When Chu Mo walked out of the post station, the old man had already finished wrapping the coil, changed to a good horse, and led the carriage to the road.

The sky was still gray, but a faint sunset was already faintly dyed in the west. The old man stepped forward respectfully and said to Chu Mo: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I asked Ah Hai to clean up the corpse, without further ado, let's hurry up and leave." The border will be closed in another hour. ”

Chu Mo nodded, got into the carriage, and asked before leaving, "What is your name and what position?"

The old man smiled, sat in the coachman's position, and said: "Back to Your Highness, the little one is called Sun Sheng, just doing miscellaneous work in the palace, and he has no ability, but fortunately he was appreciated by the National Teacher, and asked me to stay here and wait for His Highness to send him." ”

A moment later, with a shout, the carriage slowly drove onto the official road and headed in the direction of Korea.

On the way, Chu Mo inadvertently took out the poetry book that Zhang Shiyao handed him before leaving, and when he flipped it slightly, a poem written in beautiful small block letters caught his eye.

The iron halberd of the male army crossed the Spring River, and the hundred horsemen marched to the sky.

The black clouds are brave and brave, and they are coquettish single-handedly.

Chu Mo silently recited it in his heart, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chunjiang is the Liaohe River in the poetry of the literati, Chen Chen led more than 100 heavy iron horsemen to the north to break into the country of Dayue alone, but unexpectedly fell into an ambush, was surrounded by tens of thousands of Dayue soldiers in three ways, and was trapped more than 20 miles outside Hanzhou. Just when the Great Moon Kingdom thought that he could capture Chen Chen, he broke through the siege overnight, rushed into the encirclement, single-handedly beheaded the admiral of the Great Moon Kingdom, and broke the camp of the Great Moon Kingdom. After that, he did not retreat, and only took more than 100 heavy iron horsemen to kill all the way to the gate of Hanzhou, opening up the supply line from Chu to Dayue Kingdom. In less than two months later, the city of Hanzhou was broken, and the 100,000 heavy iron cavalry of Dachu killed the Great Moon Kingdom, and the enemy army was frightened and began to retreat in defeat. Chen Chen is also famous all over the world because of this war, and there are countless admirers.

But now, the state of Chu is dead, and in such a high-pressure situation, he still secretly writes poems praising the Chu army, even if his father is a native of the Chu country, if he is denounced, he will be exiled according to the crime of collusion at the least.

Chu Mo shook his head helplessly, although Zhang Shiyao is a little literate, but the meaning between the lines is absolutely eliminated by the current Wu National Examination venue.

Thinking of this, Chu Mo collected the poems, solemnly put them in his arms, looked at the receding woods outside the carriage, and his thoughts involuntarily flew away.

The first stop of Chu's invasion of Dayue was Hanzhou, and after more than a year, the monarch of Dayue Kingdom bowed down to Dachu, no longer resisted, paid a large amount of tribute every year, and even sent Princess Aqiao to Chu as the object of marriage. But it was also the Great Moon Kingdom, when his younger brother Chu Liusheng fled, he intercepted the convoy, intending to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

When Princess Aqiao came to Chu State, Chu Mo was still young, but she vaguely remembered her appearance of being about twenty years old, delicate, pale, and very restrained about everything in Chu State, even if she treated her subordinates, she was timid, as if she was like a lowly slave. At that time, Chu Mo still felt a little funny, why was this woman so timid. But later, he found out that Princess Aqiao already knew his fate when she first came to Chu. At that time, the Great Moon State had the most complete scripture library in the whole world-the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the King of Chu tortured her in order to learn the whereabouts of the scriptures of the secret art of time from her mouth, coercing and seducing. Chu Mo remembered that Princess Aqiao was a woman with a kind character and a gentle personality, but she was ordered by the king of Chu to cut off her hands and feet and become a human being, so as to threaten the Great Moon Kingdom. At that time, the royal family of the Great Moon Kingdom dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so they had to let Princess Aqiao be tortured.

Chu Mo sighed faintly, the last time he saw Princess Aqiao, she was put into an iron bucket, and the iron bucket was sealed around, leaving only a small hole the size of a fist to breathe, and people could only curl up inside. Seeing this scene, Chu Mo couldn't help but be a little frightened, he saw Princess Aqiao's familiar eyes through that small hole, such a delicate woman looked at him with a look full of pain and despair, which made him feel a chill in his heart, until now, he still remembers that look.

After the king of Chu cut off Princess Aqiao's hands and feet, he ordered someone to stop her bleeding and bandage, and even used refreshing Zhangcao to keep her sane awake. Then he ordered someone to send it to the palace of the Great Moon Kingdom, and in front of a group of important ministers, he roasted the iron bucket with fire. Chu Mo was on the side to witness it with his own eyes, the iron bucket was roasted red, and Princess Aqiao's tongue inside was pulled out, and he could only make a faint moan with all his might. On the opposite side of Chu Mo, a young man of his age looked at this scene, his face distorted by hatred, and his fists clenched. The ministers of the Great Moon Kingdom in the entire hall covered their faces with their hands, and they couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Later, he learned that the boy who was planted with the seed of revenge was the seventh on the current list of swordsmen in the world, Ye Buliu.

On that day, Princess Aqiao died in an iron bucket, and the smell of it smoked a bunch of old ministers. Under the threat of marriage again from the State of Chu, the Great Moon Kingdom finally gave in, opened the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and let it be chosen.

Chu Mo quietly recalled in the carriage, feeling a little depressed in his heart, so he closed his eyes.

The carriage drove through the winding path and entered the territory of Korea under the night that was about to cover the sky.

South Korea is located in the northeast, with a vast land and abundant resources. There are several chaebols scattered in this country, each of which is as rich as the rest of the country. Here, the power and power of the chaebol even surpass that of the imperial court, and they can have a place in political affairs, and even the election of important ministers is controlled by the chaebol behind the scenes.

