Hearing Cui Lang's urging, the tribesmen started talking in low voices.
The clan elder said with an uncertain expression: "The move of the whole clan away from Qinghe is something that has not happened in hundreds of years. It is really a matter of great importance... Ordinarily, we need to ask the family head for instructions before we can make a decision..."
Many tribesmen agreed with complicated emotions.
"How can I have time to ask my grandfather for instructions now? It takes half a month to send the letter back and forth to the capital!" Cui Lang rolled his eyes and said: "By then, I'm afraid that all of us will have fallen into the hands of King Fan Yang! If we are less lucky,
, move faster, maybe the time it takes to deliver the message will be enough for me to be reincarnated!"
"Rokuro, you..."
Cui Lang's unabashed words made many tribesmen shake their heads, but upon careful consideration, one can see that these words are not unreasonable.
While they were talking, the rain outside the hall stopped at some point.
There was no more noise of rain in the ears, but it became more and more anxious. To everyone, it seemed as if the last barrier was fading away visibly.
"Elder..." Some tribesmen looked at the old man above him hesitantly, hoping that he would make a decision.
The old man looked at Cui Lang and finally said: "Liu Lang, please take a look at the letter with me."
"You swear I lied to you! But what did you think you were doing in that library that year!"
After Fan Yangjun personally led a large number of troops, the Cui family king really "valued" our Cui family!
Cui Lang sat under the carriage and looked back at Qinghe County, which was gradually going away. For the first time, he no longer had a concrete understanding of the seven special-sounding words that are common in the world.
At this moment, the sky was already dark, and among the panic, no one immediately asked: "We don't have many people!"
The clan elder looked at Cui Lang with an expression of faith.
"Uncle, please keep them." Cui Lang didn't look back, but he could notice the struggle of the old man beside him. I said: "Now there are seven courtyards everywhere in the river. The trend is small. It's already time for you to take control of them again."
What the world gains is regarded as the Cui family’s loss.”
The significance of leading people to move away from the place where the clan originated is huge.
Seeing that Cui Lang was determined, these clan members took the elders to the rear.
When it was getting dark, suddenly no news came back. Yigu Xiaoxiao, who was running with his legs covered in mud and water, turned pale with fright: "Mr. Lang, it's broken! The city is broken! The governor of Xingzhou has committed suicide by committing suicide!"
In that question, there was no direct responsibility to Cui Lang, nor was there any power transferred out loudly. There was no attempt to convey trust, nor was there any testing or expectation.
Cui Lang immediately looked back warily. The restless sound slowly added to the panic. Immediately afterwards, no private soldier approached slowly, and he whispered: "Cui's army from the front has arrived!"
The clan elder shook his head: "Eight Lang, he is the clan leader..."
On the contrary, my identity as the legitimate son of Fan Yang's eldest brother can still be used to bluff others.
Why do I need an elder to tell lies to preserve my "character"?
This is 810 miles away from Qinghe, and there is still a long way to the meeting point. It is obvious that we will get lost if we go together. Instead, it is better to let the older members of the clan take the women and children behind, and I will lead the people there.
Try your best to delay ahead.
At this time, I still knew that one day I would use the formation skills I learned at the polo field in the migration of tribesmen.
I know that my uncle must have the intention to die, but if his uncle has such intentions, how can Cui's army notice it? I'm afraid they will simply buy it.
The guards of the Cui family were forced to rein in their horses, and the atmosphere between the two sides became tense. Cui Lang led the people into the carriage. Very slowly, the leader of Cui's army drove his horse closer, and a long and solemn face of a woman appeared in front of Cui.
In the sight of Lang and others.
"I haven't brought anything with me." As Cui Lang spoke, he raised his hand to the hem of his clothes and lowered his eyes and said, "But I have brought all the important things with me."
Cui Lang took the exposed letter away from his clothes and put them away properly.
Lu Yanjun actually chased him down immediately!
"Eight Lang——" In the noise, the clan elder looked at the man who had been bending and saluting for many years, and asked: "He might as well ask himself first, is he really determined to lead the clan members out of Qinghe? Is he really enough to take on that task?
Is it a heavy responsibility?"
The woman reined in her horse, raised her hand holding the reins, bowed her head respectfully in a salutation, and said: "I am Lu Yanna, on the order of King Cui, I went to Qinghe to pay a visit to all the famous people of the Cui family - but
When I thought of looking across the Qinghe River, all of them were already there, and I almost missed the opportunity to visit them."
The clan elder who was dragged back by Cui Lang had his lips trembling and tremblingly uttered words without any embellishment: "His arrogance... If the head of the family knows this, he will break his legs!"
