A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Han Mingguang reined in his horse and turned his head to look back warily, only to see Lu Bu hurrying towards him on horseback. The horse's hooves raised clouds of dust, and Lu Bu's figure was looming in the dust.

"It's Ruble. It must be that old villain, the national teacher, who has caught up with us." someone shouted.

As he was speaking, Lubu's horse had already rushed in front of him like a gust of wind. Lubu panted heavily, his face full of anxiety: "Sir Shangshu, the state master is riding a horse at a speed of 800 miles and will be here soon. Please get ready quickly!"

"Okay! Thank you for your hard work! Stay with the vehicle for protection!" Han Mingguang nodded seriously.

At this time, Xiao Si Zha leaned out of the car window, with curiosity and cunning on his face, and asked: "Lu Bu, is that old man coming here empty-handed?"

"Yes, he came here on only one horse!" Ruble answered loudly.

Si Zhe raised his lips with an evil smile, and a mischievous light flashed in his eyes: "Okay, then I'll let you run again!"

The sound of hurried horse hooves approached from far away, like thunder, shaking the ground slightly. After a while, the figure of the national teacher appeared in front of everyone. He cursed: "You little brats, you run so fast without calling me."

Han Mingguang couldn't help laughing when he saw the angry state teacher. The state teacher's face was very haggard due to the cold wind, his ears and nose were obviously covered with red chilblains, and his hair was also messy due to the wind.

Han Mingguang suppressed his smile and said, "The spirit of the Imperial Master is the foundation of a person. I just saw that the Imperial Master was tired and couldn't bear to wake him up! So that he could sleep a little longer, recuperate and continue on his journey slowly. In the eyes of the Imperial Master, this is our fault, right?"

"Hmph! If you really care about me, you should at least leave a few maids to tell me the truth! You made me worry! I think you did it on purpose!" The Imperial Master widened his eyes and waved his arms, looking like an angry lion.

Xiao Sizhe stuck her head out of the car window, looking dissatisfied and pouting, saying, "Hey, we're kind enough to lend you a big tent to sleep in, but you're complaining about us. Don't sleep in my tent tonight! Give it to me!"

"What?" This surprised the Imperial Master. He widened his eyes and looked confused. Xiao Sizhe stretched out his hand to him and said impatiently, "Tent? The tent you stayed in last night is mine. Give it back. You can stay wherever you want tonight. There are no extra tents in this army!"

"Ah?" The Imperial Master opened his mouth wide, a look of horror on his face. How could he bear the thought of sleeping in the cold snow? He thought to himself that he had to occupy this tent, otherwise he would have a hard time at night. So he hurriedly reined in his horse and galloped back. His embarrassed back made everyone laugh.

The atmosphere inside and outside the hearse instantly became relaxed and cheerful. Everyone laughed so hard that some held their stomachs, and some laughed till tears came out.

Shui Qinglian laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. She pointed in the direction where the Imperial Master was walking away and said, "Look at how flustered he is. He really deserves it!"

Xiao Sanlang also laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. He said, "This time he will suffer a lot."

Sikong Yan sat in the coffin with a smug smile on his face, and said: "Who made him so arrogant on weekdays? Let him have a taste of bitterness this time."

Xiao Sizha laughed so hard that his face turned red, and said, "Let's see if he dares to be rude to us again in the future!"

The laughter of the crowd echoed in the air, as if sweeping away the tension and fatigue of the past few days. The whole team was immersed in this joyful atmosphere and continued to move forward.

The Imperial Master was in a state of extreme embarrassment! Today, the cold wind from the 800-mile-long horse blew his face and hands full of chilblains. The biting cold wind was like a sharp blade, mercilessly cutting through his skin, leaving red and swollen marks.

The severe cold in the north was a nightmare to the Imperial Master, who had never experienced wind and snow. His originally fair and tender face was now covered with chilblains of various sizes, red and swollen. If he moved a little, his face and hands would itch as if they were bitten by thousands of ants. Coupled with the bumpy and tiring journey, the Imperial Master unfortunately caught a cold.

He kept coughing, his body shaking violently as he coughed, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs. When he caught up, the team returning to the capital was already on the snow, having dinner around a blazing bonfire.

The bonfire was jumping in the snow, lighting up the faces of the people around. The cold air was filled with the aroma of barbecue and the smell of burning wood.

The Imperial Master hadn't eaten for the whole day. At this moment, he was like a hungry wolf, with greed flashing in his eyes.

He rushed forward recklessly, roughly tore apart the barbecue that the soldiers were surrounding, pulled out a leg of lamb and started biting it.

At this moment, the strong smell of fireworks was extremely fragrant in his nose. He ate it in big mouthfuls, and the oil flowed down the corners of his mouth, and he didn't even bother to wipe it off.

As he ate voraciously, he mumbled, "Humph, I'm starving! This damn journey has made my teacher suffer so much!" With his mouth full of mutton, he muttered, "Delicious, delicious, don't snatch it from me!"

He ate it in big mouthfuls and continued to shout, "You guys, help me put up the tent after you're full!"

The soldiers looked at each other, with a hint of reluctance in their eyes, but under the pressure of the imperial teacher's majesty, they dared not say anything and could only nod and agree to his request.

After the Imperial Master ate a leg of lamb, he gradually regained his strength. His cold feet gradually warmed up, and his body was no longer shaking as violently as before. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that there was still an important thing he had not done.

So, he staggered to the hearse while biting the lamb leg. His eyes were full of viciousness and cunning, he wanted to see if Sikong Yan was dead or not, and was thinking whether he needed to attack again tonight.

When he reached the hearse, the Imperial Master stopped, swallowed the mutton in his mouth, and wiped his greasy mouth with his sleeve. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then slowly stretched out his hand, ready to lift the curtain of the hearse.

Everyone around fell silent, their eyes fixed on the Imperial Master's every move; the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The night was shrouding the snowy land, the pale moonlight was shining on the boundless ice field, and the surroundings were so quiet that it made people's hair stand on end. The cold wind was howling, rolling up the tiny snowflakes, lashing people's faces like a cold whip.

Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang walked over silently from both sides of the car, like ghosts in the dark night. Their faces were gloomy, their eyes were firm, and they suddenly reached out to carry the national teacher out.

"What are you doing? I want to see the little prince!" The imperial master yelled in frustration, his eyes wide open, filled with anger and unwillingness. He struggled hard, trying to break free from the two people's restraints, looking like a mad beast.

The two men ignored his resistance and pushed him onto the snow. The snow made a "crunching" sound, and the Imperial Master staggered and almost fell.