The breath of spring is pleasant, and birds and animals are everywhere, making people feel full of life.

The speed of the long convoy was neither fast nor slow, and was followed by spare carts, oxen and horses. It was so luxurious that people were speechless.

Zhang Jing chatted with Nian Ziyue in the carriage for a while, and finally couldn't help but get out of the carriage and went to look for heavy goods again.

"Are the people you are looking for reliable?"

Zhong Zhong looked quite leisurely and said, "They have prepared two to three hundred horses."

Zhang Jing gritted her teeth and said: "The envoy is accompanied by two hundred horses, you are crazy!"

"Firstly, the rebels came along a small path. It was not easy to supply food and grass along the way, and they had to be wary of being discovered by the Tang army, so the number of them could not be too large. Secondly, the Tang army in Chang'an looked mighty, but I tried, they were just guard dogs! "

"Have you tried it? When?"

He smiled heavily and said contemptuously: "The night before departure, five people from the Jinwu Guard died."

"How many people did you bring?"

"I alone can kill with ease, as if I were taking a leisurely stroll in a garden..."

"Are the guards of the Tang Dynasty so weak?"

"It's been like this for a long time." He said with a heavy sneer: "Li Mi only knows how to hide in the palace and hang out with his daughter-in-law, but he has good methods and can check and balance the court. But what a country cares about is not only the check and balance of the court, but also the army! "

"The military system of the Tang Dynasty has collapsed, and the only ones who can fight are the border troops. Those rebels are also capable of fighting against the border troops. Two or three hundred versus two hundred can be easily defeated."

Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, "It's best to save Yang Xuan's life."

"What are you worried about? The Tang Dynasty is angry? But those who attacked them are rebels, what does it have to do with us?"

"I'm not worried about that."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about the princess."

"What's the meaning?"

"The deputy envoy Qin Jian went to test the princess many times along the way, but the princess always refused to see him. But Yang Xuan just showed up, but the princess condescended to get off the carriage and talk to him. If he died, the princess would probably sad."

"A woman's sadness can last for a while. Once she has a consort, other men will naturally forget about it."

"I'm afraid you have some misunderstandings about women."

heavy:"……"

"ah!"

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the front.

He flew heavily on his horse and shouted: "Protect the princess!"

But the carriage has slowly passed the corner.

Jade hands opened the car curtain, and those bright eyes full of spiritual energy looked over curiously.

There were more than ten men hanging on the big tree beside the road.

The men all lowered their heads and could not see their faces clearly.

The spring breeze blew, and the corpse swayed gently in the wind, just like the puppets Nian Ziyue saw in the palace when he was a child.

Bright eyes turned around blankly, and on the roadside ahead, corpses were piled up like a hill.

The car curtain slid down, and the sound of a body leaning heavily against the car came from inside.

Zhang Jing covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes widened, and said in disbelief: "They are all dead!"

She looked heavy and said, "This is the rebel you are talking about? A rebel more elite than the guards of Chang'an?"

Zhan Zhan looked solemn and said, "Those two hundred riders must be unusual. I underestimated them."

"You made a big mistake!" Zhang Jing said in a low voice: "If you miss this time, it will be difficult to attack again. When the mission arrives in the country, it will become a tool for the fight between the two factions. If not, it will Something big will happen!"

He took a deep breath and said, "Take the people to protect the princess and move slowly."

Zhang Jing asked: "Where are you going?"

Zhong said: "The rebels and us seem to be cooperating, but both sides are afraid of each other. They must have people behind them to support them, and they must kill them all."

"Why?"

"Let the rebel leaders not know the details, otherwise they will ask for money and food and soldiers. The Southern Zhou Dynasty is not short of money and food, but we cannot condone their greed, otherwise it will be a bottomless pit."

"How many people are you taking?"

"Ten people!"

"careful!"

He led the people behind the convoy, and after the convoy had gone away, he rode towards the mountain road.

A corpse was hung on a tree, and a heavy horse rode past, waving a long knife.

The body fell to the ground, but the head was still hanging on the noose. He opened his mouth and rushed into the mountain road with a pair of dull eyes.

Ta-ta-ta!

The horses' hooves beat on the mountain road as fast as thunder.

After entering the mountain road for only five miles, I saw dozens of riders resting in a mountain nest.

"Who?" Someone heard the voice and looked up.

He raised the knife heavily: "Kill them all!"

He rushed forward first.

His subordinates followed him and took out their bows and arrows.

"Fire the arrow!"

Arrows are flying.

Amid the miserable howls, the rebels tried to flee.

Eleven people flashed, catching up and killing each other one by one.

When the last rebel falls, he sheathes his sword.

"Last hit!"

Ten people came forward.

The long knife kept hacking at the vital parts of the corpse.

A corpse suddenly bounced up, and there was a person hidden underneath.

"kill!"

Two long knives blocked the man's escape space.

The rebels fell, "You are... Southern Zhou people!"

The long knife cut his throat, his trachea made a hissing sound, blood rushed in, and was immediately rushed out by the gas.

…

Yang Xuan led the envoy and approached a small town according to the itinerary.

"There are not that many houses." The local official looked apologetic.

"A tent is fine." When I get here, I want to live in the city every day, with a spacious house, delicious food, and bathing... These are all impossible.

The sergeants looked for a place to camp, and Yang Xuan and several officials got a small house.

After taking a bath, Qin Jian was waiting outside.

"I have been thinking about this raid for a long time. How the rebels got our information, I can't figure it out."

"I can't figure it out either." But Yang Xuan knew that the goal of his group was too big. "The rebels are in a bad situation recently. They are desperately trying to restore their momentum. They dare not fight with the southern Xinjiang army. If they can destroy the mission, the rebels will It will boost morale from top to bottom.”

"Yes." Cheng Ran came out, "Yang Zhengshi took a bath? Where is the water?"

"Well water." Yang Xuan wiped his hair with a cloth.

Qin Jian and Cheng Ran looked at him enviously.

Young people are full of firepower.

Cheng Ran said: "But you have to be careful about the wind. Let's go inside and talk."

The three of them entered the room.

"Yang Zhengshi didn't let anyone notify the Southern Zhou convoy earlier because he was suspicious..." Cheng Ran is indeed an old ghost. Just after thinking about it, he figured out some of Yang Xuan's mentality.

"The rebels are backed by the Southern Zhou Dynasty. Regardless of whether they knew about it or participated in it, leaving those corpses is a warning." Yang Xuan wiped his hair. The old thief came over to help, but he shook his head.

When the old thief went out, Wang Laoer muttered: "Mr. Lang likes women to wipe his hair."

The local officials sent a clerk named Sanyu to receive him. Of course, one person was not enough, so Sanyu brought more than ten men and women to help.

Most of the women worked in the kitchen, cooking for the mission. The men helped by sweeping or cleaning the room.
To be continued...