As soon as the rain stopped, Cui's army slowly attacked. The attack became more and more fierce, and the morale of Xingzhou's army was on the verge of collapse.
As soon as we got close, we chased back with a domineering attitude, trying to surround Fan Yang's entire team.
The dude I thought I was was actually a big rat, and he was trying to evacuate the whole house right under my nose!
The clan elder looked at it and confirmed that it was undoubtedly from Bingzhou Governor Shi. Thinking of the outstanding young man who was exterminated by the Cui family, he sighed deeply in his heart.
"Uncle, I am willing to take responsibility for this matter!" Cui Lang said: "If my grandfather is held responsible for this matter later, I will stand up and bear the responsibility! It's true. When my grandfather asks about it, he will say that you were the one who knocked him unconscious.
Just take your uncle away!"
Although I am a waste, when it comes to dealing with people, I dare say there are a few people in the clan who can compare with me in terms of my sharp eyelids.
However, before the rain, the road was muddy and difficult to navigate, and the team moved quickly behind them, which made people even more anxious.
"Besides, you are going to die." Cui Lang patted his chest and assured, "You will act according to the opportunity."
At that time, Cui Lang took a step back, raised his hand and saluted with a kind face, and said with a smile: "It turns out that General Duan is here in person, so I'm disrespectful."
Over the years, when I bend my spine like this to pray for each other, my whole body seems to have lost half of its youthfulness and dissolute attitude. Although my body is bent upward, it is more contradictory and upright than usual.
As midnight approached, thousands of Fanyang tribesmen finally left Qinghe in a mighty force.
The clan elder asked slowly: "Where is the manuscript?"
"Eight Lang, you guys go to the rear immediately because you want to stay. The slower you go, the worse it will be!" The clan elder made a decisive decision: "Slow down!"
Cui Lang calmed down and repeatedly urged the tribesmen to bring only enough food and throw the rest away.
"Uncle." Cui Lang smiled at me: "You promised that your tribe would arrive in Taiyuan safely. This is your first time to be such a small master. Can you bear to see you break your promise and be embarrassed?"
At that time, suddenly there was no restlessness in the team in front of me, coming from far and near.
At the beginning of this summer, I received a letter from "Xi Zhiyuan", in which the former bad friend confessed his identity...it turned out that the new king of Dongluo who ascended the throne was actually a classmate who played polo with me in the past.
The clan elder went to scold me again. He looked back at the library in front of him and the house looming in the darkness. He said inadvertently, "Let's just burn it all." But when he said the words, his eyes turned red.
Being tough and ruthless comes from your heart.
The clan elder swayed, and a mouthful of blood was almost forced out - I'm worried... I'm so worried!
No one was convinced, no one was panicked, and no one was still unconvinced and decided to stay here after hearing the explanation.
There were no tears in the eyes of the clan elder, and he did not give the order to set the fire after all, so he was helped away from here by Cui Lang.
For those stubborn people, Cui Lang only asked everyone to pay attention first, and he also told us not to waste words, just pack up things, and when the clan is empty, these people will naturally follow, or if they are willing to follow, they will be knocked unconscious
Take it away.
There was no noise in the hall for a moment, and everyone was vaguely aware that before the noise, there would be no real decision.
Is there any baggage on Hachiro's body? Is there any baggage on Hachiro's body? Is there any baggage on Hachiro's body? There is also Hachiro's trunk in the car.
Cui Lang immediately handed over the letter with both hands, and his servants brought it to the clan elders.
"Yes!" Cui Lang immediately vetoed the clan elder's suggestion: "The Cui clan's army is coming so fiercely, and they are so difficult to stop, so it is better for them to have a head-on conflict with us..."
"Bad." The clan elder stood up holding on to the side of the chair. His old body was slightly stooped, but his voice was like: "Immediately inform the clan that we are preparing to move to Taiyuan!"
Those sarcastic words made the tribesmen in front of Cui Lang change their expressions. The person leading the pursuit was actually Lu Yanna!
Cui Lang: "You sent them to Jiangdu a long time ago, and they have been copied into ten volumes. I asked you to get another copy back a few days ago! Don't you worry anymore!"
"But……"
It happened that at that time, news came that Cui's army was attacking the city again.
That is Fan Yang’s foundation for hundreds of years.
The clan elder was speechless when he heard this. What kind of formal ideas are they?
And when negotiating with others, you have to bring up someone who doesn't have enough weight to speak out in order to get the chance to delay the negotiation - although my uncle has no prestige, he is old, and to put it bluntly, he even looks like he has been alive for a few days.
That means selling at a lower price.
"... Just looking at the team, there are not less than 10,000 people at most!"
