After lunch, Song Shan and his party took their luggage, got on the horse, and went in the direction of Taiyuan.

Although it was a horseback ride, Song Shan was not in a hurry, and drove the horse leisurely, which was not much faster than walking. If you say that you are in the city of Cilo, you are afraid that the horse will hit the pedestrians, it is funny.

Not to mention that in this hot summer, there are not many pedestrians on the road, if you really bump into a pedestrian, it is either a horse rider deliberately bumped into it, or a walking person deliberately bumps into it, there must be one deliberate.

Moreover, with Song Shan's pampered and arrogant temperament, how much of a deal can it be to kill a person?

Scold!

If you are killed, you have to get up and ask Song Dashao, is it comfortable? Isn't it?

Of course, it's another thing if you can't get up.

Out of the city, I didn't see them in a hurry, riding horses were still leisurely, it seemed that they were not in a hurry, but out to enjoy the scenery, and the horses and flowers were nothing more than that.

Although Song Shan had a shallow smile on his face, he was a little disappointed and anxious in his heart.

Fang Lechi seemed to feel something, and said with relief: "The young pavilion master doesn't have to be disappointed. The assassin didn't come, so it saved a little more danger. ”

Song Shan didn't say anything, and he was still a little irritable in his heart.

It's as if you've calculated so much, and in the end it's like you're fighting the air. Outsiders naturally seem to be funny and funny, but those who are the authorities themselves feel ridiculed.

Who is Song Shan? The young pavilion master of Tianwu Pavilion can be regarded as having a golden key, how can he bear the failure of his calculations?

I was a little irritable in my heart.

Yongzhou has little rain, the climate is relatively dry, the road from Xiluocheng back to Taiyuan, although it is mostly in the forest, the shade of the trees is sprouting, and there are one or two points of coolness in the shallow.

But the scorching sun is in the sky, and the ground is hot.

Halfway through the journey, Song Shan and his party were also a little too hot to stand, but where could there be a place to rest in this wilderness? I had to hurry up and see if there was a post inn or anything like that, so I could buy some water to cool off.

After traveling for a while, they finally found a post station, and Song Shan and the others hurriedly entered the post station.

It's really hot, it's really thirsty.

"This thief God!" Song Shan scolded when he got off the horse, this year's Yongzhou is particularly hot.

Fang Lechi and the three guards didn't say anything, and silently helped Song Shan tie the horse to the tethered post outside the post station.

"Hurry up and get some tea!"

As soon as he entered the door, Song Shan shouted.

The post station is only a few feet square. On this hot day, no one was in a hurry, and there was only a half-shirted post man in the post station.

"It's coming! Here it comes! "The post man is not a particular person, and those who come to the post station generally don't pay attention to people.

He took a scoop of water and scooped a spoonful from the water tank and brought it to Song Shan.

"Come, come, noble. It's a hot day, are you thirsty? Drink some water! ”

Song Shan glanced at the other party, teasing his trouser legs, there was still a little mud on his legs, and he stepped on a pair of straw sandals on the soles of his feet, so he grinned, took the water scoop and wanted to drink.

"Wait!"

As soon as Fang Lechi entered the door, he saw Song Shan taking the water scoop and was about to drink it, so he immediately shouted to stop.

He glanced at the post guard, he looked quite honest, like a farmer, but he still called a guard and asked for a water scoop from Song Shan's hand to let the guard drink first.

The guard didn't frown, and took a sip of cold water, only to feel that the water ran down his throat, and it was cold over his chest and fell into his stomach in one breath.

Song Shan was still a little puzzled when he was called to stop by Fang Lechi, but when he saw this scene, he understood, glanced at the post guard again, and said to Fang Lechi: "Uncle Fang, isn't it?" ”

Fang Lechi was on guard all over his body, watching the guard drink the water, observing if there was anything abnormal in the other party, and replied: "Young Pavilion Master, it's better to keep an eye on it outside." A lot of times there are no second chances. ”

Although he felt that Fang Le Chi was making a big fuss, his words were good, and it was always good to be careful, so Song Shan gave the other two guards a look, and the two immediately understood, quietly moved their pace, and approached the post guard, just waiting for Song Shan to give an order to capture the other party.

Most of the post guards of the Tang Dynasty are just crop men, the post guards are all part-time, there is no military establishment at all, they have not been on the battlefield, and they have probably never killed anyone, where have I seen this kind of posture, the two forces of war, almost kneeling on the ground with weak knees.

The post guard trembled and said, "Masters, this, what is this going to do?" My water is freshly put into the tank, there can't be a problem? ”

Song Shan saw that his legs were weak and he was a soft bone, and he felt a little funny, so he said with a smile: "Brother, don't panic, we don't suspect what you have done......

Hearing this, the post man panicked, trembling his mouth, and wanted to explain something, Song Shan felt bored, and continued: "It's just that my stomach is a little bad, so I asked my subordinates to drink it first to see if the water is clean, lest the weather be hot and I will have diarrhea later." ”

The postman looked at the knife behind Fang Lechi's back, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and smiled.

Does he believe it?

He believes in ghosts!

But what can be done without believing? This head looks like the son of a family, who is silk and satin, and he can't keep it if someone slaughters him with a knife.

Who will you talk to?

Fortunately, there was indeed no problem in this water, and after a quarter of an hour, the guard still did not notice anything unusual in his body, so he nodded to Fang Lechi and Song Shan, Song Shan immediately smiled brighter, took the water scoop and drank the remaining well water in the scoop in one gulp, but he was a little disappointed in his heart.

I thought to myself: This is almost to Taiyuan City, why hasn't the assassin made a move yet? Could it be that he really ran away because he had a hand with Uncle Fang once? Isn't that a bit too daring?

The two guards standing behind the post guard saw that the guard was fine, so they took back the knife that had been unsheathed, took the water scoop that Song Shan drank in one gulp, and went to the water tank to scoop water again.

The water scoop did not pass through the hand of the postman again.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, the post guard smiled and asked Song Shan: "Nobleman, do you think if there is nothing wrong, or will I go down first?" Why do you have anything to call me again? ”

Looking at the trembling appearance of the post guard in front of him, Song Shan really didn't have any interest, and he didn't want to say anything more to him, so he only waved his hand when his identity was here.

Fang Lechi still took out some copper coins from his pocket and threw them to the post guard, and said, "You go down first, and tell you to come and serve again." ”

The post man took the copper coin and showed his frowns, showing a happy face, responding again and again, and trotted out of the post station to feed the horses of Song Shan and his party.