After dressing as a widow

These water bandits were divided into teams of more than a dozen people, and they attacked nine ships including the ship Lin Zhen and the others were on at the same time. Except for their ship, there was no loss of personnel, but a few crew members suffered a little. Injured, other boats were killed by water bandits, for a while, the wide river was full of crying.

But everyone still has to move forward. If you stay here, you don't know if you will encounter more water bandits.

As night fell, a canoe cautiously rowed out from the boat Lin Zhen and the others were on, and a moment later pierced through the thick water mist and approached.

Wei San, who was waiting at the bottom of the cabin, saw the person being picked up safely by Cheng Zi, and finally relaxed his hands hanging by his side, and knelt down on one knee with folded fists: "Cao Min pays homage to His Highness, Your Highness is thousand years old."

"Cough cough cough——" Cheng Zi took him back, wearing a black cloak that completely covered his body, and took off the hood on his head, revealing a pale, obviously pessimistic face. A noble and handsome face.

The man looked at Wei San with gratified and complicated eyes: "I didn't expect that you would hang the silver moon flag, Wei San, are you planning to go back?"

Wei San knelt on the ground with one knee and lowered his head: "Your Highness, this is the grassroots' own business. If you don't worry about your highness, your highness still cares about your body."

Hearing that he called himself a grass-roots man, the noble and handsome young man's eyes dimmed. Wei San, the second son of the Duke of Wei, had a dissolute temperament since he was a child, but he was quite talented in the military and fighting. At the age of 13, he carried his luggage and concealed it Wei Guogong and the others ran to the frontier fortress, and they changed from a small soldier to a fourth-rank military officer.

But now Wei San would rather be a merchant than return to Duke Wei's mansion.

I don't even want to have anything to do with his cousin.

Because the aunt who loved him as much as his own child since childhood, his concubine mother was sent to a dead end by the Wei family, and her own life was bought by concubine mother with her own.

The eleventh prince of Dayu, Qin Ziwen looked at his cousin and said nothing.

Wei San didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he asked Cheng Zi to help him, and walked to the room where he lived. All three of them were tall, and they all bowed their heads. When they were in the room, Wei San told Cheng Zi : "Go and call Mr. Zhang."

"Yes." Cheng Zi was the person who followed Wei San, and he knew Qin Ziwen's identity very well, so he quickly called Mr. Zhang over after receiving his orders.

Mr. Zhang saw Qin Ziwen knelt down subconsciously, and was supported by Qin Ziwen: "Now I am a bereaved dog. If Xiaoxun hadn't rescued me, I would have died under the knife of those people. There is no need to be polite."

He was born with a gentle temper, and was often said to be cowardly and good at women's hands among the princes, but in front of Wei San and the others, he suddenly showed his edge.

Wei San said beside him: "Mr. Zhang, if you don't show him, we will have to throw him into the river tomorrow to feed the fish."

Mr. Zhang was frightened by his words and hurried forward. The cloak on Qin Ziwen's body had been taken off, revealing the gray-brown short brown of ordinary people underneath, and the short brown was soaked by water, with dark blood stains printed on his chest. , waist, abdomen, back, dangerous and dangerous fatal injuries everywhere.

Wei San's corner of his eyes became serious, and he frowned: "Aren't you sent to Syria to inspect the salt road? How did it happen?"

In fact, Wei San wanted to ask this question when he received the secret letter from the carrier pigeon office. According to what he knew, because Qin Ziwen took the position of a servant in the household department, he was sent to various places this summer to check salt. Dao said, there are Hubu Shangshu and Hubu Langzhong, who are personally approved by the sage, and they will be chased and killed. Who has such courage.

Qin Ziwen's eyes were gloomy, and he didn't hide it from him: "On the surface, we went to check the salt roads everywhere, but in fact there was only one destination, Xuzhou. Xuzhou is the place where Dayu produced the most salt, but the four or five years in a row The salt tax that was handed in did not meet the requirements, and the discrepancy was very large. The task of our group is to find out the main people and forces involved in the complex, and wait for the emperor to deal with the matter."

"We did find some things, but we were chased by the forces behind us. Except for me who escaped from Xuzhou under the protection of the guards, Hubu Shangshu, Hubu's Langzhong, and others have all died in Xuzhou."

The dignified eleventh prince of Dayu, the second-rank senior official of the household department, was killed at will, and even chased him for thousands of miles to come here. He vowed not to stop until he was killed.

It can be seen how rampant and fearless the people behind it are.

And if Wei San and the others happened to appear here, Qin Ziwen would not be able to escape a word of death.

Wei San said: "Do you know who did it?"

Qin Ziwen replied to him: "I know five or six points, and there are many things involved in the Xuzhou matter. Even if I go back to Beijing, I will have to face several people."

"Some of them want what is in my hand, and some want to destroy what is in my hand, but my life is not important to them."

"Then what do you want?" Wei San couldn't help clenching his hands on his knees. Qin Ziwen was a few years older than him. He used to be in Beijing. When he was young, he often went to the palace to visit his aunt, and followed Qin Ziwen all day long. Cousin called him behind him, and called him Eleventh Prince without following the etiquette at all.

