Chapter 172

Su Lu and his party took a car out of the city first. After arriving at the Beicheng wharf, they turned to the boat, went down along the sweat, turned to the Tuhai River, and then turned to Dongting Lake to reach Beiyang county.

At night, there was silence on the Beicheng wharf. There was no other ship except the arranged official ship.

Mrs. ye, who was escorting Su Lu, was dressed in the green robe of the forbidden military academy and said to Su Lu with a fist.

"Lord Hou, we were ordered to send it here. Suger bodyguards will be responsible for the next waterway. The mountains are high and the waters are long. Goodbye."

Su Lu looked at the dark river and suddenly thought of the Song Jiang Xue she wrote on her way to Beijing. Mrs. ye took great pains to protect herself these days, which is also due diligence.

"Get a pen and paper."

Su Lu ordered.

Two girls and four children turned quickly and went back to prepare paper and pen.

Mrs. Ye's eyes twinkled with light. Her sincerity really moved the marquis. Did the Marquis specially write a poem for herself, praising the story of her latent patience and revenge for her husband, or the story of taking herself as a heroine and bravely killing the enemy.

"Bah, bah, bah"

Mrs. Ye's face is red. What do I think of herself?

Su Lu took the written Jiang Xue out and handed it to Mrs. ye, saying:

"This is what I wrote when I saw an old man fishing by the river in the snow on my way to Beijing that day. I hope this poem can bring improvement to the old man's life."

Mrs. Ye's face was gloomy when she heard the speech. Sure enough, she didn't write it for herself. It seems that she still needs to work harder and do something worthy of writing by the marquis.

After taking Jiang Xue's words, Mrs. ye put them close to her: "I'll paste them when I go back and hang them in the main hall as the treasure of the town house."

Zuo Baoxiang, the governor of Dongcheng camp next to him, looked envious: "Lord Hou, you are also here to send people away. You can't favor one over the other."

Mrs. Ye snorted coldly and directly faced Zuo Baoxiang: "what are you, and you deserve to be compared with me."

Su Lu thought she was going to suffer. Mrs. Ye was very talkative to herself. She thought she was a talkative old woman. Unexpectedly, it was not the case at all. She swears at the exit. It seems that her name in the Jianghu is not very good.

Zuo Baoxiang made a big face and wanted to make a few cruel words, but when he thought of Mrs. Ye's name, Zuo Dudu flashed aside.

Female devil head, can't provoke, can't provoke.

The ship moved, facing the dark water and heading for the Tuhai River in the distance.

Mrs. Ye stretched out her hand, took out a waist token from her arms and held it in front of Zuo Baoxiang's face:

"According to orders, with the cooperation of Zuo Baoxiang, governor of Dongcheng Daying, guard the Beicheng wharf and strictly prevent the pursuit of the remnants of the Tang GuoXuan a army."

Zuo Baoxiang followed the light of the torch and saw clearly the shape of the waist token. His face changed greatly. When he boxed in his chest, his face was solemn.

"Zuo Baoxiang, governor of Dongcheng Daying, took command."

After the ceremony, Zuo Baoxiang carefully asked, "dare you ask great Xia ye, has Xuan Jiajun arrived in the capital?"

Mrs. Ye snorted coldly, looked at the official ship gradually disappearing into the night, and sneered.

"The old soldiers of your four City camps can't even see the door well. They don't know that they were mixed by Xuanjia army. Hum, according to the information of Dingxiang army, Xuanjia army entered the city three days ago. They are ready to take the Lord tonight."

Zuo Baoxiang was surprised that the elite Xuanjia army of the state of Tang wanted to rob Lord su. There is no reason, no reason.

He is not handsome. Why does the envoy of the state of Tang like the Marquis.

It was dark, and the fields were silent. Only the occasional frogs on the shore and the clatter of the oars when they pierced the water.

Su Lu asked Su Ge, who was responsible for escorting his mission this time: "what happened to your princess who was so anxious to drive me to the capital?"

Su Ge was gnawing at a chicken leg and said with a smile.

"It's not because of the envoys of the state of Tang. It is reported that the Xuanjia army who secretly entered the capital has gathered. According to reliable information, these people will fight you tonight. The emperor of Tang is determined to get him a poem for the Tang Dynasty."

Su Lu's face was confused and forced to do it to me?

Su Ge solemnly nodded: "the people of the state of Tang want to catch you to write poems and songs for them in the state of Tang. This has spread in the palace."

The mud next to her was confused with Erniu. The poems written by Lord Hou were so powerful that people in the Tang Dynasty came to rob people.

Nothing happened overnight. At dawn the next day, the ship finally turned into the Tuhai River.

Suger's string, which had been stretched all night, finally loosened, ordered several bodyguards to be on duty, drilled into the cabin and went to bed.

When Su Lu got up, the boat had been going up the Tuhai River for a long time.

The two sides of the Strait are green. There are occasional forest birds flying nearby and the water waves making a sound.

"This is Tuhai River. It was here that my brother was assassinated for the first time. I saw the stone where my brother was assassinated."

Su Yun said excitedly.

Mud two girls and four girls huddled together and discussed on the side of the ship.

"Eh, there's an old fisherman fishing over there. He's so happy."

"Jiang Xue didn't write it for the old man. Why hasn't his family improved?"

"Isn't the poem of Lord Hou very useful here? It can't make the old fisherman of Suo Li Weng improve his family?"

The ship moved forward, with mountains on both sides and mountains.

The old man fishing was wearing a hat, with several buckets beside him, and the fishing rod in his hand went up and down. Around the old man stood several richly dressed taxis.

"I'm fishing here."

The old man and God said:

"It was snowing heavily that day. I was shivering with cold. I thought it would be over. Not only would I be frozen to death, but the whole family would starve to death without fish soup."

The old man wiped his tears and looked like the rest of his life.

The surrounding taxis applauded. We all know that. You quickly go on to the back.

The old man cleared his throat and continued, "at this time, I suddenly heard a sound on the river."

"Thousands of mountain birds fly away, thousands of paths people disappear, lonely boats, coir hats, Weng, fishing alone for cold river snow."

The old man's face flushed with excitement. In order to make up this story, he gave the storyteller a lot of money.

After thinking about it, the old man continued:

"This is written by everyone in Su Lu for an old fisherman. Everyone in Su Lu thinks I'm going to starve. He wrote me such a poem to make my old man's life better."

A group of scholars looked excited and spoke envious words one after another. How could they not meet everyone Su? Everyone Su was kind and made a poem for themselves.

……

The waterway became narrow. Standing on the boat, the stones on both sides seemed within reach, as if the boat could hit the stones with a little force.

"Old man, how are you doing now? Xiao Sun is still short of milk?"

Su Lu stood on the side of the ship, shouted and asked the old man not far away.

Looking at the old man's situation, it should be the old man he met when writing poetry that day. Looking at his appearance surrounded by people, his life should be much better.

The old man stood up, looked at the big ship on the waterway and ran to the shore excitedly. He thought of the possibility that the storyteller said. One day, the Su family passed by Tuhai River. What should he say.

"Everyone Su, my life is very good. Thank you for saving my life."

"Thank you for saving my family. Thank you for your grace. Lao Lu will never forget it all his life. Lao Lu kowtowed to adults here."

The old fisherman knelt on the shore and kowtowed in the direction of Su Lu.

It can't be wrong. This is Su Lu, the benefactor who wrote a poem in the snow and saved his own life because of a poem.

But the meaning of little sun sucking is that my little sun is about to marry a woman. What kind of milk do you eat.

Well, is what Su said

What a shame