Su Buhan's parchment was quickly presented to Emperor Lizong's desk.

In the emergency court meeting convened by Danei, all the great masters gathered together, headed by Shi Miyuan, and proposed to Lizong all over the place to agree to the request of the Mongols and form an alliance with him. There was a very good reason, and there was only one: to destroy the Jin Kingdom and take revenge.

Some people who are a little more clear-headed suggested that they should delay it and wait until the Mongols and Jin Kingdom suffer losses and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

This extremely clever suggestion was severely scolded. How could the Celestial Kingdom do this dirty trick? Since the Mongols came to form an alliance from afar, they should make three rules with them in a dignified manner. Once the movements are slow, the Mongols will enter Bianliang City and the recovery of the north will become a dream of yellow and red. Who will bear this responsibility?

So the person who said this shrank his neck and closed his mouth with a smirk.

Li Zong was also passionate. The regrets from a hundred years ago were always lingering on his head and could not be removed. Although he had been living a comfortable life over the years, he was still very happy that someone suddenly jumped out and invited him to drive away the foreign tribes who occupied the beds of his ancestors.

So the plan quickly made a decision. Lizong issued an order to send an envoy to Mongolia with Su Buhan, and to meet Genghis Khan in writing with the country, forming a bloody alliance with him, attacked the north and south, and drank under the city of Bianliang.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner. The Secretary-General began to write a letter of state, the Ministry of Rites selected envoys, and prepared a gift. The Privy Council and the Ministry of War arranged to escort the troops.

The Haimen Captain more than 20 years ago, and the current Taifu Qing Wang Qi, was once again selected and became an envoy who was in his fifties. At the age of 50, he stepped on the north horse to go north, and embarked on another journey of negotiation with the north wind with the melting snow and cold air in early spring.

Of course, Changsun Hong didn't know all this.

He asked someone to send a letter to his family and sent some money and food back to eat. He excitedly planned his trip to the south with Duan Wu.

Xuzhou is also a Tongchuanfu Road, and the distance between him and Hezhou is only more than 500 miles. After passing Changzhou, Fushunjian, Rongzhou and Xiangzhou, it is time to arrive. However, there are many mountains and roads, especially in the areas of Rongzhou and Xiangzhou, the Yangchan Plank Road drills and creeps between the cliffs of the mountain ranges. The geological conditions are complex and the falling rocks frequently occur. It is often a road that is repaired in the morning, and it will be washed away by mudslides at night. Sichuan people go south and rarely take this road.

This is also the natural geographical environment where the Shimen tribes are isolated from the world. For thousands of years, the barbarians here have been fend for themselves, and few outsiders disturb them. The banner of the king at the city head of the Central Plains has changed, but this side is almost never affected. The primitive living conditions of the tribal chieftains are invincible with the world.

In a word, it takes some effort to get over it.

However, this could not stop Changsun Hong's urgent heart. He explained to Gouzi clearly how to configure the pulp and reminded him to keep it very confidential. This is the way to settle down in the future. He also sent a message to Carpenter Zhang from Zhangjia Village, saying that the income from the rice mill should be given to Gouzi directly.

He also asked for leave from the academy and lied to Master Zhou that he wanted to go to another place to attend the funeral. The Changsun family was originally from another place, and Master Zhou knew it, so it was naturally inconvenient to say anything. He just asked him to go and go back early. After all, the spring test will begin at the end of March, so don't delay it.

He and Duan Wuyi prepared a load and carried some salt and iron items, which were all missing from the mountains. They covered them with tarpaulins, carried another bag, put some clothes and packed them, dried food and water hyacinths, and said goodbye to Ruifuxiang and others one morning at the end of February, and went out of the city gate to head south.

Duan Wu was the happiest thing. He left home at a young age and had not returned for many years. His family in Shimenfan was obsessed with him, his parents were still there, and his wandering son was worried.

Before leaving, Changsun Hong went to the county government to ask for a reason. With Wang Guizhou in mind, he could easily succeed and the journey was unobstructed.

After leaving Hezhou and passing Changzhou, the scenery along the way was like Chuchu who sold private salt with his brother Changsunhao when he came over. At this time, he was retracing the old road, and he felt a different feeling.

At that time, Changsun Hong was still a weak boy with a worrying life and could die at any time. A typhoid fever took away his life. If it weren't for a coincidence, Li Hong possessed him, the Changsun family would have been defeated at this moment.

