Chapter 7 The young man walking out of the tent

Two days later, Fan Xian and his party were about to leave Qingzhou. This trip required deep into the grassland, so it was naturally not convenient to ride a carriage. Except for the carriage that pulled goods, the other merchants rode on horseback. During these two days, Mu Fenger had naturally established a relationship with the merchants and decided to set out all the way.

This morning, when a large number of caravans began to leave the city one by one, the Qingzhou cavalry who had returned from the city to fight rabbits happened to return to the city, and the two teams passed by.

The cavalry did not look at these merchants in person. Although sometimes the boss would send these cavalry to escort these merchants for a long time, in more cases, the two sides rarely had any dealings. Without the escort of the Qing army, these merchants might be safer.

Ye Ling'er, who had a little tired face, rode on the horse, and her hair leaked out of her helmet, mixed with sweat, and was a little sticky. She pulled it with her fingers, and subconsciously glanced at the caravan at the city gate.

Just one glance, it seemed to be attracted by a magnet. Ye Ling'er frowned and looked at a young businessman standing next to the horse in the caravan with some confusion. The businessman was wearing a cotton coat, ordinary and not very dazzling, but Ye Ling'er always felt a little strange.

From this perspective, only the back of the young businessman was seen. It was this back that made Ye Ling'er discover the other party's true identity. Her face suddenly changed, and a few complicated emotions flashed in her pupils.

It's Fan Xian.

Why can Ye Ling'er discover Fan Xian so easily? Because Fan Xian is her master, she once taught her a little trick for a year, and Ye Ling'er taught the Ye family's big chopping coffin to the other party without any hiding. Her palms intersected and her body fought each other, and they became familiar with each other's movement habits and physical characteristics to a very terrible level.

Ye Ling'er stared at the back in a daze, biting her lip, suppressing her emotions, and not riding a horse forward, swinging her whip, calling her master, and crying.

Because she knew that since Fan Xian had come to Qingzhou City in disguise and did not come to see her, then doing the land must not be a private matter. Instead, the court had an extremely important task, and the Supervision Bureau wanted to make some noise on the grassland.

If it weren't for an extremely important thing, a son like Fan Xian would never take such a big risk and go deep into the grassland. Ye Ling'er is no longer the flying little girl back then. She has become much more mature, so she would not point out Fan Xian's identity in front of everyone. She just looked at the back deeply and then led the horse in silence and headed towards the prefecture.

After entering the prefecture, before she could rest for a while, she spoke, "The General Dingzhou Mansion ordered Qiuzhao a few days ago. It's time for us to do something."

A general listened on the side, feeling cold, thinking that the lady is getting more and more cruel now, but she just attacked overnight. The people were so tired that they explained: "The general's mansion is clear, and Qingzhou is not within the scope of this autumn hunt."

"Then let's do it ourselves." Ye Ling'er lowered her head. She is not a little girl who comes to play now, but a female general in the army with many experiences. With her identity and origin, what she has made of her words must be considered seriously even if she is a direct boss.

No one knew why Ye Ling'er insisted that the Qingzhou army join the Qiushou area, because no one knew that the Supervisory Office mentioned that Fan Xian came to Qingzhou, left Qingzhou, and entered the grassland. Ye Ling'er's proposal was just to use Qingzhou cavalry to attract most of the Hu people's attention and protect the safety of the caravan along the way: "There are a lot of merchants this year. No one knows whether the Hu people will suddenly go crazy."

"The nobles of the Hu tribe are still counting on merchants to transport goods in continuously. How could they go crazy?" The general thought in his heart and frowned and said, "Don't worry about those merchants. If we send troops, we are afraid that it will bring them inconvenience."

Ye Ling'er didn't say anything, thinking that if the three roads entering the grassland were in chaos, it would make it easier for Fan Xian to do things. Although she didn't know why Fan Xian took the risk to enter the grassland, she only knew one thing: the master has always been the best at seeking the greatest benefit from chaos.

