Song Che set off from Zhifu Bay at noon, rode the wind and waves along the coastline, crossed the estuary of the Jiahe River at the right time, and arrived at the Bajiao Port at the right time, the whole journey was 120 miles, and he walked for nearly five hours.

There were about seventy or eighty warships in the harbor, and the barracks were set up on the embankment.

Nangong Yue and Lu Jingxiang are both women, and it is not convenient to enter the barracks late at night, so Song Che asked them to stay on the boat temporarily and get off the boat to find Jiang Yuntian by himself.

"It's so late at night, I'm afraid General Jiang is sleeping, right?" Song Che asked the young general on duty at the port.

"Strategist, don't worry, General Jiang can't sleep, can't sleep." The youngster is decisive and full of confidence.

"What? General he often has insomnia? ”

"Yes, the lights go out at four or five o'clock every night, not only can't I sleep, but I often hear him sigh, we don't know what the reason is, and we don't dare to ask."

Jiang Daxia is not such a person, even if the sky falls, he can sleep peacefully, unless......

Unless there is something on the mind.

The young general led Song Che to the big tent, and was about to open his mouth to say goodbye, but Song Che made a silent gesture from him.

The young general understood and retreated with a smile.

Seeing that in the big tent, the candles were bright, and a great figure was reflected, and he sat motionless on the couch, as if he was concentrating on something.

Song Che pushed open the tent door and walked in.

Jiang Yuntian held his cheeks with one hand, staring intently at the painting screen in front of him, on which hung a "beautiful woman folding a branch picture", even if the beauty existed in the picture, it was also beautiful and beautiful.

Jiang Yuntian was in a daze, so much so that when Song Che came, he was reluctant to move his head.

It turned out to be Sichun.

"Ahem!"

Song Che coughed lightly for a few words before waking up General Jiang, who was getting better.

Jiang Yuntian fixed his eyes, first surprised "Huh", hurriedly jumped off the accommodation, and stopped sideways in front of the beauty picture, before asking:

"When did you come? Why didn't you tell me in advance? ”

Song Che's eyes squinted at the picture scroll behind him, and asked with a smile, "What?" Are you afraid that I won't be able to see it? ”

Jiang Yuntian smiled awkwardly, and said with a straight face: "Don't make fun of me." ”

Song Che raised his chin at the painting, and asked again, "You painted it?" ”

Jiang Yuntian turned around and saw the beauty in the painting, his eyes instantly became a lot softer, he stroked the cheek of the person in the painting, and said: "Where do I have such a good skill, she painted it, I will give him a picture, and she will give me a picture, seeing the painting is like seeing people, in order to relieve the pain of lovesickness." ”

Song Che scratched the goosebumps on his arm and laughed, "You should draw the kind that you don't wear clothes to relieve loneliness and lovesickness." ”

"Then I'm afraid I really won't be able to sleep."

The two looked at each other and laughed, and then sat down by the fire, and boiled wine and talked.

Jiang Yuntian arrived in Dengzhou seven days ago, and was originally on standby in Zhifu Bay, but after thinking about it, it was too far away from Dengzhou, so he led his troops forward, and he knew that Jinan Mansion had only allowed him to be stationed in Bajiao Bay recently.

On the second day when the Huainan Naval Division was stationed in Bajiao Bay, 10,000 Jingdong Naval Divisions were stationed in the "Luyang Bay" ten miles to the north.

Jiang Yuntian poured a glass of hot wine for Song Che, "We are restricted everywhere here, and we can't even get to Dengzhou, so how can we capture the king?" ”

"Don't be in a hurry, capturing the king is not a trivial matter, you need to plan slowly."

Song Che took a sip of wine, and then ordered: "You help me get a salt guide, and then get a cart of salt, tomorrow we will disguise ourselves as salt sellers and go to Dengzhou City to see what is going on." ”

Is King Anyang in Dengzhou?

How is the strength of Dengzhou?

What is the conspiracy of the immortal master of the Wanshou Palace?

These are all issues that need to be clarified before we can act.

