"Driving~"

One or two carriages, ten light horses, moving forward in the yellow sand

It has been more than half a month since they left Tianzi City, and those beautiful mountains, rivers and plants have gradually drifted away with Wen Yu and the others going north, except for simple meals and rest, the rest of the time is on the way.

"Lord, there seems to be an inn in front of you, do you want to stop" Yang Zheng rode to Wen Yu's carriage and asked softly

Wen Yu lifted the curtains, looked at the yellow sand in the sky and said, "Look at this, I'm afraid there will be a sandstorm, and now people are sleepy and tired, let's rest on the spot for one night."

"Old eight, old ninth, hurry up and make arrangements," Yang Zheng shouted to the two younger brothers beside him.

"Yes," the two rode quickly

Except for Yang Zheng, Wen Yu didn't know these nine people, and when he asked them what their names were, they said in unison, "One, two, three, four, five... Nine"

Anyway, if you have anything, just tell Yang Zheng

However, this Yang Zheng is thoughtful, careful, and organized, which really makes Wen Yu suspect that he is still not an eight-rank and has accepted such capable subordinates.

"Daddy, there's an inn in front, let's have a good rest tonight," Wen Yu turned to the two elders next to him and said.

"It's all up to Yu'er's arrangement, but this place is quite desolate, and you can't see small animals or anything for a few days" Wen Hao stretched his waist.

"After a few days of walking, across this desert, you can see the vegetation"

Before Wen Yu came, he had already memorized the map to death, and Yang Zheng also had a map anywhere, and these days, he has been leading the way.

"A serious inn?"

Wen Yu got out of the carriage and stretched out to help Qin Yu who got out of the carriage, while Wen Hao jumped down from the other side.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of this desert, there is an inn, and it is called a serious inn.

Wen Yu led people into the gate, and Yang was instructing his little brother to feed the horses.

"My lord, please come with me"

Yang Zheng led Wen Yu into the front hall, and a shopkeeper enthusiastically shouted, "VIP, please inside"

There are three people in this inn, the second shopkeeper, the cook, and Mr. Abacus.

At this time, two more people came out of the kitchen and the backyard, they were the eighth and ninth who came in advance, and they nodded to Yang Zheng to indicate safety.

Wen Yu and the others found three tables and put them together into a long table, and the shopkeeper enthusiastically poured tea.

"Yang Zheng, you have worked hard, tell the brothers to sit down" After Wen Yu sat down, he looked at the ten people who were standing in unison.

Yang Zheng turned to the other two younger brothers and said, "Fourth, you go and watch the horses, we can't get out of this desert without horses, and the fifth, you go to stand guard, if there is any trouble, come and report immediately, I will arrange for the brothers to send food over."

"Yes" The two did not complain and left happily.

"Where's the coachman?"

"Here, master, young master, people have three urgencies"

This coachman has been following the Wen Mansion for more than ten years and has been doing his best.

In this desert, there is no food.

Wen Yu ordered ten catties of cooked beef, a roast whole sheep, a pot of mutton soup, two steamed buns, a few roast chickens, and three plates of peanuts.

"Yang Zheng, do you drink?" Wen Yu considered whether to order two jars of wine.

"My lord, if you can't get to your destination, we won't be allowed to drink."

After a while, the dishes came one after another

Everyone swallowed their saliva and looked at Wen Yu

"Eat, what do you see me doing?" After speaking, Wen Yu took the lead in pulling a leg of mutton and handed it to Qin Yu

When everyone saw Wen Yu speak, they began to devour it, they really ate dry food for more than ten days, and there was no oil and water in their stomachs.

Wen Yu found two pots, each filled some food, and planned to send it to the fourth and fifth children outside the door.

"Don't bother the lord, I'll send it over" Yang Zheng stood up and stretched out his hand to take the basin.

"Obedient, sit down"

Wen Yu walked towards the door with two basins.

"The fourth and the fifth come here," Wen Yu shouted when she saw two motionless wooden men.

The two turned around and saw that it was Wen Yu, so they quickly ran over and knelt down and shouted, "Thank you, lord"

Wen Yu helped the two of them up and said, "It's all my own brothers, don't be polite"

The two shook their heads in shock

Wen Yu saw that the two of them were stunned, I was afraid that there was something wrong with my brain, so she went back to continue cooking.

"Child, can you take a bath here?"

Looking at the table where everything was eaten, Wen Yu also clapped his full stomach and shouted.

"Yes, it's just a bit expensive," the shopkeeper replied

"It's not bad money, let's arrange it for us," Wen Yu replied

The second child of the "Haole" store hurriedly went to the backyard to prepare, and Mr. Dead Plate behind the counter crackled and calculated.

"Lord, you and the old lady can wash it, we are all rough people and ride horses every day, and it is a waste to wash it," Yang Zheng stood up and said.

"Okay then," Wen Yu nodded.

As soon as it was dark, there was the sound of a sandstorm outside, and the second and third men who had changed the guard looked at the wind that swept everything, and behaved lightly.

Wen Yu, who took a bath, wanted to pick up the lamp to read at night, but was disturbed by the noise of the sandstorm outside, Wen Yu planned to blow out the candle to sleep, but under the shaking of the candlelight, a figure was printed outside the door.

"Who"

Wen Yu shouted

"Lord, it's me, Yang Zheng" A voice came from outside the door

"You don't sleep at night, you scare me," Wen Yu let go of the chair in his hand.

"Hui Zhugong, a person who practices martial arts, has little sleep, and all of them are on duty," Yang Zheng replied.

"Oh" Wen Yu climbed the mountain and went to sleep peacefully.

In the cellar of the inn, the shopkeeper, the cook, and Mr. Abacus gathered together.

"Do you want to do it tonight?" The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and put his hand on his neck.

"Move your sister," the cook slapped him on the head with a spoonful.

"Second brother, why are you beating me?" asked the shopkeeper puzzled

"You are blind, these people can't move, they are disciplined, I'm afraid they are regular troops" The courtiers hate iron but not steel.

Mr. Abacus touched his beard and thought about it.

"Big brother, what is your opinion?" The cook looked at Mr. Abacus and asked hurriedly.

"Based on my years of experience, these people are not as simple as the regular army, they are definitely the Royal Guards," Mr. Abacus was silent for a long time before replying.

"The Guards?" The shopkeeper exclaimed

", be quiet, be small, you're looking for death," the cook continued to beat the shopkeeper with a spoon.

The shopkeeper's neck shrank, and he was immediately so quiet that his face turned white with fright.

"Big brother, which young man do you mean, the prince?" The cook continued.

"Eight or nine are not far from ten, except for the prince, how can the Imperial Forest Army easily come forward to escort it?" Mr. Abacus replied.

"What then?"

"Cold salad"