Wu Xiaoliu was indeed someone who had worked in the Tian family for several years. He was very good at handling the affairs of this powerful family. Xiao Nanhui did not show it on his face, but he knew that he could definitely not compare with him in this aspect, and secretly felt lucky that he had bet on the right person.
It wasn't that difficult to do. Even the most loyal maids would be reluctant to accompany the young lady to her death. Everyone knew that the Sun family was not an easy place to live. As early as half a month ago, a young maid tried to escape, but was caught, beaten half to death, and thrown out of the mansion. The rest of them were so scared that they no longer dared to think about it.
Wu Xiaoliu knew that if he wanted to insert a stranger, he had to find someone less conspicuous. The people around the Tian family girl wouldn't work because they were all familiar faces, so he had to be cautious.
After much deliberation, he chose the positions of laundry and mending and sedan chair attendant. Coincidentally, there was a brother and sister who were only fifteen or sixteen years old. They were originally the children of the housekeepers, and they were chosen to serve in the Sun family. They had been depressed for a long time. Wu Xiaoliu came to them and said a few words, and they agreed with tears of gratitude. Fearing that the two would go back on their word, he informed them of all the trivial matters of the Tian family that night to prevent any mistakes, and even specially made a maid's clothes according to Xiao Nanhui's figure.
Xiao Nanhui was so happy to have a clean piece of clothing to wear that he didn't feel worried at all. Only Wu Xiaoliu had a sad face, and it seemed as if he had sighed out all the anger of his lifetime in just two or three days.
Just like that, the day for the Tian family to marry off their daughter arrived.
The wedding procession paved the road with blood-red blood, but set off just after the hour of the Rat. No one shouted and no one beat drums and gongs. The team took the bride on the road quietly.
This doesn't seem like a happy event, but more like a funeral.
The entire East City was still in chaos. Xiao Nanhui followed the bride's sedan chair, looked back at the dilapidated ancient city in the yellow sand, and tightened the sweat towel on his face.
She was one step closer to her goal.
Originally, there was only a river between the East City and the West City of Suyan. However, since the Sun family diverted the river's source, the Tianmu River no longer flows through this place. Over time, with the erosion of wind and sand, the original river channel sank and collapsed, forming a ditch that stretches for more than a hundred miles and is difficult to cross with human power.
Therefore, if you want to enter the West City from the East City, you must go back to the Lingxi Gobi and pass through Sanmu Pass to reach it.
Sanmu Pass looks like a fish mouth from a bird's eye view. It is the entrance to a canyon that gradually narrows from wide to narrow. If Bijiang is a round cloth bag, then Sanmu Pass is the opening of the bag.
It was here that Xiao Zhun was defeated that year. That was why the Sun and Bai families only needed to send troops to guard Sanmu Pass and then send cavalry to patrol the Gobi Desert to defend Bijiang.
In recent years, with the Bai family's rebellion in Bijiang, few people have ventured outside the Gobi Desert. The former official roads are covered in coarse gravel, making wheels bumpy and pedestrians suffer blisters. Xiao Nanhui had already made plans and wrapped his soles with two thick layers of cloth before leaving the house. Even after walking for most of the day, his feet still ached.
Even so, she refused to waste a single moment, grabbing Wu Xiaoliu and whispering about the situation of the forces in the Suyan area over the years. Wu Xiaoliu was thirsty and was willing to talk a little at first, but gradually, no matter how she threatened or induced him, he refused to speak.
The midday sun was scorching, and as soon as the sun slanted, the wind and sand in front of them dissipated a little, and the group finally saw the strange pass that was looming in the distance.
It was a massive, towering statue, built of sand and stone, yet it had stood firm in the wind and sand for hundreds of years, its features only becoming blurred. There were three holes on the statue's face, two for the eyes and one on the forehead. From a distance, it looked like a third eye, hence the name "Three Eyes Pass."
As the saying goes, "A dead horse will be a dead horse if you look at the mountain." After seeing the statue, Xiao Nanhui and the others walked for about an hour before reaching the canyon pass. A camel cavalry from the Sun family was waiting at the pass. They were very arrogant and refused to even step forward to greet them. Only when the group arrived did a person slowly dismount from the camel. He spoke in the Suyan dialect, with a fake smile on his face.
"But Miss Tian?"
The ceremonial officer in the wedding procession stepped forward quickly and said, "That's right."
"We are the subordinates of Governor Sun, and we are here to assist you."
Xiao Nanhui frowned. This Sun guy had some tricks up his sleeve, actually getting the position of prefect.
The man paused and continued, "The maids and women accompanying the team, please come forward and let us take inventory."
Everyone in the team was stunned, then looked at each other, not daring to say anything, and the women came forward one by one.
There was another person in the camel caravan holding the dowry book handed over by the Tian family, and he checked the heads and names of the people who came forward one by one.
This man looked different from the others around him. He wore fine soft armor, and his saddle was inlaid with colorful gems, giving him a very ostentatious look. His long, thin face, with its yellow wolf eyes and hooked nose, made him a formidable figure.
But that wasn't what caught Xiao Nanhui's attention the most. The first thing she noticed was the long staff on the man's back. It wasn't an ordinary martial arts staff, but a spear shaft unique to the southwest. At first glance, it looked a bit like an extended flat string.
The southwestern part of Kishu was once inhabited by nomadic tribes whose people were fierce and difficult to tame. In order to prevent those from raising armies privately, the rulers at the time stipulated that no household could privately possess weapons, and even ironware had to be registered with the local authorities.
However, the people have their own countermeasures. Since there are often bandits roaming around, some villagers often prepare long poles at home, and then straighten and sharpen iron hoes to make simple "gun heads". When there is danger, they combine the long pole and the gun head, and instantly they have a weapon in their hands. This special tradition of separating the gun head and the gun barrel has also been passed down.
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