The prince and Cai Jian had just walked for an hour, and at the fork in the road, two horses came, and the two horses struggled to pull a carriage to climb the slope. (Just go to the Pen Fun Pavilion)

One of the red jujube horses was churning on all fours, with its long mane flying, and its magnificent posture showed that it had gone through a lot of hardships and still forged forward, it looked up to the sky and roared, and the heartfelt neighing of the horse resounded through the suburbs.

The other horse carries the owner's wishes, should be with a tragic neigh, the long mane under the wave of the whip, and the jujube red horse twisted into a rope, working together, the pace of the same rapid forward, constituting a galloping power of beauty, exhibiting a strange picture intertwined, through the tribulation of the tragic shape.

The coachman sat in front of the carriage, the whip was "snapped", and he drove the carriage very skillfully and rushed to Shilipo.

The coachman pushed his hat back, revealing a square face that had been blackened by the sun. With a slight pull on the reins, the speed of the car gradually slowed down.

A lazy voice came from inside the carriage: "Uncle Guan, where are you?" The curtain of the car opened a corner, revealing a sleepy, tired little face in the window.

"Miss, this is Shilipo, and there is a gazebo in front, do you want to come down and rest for a while?" Guan Bo raised his eyes and looked, there was no one around, the footprints and horseshoe prints on the ground, and the wheel prints were buried by the wind and sand, only a lonely pavilion was erected in front of his eyes, and he couldn't tell if anyone had passed by here just now.

She rubbed her sour eyes and glanced around, there was only one pavilion here, which looked very desolate, and couldn't help but show a disappointed look: "Uncle Guan, this is Shilipo, barren mountains and mountains, there is no one." ”

Obedient and listening, Uncle Guan understood Miss's mind at once, she put all her thoughts on Childe, and all the central themes of Miss revolved around Childe, but she was ashamed to speak, embarrassed to mention Childe's name, and always mentioned Childe around the bend when she spoke. I hope Uncle Guan can follow her wishes and talk more about the topics she wants to know.

Uncle Guan was deaf and clear-sighted, and the understanding "hehehe" laughed, and comforted the young lady: "Miss, don't worry, Uncle Guan will not disappoint you." ”

Uncle Guan, who has never joked with Miss, since she made Miss's jokes, Miss naturally understood that Uncle Guan understood her thoughts, blushed, and lowered her head. Lower the curtain and say no more.

"Miss, if you're tired, you can rest on the carriage. Maybe you'll see Childe tonight. Uncle Guan said with a smile.

The words were clear, and the young lady couldn't care about being shy, she no longer hid her feelings of wanting to see her son earlier, but she was ashamed to speak, and asked in a corner: "Uncle Guan, are you mistaken?" We shouldn't have chosen this path. ”

Not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns.

Half a month is not seen as if it had been three years.

Thinking of Childe, Yueyue's heart was in turmoil and she was extremely disappointed. All kinds of bad speculations came one after another, which made her uneasy, and she couldn't help but doubt the route Guan Bo chose.

"Miss, maybe the son has already left this place, and a large number of their carriages and horses are probably resting at the inn in front." Uncle Guan said to Yueyue in a very affirmative tone, comforting his restless heart.

"In that case, why don't you drive away, what are we doing here?" When Yueyue saw Uncle Guan get out of the car, she couldn't help but remind him and urge him to go faster.

Uncle Guan is a careful person, he knows his young lady best, on the surface he is as calm as water, giving people a gentle appearance, in fact, her anxiety and uneasiness are revealed in and out of the words, and her heart is overturned, and her heart is like numbness. He had no choice but to comfort the young lady and not let her be in a hurry.

On the other hand, Miss's words also reminded him, did Childe pass by here? He couldn't figure it out, she looked at the half head poking out of the curtain, and the uneasiness on the young lady's face was clearly written on his face, his heart sank, and he secretly warned himself: There can be no more mistakes, so as not to mistake the lady's lifelong event.

He looked around, got out of the carriage, and looked for suspicious places everywhere, he believed that as long as Childe passed by here, no matter how cautious and careful he was, a large number of casual convoys of people and horses would inevitably leave flaws, and along the clues, he would peel off the cocoon and make a judgment whether Childe had taken this road!

The pavilion stands alone on the side of the road, a mountain road connects Jincheng and the capital, and there is a fork in the road, even if this fork road goes to the dark, it will not reach the destination.

Uncle Guan's eyes stared at this path, the route map was reviewed in his mind, Gongzi set out from the capital, took a shortcut and took the path, crossed the Shili slope, and rushed to the front inn before dark, this route was the best route.

With his hands behind his back, he took out an eye bag from his waist and lit it, and while sucking, he walked slowly, paying attention to everything around him, not letting go of anything suspicious, he walked from the carriage to the gazebo, and from the gazebo to the middle of the path, and walked back and forth several times, but found nothing suspicious.

All of a sudden, he lost the direction of his judgment, and he didn't know what path to choose in order to catch up with Childe's journey.

When he finished smoking a bag of cigarettes, he picked up the cigarette pouch and tapped it in his palm, about to fill another bag of tobacco shreds, when suddenly, his eyes shifted from the tobacco pouch to a wooden stick that was buried in the yellow sand, revealing a head.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately walked over, reached out and pulled the stick out of the yellow sand, and found that it was scarred, leaving traces of being crushed by the wheels.

These traces are uneven, of different depths, the wooden stick is rolled deep at one end, and the other end is slightly shallower, and where the rolling is deeper, a large piece of bark is torn off, revealing the trunk inside.

He traced his fingers to the wheel print, and guessed that it was the mark of an extremely delicate wheel. This car is not something that ordinary people can afford to sit on, and this person is either rich or expensive.

He looked at the sticks repeatedly, pondering, trying to find the answer in the hole-ridden sticks.

The rough wooden stick rubbed in his palm, and gradually several fragmentary pictures were pieced together by him into a complete picture.

There was a man and a woman sitting in the car together, the man was sitting on the right, weighing more than 120 pounds, and the woman was sitting on the left, petite and delicate, and her weight was relatively light.

When the cart passed by here, the one-meter-long wooden stick blocked the way, and the stick stuck to the right wheel, repeatedly allowing it to ravage and crush and refuse to leave the wheel. The wheel brutally ripped off a piece of bark, causing the whole cart to tilt to the right, the wooden stick was overwhelmed, buried deep in the yellow sand, the wheel slipped from the smooth tree trunk, the whole cart rolled over, the light wooden stick cocked up, barely poked out half, exposed outside the yellow sand.

"Hehehe, it doesn't take much effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to get them, God really helps me." Uncle Guan's heart jumped, and this wooden stick told him a lot of information. The sticks have solved many mysteries along the way.

The one sitting in the car was the county lord and her husband.

"Uncle Guan, why don't you leave, have you found anything?" An unhappy voice asked him.

"Miss, Childe must be in front, this time you can't be wrong." Uncle Guan raised the wooden stick and tapped the marks on it with his cigarette pouch, his eyes flashing with joy.

Uncle Guan's emotions infected Yueyue, she knows Uncle Guan's ability, calm and sophisticated, capable of doing things, not dragging mud and water, sharp eyes, seeing problems very accurately, she understands the certainty and confidence in his eyes, this time he can't be wrong, that is, he can't be wrong.

Yueyue's face turned cloudy, and her depressed mood became cheerful: "Uncle Guan, let's go." ”

"Good Ratcha."

"Huh" He turned over and got into the car, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the two horses began to run, and Uncle Guan's heart also ran with the horses: "This time, the son can no longer escape, he must help the young lady get justice." ”

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