During these two or three days, many outsiders suddenly appeared in the Dingzhou base camp behind Qingzhou. Some of these people used land to be officials from various imperial departments, claiming to come to check the cost, some were merchants from all over the country, and some coolies who came to the West to hunt gold while the war was about to end.

The identities of these people are very messy, so they did not attract anyone's attention. They were just divided into many groups, and there was a leader in each group. Just as Fan Xian and his group left Qingzhou and began to move towards the grassland king's tent to find the man named Songzhi Immortal Order, these leading figures quietly entered the General's Mansion.

Today, there are important things in the General's Mansion. All the idle people were driven out of the mansion. Looking at the dozen people in different costumes and colors in the hall, General Li Hongcheng couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Fan Xian's work this time is really big."

All the people entering Dingzhou City were secret spies from the Supervisory Office. At this time, the general's mansion was the leader of various parts, but there was only one person who was qualified to sit on a chair under the hall. This person was middle-aged, and his hair had not yet grown up, but his eyes were a little tired. It seemed that he had worked extremely hard in a foreign country for the past three years.

The man looked at Li Hongcheng and bowed, saying, "The court thought that if he wanted to clear the spies in Dingzhou City, he had to use thunder means."

Li Hongcheng looked at this person and frowned and said, "But you can't come here in person. Deng Ziyue, if you are not in Shangjing, you suddenly arrive in Dingzhou. What should you do if the imperial court is in the north?"

Li Hongcheng has a noble status, but he is also polite to this middle-aged man because he knows that the other party is the chief of the secret spies in the Supervision Bureau in Northern Qi, and a more important identity is the leader of the Qi Nian team, one of Fan Xian's most powerful confidants now.

Yes, this official from the Supervision Bureau who was in charge of the elimination of traitors in Dingzhou was Deng Ziyue, who was sent to Northern Qi for more than two years by Fan Xian. He didn't know what was wrong with this operation, so he asked Fan Xian to transfer this person back.

"If I don't come back, how can I catch those people?" Deng Ziyue thought in his heart, but did not explain it to the prince. Because this matter not only involves the war between Xihu and Daqing, but also involves the powerful forces on the other side.

Fan Xian ordered him to go south, but he was not prepared to let him return to Shangjing again. What he needed was his infiltration of the Northern Qi Jinyiwei in Shangjing City in the past three years and his familiarity with the Northern Qi.

"The east of the desert is the Beihai." Mu Feng'er looked at the adult's frown slightly, knew what he was thinking, and said softly: "The vast Beihai is the Beiqi."

"I've been to the Beihai." Fan Xian looked over there, as if he was about to see the reeds in the Beihai, and said with a slight slightest: "This desert stretches thousands of miles, and it is said that no one can pass through it alive. Although the Beihai is beautiful, it is endless. If you want to cross it, it will be even more difficult. I have been thinking about this question... From Northern Qi to Xihu. How should I go?"

"First enter the border south, then go straight to Dingzhou from northwest of Kyoto, and then to Qingzhou into the grassland, and then we will reach where we are now." Mu Fenger obviously put in some effort in Kyoto and said, "It takes a long time, but it is very convenient. It is more feasible than forcing the North Sea and passing through the desert."

"But the Xihu King's tent and the two wise kings will never trust a person from the Central Plains who came from Qing Kingdom." Fan Xian said coldly: "It is extremely difficult to win the trust of the Hu people who seem enthusiastic but are actually suspicious, so I am very curious about how they did it."

Within ten days of the next land, the caravan marched towards the depths of the grassland, and there was a scene of autumn grass everywhere. Occasionally, nomadic people were seen, with hundreds of cattle and sheep, like white clouds, floating on the slightly undulating meadow, with great beauty and tranquility.

This place is no longer a place where the Xihu and the Qing army fight. So it gradually reveals the feeling of a paradise outside the border.

