Are you going to abandon everyone and wade across the ice-covered river in the cold winter wind to look for Meng Da and Wei Yan?

That's not right!

Although these thoughts are complicated, they have actually been circling in the mind of our Emperor Zhao for a long time. It is just that they were suddenly smoothed over by the cold winter wind.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Jiu no longer hesitated and rode back to the tent along the same route. He glanced at the stunned people in the tent and immediately pointed at one of them:

"Zhao Ding! You said that you had inquired about the news with Han Shizhong's front scouts, and that the mutiny began when you met the commander in the town, is that right?"

"Yes..." Zhao Ding, who had stopped crying a long time ago, stood up suddenly.

"Then let me ask you, where is Han Shizhong himself?" Zhao Jiu held a horsewhip in his hand, his face looking slightly ferocious under the firelight.

"In...Jingou Town behind Wanshou County!"

"How far is it from here?"

"Forty miles!"

Zhao Jiu rode away after hearing this, but turned back a moment later, and pointed his whip at Zhao Ding in front of all the bewildered officials, "I don't know the road, and I'm afraid we'll run into the rebels. Ban Zhi must be a little confused, too. How about Censor Zhao be my guide?"

After saying this, perhaps because he was worried that Li Gang would stop him, or perhaps he realized that he could find other guides on the way. In short, as soon as Zhao Jiu finished speaking, he hurriedly rode away, leaving behind the stunned ministers.

Faced with this situation, Zhao Ding, whose body was already covered in mud, opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Only the image of his colleague who had died tragically in the icy river before, and the image of his wife and children who were there, suddenly came to his mind, urging him to escape.

But for some reason, a feeling as if a blessing had come to his heart came to his heart. This man, who was over forty years old and had wasted half his life with Emperor Daojun, turned over and jumped onto a horse beside the campfire almost out of control. Then he climbed up the river bank through the gap in the curtain and chased after him!

Following closely behind him were the Chief Censor Zhang Jun and the Grand Secretary of the Council of State, Yuwen Xuzhong, who was nearly fifty years old.

The forty-mile journey across the plain took only half an hour for a fast horse that did not spare its horsepower.

However, traveling at night and being unfamiliar with the road, the speed was naturally much slower; plus, the accompanying guards were all wearing armor, and although the civil officials were courageous and loyal, their horse-riding skills were clearly not as good as Zhao Jiu and the cavalrymen, so they were even slower.

Therefore, Zhao Jiu and his party spent nearly two hours, and it was almost three o'clock in the morning before they arrived at Jingou Town, and they went all the way to Han Shizhong's "central army tent" in the name of the imperial envoys.

The town had been quiet, but now it was bustling with activity and bright lights.

On the street in the center of the town, several civil officials were panting and almost falling on their saddles, but Zhao Jiu managed to stay upright on his horse with his physical strength advantage.

As for Yang Yizhong, the best warrior in the server, he no longer had his former dignity and composure. Instead, he was sweating profusely, looking left and right, and clenched his spears in front of him at the countless knights, armored soldiers, and archers who were all curious... but his hands were shaking slightly!

You must know that if Han Powu really rebels, the current situation will never be reversed!

God bless you, it's not that Yang Yizhong didn't want to stop the official, but he once again verified his thoughts. The official's horsemanship is really amazing! At least he can't catch up with him wearing armor!

After waiting for about half an incense stick of time, a two-story inn on the side of the road, which was the main military tent of General Han, finally opened its door. Then, before anyone could be seen, a burst of cursing was heard first, and then a person wearing only a silk shirt and shorts, and a white cloak made of some unknown animal fur, staggered out of the door.

The light was flickering, making it difficult to see the man's specific features. One could only see that he had an extremely large frame, a very strong body, and there was a faint smell of alcohol.

Zhao Jiu looked back at Yang Yizhong, who nodded repeatedly while looking nervous.

At this point, Emperor Zhao was completely relieved, and he shouted from afar, his voice so loud that it echoed throughout the entire street: "Good minister! Han Qing! The front troops under the command of Han Shizhong, the commander of the left army of the imperial camp, rebelled and killed my imperial censor. I was forced to do nothing but abandon my wife and children, and my civil and military officials to come to you!"

Poor Han Shizhong was first woken up from Madam Liang's arms in the middle of the night. When he heard these words, he raised his head again to look at the man in the round-collared red robe on the horse, and was so frightened that his cloak fell to the ground.

PS: The two updates are finished. I got up yesterday afternoon and sat there typing, and typed on and off until four in the morning. A total of 13,800 words... I will definitely make up for the sleep when I get back in the evening. I don’t know when I will be able to get up, so these are the two updates today. Don’t wait any longer at night.