Soldiers Card System

Su Lu and his entourage first took a car out of the city. After arriving at the Beicheng Wharf, they boarded the boat, walked down the sweat, turned into the Tuhai River, and then turned to Dongting Lake to reach Beiyang County.

At night, there was silence on the North City Pier, except for the arranged official ship, there was no other ship in sight.

Mrs. Ye, who escorted Su Lu, dressed in the green robe of the Forbidden Military Academy Officer Lake, clasped her fist and said to Su Lu.

"Master Hou, we are instructed to only send it here, and Su Ge's guards will be responsible for the next waterway. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, so don't pass by."

Su Lu looked at the dark surface of the river, and suddenly thought of the Jiang Xue he wrote on the road to Beijing. Madam Ye has done her best to protect herself these days.

"Bring paper and pen."

Su Lu ordered.

Er Niu Xiao Si'er hurriedly turned around and went back to prepare paper and pen.

Madam Ye’s eyes flashed brightly, and her sincerity really touched Master Hou. Did Master Hou write a poem specifically for herself, praising the story of her lurking patience, revenge for her husband, or seeing herself as a heroine and fighting bravely? The story of the enemy.

"Bah Bah Bah"

Mrs. Ye's face blushed, what she was thinking about.

Su Lu took the written Jiang Xue out, handed it to Madam Ye and said:

"This was written by me on the road to Beijing that day when I saw an old man by the river braving the heavy snow to fish for a living. I hope this poem will improve the life of the old man."

Madam Ye's face was dim when she heard this, she really didn't write it specifically for herself, she seemed to have to work harder to make deeds worthy of Master Hou's writing.

After receiving Jiang Xue's words, Mrs. Ye placed it close to her body: "I will paste it up when I go back, and hang it in the main hall as the treasure of the town house."

Zuo Baoxiang, the governor of the Dongcheng Daying Camp next to him, looked envious: "Master Hou, the same is here to give people away. You can't favor one and the other."

Madam Ye snorted and faced Zuo Baoxiang directly: "What are you, you deserve to be compared with me."

Su Lu's heart is about to suffer. Madam Ye is very talkative when she talks to herself. She thought she was a good talking old woman, but she didn't expect that it was not the case at all. She was so swearing at her exit. Great.

Zuo Baoxiang made a big face and wanted to tease a few ruthless words, but thinking of Mrs. Ye's name, Zuo Dudu slid aside.

The devil can't provoke, can't provoke.

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

Madam Ye stretched out her hand and took out a waist card from her arms, and held it to Zuo Baoxiang's face:

"According to an order, with the cooperation of Zuo Baoxiang, the governor of the East City Camp, guard the Beicheng Wharf and guard against the remnants of the Tang Dynasty Xuanjia Army."

Following the light of the torch, Zuo Baoxiang saw clearly the appearance of the waist card, his face changed drastically, his face was solemn as he clasped his fists.

"Zuo Baoxiang, the governor of Dongcheng Daying, takes the lead."

After the salute, Zuo Baoxiang asked cautiously: "Dare to ask Daxia Ye, has the Xuanjia Army arrived in the capital?"

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

"The old soldiers of your four-cities big camp can't even look at the door, and they don't know if they were mixed in by the Xuanjia Army. Humph, according to the Dingxiang Army's intelligence, the Xuanjia Army entered the city three days ago, just to take Hou away tonight. Lord, all their escape routes are ready."

Zuo Baoxiang was taken aback. Tang's elite Xuanjia army was unexpectedly coming to grab Lord Suhou. There was no reason, no reason.

He is not handsome, so why did the little lady of Tang's envoy look after Master Hou?

The night is getting dark, and the four fields are silent, except for the occasional croaking of frogs on the shore and the rattling sound of the oars piercing the water.

Su Lu asked Su Ge, who was in charge of escorting him this time: "Your princess drove me to the capital in such a hurry, what happened?"

Su Ge was gnawing on a drumstick, and said with a smile.

"It's not because of Tang's envoys. According to reports, the Xuanjia army that sneaked into the capital is already gathering. According to reliable sources, these people are going to do it to you tonight. The Emperor Tang is determined to get him a poem for the Tang Dynasty. "

Su Lu looked dazed, and did it to me?

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

The mud and the two girls next to them looked dumbfounded. The poems written by Hou Ye were so powerful that all the people from Tang Dynasty came to rob them.

Nothing happened all night, and at dawn the next day, the ship finally turned to Tuhai River.

Su Ge's string that had been stretched all night finally loosened, and he ordered several guards to guard him, got into the cabin by himself, and went to sleep.

When Su Lu got up, the ship had been traveling on the Tuhai River for a long time.

The two sides of the strait are green, and there are occasional forest birds flying nearby and the sound of water waves.

"This is Tu Haijiang. Last time my brother was assassinated for the first time, it was here. I saw the stone where my brother was assassinated."

Su Yun said excitedly.

The second mud girl, the fourth and the others huddled together, discussing from the side of the ship.

"Hey, there is an old fisherman over there fishing, so he is very happy."

"Isn't Jiang Xue just writing for this old man, why hasn't his family situation improved?"

"Isn't Hou Ye's poem not very useful here? Didn't Xiaoliweng's old fisherman improve his family?"

As the boat goes forward, there are mountains and peaks on both sides of the strait.

The old man who was fishing was wearing a hat with a few buckets beside him, and the fishing rod in his hand was up and down. Around the old man, there were many beautifully dressed scholars.

"I just go fishing here."

The old man was saying:

"I was shivering from the freezing in the heavy snow that day, thinking that I was going to die. Not only would I be frozen to death, the whole family had no fish soup, but I would starve to death."

The old man was wiping his tears, his face looked like an afterthought.

The surrounding scholars applauded in cooperation, we all know that, you can quickly go on to the back.

The old man cleared his throat and continued speaking: "At this moment, I suddenly heard a sound on the river surface."

"Thousands of birds flew extinct, thousands of people disappeared, lonely boats and small boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

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

After considering it, the old man continued:

"This is what Su Lu wrote for me, an old fisherman. Su Lu saw that I was about to starve to death and wrote me such a poem to make my old man's life better."

A group of scholars were very excited, and they all said admiringly, why couldn't they meet the Su family, Su family was kind, and wrote a poem for themselves.

...

The waterway became narrower, and standing on the boat, the stones on both sides seemed to be within reach, as if the boat could hit the stones with a little effort.

"Lao Zhang, how are you doing now, Xiao Sun is still short of milk?"

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

Looking at the situation of the old man, it should be the old man he met when he was writing poems that day. Looking at his appearance surrounded by everyone, his life should be better.

The old man stood up, looking at the big boat on the waterway, and ran to the shore excitedly, thinking of the possibility that Mr. Storyteller said, one day the Su family passed by the Tuhai River, what should he say.

"Everyone Su, my life is going well, thank you for saving my life."

"Thank you for saving my family, Mr. Xie's grace, Lao Lu will never forget it in his life, Lao Lu kowtow to the adults here."

The old fisherman knelt on the bank, kowtow in the direction of Su Lu.

You can't go wrong, this is Su Lu, the benefactor who wrote a poem in the snow and saved his family's life because of a poem.

But there are several meanings for the little grandson to eat milk. My little grandson is about to marry a wife, so what kind of milk are you eating?

Uh, what Su is saying...

So shameless...