The relationship between the two is no worse than that of brothers, otherwise Wei San would not have asked people to search the river with all their strength after receiving the secret letter.

"——" Mr. Zhang was dealing with the wound on Qin Ziwen's body, Qin Ziwen endured it, and said after a while, "Naturally, everything is done according to the will of the Holy One."

Wei San exploded immediately: "You still think of him as your father? If it wasn't for him, how could your mother and concubine die!"

Qin Ziwen looked far away and did not reply to his words.

Wei San was so angry that his chest heaved violently, he stood up and opened the door to go out. As soon as he went out, he saw Gu Lin who was carrying a basin and was about to enter the house from outside.

Wei San's expression darkened. He fought side by side with Gu Lin today. Only then did he realize that being called a martial arts genius by too many people made him really sit on the sidelines. This fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy can be called a monster. I'm afraid I can't keep him, and I will be seriously injured.

And the ear power of a martial arts practitioner is incomparable to that of ordinary people, perhaps everything from Qin Ziwen being picked up by Cheng Zi to what they said just now fell into this person's ears.

Wei San became murderous.

Gu Lin, who was holding a basin, looked back at him across several rooms, opened the door and went in.

The boat swayed with the surface of the water, and the sound of the nearby boats came along the wind, which made the uninjured Lin Zhen and others feel unbearable, and did not fall asleep all night.

Lin Zhen got up early the next morning, stood on the deck wearing a cloak, and looked at the white mist.

Gu Lin got up earlier than him, and Gu Lin, who had already washed up, handed him the baked buns with pickles. After so many days on the boat, Lin Zhen gradually got used to it, and the symptoms of seasickness were not as obvious as before.

Seeing that the pickles he had eaten yesterday were still there, Lin Zhen took the baked buns: "Haven't you finished eating the pickles in the bamboo tube?"

"Not much left." In fact, the pickles in the bamboo tube moved a little today, and they were caught in the steamed buns given to him. Gu Lin knew that eating pickles would make him feel better when he was seasick, so he told Zhong Yan and put the pickles in aside.

Lin Zhen, who felt a slight churn in his stomach, took a bite of the steamed bun and found that after so many days of fermentation, the salty taste of the pickles became stronger, and several flavors were intertwined together, making it more delicious.

That is, at this time in winter, in summer, this kind of mixed pickles should be eaten as soon as possible in two or three days, otherwise it will be over-fermented and too salty to eat.

Suddenly, just as Lin Zhen ate half a steamed bun, the owner of the ship, Boss Wei Sanwei, came out of the cabin and walked to Gu Lin's side: "I have something to ask this little brother, don't you Get busy."

Lin Zhen looked at Wei San who was talking to Gu Lin, and was a little puzzled, what could Wei San ask Gu Lin for.

Gu Lin: "Not busy."

"Then come with me." Wei San didn't sleep well last night, and several thoughts flashed through his head one by one without any conclusion, so he just came to Gu Lin directly. Naturally, it was also because Gu Lin didn't hesitate yesterday. Rescuing the people on the other boats gave him a fairly good impression, and asked him to give himself and Gu Lin a room to discuss, otherwise he would have made other decisions already.

Gu Lin talked to Lin Zhen, followed Wei San into the cabin, and went to a secluded corner.

"Did you see it last night? Did you hear it too?" Wei San didn't hesitate and asked directly.

Gu Lin nodded without denying it.

Wei San's expression suddenly became extremely dangerous, and the unruly mustache returned to its original place.

Gu Lin glanced at him: "You want to kill someone to silence you."

"I'm not interested in what I see or hear. I have nothing to do with you when I get off this ship, and you can't keep me. I can kill you with all my strength."

Wei San froze, knowing that Gu Lin was telling the truth, he was not sure to keep Gu Lin, if Gu Lin fought desperately, he would be the one who died.

Wei San clicked his tongue and scratched his hair: "Who the hell are you? I don't believe that people with such martial arts are unknown."

"As you can see and know, the students who went to Beijing to rush for the exam." Looking at his expression, Gu Lin knew that he had given up the plan to silence himself, and said with a straight face.

It was only then that Wei San remembered the reason why they boarded the boat. Wang Dayou, who had saved his life, asked him to take them to the capital, saying that a few juniors in his family were going to participate in this year's hospital examination.

That being said, this person is really a student.

Thinking of Gu Lin's martial arts, Wei San muttered and complained for a while, and subconsciously asked, "How is your reading, compared with your martial arts?"

Gu Lin didn't answer his topic, and left after proving that he was not interested in the words of the person they rescued.

Wei San looked at Gu Lin's back, went back to the room where Qin Ziwen lived, and told him what happened just now.

Qin Ziwen listened to the meaning of his words and praised the young man very much, saying: "Whether he has any thoughts on this matter or not, but he didn't get in touch with those people so quickly when he just entered the capital, as long as I don't leave the emperor's side, even if he has seen I, too, cannot pose a threat to me."