Xun Qi was the leader of the Baiman tribe in Yaozhou, another large state in Jiannan, and there were very few people who knew that he had a relationship with the local merchant Chen family, and even fewer people knew that he was living in the Chen family at the moment.
In fact, although these leaders are powerful and powerful, in the eyes of most Han people, they all belong to the hillbillies who are stupid and have a lot of money, and ordinary people who don't know their details too well really can't see his identity from his clothes, so even the neighbors around the Chen family only know that the Chen family has a guest, and they don't know the identity of this guest.
Xun'er lived in Sun's house, and Miss Xun'er, who was very good with the Snow Lotus girl who had changed her surname to Chen, became her best playmate, and Miss Xun'er's prejudice against the Han people made her try to prevent Snow Lotus from contacting Yang Fan, and it was unlikely that the Snow Lotus girl, who was quite nostalgic, wanted to chat with Yang Fan.
For Yang Fan, without the entanglement of Xuelian, a yellow-haired girl, he would be much more free to move, he asked Xuelian about the situation in the city in the morning, and without asking a few words, the Xun'er girl was very impatient to pull Xuelian, Yang Fan left Chen's house to go around the city very interestingly, and said that he wanted to find something to do.
Yang Fan wandered around the city all morning, mainly wandering around the Governor's Mansion, monitoring the movements of the Governor's Mansion, and by the way, learning about the location and living conditions of the displaced people in the Wangzhou area.
At noon, Yang Fan went to a small shop, ordered a few snacks such as smoked chicken, bacon, and fish at random, and ate slowly.
This small hotel was built on the street directly opposite the Governor's Mansion, and as Huang Jingrong's Qincha, if he wanted to leave the Governor's Mansion, he would definitely go through the main entrance, where he could monitor his movements.
Yang Fan had lunch and asked the store for a pot of tea.
At a time when tea had not yet become the mainstream of Datang drinks, tea in Shuzhong had been popular for hundreds of years.
Yang Fan had drunk clear tea without condiments at Shen Mu's place, and felt that the taste was acceptable, so he specially asked the store to make a pot of "clear tea" for him.
The weather in the afternoon made people a little drowsy, and after the meal, the business of the small restaurant gradually cooled down, and finally only Yang Fan, who was sitting at the front table, was still drinking tea slowly, and even the store was lying on the counter and fell asleep.
When Yang Fan's big iron kettle was about to run out of tea, the door of the Governor's Mansion suddenly opened.
Yang Fan immediately got up and looked at the Governor's Mansion vigilantly.
From the side and rear of the Governor's Mansion, a group of about 300 officers and soldiers hurriedly came and assembled in front of the door, lined up, with swords and guns flashing in their hands, and the cold was pressing.
A few moments later, several people came out of the governor's palace, some led their horses in front of them, several turned over their horses, and galloped towards this side of the road, hundreds of officers and soldiers ran after them.
Yang Fan glanced coldly, and from the few people on horseback, he saw Huang Jingrong.
Yang Fan immediately lowered his head, lowered the bamboo hat he bought when he was wandering around the town in the morning, got up and walked to the counter, knocked on the table with his fingers bent, and the shopkeeper of the small shop who was dreaming of Zhou Gong with his mouth open opened a pair of hazy sleepy eyes and looked at him blankly.
Yang Fan said: "Accounts" Hundreds of officers and soldiers surrounded Huang Jingrong, the imperial historian of Qincha, and the armored general next to him left the city of Wangzhou and rushed to the mountains in the southeast.
Yang Fan, who followed him out of the city all the way, guessed that the general who was draped all over his body should be Luo Shudao, the governor of Benzhou.
Yang Fan dropped far behind the officers and soldiers of the brigade, went out of the city for seven or eight miles, and gradually passed by a river beach and wild grassland.
Yang Fan glanced at where they were going, there was a big river on one side in front of them, a continuous mountain range on the other side, there was only one road in front of them, and their only target could only be the valley in front of them, and according to the news that Yang Fan had inquired about from the people in the city, the people who were assigned here were placed there.
Yang Fan wanted to intercept the trail, just turned onto the trail, suddenly noticed something strange behind him, he turned his head to take a look, and saw a few men with cloth scarves wrapped in their heads, oblique blankets, and bare feet, dressed as local people, were rushing here, and he was a stone's throw away.
Yang Fan frowned, and suddenly became a little alert.
Naturally, there are pedestrians on this road, Yang Fan has seen the farmer leading the buffalo, the porter pulling the mule and horse, and the village girl carrying the bamboo basket on his back, but these four or five people seem to have dropped out of him not far away.
"They will come for me, no one here knows my identity, Huang Jingrong doesn't know, and no one in Xuelian's family will pay attention, who else in this Netzhou City will pay attention to me I want to say that it is the path cutting thief who robs money, and I have nothing valuable on me to cause people to covet it."
Yang Fan thought about it secretly, and suddenly quickened his pace.
The trail is lined with high reed ponds on one side, half-man-high weedy fields on the other, and a gravel path in the middle is uneven and unsuitable for carriages and horses, and can only be walked.
Yang Fan walked hurriedly for a while, and when he came to a relatively straight section, he suddenly turned his head and took a look.
