Su Lu and his party first took a car out of the city, and after arriving at Beicheng Pier, they boarded a boat, sailed down the sweat, turned into Tuhai River, and then turned around Dongting Lake to reach Beiyang County.
It was quiet at Beicheng Pier at night. Except for the arranged official ship, there was no other ship in sight.
Mrs. Ye, who was escorting Su Lu, was dressed in the green robe of a Imperial Military Academy officer. She clasped her fists and said to Su Lu.
"Master Marquis, we have been ordered to send it here. The Suge guards will be in charge of the next waterway. The mountains are high and the water is long, so don't leave here."
Su Lu looked at the dark river surface, and suddenly thought of the poem "Jiang Xue" he wrote on the way to Beijing. Mrs. Ye had worked tirelessly to protect herself these days, and she was doing her duty.
"Bring a pen and paper."
Su Lu ordered.
Erniu and Xiaosier hurriedly turned around and went back to prepare paper and pen.
Mrs. Ye's eyes shone brightly, and her sincerity really touched the Marquis. Did the Marquis write a poem specifically for himself, praising her story of hiding, persevering, and avenging her husband, or did he regard herself as a heroine who fought bravely?
The story of the enemy.
"Bah, bah, bah"
Mrs. Ye blushed, wondering what she was thinking.
Su Lu came out with the written Jiang Xue, handed it to Mrs. Ye and said:
"This is what I wrote on my way to Beijing that day when I saw an old man fishing on the river bank in the heavy snow to make a living. I hope this poem can bring improvement to the old man's life."
Mrs. Ye's face turned gloomy when she heard this. Sure enough, she didn't write it specifically for herself. It seemed that she still had to work harder and do something worthy of being written by the Marquis.
After taking Jiang Xue's calligraphy, Mrs. Ye placed it close to her body with great care: "I will frame it when I get back and hang it in the main hall as a treasure of the house."
Zuo Baoxiang, the governor of the Dongcheng camp next to him, looked envious: "Master Hou, you are also here to see someone off. You can't treat one favorably over another."
Mrs. Ye snorted coldly and faced Zuo Baoxiang directly: "Who do you think you are, you are not worthy of being compared with me."
Su Lu thought he was going to suffer. Madam Ye was very talkative when talking to him. I thought she was a talkative old woman, but she didn't expect that was not the case at all. She just cursed people with such vigor that she didn't seem to have a good reputation in the world.
Great.
Zuo Baoxiang made a fuss and wanted to say some harsh words, but thinking of Mrs. Ye's name, Captain Zuo stepped aside in a hurry.
You can't afford to offend the devil, you can't afford to offend her.
The boat started to move, facing the dark water, and headed towards the Tuhai River in the distance.
Mrs. Ye reached out and took out a waist badge from her arms, and held it in front of Zuo Baoxiang's face:
"According to the order, I will cooperate with Zuo Baoxiang, the commander of Dongcheng Camp, to guard the Beicheng Pier and guard against pursuit by the remnants of the Tang Kingdom's Xuanjia Army."
Zuo Baoxiang followed the light of the torch and saw clearly the appearance of the waist badge. His face changed drastically, he clasped his fists in front of his chest and looked solemn.
"The Commander-in-Chief of Dongcheng Camp, Zuo Baoxiang, takes the order."
After the salute, Zuo Baoxiang asked cautiously: "May I ask Master Ye, has the Xuanjia Army arrived in the capital?"
Mrs. Ye snorted coldly, looked at the official ship gradually disappearing into the night, and sneered.
"The old soldiers in your four-city camp can't even see the gates, and they don't even know that the Xuanjia Army has sneaked in. Huh, according to the intelligence of the Dingxiang Army, the Xuanjia Army entered the city three days ago, just to take away Hou Hou tonight.
Master, all their escape routes are ready."
Zuo Baoxiang was shocked. The elite Xuanjia army of the Tang Dynasty actually came to rob Su Houye. It was unreasonable, unreasonable.
He is not handsome, so why did the young lady who was the envoy of the Tang Dynasty fall in love with the Marquis?
