The young man shouted, "In this direction, if you kill me, I won't be able to go any other way! Why can't you catch up, the horses of those three are also running fast!"

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Han Zhao turned his gaze to a sugar maple tree in front of him. There are few big trees in the wilderness, and this one is especially conspicuous at nearly five feet tall.

His gaze froze, and then he pinched the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his left hand, and a small cluster of real fire appeared on his fingertips, bright and dazzling.

When the sugar maple tree enters late autumn, its leaves turn golden red, and just a little light reflects its brilliance. However, what attracted Han Zhao the most was not the sugar maple itself, but a large scratch on the trunk.

Naughty boy graffiti, that is, scribbling on the tree, but this tree has been stripped of half a circle of palm-wide bark, no wonder Han Zhao can still see it at a glance in the dark.

The bark of the tree had been peeled away, revealing a large arrow carved with a sharp object.

When others draw arrows, they are just three simple strokes. The person who left the mark has a personality, and adds a few more strokes, drawing an arrow in the shape of a fish bone, and a fish tail attached to it, which is very abstract but also very vivid.

The fish head, that is, the arrow points due north!

Han Zhao dismounted, stretched out his fingers and followed the strokes of the fishbone arrow, as if he was groaning.

Yan Saburo lowered his eyes and behaved very well-behaved, but he hid the flicker of his gaze.

Han Zhao's subordinates waited for a while, but they didn't see him make the next move, so they had to speak: "Master Hou?"

Only then did he come back to his senses and subconsciously sucked his fingers. The sugar maple juice is high in sugar, which has attracted small nocturnal insects to gather.

Sweet.

Then he turned over and got on his horse again, pointed at Yan Saburo and said, "The direction is correct, you can go." ”

Yan Saburo was overjoyed, turned the horse's head and flew away. With Han Zhao's order, his subordinates would not stop him, but just rushed to the north with Han Zhao.

The two sides turned against each other, and the three of them only heard the sound of the horses' hooves, and soon disappeared into the distance.

The subordinate couldn't help but ask, "Master Hou, who left the mark on the tree?"

"An old man. Han Zhao buried his head in riding the horse, but he knew in his heart that it was a mark left by He Xiaokite. This little junior sister is ingenious and arrogant, and she has to be different from others in small things, even if it is just to guide the way and make a mark, she must draw the mark with fun and characteristics.

When he was a teenager, he had seen this mark more than once, and He Xiaoyuan asked him proudly: "How is my painting skill compared to Senior Sister Zhong Lingyun Zhong?"

That scene is vivid, as if it happened in the last moment, and the fishbone arrow in front of me has smooth brushwork, and it is obvious that the author has drawn it countless times.

If it's not He Xiaokite, who else will it be?

Han Zhao didn't know what it was like in his heart. He deliberately avoided He Xiaoyuan and did not return to Shengyi with her, because he didn't want this matter to become more complicated.

Who knew that fate made people, at such a critical juncture, he would inevitably get involved with her again.

There is no doubt that she is also tracking the little prince. This little junior sister is well-informed, which makes Han Zhao also deeply admire.

When He Xiaoyuan saw him, he probably would be mad, right?

It would be nice if there was no gap as wide as Fenglai Mountain between the two of them. Han Zhao smiled silently and bitterly, but he was at the forefront, and no one else could see it.

However, there is one more problem here:

He Xiaoyuan will not stop to make a mark for no reason, and her time is precious.

So, to whom is this mark left?

Not for him, of course, but for the people, for her reinforcements. In other words, he has a competitor.

That's why he cut off He Xiaokite's mark.

Han Zhao's face was slightly gloomy, and he suddenly remembered the horse-robbing boy who had just let go.

The kid slipped away so fast, as if there was a dragon chasing him.

He committed a felony by stealing the horses of the inn, and it was indeed the best policy. But Han Zhao took one last look at his back, and suddenly felt that this person seemed familiar.

Where did you get your face?

He thought back to this young man, he did have clear facial features and could be called handsome, but his eyes flickered, and he lowered his head when he occasionally looked at him, and never dared to look directly at Zhenbei Hou.

's cowering demeanor reduced a lot of points, and it also made the dignified town Beihou not take this person to heart.

There are many good men in the army, and this is the most despised.

Han Zhao frowned. If the two had met before, on what occasion? If the boy recognized him as the Marquis of Zhenbei, it would be a potential trouble.

......

Han Zhao kept his promise and didn't trouble Yan Saburo.

After the three of them disappeared, Yan Saburo exhaled softly and put a heart back in its place.

The prestige cultivated by the Hou of Zhenbei in the army for a long time is extremely great, and anyone who faces him can feel a strong sense of oppression.

Chitose looked down on him like a coward: "What are you afraid of, I'm here!"

Yan Saburo had already put away Fang Cai's timidity and returned to his usual expressionless face: "Do you want to fight with Han Zhao?"

He is very smart, and he doesn't ask if Chitose can beat Han Zhao.

She snorted, but stopped laughing at him. At this time, fighting with Han Zhao is indeed harmful and not beneficial, and besides, her willingness is too precious to be wasted in boring battles.

But this kid can really pretend and really endure it!

He is now pretending to be a dragon like a dragon, a tiger like a tiger, and a mouse like a man who can make holes. Look at his cowering demeanor, frightened eyes, and even the knife is held awkwardly.

Even this kind of detail can be paid attention to, Chitose has always doubted him, did he secretly learn acting from Su Yuyan?

Anyway, before they left Cloud City, Su Yuyan seemed to have simply come to Yan Sanlang, was there any opportunity to teach him at that time? Asura turned into red smoke, sat on the horse's stock, and stretched: "Why did you show him the way?"

This night, Xiao San was busy riding a horse and galloping, and she didn't have a chance to come out to stretch her muscles.

"I changed my mind. Yan Saburo urged the horse to let go of his hooves again, and he didn't look back, "Since the Marquis of Zhenbei is also here for the little prince, we might as well help him." After a pause, he said, "With him to make a move, the people of the official family are better to deal with." ”

"Do you want to drive the tiger and devour the wolf?" Chitose smiled, "I also said that Han Zhao had a sharp eye, but he didn't recognize you." ”

"Luckily. "The last time I met Han Zhao in Qingling City, Yan Saburo disguised himself as a small soldier and wore a helmet, and his face was blackened after the battle, and there were several blood stains on his head, which was better than the effect of camouflage.

Han Zhao didn't know how many soldiers he saw every day, and although Yan Saburo deepened his impression by slapping Tai's father-in-law, Han Zhao didn't take him to heart. After more than ten days of not seeing each other, this time Yan Saburo also washed his head and changed his clothes, and even his expression became cringe, thinking that Han Zhao would not associate him with the little soldier who cured Taigong's hysteria for a while.