1004. Where to be buried?

Zhou Qing listened to Xue Rengui's words, rolled his eyes, and looked desperate, "My eldest brother, when are you still thinking about eating, we are here to fight and make meritorious contributions, and worship the generals", after saying that, he rolled his eyes, stepped forward and raised his eyebrows in a low voice and said: "Alas, big brother, I see that the chief manager seems to know your Yujue, and he is very polite to us, otherwise, let's go and find the chief manager to say something?" Xue Xiantu on the side also came over with a look of hope, and he also heard Zhou Qing say along the way that Xue Rengui seemed to have befriended a noble person when he was a child, and looking at Zhou Qing's mysterious appearance, this noble person seemed to be very afraid.

Xue Rengui also paused when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he shook his head, "Forget it, military discipline cannot be violated, and there is no army without discipline, since the deputy chief asked us to be the head of the army, then the order is to believe that even if the awl is hidden at the bottom of the pocket, it will eventually come out, we are still young, as long as we have the ability, we are not afraid that we will not be able to get ahead."

Zhou Qing and the others were helpless when they heard this, sighed deeply, and chose to ignore the eldest brother's chicken soup for the soul, pitiful for the capable hero, with tears of humiliation, he picked up the rice spoon and made a companion with pots and pans.

Chang'an City, Shengpingfang in the east of the city, mansion compounds, buildings and palaces, here has always been the residence of dignitaries and nobles, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get a glimpse of the scene inside the high square wall in their lives.

As the Zheng family with five surnames and seven hopes, there must be a house here, Zheng Mansion, behind the courtyard, a small side door for slaves, toilet swill, etc., a person in a shabby military uniform smacked his mouth, looked at the letter in his hand, and then looked at the high-walled compound, a little confused.

"Obediently, where is that lord sacred, the old lady actually lives here" The soldier is the miscellaneous soldier who transports the baggage back and forth of the army.

Swallowed his saliva, and carefully knocked on this small door, obediently, even the side door for entering and exiting the feces and urine in the back of the courtyard is made of this kind of fine wood, and this lacquer, tsk, if I can use this wood to make a coffin board after I die, it will also be a good death.

"What? Who? Early in the morning knocking on the door". The door creaked open, and a little guy came out.

"Well, this brother, this is a letter from your house." The soldier bowed his head and handed the letter over, even if it was a slave, but the slave in this high-walled compound was not something that he, a miscellaneous soldier, could afford to provoke.

"Letter?" The little guy took it and frowned, and waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, let's go, let's go, who is your brother ...... stinky hill eight." As he spoke, he shoved and closed the door.

In the middle courtyard, the pavilion and the pavilion, the rockery and the small pond and stream, although the courtyard is not big, but it is extraordinarily exquisite, next to the small pond, where is Zheng Xuanyi eating snacks and looking at some miscellaneous books, classics and classics? I'm sorry, I don't like it, it's still interesting in this "Sou Shen Ji", or it's interesting to be weird, "The cadre Mo Xie is really amazing, he has suffered so much for revenge, hum, the cadre Mo Xie can take revenge, and I, Zheng Xuanyi, will definitely be able to revitalize the Zheng family's ......." Zheng Dalangjun can still be ambitious.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun, letter, letter". Zheng Xuanyi was enjoying watching it, and as soon as the little guy on the class rushed over, it was the little guy who was responsible for bribing and threatening Wang Hao, he was very clever and could do things, Zheng Dashao usually relied on it very much, but he disturbed Zheng Dashao's reading and studying, so he had to be scolded.

"What are you talking about, disturbing my reading and tearing your mouth apart". Zheng Xuanyi put down the book and shouted.

"Hehe, yes, yes, the small voice should be hit." Saying that, he slapped himself in the throat a few times, until his Adam's apple rolled and coughed.

Zheng Xuanyi also smiled, only to see the little guy hand over the letter, rub his throat, and then laugh in a low voice: "Lang Jun, that Wang Hao is still quite knowledgeable, and he took the initiative to report to us."

When Zheng Xuanyi heard this, he didn't care about it, the Turks had surrendered, and he didn't care what he did, but he was still curious to open the letter and read it.

"The prince led 4,000 troops, and the troops rushed to the valley." Eleven words were written on a yellowed, rough piece of paper with charcoal strips.

Zheng Xuanyi looked confused, led 4,000 troops, and rushed to the Sichuan Valley...... What is this, what does it matter to me? Zheng Xuanyi was a little inexplicable.

"Okikawa Valley is a place name, isn't it? What the hell is this? I don't care if he dies, and I don't care where he goes to garrison." Zheng Xuanyi frowned, crumpled the paper and threw it into the small pool.

The clever little guy's eyes lit up, and he said straightly: "Okikawa Valley? It should be a place in the desert, or I will call old Gai'er to ask, he often goes to the grassland to buy and is familiar with the place."

Zheng Xuanyi was impatient when he heard this, and picked up the "Sou Shen Ji" on the side and wanted to let the little guy get out, it's still good, no matter what the prince and child do, but there is a spirit in his head, etc...... Desert? Turkic? Immediately, his eyes rolled, and he sat up straightly, "Quickly call Gai Laosi over, or bring the grassland news that I searched last time."

The little guy didn't know what to do, but he still did it.

After a while, the little guy was holding a few letters, and he was accompanied by a man about forty or fifty years old, with a face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles.

Zheng Xuanyi walked around the pavilion with his hands behind his back, his eyes were full of excitement, seeing that the two of them were coming, Zheng Xuanyi asked directly: "Gai Laosi, let me ask you, where is Chongchuan Valley?" ”

Gai Laosi is the caravan captain of the Zheng family walking the grassland, often entering the desert to trade with the grassland tribes, north of the Great Wall, east to Liaodong, west to the Western Regions, basically walked, it is simply a living map of the grassland, listening to Zheng Xuanyi's question, Gai Laosi didn't have to think about it just replied: "Da Langjun, Chongchuan Valley is more than 90 miles north of Fengzhou, backed by Daqing Mountain, is a dry river valley."

Zheng Xuanyi listened, and asked again: "Is it in Turkic territory?" ”

The corners of Gai Laosi's mouth twitched, and he nodded yes. Fengzhou is the border between the Tang Dynasty and the Turks, ninety miles to the north, and at the foot of the Turkic Daqing Mountain, of course, in the territory of the Turks.

"Daqingshan, Daqingshan......". Zheng Xuanyi stepped forward, took a few letters from the little girl's arms, searched for them, and finally found them, "Yes, yes, it's Tieshan, Gai Laosi, let me ask you, how far is Tieshan from Chongchuan Valley?" ”

Gai Laosi thought about it when he heard this, and said straightly: "Iron Mountain is the remaining vein of Daqing Mountain, just east of Chongchuan Valley, and it can be reached in two hours by fast horse, and it is about a hundred miles away."

"Less than a hundred miles, less than a hundred miles, haha, a good one is less than a hundred miles, great, less than a hundred miles, haha, the place of burial, thief, the place of burial is here." After hearing this, Zheng Xuanyi shook the paper in his hand and laughed.

The paper floated down with the wind, fell into a small pool, was soaked in water, sank to the bottom, and vaguely read the line of words, "Turkic Khan's army of more than 100,000 troops stationed in Tieshan ......".