Jiang Yuntian agreed, glanced at the beauty in the picture scroll, and asked, "Brother Song, you said that if I succeed in capturing the king this time, can I propose to the emperor and let him marry the princess to me?" ”

Song Che shook his head: "It shouldn't be okay yet." ”

"Why?" Jiang Yuntian's brows furrowed.

Song Che said: "First of all, the time is not ripe enough, you helped the emperor catch his younger brother, and then you want to marry his sister, which is not very reasonable;

Moreover, your official quality is still too low, if you want to marry a princess, no matter how you have to go up to three grades, and serve in the capital, there has been no princess married to a local military general since ancient times;

What's more, the princess of Ningguo has a noble status, a charming appearance, and a huge political role;

If you want to marry her, you must become a pillar of the dynasty and let the emperor see your value. ”

"Then I can't do anything!"

Jiang Yuntian held Song Che's hand tightly and poured out his heart: "Since I came out of the mountain, I have never had such a strong desire, in this life, I will not marry her, she will not marry, even if the world is old, the oath will never change!" ”

The goosebumps on Song Che's arms were getting more and more.

He hadn't said such a sensual word to Shen Wenjun, but he heard it from Jiang Daxia's mouth tonight.

Affectionate is the love species.

Dedicated love is also love.

"Ah, well...... In order for my grandson to marry the county lord in the future, I will definitely help you marry the princess. ”

"There is something flawed in what you said, in case I give birth to a son and you give birth to a daughter in the future, then the grandson will follow my surname Jiang."

"No, no, no, the fortune teller said that I will have seven children in the future, and there will always be one who can marry your daughter."

"And what if I only have a son?"

"Then I will suffer a little loss, let him join the Song family and be a son-in-law."

……

Early the next morning, the salt was delivered in full quantities.

Song Che was a salt seller, Jiang Yuntian was a coachman, Nangong Yue and Lu Jingxiang were young men, and a group of four people changed into cloth clothes and set off to Dengzhou City by land.

Octagonal Port is not far from Dengzhou City, only more than 50 miles of road, the footsteps can be reached before dark, but this section of the road is the most unsmooth, and there are few people who dare to do business on the avenue.

It took about fifteen or sixteen miles.

On the inaccessible avenue, a group of people finally appeared, the scale was not small, there were twenty or thirty people, seven or eight carriages, uniformly dressed in black clothes, swords and swords, and a flagpole was inserted in front of the procession, on which hung a banner with the word "Jiang" and tied with a black ribbon.

This row of noodles can only be found in big merchant families.

Song Che saw the black ribbon on the pole, his eyebrows couldn't help but sink, in the past in Huainan, the caravan that had an affair with the Japanese would tie the "yellow scarf" as a code, and now the "black belt" of this caravan will be the same?

"Let's go up and have a look."

Regardless of the nature of this caravan, going with them will be a fox and a tiger, and it will be able to solve a lot of trouble.

But it's not even closer.

"Choking ......"

The black-clad bodyguards in the caravan drew their swords in unison.

"Who are you! Dare to approach the Jiang family's caravan! A bearded swordsman scolded, presumably he was the leader of the group.

Song Che clasped his fists and saluted, explaining: "We are salt sellers from the west, and we are going to Dengzhou to do business. ”

"Heh......" The bearded man sneered: "The peddler's pawn can also call himself 'home'?" Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, if you're interested, get out of here, don't come to Jiang's house to beg for disgust! ”

Song Che smiled and said: "One more person, one more strength, my guys have also practiced, and they can't get close to three or five widows." ”

"Hahaha......" The bearded man laughed disdainfully: "Of the four people in your team, three of them are white-faced, what are you bragging?" No wonder I didn't remind you, if you go any further, there will be widows, if you don't want to die, go home quickly, otherwise you will be empty of people and money, and you will not be able to draw it. ”

Song Che sneered in his heart, but said verbally: "Since you don't want to go along, we won't bother." ”

"Wait a minute."

A greeting sounded in the carriage at the front of the caravan, and then, the curtain was lifted, and a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old poked his head out, he glanced at the goods in Song Che's team, and said bluntly:

"I want this cart of salt."