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Chapter 830 Nie Xiaoju's Needlework

The county town of Anlai County was renovated after the Sui Dynasty destroyed the Shang Dynasty. At that time, this county town was flooded by the redirected Luo River, and most of the people in the city were buried at the bottom of the water. Even now, bones can be picked up from the wilderness from time to time. It is precisely because of that flood that the already dilapidated temples in the city have become even more dilapidated.

When Fang Jie stopped the ship and docked, Li Heita, the county magistrate of Anlai County who had received news before, had already brought people to wait on the shore with them. This was the first time they had welcomed the imperial envoy since they became officials, so both of them seemed very nervous. Of course, this pressure was not entirely for Fang Jie. Compared with the fact that the fourth-rank general of the left vanguard, Ye Jinnan, made them even more afraid.

In order to show respect, not only did the county magistrate and the magistrate come with other county officials and local gentry, but also organized a group of elderly people over 60 to line up to welcome them. This is a very wonderful method, and local officials have tried it out. Although this is the first time Sun Maocai and Li Heita have welcomed the imperial envoy, this method has not been heard of.

First, welcoming older people means enough respect. In the past, when the emperor traveled, he would have made such arrangements in a certain place.

Second, this is a good way to show political achievements. Let older and healthy elderly people come out to welcome them. This means that local officials are good at governing, and the people are all living so old and healthy, which fully demonstrates that parents and officials are doing things seriously.

Although Fang Jie was the first time he was an imperial envoy, he encountered too many such methods along the way.

He talked to every old man gently and politely, asking some questions about his parents. For example, is there enough food to eat, how good is the health, and the children in the family are still filial. These officials are already familiar with the East and West, but compared to the ordinary officials, his sincerity on his face is not a trace of artificiality.

The welcome ceremony was simple and grand, without any flaws.

Fang Jie climbed onto the carriage and headed towards Anlai County. The imperial guards and flying fish robe in bright clothes and angry horses made people afraid of it, but it was also a display of royal majesty. The imperial envoy traveled instead of the emperor. Even if the imperial envoy was not of high rank, he did not have to salute even if he was facing a governor.

Because of the wind, it was a little later than expected. When the team entered the city, it was already slightly darker. Fang Jie and others did not go to the county government but went directly to the residence arranged by Sun Maocai. This was a yard specially vacated by local gentry. Although it was not big, it was full of the unique style of Jiangnan water towns.

Because I had to stay for a day, Fang Jie did not refuse the dinner arranged by the county magistrate. However, it was still early, so the group went to the residence to take a bath and rest.

This garden does not cover a large area, but although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs. Fang Jie had memories, it started from Dali City, Nanyan, but this was not the beginning of his life. He had no impression of where he went and where he fled before he woke up, but Chen Qingfan and the others said that it did not start from Yongzhou. The powerful man handed him over to Mu Xiaoyao at Chen Qingfan's sect.

At that time, the other protectors of Fangjie had already gathered together.

The sect of Chen Qingshan is located in Moshan, which is 600 miles away from Yongzhou. Moshan is located in Nanyan, south of Dali, the capital of Nanyan.

After washing up in his room, he changed into clean and refreshing clothes. Fang Jie sat on the chair and looked out the window a little lost. Anlai County is still five hundred miles away from Yongzhou, but the straight line is only seven or eight hundred miles away from Dali City. This is not far from the beginning of his life, and the closer he is, the more uncomfortable the complex feelings in his heart are.

Chen Qingfan would not lie to him. His escape journey began in Moshan. What is certain is that the powerful man handed him in his infancy to Mu Xiaoyao. How long has he been born at that time?

The memory before I arrived in Moshan was zero and I had no impression at all.

Fang Jie felt that he was being snatched by someone when he was conscious. Now that I think about it, Chen Qingfan, who was less than ten years old, wanted to throw him into the fire pit. At that time, Chen Qingfan's eyes were full of hatred.

Fang Jie vaguely felt that his soul had snatched the body of a baby. There was a huge secret hidden in this body, and his arrival actually affected the secret from the beginning. If he was the key, then this key had changed its taste.

Fang Jie fell into deep thought when he sat in the room, perhaps because this place touched his state of mind. He tried hard to think about what happened before he woke up, knowing that it was futile but he refused to give up. If he stole the child's body, then whose soul was the child's previous soul?

If Luo Yao took action personally, what is the relationship between this child and Luo Yao?

Fang Jie thought that he might be Luo Yao's illegitimate son. But seventeen years ago, Luo Yao's second son Luo Wen was already three or four years old, and even if he had another child, there was no need to let him escape. In the southwest, who could threaten Luo Yao?

So this is impossible.

Luo Wu was killed by Luo Yao with his own hands more than twenty years ago when he was not the general of the left vanguard. Three or four years after Luo Wu's death, Luo Yao had his second son Luo Wen, and three or four years later he had a good understanding...

It seems to be in touch, but there is actually no connection.

The closer he was to Yongzhou, the more worried and panic he felt in his heart became. He was looking forward to finding the truth here, but he was afraid to know the truth.

Just as his mind was getting heavier and heavier, Mu Xiaoyao knocked on the door outside.

"County magistrate Sun Maocai was waiting outside, saying that the banquet had been set up in Hexing Building."

"good"

Fang Jie shook his head and stood up, throwing away the chaos in his mind.

