Chapter 148: The Tang Mission that arrived before Shangyuan
Su Lu threw a pile of letters on the table with a look of disgust, and directed Niba to push himself out.
"Please help me look at it."
This letter made Su Lu a little anxious, but he still didn't read it.
Li Qing opened the letter, carefully picked up the two squashed rabbits, and flattened his mouth, his cheeks full of unhappiness.
Su Lu didn't even notice the two rabbits. Really, didn't he know that two rabbits travel together? Really, it was a waste of time to create little rabbits that someone had worked so hard to create.
Su Lu came out of the house and saw Xiaosi standing in the yard with an angry look on his face, holding a spear that was taller than her. When he saw the two people coming out, Xiaosi grabbed his hand and pointed at Muba.
"You don't know how high the sky is, how dare you fight me?"
Niba was so angry that he pushed Su Lu's scooter away and was about to confront Xiaosi, but suddenly he came to his senses and asked Su Lu thoughtfully.
"Sir, shall I have a fight with Xiaosi?"
Su Lu gave Xiaoniba a slap on the head, scolded her and said:
"Are you mentally retarded? When a girl gets angry, just go and calm her down. What good will you get if you win?"
Li Qing, who followed behind, had flushed cheeks when he heard this, and looked at Su Lu's back with resentment. You scolded your servant so vigorously, but you didn't understand why it happened to you.
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At night, on the official road ten kilometers south of Yanjing City, a group of carriages and horses were moving forward rapidly.
"Click"
The axle of a car in the middle of the convoy broke, the carriage tilted to one side, and the horse neighed and was dragged to the ground.
"ah"
"Protect your lord"
"Protect your lord"
A scream came from the carriage.
The guards on horseback all around rushed over. When they saw the situation clearly, more than a dozen guards used their strength at the same time to lift the car.
Xie Ruyu, with his hair tied up in a jade crown, jumped out of the car. His long white brocade dress became more and more conspicuous in the dark night, making him handsome, handsome and graceful.
"Fourth sister, the axle is broken, please come down."
Xie Ruyu stroked her chest and said with a little retching.
This time, in order to arrive in Yanjing, Han State, before the Lantern Festival, Xie Ruyu's motorcade was traveling very fast, and he felt retching due to the bumps.
The woman called Fourth Sister, with long hair shawl, a crested hairpin on her head, and a gauze covering her face, got out of the carriage and complained:
"The official conduct of the Han Dynasty is really bad. I really don't know how the great poet Su Lu followed such an official conduct.
Let’s add another article to our credentials later: We must let the Han Dynasty revamp its official system, otherwise it will not be easy even to see Su Su’s poets.”
Xie Ruyu squinted his eyes and looked around, then pointed at the thatched cottage not far from the official road.
"We're not leaving. We'll stay in this Maodian tonight so that, Fourth Sister, you can also experience the sound of chickens and the moonlight in that Maodian."
The woman whom Xie Ruyu called Fourth Sister originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing the sound of chickens and the moonlight, her words changed instantly:
"Okay, I just want to experience it and feel the atmosphere in the Su family's poems. There is no such opportunity in the palace."
The convoy entered the small shop, and the informant and the waiter were pulled out of the bed by the guards. They muttered angrily to the group of people and assigned rooms to the group. Their faces were full of displeasure.
"What time is it already? Why don't you come to stay?"
General Wei's beard stood straight up like a steel needle. Hearing this, he glared at the shopkeeper and the waiter.
The two of them shriveled up in an instant, their buttocks trembling, looking like they might fall down at any moment.
"Hurry up and assign a room. I want to go to the room."
General Wei snorted coldly and found a seat in the hall to sit down.
The shopkeeper suffered a loss once and knew that these people were ruthless people, especially the bearded man, who was difficult to deal with, so he didn't even dare to complain.
After the busyness, the shop became quiet.
Xie Ruyu and the fourth sister were resting in the same room. The fourth sister was holding a scroll of rice paper and seemed a little excited. She lay on her side on the pillow and asked Xie Ruyu:
"The day after tomorrow, no, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. We finally arrived in Yanjing before the festival, and we can finally see the Su family writing poems with our own eyes."
After talking for a while, the fourth sister suddenly reacted.
"Ruyu, will Mr. Su not write poems tomorrow? You are familiar with Mr. Su. Do you think Mr. Su will be able to write poems tomorrow given his temperament? He didn't write any during the New Year.
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Xie Ruyu lay down on the bed:
"Go to bed. I'll hand over my credentials tomorrow. In the evening we'll go to the Zuihong Mansion to watch the lanterns. Su Lu is a very talented person. There are so many people who want to see him write poems and lyrics. Don't worry about it."
"Is that so?"
With this in mind, the fourth sister fell asleep with doubts on her face.
In the woodshed in the backyard of the thatched shop, the shopkeeper tidied up and was about to go to bed to rest when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the woodshed.
"Who? You stayed up most of the night and had an affair in the woodshed. If you don't let me this time..."
"Do not talk"
His mouth was covered, and a steel knife seemed to be placed in his neck. The feeling of the sharp edge piercing his skin made the shopkeeper stop shutting up immediately.
"Hero, spare your life. I have seniors and juniors above me. If I die, they will all die. If you kill me, it means you have killed six people."
"Who was staying in the hotel just now?"
A suppressed voice sounded.
The shopkeeper's heart skipped a beat, she was a female assassin, and when she traveled around the world, women and old people were not easily offended, because they all had their own special skills and were ruthless in their attacks.
"I, I didn't hear it"
The shopkeeper regretted and wanted to hit the wall. Why didn't I listen carefully just now? Where did they come from? This time they are finished and will be killed by the female devil.
"It's probably not for us."
Another hoarse voice sounded from the woodshed.
The shopkeeper almost lost his mind. Oh my god, why are there still people there? How many people are hidden in this shabby woodshed of mine?
As soon as the hoarse voice fell, the shopkeeper felt the tingling sensation in his neck disappear, and the female devil let go of herself.
"Let's go, don't tell anyone what happened tonight, or you'll be careful what you do."
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, then realized that the room was too dark, and promised again and again.
"I promise not to tell anyone, Heroine. Thank you Heroine for sparing me."
The shopkeeper walked out of the woodshed and heard a voice behind him.
"Ahem, tomorrow night is the Lantern Festival. I have found out. Ahem, a group of civil servants led by Gao Yang, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, are going to hold a banquet at Huamanlou and invite Mr. Su Lu to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Yuan Dynasty and write poems.
word."
There was a hint of joy in the hoarse voice, which seemed to be the excitement of getting a wish.
A female voice rang:
"I saw Mr. Su Lu today. He doesn't seem to be very powerful, and he's still in a wheelchair."
The hoarse voice was filled with a hint of envy:
"Really? Then you are so lucky!"
"Master Su Lu was injured during the counter-rebellion. He is still not feeling well yet. He didn't even write a poem during the Chinese New Year. I don't know if he is better now. Can he go to Huamanlou for a banquet tomorrow?"
The female voice suddenly became irritable:
"We are here for revenge. If you go with me today, those forbidden soldiers will not be able to stop me. We have already obtained Li Gan's head."
"Su Lu's poems are good, but do you need to be so obsessed with them? What benefits will this bring you?"
The woodshed became quiet, except for the rising and falling sound of the woman's breathing.
After a long time, the hoarse voice sounded again, full of vicissitudes of life:
"You don't understand. If you haven't experienced how precious your life is because of poetry, you don't understand how important poetry is."
"I hope those stupid civil servants can think of some way tomorrow to force the Lord to take action and just write a few poems. Even if they die here, it will be nothing."