Each country has its own characteristics, for South Korea, Chu Mo is also the first time to visit, as for his original identity, he also knows very little, but from the national teacher learned that the ancestor of the Ouyang family is just a small self-made workshop, step by step to grow into one of the chaebols that cannot be ignored in South Korea. But Chu Mo doesn't like how prominent his identity is, for him, being able to hide in the world is the most advantageous identity.

Now, he has not connected with the Chu forces in South Korea, and the only person he can trust at this moment is Sun Sheng, who is his chauffeur at this time. And Sun Sheng looks like an ordinary old man, with no skills, if he encounters tricky trouble, he can only deal with it personally.

I don't know how long it took, but night fell in a hurry.

The carriage drove up the winding path to the official road, and in about half an hour, it would reach Namju, the closest to the Korean border, amid the sound of frogs chirping in unison.

Chu Mo flipped out the invitation card sent by the Ouyang family in the carriage, and reviewed the contents of it in the hazy moonlight.

"In three days, the Ouyang family will have a banquet...... "Chu Mo muttered, "There is still some time. ”

The second day of the seventh month of the Wu calendar.

Taizhou.

Luqiao Town.

After several days of drizzle, the gray sky finally showed a corner and let in the long-lost sun. The fields were still wet, and the potholes on the bluestone steps shimmered in the sunlight. The crooked-necked tree next to the hut seems to have regained a bit of life, the buds on the branches swaying gently with the breeze, the birds fluttering their wings on the branches, and the noise comes and goes.

Yan Wuchang was sitting at the door of the hut, like an informal farmer. He had a slender pipe in his hand, straw sandals on his feet stained with mud, and his shirt had a few more frayed chips. He leisurely looked at the green fields, taking advantage of the cold, and there were still some blood stains on the ground in front of him that were not easy to erase.

Liu Xiaoxiao squatted on the kang in the hut, and what she had been through in recent times had made her nervous break down a little. She looked nervously at the strange man guarding the door, and for some reason, since that day he had taken the ledger from her hand, he had come back as if nothing had happened. She didn't dare to disobey Yan Wuchang's order out of fear, and Niu Lian braved the rain to push the bodies of the hunters into the field, but the next day the corpses disappeared for some reason, as if nothing had happened. These days, he seems to be accustomed to his existence, going out every day to prepare porridge and rice for the two of them, and he doesn't say a word to her, nor does he do anything to hurt her, as if he is waiting for something.

But following this demon, Liu Xiaoxiao still felt that her days were like years, and these inexplicable things that befell her made her sleepless at night. The kang in the thatched hut was not big, and Yan Wuchang let the two of them sleep on the kang, while he leaned against the corner of the wall and fell asleep peacefully.

Niu Lian was not unnatural, she was infected by Liu Xiaoxiao's emotions, she also stayed away from Yan Wuchang at first, but after a few days, she fluttered generously in the hut, but Yan Wuchang also turned a blind eye to her.

Yan Wuchang looked at the field leisurely, and as soon as he put the dry tobacco to his mouth, Niu Lian took a brisk step, lifted the hat on his head, and put it on his little head.

Yan Wuchang turned her head, a puff of smoke sprayed on her face, squinted her eyes and said, "Little brat, what are you doing robbing me of my hat?"

Niu Lian shook her head in disgust, dispersed the smoke, and said confidently: "I'll go pick some flowers for my Sanniang, you don't need it, what's wrong with borrowing it?"

With that, she rolled her eyes at Yan Wuchang, took small steps, and ran up and down.

"Wimpy kid...... Sooner or later, I will pull you to feed the fish......" Yan Wuchang whispered to her back, then took a puff of the dry tobacco in his hand, and slowly spit it out, like a full old smoking gun.

Liu Xiaoxiao sat alone in the hut, listening to the conversation between the two, without saying a word, and buried her head between her knees.

It was almost noon, and the weather became hot and dry, and the ground outside the hut was gradually dried and roasted. The peasants who went to the fields outside came back in twos and threes, and occasionally someone passed by the thatched hut and greeted Yan Wuchang loudly, and Yan Wuchang also responded with a smile, like a simple boy who was harmless to himself and animals.

At this moment, from the path in the field, a man dressed in black walked up, looking out of place with the surrounding environment. His face was pale and his expression was cold, and he walked towards the hut with stiff steps.

Yan Wuchang narrowed his eyes, looked at the person who came, then patted his ass and stood up, and inserted the pipe back into his waist.

The man looked at him, walked up to him, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "I've seen the prince." ”

Yan Wuchang tugged at the corners of his mouth, showed a stiff smile, and asked, "Why are you here? The old man of the Tianshu Pavilion sent by King Yan to you?"

The man let out a deep voice and said to him: "Back to the prince, the pavilion lord has gone to Hangzhou, and the account book has been safely sent back to Yan Kingdom, so the prince doesn't need to worry too much." ”

Yan Wuchang listened, sneered, and said, "." I helped Tianshu Pavilion wipe his ass, and they were fine, and they left without letting out a single fart. ”

The man ignored his complaints, and continued: "Lord Wang, Tianshu Pavilion has presented a document to King Yan, which may be helpful to the mission of Skynet, and King Yan specially asked me to inform Lord Wang. ”

"Those pieces of waste from the Tianshu Pavilion are still here to take care of my Skynet?" Yan Wuchang's expression was a little incredulous, and he said to the man, "What's the matter?"

The man paused for a moment and said, "Tianshu Pavilion, it may have been mixed into the remnants of the Chu State, and that person is very likely to be the prince of the Chu State that Skynet has been pursuing-Chu Mo. ”