Chapter 153 Return to Shangjing
The city wall of Zhennan Protectorate was faintly visible in the miasma-filled river valley, and the white tiger flag planted on the wall was torn by the southwest wind, making a rustling sound.
"It's too cold this year." Chang An sniffed. He was a native of the north and couldn't stand the damp and cold weather in the south. Unexpectedly, the south seemed to be unusually cold this year, so cold that people's bones were cold.
Turning around, he saw Lu Qianshan. He had already taken off his armor after entering the Protectorate, and placed the heavy sword at his waist on the table at the entrance.
"Yes, it wasn't warm in Beijing this year. It even snowed heavily for several days before we left."
Chang An rubbed his hands, hoping they would return to some warmth, and smacked his lips, saying, "At least back in Beijing, we can light a stove in our house. Unlike here, even if we light a stove, it's the same as not lighting one at all, and it's a waste of supplies."
He was halfway through when he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked again, "By the way, the supplies promised to us from the capital haven't arrived yet. Did something happen?"
Lu Qianshan felt uneasy all the way, not only because of Mingyi's entry into Southern Xinjiang, but also because the supplies promised to be sent to Southern Xinjiang in Beijing had not been delivered.
Previously, Lord Pei was afraid that he would use artillery to confront Southern Xinjiang head-on, so he secretly stopped the construction of the Shenjiying. Fortunately, Xie Zhaohe later found out about this and punished all the officials who participated in stopping the construction of the Shenjiying, and also added a lot of manpower to the Shenjiying.
Xie Chengyan commanded the Shenji Camp. When Lu Qianshan set off for Southern Xinjiang, he also promised to transport enough gunpowder to Southern Xinjiang.
But now their wedding procession has arrived, but the officials transporting gunpowder have not. This inevitably makes people feel puzzled.
He and Xie Chengyan had known each other since childhood, and he knew that Xie Chengyan was a man of his word. Since he had promised him that he would send him enough gunpowder, he would definitely not go back on his word.
But there is indeed not much inventory in southern Xinjiang now.
He didn't want to use gunpowder to attack Southern Xinjiang, that was too impulsive. At the beginning, Xie Zhaohe only asked him to garrison Southern Xinjiang. Now that the Moon Worship Cult is prevalent, the strength of the Southern Xinjiang area cannot be underestimated. No matter how they act arrogantly, as long as they don't cross the Zhennan Pass, they can do whatever they want.
But gunpowder is like a guarantee of safety. Only when you hold something that is enough to destroy the enemy can you make them feel afraid.
The current inventory is insufficient and the soldiers are unsure.
Lu Qianshan pursed his lips, thinking for a while, and then asked: "Didn't you send a letter back to King Rui earlier? What did you say?"
"No reply." Chang An said dejectedly, "It's been a few days since I sent the letter, and it should have arrived soon, but there's still no news."
No news? The post stations in various provinces of Dayin were responsible for relaying news between different places. The southern border defense was a matter of state, so Lu Qianshan sent the news through the post station.
Could it be that the post station held the letter and didn't deliver it?
The failure to receive gunpowder today was not a coincidence; someone did it on purpose.
This idea arose from the bottom of Lu Qianshan's heart. Although he could not find any evidence, based on his intuition, he was almost certain that someone was behind it.
He said to Chang'an, "Go back to the capital."
Chang An pointed at himself and asked in surprise, "Me?"
Lu Qianshan lowered his head and casually wrote a few words on the letter paper: "Gunpowder is in short supply and has not arrived yet. Beware of villains." Then he wrote his own name at the end and stamped the seal of the Southern Xinjiang Protectorate on it.
He said, "Don't take the official road, take the dirt road."
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