On March 3, 17th year of the Qianyuan calendar, the Jingzhe River, spring thunder sprouted, heavy rain poured, all things revived, vomiting the old and bringing the new.

There is an ancient poem saying: "When the Jingzhe Festival comes, it wakes up the dormant insects, and it wakes up the dormant winter insects." This means that only when the thunder of Jingzhe sounds and the spring rain falls, will it mean that late winter has completely passed and early spring has arrived.

In the Jingzhe City this year, a convoy under the banner of "Weiyuan Escort Agency" in Wogong City, Xiliangzhou, quietly set off in the heavy rain. Although the convoy under the banner of Weiyuan Escort Agency, the wagonists and escorts surrounding the convoy were all wearing straw raincoats and wearing Western swords. Although the number of people was less than a hundred, they secretly matched the formation while walking, and their eyes were sharp like snake-catching hawks. Even the heavy rain could not hide the sinister evil spirits of this group of people.

There are only four escort cars in this convoy, all of which are super large and spacious. These four escort cars are all the property of the Weiyuan Escort Agency. Since the establishment of the Weiyuan Escort Agency, these four escort cars have been used twice in nine years, and each time it is an important cargo of more than fifty taels of escorts. However, the wrenchers and escorts of the Weiyuan Escort Agency have only been 50 or sixty people. Before, there were at most twenty wrenchers and three or four escorts each time, which was the highest level. It was never seen that a team of people with a hundred people like today.

The third car in the Weiyuan Escort Agency's convoy is not much different from the other three cars in terms of appearance, but there are more wademen and escorts around them than the other three cars, and judging from their behavior, they are all the elite among the elites in this team.

In this spacious carriage, thick snow-white fox fur is laid on the bottom of the carriage, and a relatively thin fox fur hung above the four walls of the carriage. Under these warming measures, although winter has just passed, even if you wear a single dress, you don’t feel chill at all.

Gu Xianfo was wearing a snow-white coarse cloth single dress, leaning on the back wall of the carriage, holding a pot of ordinary rice wine in his hand. Since returning from Wulu Mountain, for some reason, he gave up the Hu Yuliang that he had used to drinking before and turned to drink the most popular rice wine that ordinary people like to drink.

He lifted the curtain and looked at the heavy rain outside. The fine raindrops and violent wind immediately rushed into the car. Gu Xianfo didn't care about the slight coolness at all. He leaned on the wall of the car. After staring at the heavy rain outside for a long time, he slowly closed the curtain again. From beginning to end, his expression did not change at all.

Outside the car window, the wind and rain are mixed, and the carriage is as warm as spring, as if there are two different worlds.

Gu Xianfo took the towel handed over by Hai Chan, carefully wiped the rain on his face and chest. After wiping it, he handed the towel to Hai Chan and said with a smile: "Every time it is time for Jingzhe, thunder is certain, but whether it rains depends on God's mood. This year's weather in Jingzhe is the most fierce day in the past 30 years. The old saying is that spring rain is as expensive as oil. Look at the rain today, the harvest of crops this year is not bad."

Hai Chan knelt in the carriage opposite Gu Xianfu. Her waist was slender, her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and her perky buttocks were placed on her calves, and she was squeezed into a round curve. She could not forget the feeling of being captivated by just a glance. Perhaps because only Gu Xianfu and Hai Chan were in this closed carriage, Hai Chan was only wearing a red silk dress at this time. Because of her kneeling, a snow-white and delicate majestic scenery appeared on her chest. Even Gu Xianfu, who was "in a hundred battles", was slightly dazzling when facing this rare and moving scenery in the world.

Hai Chan knelt down in place, slightly bowed to take the towel handed over by Gu Xianfo, wrung it out carefully, put it away with the other towels, and prepared to wash it together when getting off the car. After carefully putting the towel away, Hai Chan sat up straight again, with a solemn expression and a beautiful voice: "Young Master, you originally wanted to go to Wuzhong City in person, but I didn't agree. Now your identity is not as good as before. Xiliang can have no one, but you can't lose your backbone. Now there is undercurrents in Chang'an City. If the news of your departure from Chang'an is spread, the consequences will definitely be unimaginable. If the three forces in Chang'an City are mixed together, then the pressure of our Gu family secret shadow will probably be extraordinary."

Gu Xianfo couldn't stand Hai Chan's serious appearance. Although Hai Chan was obedient to her everyday, if Hai Chan really became serious, Gu Xianfo was still a little scared. He smiled and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of? It's only a 400-mile journey along the way, and most of them are on the official road. Besides, isn't Hai Chan still there, you are by my side? Having Hai Chan by my side can't beat the shadow?"

Hai Chan's face was still solemn and solemn, and he said word by word: "I must be by the young master, but since the battle at Yumen Pass, my maid's vitality has not yet recovered. If I really start to fight, even if I try my best, it will be blocked at most for a moment. If the court can persuade the young master from Beiyuan to come here with the dragon cavalry and tiger bent Jinwu, then..."

Hai Chan didn't say the last words, but Gu Xianfo knew what she was going to say when he looked at her face. He looked a little serious. He reached out and pinched Hai Chan's broken face and said carefully: "Don't worry, Hai Chan, even if I don't help, it's not my turn to Hai Chan to fight to the death. I insisted on going to Wuzhong City this time. First, the iron ore there is really too important. We in Xiliang are really short of iron ore now. How many soldiers are wearing paper armor and fighting bloody battles on the front line, so I am sure to win this iron ore, and I don't feel at ease to go to others. This is the first reason. Second, my father buried a secret move in Wuzhong City a few years ago. This secret move is too important and must be activated by me."

Gu Xianfo looked up and drank a small sip of yellow wine, with a slightly fierce expression: "As for this third reason, Ru Haichan, you just said, there is undercurrents in Chang'an City, but it is still not revealed. The firewood has arrived and the heat has not yet arrived, so I will add another fire to it. The reason why ghosts and monsters are annoying is that these pickled things are hiding in the dark silently. If these things are exposed to the sun, they will be like bed bugs and worthless."

Hai Chan was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head slowly and said, "Young Master, this matter is still too risky. If you want to fish, the amount of bait is enough, but the fishing rod and hook may not be able to withstand this amount."

Gu Xianfo looked up and took another sip of rice wine, looking calm: "Young people nowadays like to chase the wind and waves, but they don't know that the real danger is hidden in the deep sea under the wind and waves."

After putting down the wine pot, Gu Xianfo continued calmly: "It's not that I don't understand this principle, but that it's the real danger, not them, but me."
Chapter completed!