"I'm really sorry for the county lord. The post station is full today, and there is only one room left!" The postmaster smiled and said, "This room is a bit inconsistent to see the scenery. I'll arrange someone to change the room for the county lord..."

Li Daozhen was a little tired and waved his hand powerlessly, "Forget it, we will leave at dawn, there is no need to be such a trouble!"

"What else does the lord of Baicheng County need? Just ask the postmen below to do it!" The postman bowed and smiled.

"I'm almost hungry, hurry up and have some food!" Xiaotao ordered to the Yicheng: "Hurry up and let someone prepare hot water, our county will take a shower!"

"Okay, okay, come soon!" Although the official secretary was a ninth rank official, this official was an official in the Tang Dynasty. However, a maid without any position or power could point fingers at him, but the official secretary really had no choice.

When facing the nobles of the Tang Dynasty, they must be careful at all times. If they offend anyone, they can just squeeze an ant to death with a finger.

The postmaster left the room with a calm expression. After a while, the postmaster's chef who was going to the kitchen was like the dishes that were going to the room, and a servant came into Li Daozhen's room.

Looking at the dishes with both color, fragrance and flavor, Xiaotao's throat moved unconsciously.

However, Li Daozhen was still lazy and too lazy to move.

Although Li Daozhen and Xiaotao are like sisters, they are different from high and low, but they are an insurmountable gap. Li Daozhen doesn't finish her meal, and Xiaotao doesn't dare to move her chopsticks.

Xiaotao was already very hungry, and looked at the table full of dishes, and was even hungry at this time. In order to fill her stomach as soon as possible, she quickly stepped forward, picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Li Daozhen's hand, and then took another pair of chopsticks to hold Li Daozhen's favorite dishes: "Minister, please eat something quickly. We have been on our way every day these days and have entered the Lingzhou territory. We will arrive at Bogulu City at the latest tomorrow afternoon."

Li Daozhen took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of wood beard meat slices, and stuffed them into his mouth. Since the Tang Dynasty was not popular in cooking, the wood beard meat slices were not the kind in later generations, but were mutton slices boiled in white water and added some wood fungus. In terms of the taste, they were actually not very good.

Li Daozhen frowned after just taking a bite.

Xiaotao asked timidly: "People, it's very hard to eat!"

"Vomit..." Li Daozhen didn't say anything and vomited directly into the spittoon.

After a while, after Li Daozhen rinsed her mouth, she picked up another piece of steamed chicken, but the chicken was not in her mouth. Li Daozhen only smelled the chicken, and she quickly lowered her head and vomited again.

Xiao Tao couldn't help it, slapped the table and said to the servant who was serving him, "Call your postmaster!"

The servant ran out of the door without falling.

When the servant brought Li Daozhen to the post station, he vomited. The postmaster was shocked. What if Li Daozhen was really good, he, the postmaster, would have ended up being the end.

The chef who was on the stove called the chef and scolded him in a slight manner. The chef was puzzled. He thought secretly that the dishes were made according to normal, and there were no officials and nobles at the post station, and no one else said anything. Why did the dishes get a problem when they arrived at Li Daozhen?

Before the postmaster kneeled down to apologize, Li Daozhen waved his hand and said, "I have no appetite and can't eat greasy things. Do you have any more sour food?"

The chef said: "There are vinegar celery in the kitchen!"

"Come on!"

The postmaster murmured: "This..."

Xiao Tao said: "If you ask you to take it, go and get it, don't talk nonsense!"

The postmaster had to follow the order.

Vinegar celery is a side dish in the Tang Dynasty. In ancient times, food was not easy to preserve, especially green vegetables. Celery was not easy to preserve, so in order to prevent celery from spoiling, the people invented a method. After ordinary celery was fermented, it was like vinegar, sour and sour. However, because of vinegar, if the soup made with five flavors is mixed, it would be very delicious. However, the dish was not expensive and belonged to the food that the poor only ate in winter.

There is vinegar celery at the post station, but it is just a side dish for the porters and servants to serve rice. Not to mention that noble people don’t eat it, this thing is actually not delicious and is a cold thing. It’s not very comfortable to eat it in winter, and even the postmaster doesn’t eat it. He almost vomited when he smelled the sour smell that came from his nose.

Soon, the servant lady brought a plate of vinegar celery to Li Daozhen's table.

Facing the strong sour taste, Li Daozhen did not feel it. In the surprised eyes of everyone, she picked up the chopsticks and picked up the cup, and swallowed it quickly, as if she felt it was not sour enough. Li Daozhen even poured the vegetable juice from the vinegar celery into the bowl of rice. The vegetable juice of vinegar celery was not less sour than that of the aged old ones, but Li Daozhen enjoyed it. A cup of vinegar celery was eaten in a moment.

Xiaotao smelled the jealous smell of the room and suddenly lost her appetite.

At this time, the servant said accidentally: "The county lord is afraid he is happy!"

Xiaotao was stunned for a while like a lightning strike.

She hurriedly pushed the maid away and asked the maid to leave. When the maid left, Xiaotao rushed to Li Daozhen quickly and gently pushed Li Daozhen and said, "Mr. County Master, do you feel something is wrong?"