Selling private salt, it was too shameful to see the light. Changsun Hao and everyone were walking at night and staying in the morning, rushing by the stars and the moon. Today is different. Changsun Hong and Duan Wu walked openly, with the wonderful scenery in the mountains being vividly visible. The breeze in the valley is long, monkeys are roaring on the ridges on both sides, wild grasses are lush, and wild flowers are fragrant. Although they are desolate and no one is around, they are also walking vigorously.

Duan Wu was a muffled gourd in front of others, and he couldn't fart even a stick. He was afraid that others would hear his barbarian accent and laughed and sarcastically, so he refused to speak. But he never closed his mouth to Changsun Hong along the way, and kept introducing the situation of Shimenfan to Changsun Hong.

Changsun Hong also listened carefully and asked questions from time to time, asking some topics of interest, such as how to cultivate farming in the mountains, how to harvest harvest, how to solve the problem of water, who to communicate with others more, etc. Many times, Duan Wu did not explain it clearly, and he would remind him.

After walking like this for a few days, I was about to enter the territory of Fushunjian.

The post offices in the Song Dynasty were well developed. Although they were not like the post offices and five miles apart in the Ming Dynasty, a mail office was built next to the road at a distance. There was a water tank stove in the pavilion, which was often supplied with dry firewood, and the post offices passing by were burning fire and cooking on their own and resting.

On the evening of the day, we saw that it was almost dark. As soon as there was a post pavilion on the side of the road, the two of them carried the load and walked in.

The pavilion is not big, and it can only accommodate four or five people. It is enough for two people to stay for one night. There are no beds and only hay inside, so there is no problem to sleep when you make do with it.

Duan Wu cooked the fire and prepared the meal. The pickles made by Ruifuxiang's chef. After the two of them ate it, it was dark. There were naturally no entertainment programs in the place these days. The two of them lay on the hay with their clothes, talking nonsense. The topics were turned around, and they couldn't leave Shimenfan, as if there were endless topics there, and it was late at night without knowing it.

Tomorrow we have to rush, we are tired, and the two of them dozed off and gradually fell asleep.

The night was deep and the surroundings were silent. The insects in the grass were roaring with the moonlight. Everything was so peaceful, but somehow, Changsun Hong always felt his heart pounding and he was not sleeping soundly.

In a hazy state, Changsun Hong seemed to think something was wrong in the pavilion. He rubbed his eyelids and opened his eyes, and was startled.

In the black pavilion, Duan Wu was carrying a rod, like a leopard ready to go, crouching on the lower edge of the window, revealing his eyes, and looking out.

Changsun Hong immediately turned over and reached out to take out the knife that his second uncle Changsun Jin gave him from his bag. He held it in his hand and was about to speak, but Duan Wu reached out to cover his mouth.

"There is movement on the road outside." Duan Wu whispered, staring at the window without moving: "It's not a beast, it's a human."

people?!

Who is in this wilderness rushing on the starry night?

Changsun Hong frowned. Could it be that he had met a private salt dealer again? Here, he was close to Fushunjian and walked in the dark and night. He would not be a good person.

"Here you come!" Duan Wu's pupils suddenly shrank, he leaned down, jumped to the door, and stood up silently.

"Second boss, if something is wrong later, you go first and I will block it." Duan Wu's low voice was almost unheard, only Changsun Hong, who was very close, could hear: "It's dark, the thief can't see clearly, and they won't chase."

This is naturally not the time to push me and give in. If the bandits come, they will not leave any living words in the dark, and both of them will die. Changsun Hong nodded and tightened the handle of the knife a little bit.

The sound outside was already very clear, with heavy breathing sounds from far to near, footsteps staggering, and a faint moan of pain, which was particularly harsh in the quiet darkness.

Changsun Hong and Duan Wu looked at each other and noticed something strange from the light in each other's eyes.

It seems to be two injured people.

The people outside probably did not deliberately hide their movements and came straight to this pavilion, and the sound of their speech drifted in the wind.

"Uncle, hold on for a while, there is a mail booth ahead. We went to bandage you the wound. You were bleeding a lot. If you don't wrap it up, you won't be able to get over Hezhou."

Another voice just snorted, without saying anything, breathing heavily, and footsteps were very messy.

Changsun Hong, hiding behind the door, suddenly felt that he had heard these two sounds somewhere, especially the second hum, although there was only one sound, but he was very familiar for no reason.

Who is it?

Changsun Hong pinched the knife and searched in his memory, frowned, and then suddenly his eyes lit up, his face turned pale, he swung the knife and opened the door desperately, shouting loudly in Duan Wu's shocked gaze.

"Second Uncle!"
Chapter completed!