Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

The car of Da Song and his relatives drove out of Bianliang and slowly headed north. It was getting colder along the way, and when it approached the Mongolian border, it started to snow, and the journey inevitably became more and more delayed.But no one can do anything about the matter of God, even the elite soldiers and cavalry of the Liao Kingdom can only slow down when encountering the sky full of snow.

Zhan Zhao rode on the horse, his figure was tall and straight, and he didn't see the hardship of the journey at all.

The weather was too cold, so Zhan Zhao put on the fox fur that Bai Yutang gave him, and it really felt much warmer.

I should have worn the clothes bestowed by the emperor first, but they were bright yellow. It looked like royal things, and I was very uncomfortable wearing them, especially when I saw the envious and respectful expressions of other guards who accompanied the convoy. Zhan Zhao couldn't stand the eyes, so he simply didn't wear them.

Now it's good to think of Bai Yutang.

The sky is a bit gloomy, and it looks like the snow will continue to fall for a while. Zhan Zhao was born in the south of the Yangtze River. Although he has gone out to handle cases in recent years, it is really rare for such a long time. Although the Saibei Desert is also unique, but The weather is also cold.

Zhan Zhao gradually felt cold even if he protected his body with internal energy.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a guard patted his horse and said, "Master Zhan, Master Fan will ask you to come to the car to discuss something later."

Zhan Zhao hurriedly put away his thoughts, turned his horse's head and arrived in front of the sedan chair that Fan Bo was riding behind the wedding car, and just bent over, the cotton curtain was lifted, revealing Fan Bo's chubby face, and said with a smile: "Master Zhan has worked hard!" ,Get in the car."

Fan Bo looked chubby and harmless to humans and animals, but Zhan Zhao knew that he was also a master with unique skills, so he didn't show politeness to him right away, got off his horse, jumped up and got into the carriage.

The charcoal stove was burning in the carriage, it was very warm, Zhan Zhao sighed comfortably: "It's so warm."

Fan Bo squinted his eyes slightly, and said: "Sit down and warm up." Then he turned his hand and took out a flagon, and said, "How about a drink?"

Zhan Zhao rubbed his hands and shook his head, "I can't drink alcohol because of business, let's talk about when we can send the princess to Daliao safely."

Fan Bo poured a glass of wine nonchalantly, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "You are a dead-headed person. With your drinking capacity, three or five glasses of wine are just to warm your body. How can you be so particular about going out?"

Zhan Zhao patted him with a smile, and said, "If Mr. Bao sees you like this, I'm afraid he will never think that the pedantic student he likes turns out to be so glib."

Fan Bo said: "In front of others, I still look like an old pedant. The officials in the court need me who are a bit pedantic and ruthless. In fact, I am also a kind of tact. Others say that Fan Bo is just like that. If you are a nerd, you won't care too much about my harsh words, and you won't be too guarded against my tricks, so I can do something better for the common people by keeping myself alone."

Zhan Zhao admired this from the bottom of his heart and said, "I knew that a person with a clever heart like Uncle Fan would not give birth to a pedantic teacher, but unfortunately I have been in the court for a long time and I can't learn your skills."

Fan Bo said with a smile: "It's best for you to maintain the essence of a knight-errant in the quack. From the emperor to the common people, everyone likes a down-to-earth person like you. Blessed people don't have to worry about the way to survive."

Zhan Zhao sighed, and asked, "Hey, what did you ask me to discuss?"

Fan Bo said: "It's okay, I just asked you to get in the car to keep warm. You see, this is the difference between civil servants and military officials. We are both of the fourth rank. I warm up and drink in the car, but you have to brave the wind and snow outside. You It's just too straightforward, in fact, you can find any excuse to sit in my car and rest for a while, who can say anything?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head lightly, and said, "We have different responsibilities and division of labor. Of course we can't treat them equally. I accept it kindly. I don't have anything to do. I'll go back first."

Fan Bo grabbed Zhan Zhao and said, "Look, you're always like this. When you came out, Mr. Bao told me to take good care of you. I know that you don't care about yourself. You're getting excited before you finish talking here—if you have something to say, I really have something to tell you!"

Zhan Zhao looked back at him, Fan Bo hurriedly put on a serious expression, and after a while Zhan Zhao said helplessly, "Okay, let's talk about something."

Only then did Fan Bo let go of his hand, opened the curtains of the car and looked at the gray sky outside, and sighed with frowned eyebrows: "This snow has no end to it, and we have such a large group of carriages and horses moving slowly. Liao's elite soldiers lead the way, but they always feel uneasy after a long delay."

Zhan Zhao followed the car curtain to look at the line of snow and fog, and couldn't help but feel relieved, but said: "No one can say anything about the weather, and there is nothing we can do..."

Fan Bo said: "It's just that the snowy road is slippery and difficult to walk, the key is—" Fan Bo lowered his voice, and slowly spit out the words "Xixia!"

Zhan Zhao's heart tightened suddenly, he stared at Fan Bo without saying a word, Fan Bo said sternly: "Song Liao's marriage is the last thing Xixia wants to see, it would be very good for him if he can mess up this beautiful matter, Along the way, I was worried that Xixia would have some kind of conspiracy. Fortunately, the front is still safe, but now it is far away from the Song Dynasty. The Mongolian border has always been a place where ethnic minorities gather. There are many people and things that we are not familiar with. If Xixia wants to This is the last chance to find any trouble, and if you go further north, you will reach the border of Daliao, and the small country of Xixia dare not play tricks on the land of Daliao."

Zhan Zhao frowned slightly, looked at Fan Bo, and the two fell silent.

The sky was filled with red clouds, and the darkness was pressing down.

At the end of the clouds, Yang Jian's black robe moved with the wind, and his whole figure was hidden in the clouds.

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