Li Daozhen patted her forehead and said softly: "I am very lazy recently. I may be a little tired when I am on the road. Just take a few days off."

Xiaotao was anxious and pointed at Li Daozhen's stomach and said, "Your stomach!"

"What's wrong with my stomach?" Li Daozhen said inexplicably at this time: "My stomach is nothing!"

"Mr., do you have it?"

Li Daozhen's eyes opened a crack, gave Xiaotao a white look, walked to the edge of the bed, lay on the bed, pulled up the corner of the quilt, covered her face, and laughed non-stop. "Xiaotao, how can I say such a thing... why are you embarrassed to say it?"

"What's so embarrassed?" Xiaotao said disapprovingly: "The way of Yin and Yang, calculate the time, your menstrual affairs do not seem to have come..."

Li Daozhen lowered the horn of the quilt and showed a cunning look. "Is this impossible? It's just one night, how is it possible?"

Xiaotao said solemnly: "No, this matter must be clear. If it really happens, you can't go so far."

As he said that, Xiaotao asked the Yicheng to invite the doctor. In the middle of the night, the doctor came over to take Li Daozhen's pulse and finally came to a conclusion: "Slippery pulse!"

...

The clouds were as dark as lead, and the darkness was pressing on the head. The cold wind whistled from the unobstructed Hetao Plain and blew on the face like a knife. In the empty fields, there were no living creatures except for the hibernating snakes. Occasionally, an old crow stood on the branch and made a hoarse sound, cutting through the gloomy and cold sky.

Snow particles have fallen down now, and the first section of the road from Yanzhou seems difficult.

Liang Luoren narrowed his eyes and looked at the vast snowfield in the north. The beads on both sides of his cheeks were blowing on his ears and causing pain. Although the upcoming blizzard is extremely unfavorable to the march, the coming blizzard will make all the people near Lingzhou hide at home to take shelter from the snow, and the blizzard will become a favorable cover.

A blizzard roared, and snow particles hit the hat-pod and rustled. A team of about 500 cavalrymen came in a winding manner. Brown armor, short clothes, narrow sleeves, arched hips and knifes, and most of their faces were hidden in the hat-pod to shelter from the wind and snow, but a team of Turkic cavalry wandered to Yanzhou.

This Turkic cavalry followed Liang Luoren to Lingzhou, but its purpose was not simple.

The Liang army lost most of Xiazhou at this time, leaving only less than twenty counties. Although the Liang army was not less than three feet away for the sake of the army, how much oil can the twenty poor counties be plundered?

When Chen Ying was stationed in Lingzhou, these Turks would rather drink the northwest wind than come to Lingzhou. Now that Lingzhou is empty, they plunder some winter supplies.

Compared with Yanzhou in Liang Shidu, Lingzhou is almost a paradise. In order to resettle the slaves rescued from the Turks, Chen Ying gave them tax exemption privileges and used low-interest loans to buy houses and reclaim wasteland. Although these wastelands have only been reclaimed for a year and the output is less than a stone of land, it cannot be resisted that Lingzhou has few people and more land. Although these Lingzhou people are still poor, every household has surplus grain to repay the loan.

The army under Liang Luoren's command was not only poorly equipped, but also had serious shortage of winter clothes for cold protection. It was still good to march and go on a rush, and dozens or hundreds of people would freeze to death whenever they camped.

Without the shadow of guarding the Tang army, Liang Luoren's command reduced his troops by five or six hundred people. The morale at this time can be imagined.

Looking at the walking corpse, Liang Luoren yelled: "Brothers, work harder and break through Lingzhou for three days without sealing the sword!"

Not sealing a knife means you can do whatever you want in the city. You can kill people, rob, and get the money, women, food and supplies they want.

The army, which had almost no morale at all, suddenly recovered a little morale when they heard Liang Luoren's orders, and the eyes of these numb soldiers showed a wolf-like green light.

...

The night was dark and the visibility was extremely low under the blizzard. Song Wusao, the governor of Lingwu Shiba Town Fort, felt her eyelids twitching, and she could no longer sleep peacefully. So she put on leather armor, took a harpoon, and walked to the town fort to patrol.

The original feeling of fatigue was blown by the cold wind on the fortress walls, and there was no trace. Looking at the Zigu Warrior who was roasting in the enemy building and trembling with coldness, Song Wusao felt a very absurd feeling in her heart.

How could I send troops in such weather? I must be under too much pressure and am a little suspicious.

She was about to return to the enemy building to sleep when a dull sound suddenly rang out.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A strange noise came from the head of the city of Beikuo, and Song Wusao looked back and saw nothing in the dark night sky. However, at this moment, Song Wusao saw the snow on the notch of the female wall, and the snow particles were jumping slightly.

Although Song Wusao was a Han Chinese, she had been in the Turks for more than ten years and had already had a way to judge the approach of cavalry. At least thousands of cavalry were slowly approaching with shocks of this scale.

Song Wusao knew that even though there were not many mules in Lingzhou, they were all recruited by Li Daozong. The cavalry that appeared in Lingzhou now must be enemies but not friends.
Chapter completed!