He saw the figures of those people again, and those people still dropped behind him, and when they saw him turn around, one of them subconsciously wanted to dodge.
"Sure enough, it's coming for me" Yang Fan's curiosity grew, he really didn't understand who would pay attention to him in this place, and what purpose it was.
Yang Fan's mind turned, and suddenly changed from walking to running, and the few people who were following him were in a hurry, so they didn't care about hiding their figures, and immediately strode to catch up.
Two groups of people ran wildly, startling flocks of birds and wild ducks flying in all directions among the reeds.
Yang Fan ran for a while, suddenly stopped and drilled into the reeds on the side of the road, wanting to wait for those people to approach and ask them why.
Unexpectedly, his hands were divided into reeds, and he saw two children squatting in the reeds.
This is a man and a woman, the woman is older, the little village girl is dressed, not beautiful, but also delicate, about twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a bamboo basket on her shoulder, the bamboo basket contains wild vegetables.
Next to him was a boy, only six or seven years old, born with a tiger's head, and his face was a healthy black and red.
The little boy was holding a duck egg in his hand, the smile of surprise on his face had not yet disappeared, it seemed that he had just picked up a wild duck egg from the reeds, and suddenly saw a man breaking into the roadside, the little boy was a little scared, he grabbed the duck egg, timidly called "Sister", and hid behind the little village girl.
The little village girl stood up vigilantly, threw away a plant rhizome she had just dug up, and clutched the small wooden shovel to protect the boy behind her.
Seeing their ragged clothes, and thinking of where they were at the moment, Yang Fan had already determined that they were the children of those outcasts.
Looking at this pair of young brothers, Yang Fan felt a sour feeling in his heart, from this pair of young brothers, he seemed to see his distant childhood, and saw the little sister who carried him up the mountain and hid him in the weeds.
Yang Fan sniffed, tried to make the kindest smile, and said in the gentlest voice: "Don't be afraid, there are a few bad people chasing after uncle, and uncle will beat them away."
This place is not very safe now, little sister, take your brother away. ” At this moment, the men chased after them with staggering footsteps, and they could already be seen getting closer and closer through the cracks in the reeds.
The little girl was startled, glanced at Yang Fan timidly, and then took her brother's little hand, she didn't dare to step on the avenue, so she ran forward in the reeds.
Yang Fan turned his head to look at the people who were getting closer and closer, and shouted to the little girl: "Don't worry, there is an uncle blocking them, take your brother off the road, be careful of being bitten by snakes and insects." ” Several people caught up, heard Yang Fan's words, and then looked at the little girl and her brother who were running away quickly in the reeds, with puzzled looks on their faces.
After looking Yang Fan up and down, a tall and thin man with a horse-faced hooked nose turned his head and asked the other person: "I said the sixth man, this person is really rich, don't be a poor man." ” The eyes of a thin man with a centipede scar on his face flashed, and he said, "I don't know him wrong, this person is not a rogue person, but someone among his relatives has been assigned here."
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Hehe, you also know that most of the people who are assigned here are eunuchs, and this person is here to visit the relatives who have been assigned, do you think he can bring no money?"
This person is Liu Junfan, he was able to coax Mrs.
Yao to get started, but he was also a master who could speak well, and now he saw that Yang Fan had contact with the liuren, and several accomplices who were coaxed by him became suspicious, and he immediately made up a set of nonsense, combined with the current situation, it was quite like that, and the doubts of several accomplices were suddenly dissipated.
Several people divided left and right, blocking Yang Fan's way, one of them fiddled with a ronin sword with a severely worn scabbard, and said in a gloomy voice: "Boy, our brother just wants to ask for money, acquaintance, take out all your valuable things, uncle will naturally spare your life, otherwise hehe" As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the sharp ronin sword from the sheath and intimidated Yang Fan.
Yang Fan ignored him, the reason why he wanted to entangle with these people was because he wanted to find out the intentions of these people.
When he learned that these people were just a group of path-cutting thieves, he wanted to solve it quickly.
Hurry up and turn out these outlaws, and he has to rush to see what Huang Jingrong wants.
If Huang Jingrong wanted to kill those rogues, he must come forward to stop them.
Although he didn't bring people with him, and later combined with the holy decree to order him to escort the princess to Chang'an, his appearance so early was easy to make people suspect that he disobeyed the holy decree, but he couldn't care about it.
He believed that as long as he came forward, he would always be able to stop Huang Jingrong from committing murder.
The people responsible for killing must be the local officers and soldiers, if they are not reluctant, they will not be willing to get their hands bloody, after all, most of the people are eunuchs, who knows who will come back in the future When the Shangguan family was not everyone shouted and beaten, the result was that the man did not come out, and another female hero came out, although the Shangguan family has not been publicly exonerated now, but who dares to insult again If it is not necessary, no one will ask for trouble, as long as he shows up, Huang Jingrong is a Qincha, he is also a Qincha, with the idea that more things are better than less, these local officials will inevitably take countermeasures against each other, at that time, only Huang Jingrong and the three or five imperial envoys under him are left, and they don't want to do anything.
Yang Fan was about to make a move, but the words of the man with a centipede scar on his face caught his attention again, Yang Fan glanced at him curiously and asked, "Who is under the feet, do you recognize me?"
To be continued: