One Curtain Wind Moon Nine Heavens

Chapter 45
On a cold and windy winter day, everything hides in winter, and the mountain forest, which has always been lively and lively, begins to be quiet and deserted.Only the rural road winding among the mountains and forests is more lively, with pedestrians, mule carts, ox carts, and occasionally a horse-drawn cart galloping past.

On a cold day, being able to ride a scooter and save some leg strength is enough to make pedestrians look envious.Seeing the well-blocked carriages, the envy on the faces of pedestrians was beyond words, and they watched the carriages drive away eagerly.

"Ah Chi!" The scolded master was sitting on the cart, watching the carriage go away, suddenly sneezed and rubbed his sore nose, "Who scolded me?"

"Huh?" The boy who was pushing the cart raised his head, looked around, with a blank expression, "No, I can't hear you."

"..." Well, how do you explain it?This is the saying of the country in the dream, "I heard from my husband that one sneeze is missing, two sneezing is someone scolding you, three is sick... I sneezed twice, someone must scold me."

Although she did not name her name, everyone knew that she was referring to Mr. Wu.

That's right, she is the Beiyue Yuanzhao whom Miss Qu cursed, and she left the inn a day earlier than the big team.When the Qu family was buying heating items, she, Uncle Ji and Feng Changshi hid in the vegetable basket and left with the vegetable farmers who delivered food to the station.

Leaving the station, the three of them met up with the guards, disguised themselves into a group of refugees, and headed towards the capital.

Along the way, the real refugees couldn't bear the hunger and bumps, and stopped in the next county.They begged for food along the street, hoping that the government would take action to resettle them, or open warehouses to distribute food to the refugees.

As a result, this team of refugees is all from the Hou family.

"Oh? There is such a thing?" The thin Confucian scholar sitting on another cart was surprised, "I have never heard of Lao Wu before."

"What you are talking about is serious, what my husband told me is all the local customs in the script, how can it be the same?" Yuan Zhao retorted cunningly.

At this time, her face was sallow, Luo Yan had smeared it before departure, and the injuries on her body made her look weak.Her figure was already thin and small, with her tired face and ragged clothes, she was no different from those children fleeing for refuge.

Luo Yan was not in this team, she and Wu Xi were waiting in another place.

The two people pushing the cart in front of them are a pair of brothers named Shi Zhu and Shi Mo respectively, they are adopted sons of her cook Tao Laowan.

In front of outsiders, the Shi family brothers are her cheap brothers.

Old Man Tao was driving the cart in front, Uncle Ji and other guards changed their disguises and followed behind, and Feng Changshi was sitting on the other cart.Yuan Zhao's trolley had many bags and boxes on it, and it could only accommodate one person.

That is an illusion created for outsiders.

A master is a master, even if he is fleeing, it would be disrespectful to sit on an equal footing with her.And Feng Changshi's car didn't have much luggage, so anyone who is tired can go up and lie down for a while.

In addition, there were outsiders accompanying them before, and everyone pretended to be two groups of people who did not know each other.Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain how extravagant there were two bull carts in the group.

It was agreed to leave with the caravan before, but it was her father who put up a smoke screen to find out the spy lurking around her.Yuan Zhao doesn't care how to leave. For her, every way is fun, and it's hard to have fun.

As for the refugees encountered on the road, such tragic situations as changing children and eating are rare, and she did not see anyone mistreating children along the way, so she didn't feel much about it.

"Little Shizi, what do you think of those refugees?" Feng Changshi called the little master's alias and began to speak freely, "How do you think the government should arrange them?"

Hey, it's a cliché, Mr. Wu often uses these subjects to test her.

A certain child shook his head and talked eloquently:

"Open warehouses to release grain, reduce rents and taxes, and combine strength and softness to appease and control. Either naturalize in a new land, participate in building cities and pools, or work hard on farming, or become slaves and soldiers... It depends on the situation and governance, which one is better Which to use."

"Well, it's all based on the experience of our ancestors, just talking on paper." Feng Changshi shook his head, with a timely expression of disappointment.

"The road in front of me was also opened by the ancestors. If there is a road, I don't want to take it. Is it possible that I will spend the rest of my life building another road to the capital?" Xiaoshi Yuanzhao retorted, "Is this just taking off your pants and farting? "

Puchi, the people around all turned their faces away and sniggered.

"Hey," Feng Changshi corrected her disapprovingly, "Such vulgar words should be avoided in the future."

Being refuted is not a matter of face, and the image of the master is also the image of a follower, so don't speak nonsense.The master is still young, and if he didn't teach it when he was young, when he grows up, the habit has formed and he can't do anything.

"What the teacher teaches is that the students must keep it in mind." Threesomes must have my teacher, Yuan Zhao said with a smile, "I am not satisfied with the student's point of view after listening to the teacher, please enlighten me."

"I'm not dissatisfied, I'm just slandering you." Feng Changshi joked, quite satisfied with her well-founded rebuttal.

Unlike the third young master, who was terrified by him, at a loss, overwhelmed with humility and lack of confidence.If it weren't for the bravery and decisiveness in the battle, not only Hou Ye would be disappointed, but these followers would also fall into despair.

A good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a virtuous minister chooses a master to serve.

It's a pity that the princess is still young, I don't know if the big guy can support her until she grows up...

"Uncle Feng, everyone follow me, is my father's side really okay?" Joking aside, Yuan Zhao was always worried.

"Old Jiao and the others are following, so they will be fine." The deputy general Can Jun and others were so burly and eye-catching that they all followed Lord Hou. Feng Changshi comforted and cared, "Little Shizi, is it cold?"

"Not cold." Yuan Zhao shook his head.

Sincerely, I was wrapped in layers of thick bedding.The outside is worn out, but the inside is warm, except the face is cold.

"Be patient, the carriage is waiting at the next fork."

"Ah!" Yuan Zhao sneezed again, with a strong nasal voice, and laughed at himself, "Oops, the third one, I might be sick."

Hey, when did her body become so fragile?Eighty percent is due to less exercise.When will she be home?The road was full of bumps and bumps, which made her dizzy from the shock.

Feng Changshi saw that her expression was not right, so he quickly called Ji Wu to take a look for her.

The result of the diagnosis was that her old injury hadn't healed, and she caught a cold and had a fever because of the wind blowing on the road overnight.Ji Wu fed her a pill to support her first, and called a female guard to get into the car to hug her and continue on her way.

Finally, the group arrived at the meeting place in the evening.

There, there are warm and comfortable carriages, hot soup, and familiar faces such as Luo Yan and Wu Xi.After drinking the medicine and hearing the news that his father was safe, Yuan Zhao finally lay down and rested in peace.

In a daze, she came to a magnificent and surging river, sat on a boulder, and the water splashed in all directions.Waving a green thatch I picked from nowhere in my hand, shaking the little jiojio, humming an unknown little tune:
"La la la la la la la la……"

The world is vast and insignificant as she was entertaining herself when suddenly an old and deep voice came from behind:

"Veteran Sang Bo, pay homage to the princess."

(End of this chapter)