After passing two large tribes on the way, the merchants of Qing Kingdom sold a lot of goods, and the entire caravan seemed much lighter and faster. However, no merchants sold out the goods. They returned along the way because the lighter the most valuable goods, and if they wanted to sell them at a high price, they could only go to the Hu people's tent.

Along the way, Fan Xian paid great attention to the attitude of the Hu people towards his caravan, because this involved important matters in the future. He found that the Hu people's eyes were still a little bad when they looked at the Central Plains merchants, and even contained deep hatred.

The blood debts that have been in the past thousand years are simply impossible to wash away with gems and tea.

However, the head priests and nobles in the tribe had much better attitude towards the Central Plains merchants. After Mu Feng'er's little inquiry, people from the old business shops learned that this attitude change only started more than a year ago.

It seems that the Xihu King's tent finally understood the importance of trade, and spoke to the tribes, strictly prohibiting them from harassing caravans entering the grassland. Even in some dangerous areas, they must be responsible for dispatching elite tribes to protect these caravans.

A year ago, there was a poor small tribe who could not stand the temptation of the Central Plains caravans. He secretly attacked and robbed many goods, which made the tent furious. He directly sent troops to suppress or slaughter. A small tribe did not survive even one person.

It is also a bloody example that allows everyone on the grassland to understand the determination of the king's tent and fundamentally ensure the safety of the Central Plains caravan. Since then, although some bad eyes can still be seen on the grassland, the Central Plains merchants have never ushered in any dangerous swords.

This is a very long-term arrangement, and Fan Xian secretly admires it. He knew that although the caravans now sell some luxury goods, they are not free of business. As long as the business roads on the grassland are kept smooth, who knows whether the merchants from Qing State and even the Eastern Yi and Northern Qi will secretly import life and military supplies into the grassland due to their interests, regardless of the Qing State's ban.

If this continues, the border ban will be relaxed, and the power of the Hu people will become stronger day by day.

On this day, the tent of the king finally arrived. Looking at the crescent sea under the lonely mountain, the small desert next to the sea, and a large green grassland, Fan Xian was also a little dazed by such a beautiful scenery. The tent of the king was indeed different from ordinary places, and there was a unique pattern between heaven and earth.

Especially those green grasslands, Fan Xian felt very strange. This is autumn, why is the grass still green?

On the other side of Gushan, countless cattle and sheep are scattered on the wide grassland.

The girls from Hu tribe were washing pottery utensils by the Crescent Sea, preparing to welcome guests from the Central Plains.

It was quiet, and the sky seemed to be much lower than other places, and even touched the ground of the grassland. The autumn wind was slight, and the grass was low, making it very refreshing.

Fan Xian walked off the horse, looked at an ordinary inspector's official behind him, smiled, turned his head, looked at the beautiful scene in front of him, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Xihu Erlang brought this hard-working businessman in the Central Plains to the tents by the Crescent Sea, and gave them some rest. He said sincerely that after some time, the king would personally host a banquet to entertain these distinguished guests.

This caravan should be considered the largest caravan in the entire autumn, so the entertainment of the tent was very attentive.

But Fan Xian always felt a little strange in his heart. The attitude of the Xihu people seemed to be a little too good. Could it be that the Songzhi Immortal Order really had such a profound impact on the king's tent?

After a little food, Fan Xian rubbed his stomach, walked out of the tent, walked to the meadow beside the Crescent Sea, and squinted his eyes to the surrounding scenery. His current identity is a businessman. Except for the fact that he cannot be peeked in the vicinity of the king's tent, Xihu did not forbid these Central Plains merchants to stroll around - no one on the grassland knew him, so there was no need to worry about safety at all, and his mood naturally became lighter.

"The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast..."

After only six words, he was disturbed by a shouting beside him. Fan Xian looked back and saw a young man walking quickly to him and shouting hurriedly.
Chapter completed!