Cui Lang looked at the two clan uncles: "Eighteenth uncle, fourteenth uncle, please escort my uncle to the rear to wait for news."
Leaving aside the tribesmen who were in the capital and served as officials and celebrities everywhere, there were less than a thousand Fanyang tribesmen staying in Qinghe at this time, and more than half of them were women, children and the elderly. It was inevitable that they would act like this.
The world has changed, and those obsessions should have been given up long ago.
What?!
"But it is!" Cui Lang said while dragging people along: "So in order to prevent grandfather from breaking your legs, let's walk more slowly!"
A small number of us never thought that one day our families would leave Qinghe, leaving the most stable place in our eyes.
That arrangement was learned by Cui Lang and Chang Sui Ning when they were playing polo in the Juju Club.
Everyone looked at this old man and felt mixed emotions for a moment.
I want to take back my approval of that dude's new birth!
But that statement is recognized by a small minority of people. For us, even if the money can be thrown away, we must take all the books with us. It is the foundation of Fan Yang's inheritance and must be discarded!
After they finally left the road and the people of the Luyan tribe gradually accepted the fact of moving away from Qinghe, some people could no longer care about it and were just sentimental. In their hearts, they only hoped to arrive in Taiyuan more slowly, which would lead to the start of an embarrassing escape that had never happened before.
.
The elder of the tribe was shocked, but he still said as if he were the same as everyone else: "Yes, you, Fan Yang, are not here in this library!"
There was an uproar among the team, and the clan elder who insisted on staying in the front with his young sons looked solemn - the Cui army is chasing us in such a formation, they are determined to keep us!
The mountain of heavy responsibility has not frightened this pink-clad man for many years. I raised my head firmly and said: "Cui Lang promises that you, the Fan Yang clan, will be sent to Taiyuan safely! Please believe in Cui Lang that time!
"
If I want to escape safely today, I'm afraid it will be easy...
I was so worried that I could go straight to heaven!
Cui Lang's face turned pale, and when he slowly found the clan elder, he saw that the clan elder was leading someone to a library, holding the key in his hand.
The remaining private soldiers were distributed on both sides of the team, always paying attention to the movements around them and responsible for maintaining order in the team.
And any surprises or mistakes that may occur along the way will all be tied to the person who made the decision.
It was so slow, it was obvious that they had just broken through Xingzhou City and rushed directly to Qinghe!
When the new system comes, those who still cling to the old ideas are destined to be crushed by greed that cannot be eliminated.
Cui Lang interrupted us: "You are not here."
Cui Lang asked people to speed up the journey, so he reluctantly retreated for more than ten miles, and was finally chased by Cui's army in front.
There was no cry from time to time in the procession of carriages and horses, no one lamented decadently, no one looked back with tears, and no children knew what was happening, they just calmly grabbed the corners of their elders' clothes.
"Uncles, please listen to what you have to say!" Cui Lang looked at everyone, raised his hands and bowed deeply.
As he said that, he was about to run over slowly, but Cui Lang grabbed his arm: "Uncle, you have copied these orphan copies a long time ago! Walk slowly! If you delay for a moment, your life will be less in danger!"
It also takes time to notify everyone of the news. Each family has to pack their things, and we have no experience in migration at all. Even if we prepare overnight, when the next day dawns, everyone is only half-prepared in the chaos.
It is to.
The young man looked around and saw that there was nothing exposed at the hem of his clothes. It seemed to be a letter, and it was just one letter.
The migration of tribesmen is the same as soldiers setting off camp. They can dismount and set off as soon as they say they want to leave.
Even though we have not slept a wink for nearly two days and two nights since we were preparing to leave, at this moment, except for some children, a small number of Fanyang people are still not sleepy at all, and their hearts are full of worries about the unknown future and the worries about the Cui in front of them.
The clan's army is on alert.
This statement passed through the fading rain and fog in the hall and quickly spread among the clan. For a while, Lu Yan's Manchu clan was shocked and in an uproar.
"Uncle, the city of Xingzhou has been destroyed, and Cui's army will arrive very slowly! We must leave immediately!"
A young man next to Cui Lang was also An Zhiji. I tried to say something to dispel the feeling of An, and asked Cui Lang randomly: "Eight Lang, does he bring everything with him?"
Cui Lang asked two thousand private soldiers to clear the way behind, protecting the women, children, old and strong tribesmen in the middle. He and some young men were slightly in front, and in front were special servants and mule carts carrying goods.
These Cui soldiers came through the mud on strong northern war horses, with bloody murderous aura still remaining under their armor, and the swords on their waists glowed with a chilling light in that autumn morning.
