Chapter 349: Chapter 349 Who will save me?

Chapter 349: Chapter 349 Who will save me?After the sun set, the sky remained dark for quite a long time before it was replaced by night. On a hillside with high terrain, the delegation lit a bonfire and set up a tent.

The women did not get off the carriage, but slept in the carriage wrapped in a thin blanket. Xu Qi'an and other senior officials stayed in the tent, and the guards on the lower level slept around the bonfire.

Fortunately, it was mid-spring, and the night was neither cold nor hot, and the wind was blowing, which was quite comfortable. There were just more mosquitoes, which liked these strong "fat sheep" very much.

The sound of "pa pa" continued to ring, and the soldiers cursed and drove away the

mosquitoes.

When Xu Qi'an came back from his inspection and saw this scene, he knew that the delegation had not prepared mosquito-repellent herbs. At most, they had some wound medicine for treating injuries and commonly used detoxification pills.

As for the mosquito-repellent herbs, they could not be so refined.

"Why are there so many mosquitoes?" The Dali Temple Secretary came out of the tent in a white single-piece dress and complained:

"How can I sleep with the buzzing of insects in my ears? How can I sleep?"

Living a life of luxury is a common problem for civil servants. Earlier on the boat, although there were some shaking and bumping, they were all minor problems and could be endured.

Traveling by land is much more difficult. There is no big bed, no coffee table, no delicate food, and you have to endure mosquito bites.

When the two censors heard the Dali Temple Secretary's complaint, they immediately came out to echo him, frowning: "It's unbearable, unbearable."

At this time, it seemed how stupid Xu Qian'an's proposal was. If they didn't change to the land route, they would still be floating in the water, sleeping on a soft big bed and resting in a separate room.

Chu Xianglong, who was as strong as a sword, was not afraid of mosquito bites. He sneered: "Since we have chosen to take the land route, we must bear the corresponding consequences. We have only walked for one day. It is still not too late to change the route to the water route." Xu Qian'an took out a handful of special spices and said loudly: "I have insect repellent spices here. Take a piece and throw it into the bonfire to drive away mosquitoes."

The soldiers were overjoyed and received spices from Xu Qian'an as required and threw them into the bonfire.

The spices burned slowly in the raging fire, and a slightly pungent fragrance spread. After a while, there were no mosquitoes around.

"Haha, there are really no mosquitoes. It's comfortable."

"Now I can sleep peacefully, thanks to Lord Xu."

Beside the bonfires, the soldiers did not hesitate to praise. Xu Yinluo's spices solved their immediate troubles. After there were no mosquito bites, the whole person felt comfortable. The sense of happiness starts from these small treatments. If a different official leader is replaced, he will definitely not care about the little troubles of these low-level soldiers.

He will not even think that if he does not sleep well at night, he will be tired tomorrow, and if he has to hurry on the road, the vicious cycle will lead to a decline in the combat effectiveness of the entire team.

The soldiers' sense of happiness increases, and they will also be fed back to the leaders, and they will be more respectful and identify with the leaders.

For example, when Xu Qian'an proposed to change the route and take a more difficult land route, the whole team complained privately, but excluding the hundred imperial guards, they did not complain at all.

This is recognition.

The two censors and the Dali Temple Secretary asked for a piece of spice, and returned to the tent to light it with an incense burner. The mosquito repellent effect was immediate, and the "buzzing" sound was no longer heard.

"Lord Xu even prepared such a little thing. He is indeed a master of solving cases and has a delicate mind."

The censor of the Censorate came out of the tent and praised loudly.

In the carriage not far away, the maids smelled a faint fragrance and said happily: "This smell

is quite good. Let's get some to burn and drive away mosquitoes."

"What are you getting? Xu Yinluo and General Chu are in conflict. Don't make trouble for yourself at this time." Another maid said.

"No, Xu Yinluo has a good personality and is especially gentle to us women." The maid said. "I'm talking about General Chu. We are people in the palace. We must know our identities. No matter how good Xu Yinluo is, we can't forget our identities. Do you understand?"

"Yes, and I heard that it was Xu Yinluo who wanted to change the land route that made us so hard. Really."

As soon as these words came out, the other maids denounced Xu Yinluo one after another, saying annoyingly.

The princess curled up in the corner and sneered disdainfully. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

These brainless maids have short-sighted eyes like toads and can only see the mosquitoes flying in front of them.

Although she was tired, she also doubted whether the water route was really dangerous, and she also doubted Xu Qi'an's judgment. But she firmly supported Xu Qi'an's decision.

It is better to suffer a little and suffer a little than to encounter danger

The Dali Temple Secretary lifted the curtain of the tent, looked at Xu Qi'an who was sitting with the soldiers, and asked: "How sure are you, Lord Xu?"

He was referring to the ambush on the water route, and tactfully reminded Xu Qi'an to consider the bet.

After all, it is soft to take people, and the Dali Temple Secretary and Xu Qi'an have no hatred. The main reason for not wanting him is that the Dali Temple Secretary and Xu Qi'an have a big grudge. As an official who makes a living under the Dali Temple Secretary, he has to sit

upright.

How can I be sure? Letting Yang Yan step on the trap is itself a test. Xu Qi'an shook his head slightly and said nothing.

An imperial censor said, "According to the time, Yang Jinluo should have arrived at Liushitan. He must have known whether there was an ambush. When will he meet us?"

