The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 88

Zhao Tang looked at the land of Changhe from his horse, while the team rested in place. Many people got off their horses and lay directly on the ground. The imperial guards in Gyeonggi had never suffered such hardships, and those who could come to Hehuang with them were counted among them. Elite.

The dirty clothes that Hong Qi brought were okay, but they looked at the mountains and rivers here with some curiosity. In their eyes, as long as they can eat enough, wear warmth and have a place to live, Tokyo is not much different from here. If they can marry another woman, That would be much better than Tokyo.

One hundred blood-colored pioneers were behind Zhao Tun. Zhao Tun did not dismount, and neither did they. The young man's face still had innocence and stubbornness. After all, tens of thousands of people were selected for selection.

At this time, along the bank of the Huangshui River in the distance, the sound of horse bells came from afar. The sound of the bell was clear and melodious.

Zhao Tang set up the awning to watch, he wasn't worried about encountering the enemy, after all, he was still in the inner area of ​​Xining Prefecture at the moment, and the other party was wearing a horse bell, so obviously he had no intention of sneak attacking.

I saw a dozen or so horses galloping along the river bank from a distance. The horses ran fast and seemed to be having fun, and immediately attracted the attention of the imperial cavalry lying on the ground.

Even though these imperial guards were tired and lazy, they still had feelings for their mounts. Seeing the galloping horses in the distance, they immediately felt a sense of comparison, but when they saw them, they immediately drooped their heads.

Zhao Tang looked at them and said calmly: "This is Hehuang, a natural horse farm. Your horses are locked in the stables and only come out for half a lap every day. How can you compare with these horses?"

The dozen or so riders approached, Zhao Tang could see clearly that the leader was actually a young girl.

I saw this girl's eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn waters, beautiful nose and sandal mouth, delicate appearance, wheat-colored skin, wearing blue shorts, holding a horsewhip in her hand, looking at Zhao Tun and others curiously.

There was a young man behind the girl, wearing leather armor and carrying a bow and arrow, obviously because the horse was not as fast as the girl, so he didn't get in first.

The girl looked at the team in front of her curiously. The soldiers were all wearing armor, but this armor seemed to be slightly different from what she used to see, and why was it still lying on the ground, even though there was not even a flag on it? Is it too loose?
In fact, it’s not that the military discipline is lax. It’s really that Zhao Tun has no choice. The altitude here is high, and these forbidden soldiers have never been to the Xihe River in their entire lives. They don’t have such strong endurance. They died suddenly on the horses. As for the flags, but the horsemen all lay down, the flags were naturally placed on the carts.

Seeing the scene in front of her, the girl couldn't help but feel frosty on her little face. She moved her eyes, and finally looked at Zhao Tun. She felt that this man looked like the leader of the army, but he had no military discipline, and he was actually wearing a white robe. Not even a bow and arrow.

"Which team are you from? Why are you so lax and slack!" the girl shouted forward holding a folded whip.

Everyone here looked at the girl curiously, Xu Ning was calm and said nothing, Yang Zhi now had a memory, he glanced at Zhao Tun and lowered his head.

After a while, no one replied to the girl. The girl's face turned red and her voice became weaker, but she still asked, "Are you soldiers from Xizhou?"

Zhao Tang looked at her, thinking it was funny, without asking, he knew that this must be the son of a general of the Western Army, otherwise how could he have the confidence to shout at them thousands of armored soldiers.

It's just that, as a little girl from the Western Army, if you talk about other things with the Imperial Guards in Gyeonggi, that's all. If you talk about military discipline... Zhao Tang shook his head. The military discipline of the Western Army is notoriously poor. It is not as good as the Gyeonggi Forbidden Army.

The Gyeonggi Forbidden Army is inferior to the Western Army in almost everything, except for military discipline, which is a little stronger, because the Gyeonggi Forbidden Army is too timid.

As for escaping on the battlefield, it was also because of cowardice.

Zhao Tang lowered his head and stroked the Yeyu lion's mane, but he still didn't speak. When everyone saw his prince like this, they did whatever they wanted, and they didn't even look at the girl anymore.

The girl only felt that her face was burning hot. It wasn't the first time she went out, but she had never seen this kind of soldier, not to mention from Xizhou to Xining Prefecture, how could there be anyone who didn't know her Zhe Hanmei?

The young man next to him stretched out his hand, tugged the girl's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Sister, don't say anything, these people don't look right, they don't seem to be our soldiers."

The girl said: "How come? Judging by the appearance of the armor, it is impossible for Tubo Xixia to be."

The young man said: "That is..."

In any case, the team in front of him is the Song Army. Even if it can be faked elsewhere, at least the hair bun cannot be faked.

The girl bit her lip, feeling so ashamed, but the white-robed man on the opposite side just didn't speak, and looked at her with a smile.

It took her a long time before she said: "You are not dumb, why don't you talk, you are the only one with a good horse among these people!"

Hearing this, Zhao Tun seemed to have thought of something, and immediately burst out laughing, the girl became more and more embarrassed, the young man whispered: "Sister, let's go first."

Over there, Zhao Tun suddenly said strangely: "The horse is really good, just come and have a look, it's much better than yours..."

The girl snorted when she heard the words, turned her horse's head and was about to go around the front and leave, when she suddenly heard Zhao Tun laughing and saying: "Lang came on a bamboo horse, walked around the bed to grow green plums, live together in Changgan, the two little ones have no doubts .”

"Ah, you!" The girl immediately turned her head to look at Zhao Tun when she heard the words, her face was a little panicked.

Zhao Tang still looked at her with a smile, stretched out his hand to caress the mane of the Zhaoyeyu lion, shook his head and said: "This horse has a memory, I said why I always want to run forward, if I didn't rein in it early Just passed by, but recognized its original owner!"

The girl held the horsewhip in her hand, stared at Zhao Tun, and said, "You are... the little prince?"

Zhao Tang patted the horse's head, and the horse kicked forward, he said: "Little Qingmei, I haven't seen you in seven years, but she has grown so big, she's just a little tanned, not as cute as Yuxue when she was a child."

When the girl heard the words, her face gradually ceased to be panicked, but turned into surprise, and the young man next to her hurriedly whispered, "Sister, who is it?"

The girl said: "It's the little prince of Tokyo."

"Ah?!" The young man was stunned when he heard the words, then immediately got off his horse, took two steps forward and bowed down: "Zhe Zhichang pays homage to His Royal Highness King Qi."

Then he hurriedly rushed to the back to signal, and all the people on the horse jumped down and bowed down.

"Sister, don't get off the horse and meet the prince!" Zhe Zhichang whispered on the ground.

The girl jumped off the horse, her eyelashes flashed, and she saluted, "Zhe Hanmei has seen the prince."

Zhao Tong also jumped off the horse, shook his head and said: "Get up, you are our own family, don't be too restrained."

Everyone got up, and saw that the Zhaoye jade lion "tap, tap" had already walked over, put its big head into Zhe Hanmei's arms, and kept rubbing against it, while Zhe Hanmei hugged the horse's head, He murmured: "Xiaobai, I really didn't expect that we would meet again."

Seeing this, Zhao Tong said with emotion: "Little Qingmei, when you brought it to Beijing, it was still a pony. How could it have been thought that it could grow so tall at that time."

(End of this chapter)