It was dark at night, and everything was quiet except for the occasional croaking of frogs from the shore and the splashing sound of boat oars piercing the water.
Su Lu asked Su Ge, who was responsible for escorting him this time: "What happened to your princess in such a hurry to drive me to the capital?"
Su Ge was gnawing on a chicken leg and said with a smile.
"It's not because of the envoys of the Tang Dynasty. It is reported that the Xuanjia Army who secretly entered the capital is already gathering. According to reliable information, these people are going to attack you tonight. The Emperor of Tang is determined to give him a great poet in the Tang Dynasty.
"
Su Lu looked confused, would he attack me?
Su Ge solemnly nodded: "The people of the Tang Dynasty want to take you to the Tang Dynasty to write poems and music for them. This matter has spread in the palace."
Niba and Erniu next to them looked confused. The poems written by Mr. Hou were so powerful that people from the Tang Dynasty came to rob them.
Nothing happened all night, and at dawn the next day, the boat finally turned into the Tuhai River.
Su Ge finally loosened the string that he had been tightening all night, ordered a few guards to keep watch, got into the cabin, and went to sleep.
When Su Lu got up, the boat had been sailing up the Tuhai River for a long time.
Both sides of the bank are green, with occasional forest birds flying nearby and the sound of water ripples.
"This is Tuhaijiang. The last time my brother was assassinated for the first time, it was here. I saw the stone where my brother was assassinated."
Su Yun said excitedly.
Niba Erniu, Xiaosi and the others huddled together and were discussing on the side of the boat.
"Hey, there is an old fisherman over there fishing, it's so pleasant."
"Could Jiang Xue write it just for this old man? Why hasn't his family situation improved?"
"Isn't it possible that Lord Marquis's poem is not very effective here and can't help the old fisherman improve his family situation?"
As the boat moves forward, there are many mountains and mountains on both sides of the bank.
The old fishing man wore a bamboo hat on his head, had several buckets beside him, and raised and lowered the fishing rod in his hand. Around the old man, there were several well-dressed men standing.
"This is where I fish."
The old man and the old god said:
"It was snowing heavily that day, and I was shivering from the cold. I thought I was going to be doomed. Not only would I freeze to death, but the whole family would starve to death without fish soup."
The old man wiped his tears and looked like he was surviving a disaster.
The surrounding scholars clapped in unison, as if we all know it, so hurry up and continue.
The old man cleared his throat and continued: "At this time, I suddenly heard a sound on the river."
"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. I am alone in a boat with a coir raincoat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."
The old man's face flushed with excitement. In order to make up this story, he paid the storyteller several large sums of money.
After thinking about it for a moment, the old man continued:
"This is written by Su Lu for me, an old fisherman. Seeing that I was about to starve to death, Su Lu wrote this poem for me, which made my old man's life better."
A group of scholars looked very excited and said envious words one after another. Why couldn't they meet the Su family? The Su family was so kind that they wrote a poem for themselves.
…
The water channel has become narrower. Standing on the boat, the rocks on both sides seem to be within reach, as if the boat can hit the rocks with a little force.
"Old man, how are you doing now? Is your little grandson still short of milk?"
Su Lu stood on the side of the ship, shouted and asked the old man not far away.
Judging from the old man's condition, he must be the old man I met when I was writing poems that day. Judging from the way he was surrounded by people, his life must be getting better.
The old man stood up with a sigh, looked at the big boats on the waterway, and ran to the shore excitedly, thinking of the possibility that the storyteller mentioned, what should he say if the Su family passed by the Tuhai River one day.
"Everyone Su, my life is going very well. Thank you for saving my life."
"Thank you for saving my family. Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lu. I will never forget it for the rest of my life. Lao Lu kowtows to you here."
The old fisherman knelt on the shore and kowtowed in the direction of Su Lu.
There is no mistake, this is Su Lu, the benefactor who wrote poems in the heavy snow and saved his family's life because of a poem.
But what does it mean for my grandson to take milk? My grandson is about to get married, so what kind of milk does he take?