Xu Qian'an said, "I left a secret code along the way, and he will follow it."

With Jinluo's speed, it won't take long to catch up with him by following the secret code. At the latest, he can catch up with him tomorrow morning, or as early as tonight.

Chu Xianglong and several civil servants fell silent, each thinking about their own things, waiting for Yang Yan's arrival.

After half an hour, everyone fell asleep, and the snoring sounded like frogs, one after another.

Xu Qian'an was alone, holding a dead branch, writing and drawing on the ground, thinking about how to investigate the case after going to the northern border.

After investigating the case, how to bring the evidence back to the capital without alarming the future of the King of Zhenbei.

The most troublesome thing about this matter is that he can do nothing about the King of Zhenbei, but it is easy for the King of Zhenbei to do anything to him.

It is understandable that the Dali Temple officials have a negative attitude towards the case. They probably just want to go through the motions and then return to the capital to report. It is unreasonable that there is not a single refugee after slaughtering three thousand miles of blood. I have to observe carefully all the way north. It is a foolish thing to go to the north.

Chu Xianglong firmly opposed me to take the land route. It may not be without this consideration. He wanted me to reach the northern border directly. Once I reach the northern border, I will become a puppet that can be manipulated by anyone.

Want to investigate the case privately?

Dreaming.

While his thoughts were flowing, he suddenly caught a wisp of qi fluctuations coming from a

distance.

Xu Qian'an stood up suddenly, and his right hand was faster than his brain, pressing the

handle of the black gold long sword.

On the other side, Chu Xianglong also opened his eyes, his eyes sharp.

The two did not make eye contact, but looked to the south together. In the dark night, a figure

walked slowly, carrying a silver spear, it was Yang Yan.

The moment they saw him, Xu Qi'an and Chu Xianglong showed their nervousness and

expectation.

The former bent down to pick up the water bag, went up to him, and said, "Boss, what's the

situation?"

Yang Yan took the water bag, drank it in one breath, and said in a deep voice, "There is an ambush on the Flowing Stone Beach, and the ship sank."

Sure enough, there was an ambush. What you fear is what will come true. Is Murphy's Law applicable to the entire universe? Xu Qi'an's heart sank, and the last bit of luck was gone.

Is there really an ambush?!

Chu Xianglong gripped the hilt of the knife, and the campfire reflected his slightly contracted

pupils.

"Boss, sit down first. I'll call the people from the three divisions over. They should listen

together and understand the situation." Xu Qi'an asked Yang Yan to sit down by the campfire and handed over the package of dry food.

Then, he entered the tents one by one and woke up the censor, the Dali Temple Secretary, and

the head of the Ministry of Justice, Chen.

Captain Chen came out of the tent and saw Yang Yan. Without thinking, he asked anxiously, "Yang Jinluo, did you encounter an ambush?"

The two censors and the Dali Temple Secretary stared at Yang Yan.

"There is an ambush on Liushitan, and the ship sank. If we don't change the route, we will be

wiped out today." Yang Yan's face was solemn.

There really is an ambush, there really is an ambush. The Dali Temple Secretary's heart sank

to the bottom of the valley.

The whole army was wiped out? The two censors' faces changed slightly, and they suddenly

looked at Xu Qi'an and bowed, saying, "Thanks to Lord Xu's alertness, he judged the ambush in advance and let us escape."

Captain Chen of the Ministry of Justice looked at Xu Qi'an with more admiration in his eyes, and was convinced by the enemy of his immediate superior.

"Let's talk in the tent." The Dali Temple Secretary suggested.

Xu Qi'an nodded, called Chen Xiao who had already woken up, and ordered: "Don't sleep

tonight, everyone cheer up and patrol well."

Chen Xiao heard the whole process and understood the seriousness of the matter. He nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, sir."

Xu Qi'an immediately followed everyone into the tent

The princess, who was curled up in the corner of the carriage, was awakened by a noisy sound

of footsteps, armor colliding, and discussions.

The maids in the same carriage had woken up and gathered at the window to watch.

"What happened in the middle of the night?"

"Didn't you sleep well just now? Why did you suddenly go out for patrol?"

The princess was startled, lifted the thin blanket, rubbed her eyes, pushed open the door of

the carriage, and jumped out of the carriage carefully.

She caught a group of imperial guards who were about to go out for patrol and asked, "What

are you doing?"

The soldier at the front looked at her and said, "Yang Jinluo is back. It is said that he was ambushed in Liushitan and his boat sank."

A soldier behind added, "If Lord Xu hadn't changed the route, we would all be finished

today."

The princess was shocked and felt a strong sense of fear.

There was really an ambush, and it was aimed at me. Fortunately, he was there and he reacted

early. She patted her chest, and at this moment, she felt a strong sense of security.

The ordinary princess took a deep breath and turned back to the carriage. "You went to ask, right? What happened to them?" The maids asked hurriedly.

"There was an ambush on the waterway and the boat sank." The princess said lightly.

In the carriage, exclamations were heard everywhere, and the maids showed fear.

"Why, why is there an ambush? Why ambushed us?"

"Luckily, Lord Xu was smart and took us by land early."

The maids were talking about it.

The princess wrapped herself in a thin blanket, curled up in a corner, hugged her shoulders,

and shivered slightly.

She felt the cold in the dark night, the cold from the bottom of her heart.

Who will save me?