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Chapter 270 Returning to Beijing

When Zhou Changsu delivered the food to the Beiyi Royal City, the people of the Beiyi tribe stood by the road along the way. The people who were already ready to starve to death, were starving to the Daliang team at this moment with tears in their eyes. These foods could allow them to survive the snow disaster safely, and even the soldiers who looked at Daliang were much more pleasing to them.

After sending all the food to the Beiyi tribe, their mission has been completed more than half. The rest is to escort Lu Dalai back to Shangjing and hand it over to the emperor for disposal. However, the heavy snow has been going on these days, so they can only temporarily delay in Yuyuan City waiting for the snow to stop.

When Dalai Lu was sent to the city of Luyuan, he had already been handed over to the Black Armor Army. Every day, Zhou Changsu had to check it out, and it was safe to be sure that the person was safe and sound. Dalai Lu had from being hysterical in the first place to being discouraged on the way to the turn of the ship. Now he only had one idea, that is, to survive. As long as he was alive, it was the only thing he cared about now, so everyone could see the will to survive in his eyes.

"It's cold and cold now, if we put it on the prison car, wouldn't it be good?" Song Ming has stopped going out to chisel ice and fish. It's so heavy snow that he's still going out, he's a fool, so he's bored and hurried in the barracks to study the matters about Lu Dalai with Ji Bo'an and Zhou Changsu. "But his current identity cannot really let him ride in a carriage with a pampered person, right?" When he said this, he felt it was very absurd, so he shook his head hard to shake this idea out of his mind.

Ji Bo'an kowtowed to the snow on his feet that had just stuck to the soles of his shoes, then turned to look at Zhou Changsu and said, "Song Ming said that his identity is very embarrassing now. If he really had a good person in the prison car, wouldn't he cause trouble for the emperor when he arrived in Shangjing?" It was cold and he could withstand such cold weather? If this matter was not solved, it would inevitably drag down the pace of his trip. It would be better to study it first. "It is better to use a cover cloth, but what if he seeks death?"

Zhou Changsu just raised his eyelids and looked at Ji Bo'an and said, "I've gone to see him every day. He's very afraid of death. He shouldn't be worried about it. In order to see if he has ambition to die, I specially asked someone to send the bad rice and ate them all, and there was no inappropriateness." He has been observing Lu Dalai's every move these days, and now he can almost confirm how to treat it. "This person is pretty easy to say, what is the task assigned to you by the Lord?"

"Since you know what you know, that's fine." Hearing Zhou Changsu say this, Ji Bo'an nodded and answered, then took out the tube of the table at his hand and said, "The terrain can only see some outside the canyon. After passing the natural barrier, it was only two days ago that pretended to be your subordinate to deliver food and leave. After passing it, some of them were recorded here. When you return to Beijing, you will hand it over to the emperor."

A few days ago, when Zhou Changsu went to deliver food, Ji Bo'an and Song Ming followed him, but they were all dressed up as ordinary soldiers and mixed in the crowd. However, because the eldest prince was also walking with him, it was not too special for people to see the clues, so they could only walk and write down some simple things.

The snow finally stopped a few days later, Ji Bo'an and the others were finally ready to go. They covered the prison car that imprisoned Lu Dalai with a black cover to isolate the sight of people outside and keep warmer. However, while leaving the city, the prison car was driving and still asked the people to point at the prison car. They even spat and scolded for a long time. They were all the people of Luyuan City. Naturally, they knew the whole story of the incident and were even more indignant.

After leaving the city gate, I had to make the snow the same as before to facilitate the horses and the army to walk. When I came back, I felt much more relaxed when I was struggling. Maybe I was heading towards the direction of Shangjing and could think of my family, so I had a strong momentum to walk south, but occasionally I had to stop and see if the Dalai Lama was still safe.

The closer he got to Shangjing City, the more silent he became. He even looked at Zhou Changsu, who came to investigate him, and he heard the curse of the people in Luyuan City. It is still unknown what he would do if he really arrived in Shangjing. Ji Bo'an and the others saw it but couldn't have any sympathy. As long as this person was in decline, he would always be lawless and could not remember that he still had flesh and blood. Lu Dalai is such a person who repents when he was about to die. If someone really thought that just repentance could touch everything, it would be the greatest insult to the victim.

"I'll eat the steamed buns for you." Zhou Changsu handed the two steamed buns he held in his hand into the prison cart, then turned around and saw that there was a little shadow in front of him and said, "In less than half an hour, I'll go to the capital city. Be honest." He was finally going to the capital city and was not disappointed by the emperor's instructions.

After saying this, Lu Dalai, who was originally holding two mixed grain steamed buns and gnawing hard, stopped. He looked in the direction of Zhou Changsu's gaze and saw the shadow of the tower hidden heavily between the fog. But in a flash, he gnawed the steamed buns in his hand with a dull face, as if he had not heard Zhou Changsu's words.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Changsu once again covered the black cover on the prison car, then turned over and gestured to Ji Bo'an and the soldiers behind him. The team continued to move forward, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Although Shangjing was considered cold at this time, it was already apart from the other side of Yuyuan City. At this moment, they had already removed the cold-proof things. As they walked through the street with prison carts along the way, all the people passing by pointed at the prison carts. It had been a few months since the news was blocked, and even if they knew what had happened.
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