

At the same time, the street outside the door suddenly sounded the noisy sound of gongs and drums: "Report! Qing'an victory! ”

"Qing'an victory!"

Everyone in the hall stood up and looked outside.

"Master Hou, Qing'an is a great victory, this is good news from the palace."

"There is such a magical formation, Qing'an County is really talented!"

"Formation?" Song Yisheng was shocked, and his eyes lit up: "The little nephew remembered." ”。