Fang Jie, wearing a regular suit, looked heroic and had no more tenderness on his face. He was still in his infancy when he left here, and was already an adult when he came back. Seventeen years passed by, who knew whether this was the starting point or the end point?

When he walked out of the room, he took a deep breath and told himself what the meaning of fear and worrying since he had come here?

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The southwest is very different from the customs of the Central Plains, such as traveling. The most widely used carriages in the north are horses and carriages. The Great Sui Dynasty cannot raise war horses, but horses in the northern region are not rare and rare. For example, in Chang'an City, there are carriages passing through the city specially carried passengers on every street. When you go to the south, you will naturally be a boat ride, but when you walk around the city, you will rely on a slide rod carried by manpower. The structure is very simple, two bamboo poles are tied to a chair and carried by two strong men.

Fang Jie had never seen such things when he started to escape, but he had never sat down. So when he saw the county magistrate waiting outside the door asked him to put on the slide rod, Fang Jie couldn't help but be stunned. Although the two men carrying the slide rod looked very strong and strong, he was still a little resistant to sitting on the East and West.

County Magistrate Sun Maocai saw Fang Jie hesitating for a moment, thinking that the upstart in Chang'an City was scared. He laughed in his heart and it turned out to be an embroidered pillow, but a smile appeared on his face and said, "Don't worry, sir, this thing is very safe. The two of them have been doing this business all year round and have never dropped anyone down."

Sun Maocai rarely saw such a noble man in Anlai County. In his impression, even if the general's son Luo Wen was not good, he would never be afraid of sitting on a slider.

The people who came from this capital were Jin Gui, but they didn't expect that a small slide rod would be difficult to hold on.

Fang Jie hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head: "I can walk."

Anlai County was not big at all, so the imperial envoy wanted to walk to Sun Maocai, so he was not easy to refuse. So he owed his body to lead the way, and everyone else followed Fang Jie. County magistrate Li Heita and Sun Maocai had the same idea, so he looked at Fang Jie's back and eyes with some contempt.

Just as his expression was revealed, he suddenly felt cold. He looked to the side and found that General Ye Jinnan was looking at him with a cold face.

To be honest, he pretended to be respectful to the imperial envoy, but he was afraid of the left vanguard from the bottom of his heart. So he immediately lowered his head and did not dare to be a little presumptuous.

The group walked towards Hexinglou, and along the way there were county corpses driving the passers-by. Fang Jie looked at the guys in front of him who were pretending to be powerful, without hiding the disgust in his eyes. Sun Maocai walked in front and turned around and talked to Fang Jie from time to time, so he naturally saw the expression on Fang Jie's face. He felt tight, but he didn't understand what the young nobleman was dissatisfied with.

This kind of person is just a pretentious person, and he looks like a little white-faced person who has no power to tie a chicken. However, he pretends to be arrogant, afraid that the man holding a slider can defeat ten such noble men alone. People say that the noble people in Chang'an City are like precious treasures made of water, and they will disperse after touching. Now it seems that they are well-deserved and have a mere appearance.

Sun Maocai was thinking about these things in his heart while walking, so he became happier.

Just when there was less than 100 meters away from Hexinglou, the yamen runners in front were already running forward to line up at the entrance of Hexinglou. In such a gap, a person suddenly rushed out of the people on both sides of the street and slashed towards Fang Jie's forehead with a knife!

Sun Maocai was separated from the assassin and Fang Jie, and Sun Maocai was stunned the moment he saw the knife.

He was stunned for a moment and suddenly screamed, subconsciously holding his head and squatted down. Then he heard a bang, followed by another muffled sound from afar. He trembled and looked up, and found that the assassin with the knife had flew out and hit the wall on the side of the road. The man fell to the ground and twitched for a few times and then stopped moving, obviously he was not alive.

He turned to look at Fang Jie and found that Fang Jie stood with his hands calmly on his face.

In front of him, the inconspicuous black boy ran over at some point. He held a hilt in his hand and looked forward. It was obvious that the knife was taken off the assassin by the bare hands, and then knocked the assassin away with another blow.

"Jew...Jew..."

Sun Maocai's voice trembled a little, and his face was so scared that it was paler than paper. This was the first time he had encountered an assassin in his life, so how could he remain calm?

But he thought he was just an embroidered pillow for a minute, but his face didn't change at all. He just stood straight in place, looking at the assassin who couldn't get up at the ground with calm eyes.

At this moment, at least twenty assassins holding various weapons rushed out of the crowd, screaming and rushing towards Fang Jie.

As soon as these talents appeared, the burly guy behind Fang Jie suddenly jumped out lightly. When he landed on the ground, he had an embroidery needle in his hand. While walking forward to the assassins, he penetrated a red thread into the needle's nose. The next second, this guy who seemed to be very clumsy was passing through the assassins like a swallow. None of the dozens of people or dozens of weapons could touch him.

When Sun Maocai recovered, he suddenly found that the dozens of people were not moving. The assassins stopped, but their bodies were trembling.

The next second, Sun Mao was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating when he saw clearly.

The tall and burly man didn't know what method he used to sew up all the dozens of assassins.

That's right, it's sewn.

The red line that seemed to have no end connected dozens of assassins, some threads passed through their chests, some through their necks, some through their cheeks, and some through their arms... I don't know what material the red line is made of, but it is extremely tough.

And those assassins dared to act rashly?
Chapter completed!