Yaofu was originally a Shengyi wang clan, and it was ascended to the sky because of King Wei's biological mother, Empress Dowager Yao. If King Wei wants to escape from Shengyi, he must bring his mother clan with him, but the Yao family usually goes in and out of the mansion in a special carriage, which is large and luxurious, and there are eye-catching marks on the body.

In normal times, the luxury carriage is, of course, a symbol of eminence. But if you want to evacuate quietly, this kind of carriage will naturally not be used anymore. The incident happened suddenly, where did Yao Fu find dozens of civilian carriages?

Of course, there are only cars and horses in the market.

The traffic around is very noisy, and the two tables on the side are empty, so the two of them can talk with peace of mind. Yan Saburo asked for the fifth bowl of sweet bean curd: "Can you get us into the team?"

This is where the requirements come in. A child, a woman, are not young and middle-aged laborers, how can the convoy of Yao Mansion let them follow?

"What's so difficult about this?" He Xiaoyuan smiled, "It's done." Tomorrow will leave early in the morning. ”

Yan Saburo was rarely curious: "What identity has been arranged for us?"

He Xiaoyuan pointed to himself: "Doctor." Pointing at the boy again, "Medicine maid." ”

She was triumphant: "Our people have been working here for four years, and they will soon be promoted to the treasurer." He said that I was the doctor accompanying the convoy and had been doing it for many years, and the three managers of Yao Mansion were too anxious, so they nodded when they didn't see me, and then paid the deposit and left. ”

Yan Saburo couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Wonderful!"

Many caravans' carriages traveled north and south, rain, snow, floods, robberies, diseases, local disputes, and any emergencies on the road could be encountered. As long as it is a formal chamber of commerce or a carriage and horse dealership, there are doctors who have fixed cooperation.

This is the norm in the industry, and the Yao family is also willing to have multiple doctors just in case. Besides, Yao Mansion must be so busy now, how can it be carefully assessed and screened as usual?

If you make a mistake in your busyness, that's what you're talking about.

What's more, this fake identity is too suitable for the two of them. The poisoner must be a pharmacist, He Xiaoyuan's ability to use medicine, ordinary doctors can't catch up; Yan Saburo is familiar with pharmacology, there is no problem in giving her a shot, and even if he carries a box behind him, it will not arouse suspicion.

It is not easy to get his praise, He Xiaoyuan smiled and was about to speak, when a few small white shadows suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the ground outside the shop.

Pedestrians thought it was a snowflake at first, but when they looked closely, it was actually a small note.

The notes are stacked, less than half the length of the tail finger, if there are only one or two, I am afraid that people will ignore them, but this time there are dozens of them falling from the sky, falling everywhere with the wind, on the roof, on the ground, on the eaves, and even through the window, falling into people's dining tables and steaming drawers......

Yan Saburo picked up a note and spread it out, which read:

His Royal Highness King Yongyu of Zhenbei Hou returns to the capital to fight evil!

When he looked up again, a flock of birds in the sky was hula-la-la, and everyone below could hear their wings flapping.

He said in a low voice: "It turns out that there are still aliens under the Hou of Zhenbei who can drive birds. ”

In the early winter, these birds retreat back to the mountains and forests to escape the bitter cold, if they are not instructed by others, how can they fly into Shengyi against their nature and spread such a note?

And the two of them looked at it from afar, such a large flock of birds hovered above Shengyi, countless, and I don't know how many notes were delivered.

He Xiaoyuan snorted lightly: "The chicken thief spares his life again!"

Using birds to deliver is safer and safer than sending messages by hand, at least Xuanlongwei and the city defense army can't stop these winged little spies.

Pedestrians on the road, both adults and children, picked up the note.

The black and white words are particularly impactful.

When the literate man opened it out, the expression on his face changed from curiosity to shock, and a circle of people immediately appeared around him and asked, "Tell me, say quickly, what's written on it?"

Although Shengyi is large, the flocks of black and oppressive birds rise and fall one after another, and the notes are sprinkled to all corners of the capital.

This is a short sentence above, and the amount of information is really a bit large. Those who saw and heard couldn't help but exclaim.

Is the little prince, who was officially announced dead two years ago, really alive?

And the Marquis of Zhenbei wants to take him back to Shengyi to "fight evil"!

Who is the "evil"? The people are not stupid, and they immediately think of the Liao family, which took the lead in the rebellion a while ago, and the banner they raised is also Kuang Fu Yuwang.

If the little prince is really still in the world, is the Liao family greatly wronged?

Is the resurrection of the little prince involved in more earth-shattering conspiracies?

The Liao family, the Marquis of Zhenbei and Wang Ting, which side is lying?

The people's keen sense of smell immediately smelled the smell of conspiracy, dog blood, vendettas, and roommate fights from these dozen or so words.

The smell is really, incomparably fragrant!

The crowd on the ground quickly gathered, and the buzz soon became loud.

The white cat also opened the lid of the bookcase, and probed out to see the excitement, and then smiled: "The royal court didn't have time to inform the civilians that the war was approaching, and the trick of the Marquis of Zhenbei was really poisonous." ”

Han Zhao took the lead and handed out a note before the royal court announced that Shengyi was in a state of war, spreading the news of King Yu's imminent return. People have preconceived notions, and no matter how hard Wei Ting tries to refute the rumors, I'm afraid the effect will not be good.

"The one who wants the same wins. Yan Saburo said softly, "King Wei has lost the opportunity. ”

As soon as Han Zhao made such a move, the hearts of the people and the army were immediately shaken. And the enemy will soon be in the city, how can Wei Ting have the time and energy to pacify?

Yan Saburo stroked his chin, and from here, he could also see Han Zhao's consistent thinking towards the enemy: to find ways to reduce his own casualties and exchange victory for the minimum cost.

At this time, the city defense army was dispatched and scattered the birds in all directions.

But they have limited manpower, and the birds in the east are coaxed into the sky and choose to go to the west to fall, anyway, they will die in Shengyi and not leave. In fact, the official also knows that the person who controls the flock of birds must be in the city, but Shengyi is so big, trying to find him is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

The white cat stared at the birds in the sky and stared at it in concentration, smacking its mouth from time to time.

Yan Saburo scratched its chin: "Want to eat?"

Qianqian wanted to. Chitose didn't have the anger to clarify, "Go back and learn the bird taming technique of that strange man, and in the future, Qianqian will have birds to eat every day." ”

Yes, his white cat is already secretly cultivating, a little bit of Taoism, right?

The flock of birds in the sky finally dispersed, not driven away by the city defense army, but their communication mission had been completed, and the note was sprinkled to almost every corner of Shengyi.

The discussion in the market has become more enthusiastic.

"Go back and pack your things. Yan Saburo said to He Xiaoyuan, "It seems that Dr. He's itinerary is going to be advanced." ”

"You go first. He Xiaoyuan clapped her hands, "I still have to send someone out of the city." ”

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