Early the next morning, Zhu Chenggong got up early and came to see off Hou Xuanyan.

Hou Xuanyan suppressed his smile and looked at his nose not his nose, his eyes not his eyes, and it seemed that he was so angry all night.

From Yanping Prefecture to Fuzhou, the fastest one was of course to take a boat along the Min River and go down the river. Unfortunately, Hou Xuanyan's Fengzi camp was full of cavalry, so he had to go down the river. Hou Xuanyan bowed and said, "Big nephew, I will have to leave you for a thousand miles. Although you can't bear to wait for me, you'll be fine."

Zhu Chenggong nodded with his nose and nodded, and nodded in his mouth in a vague way, which was considered a reply.

Hou Xuanyan laughed and turned around and headed towards Fuzhou.

A young player next to Zhu Chenggong was disdainful: "Bah! I didn't expect that Hou Xuanyan had such a virtue. He was so famous, but he was actually hard to match."

Zhu Chenggong looked unhappy and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense or insult the ministers. After all, he is Hou Xuanyan. You shouldn't gossip here, go back and practice it for me. You have also seen the Fengzi Camp just now. Let's look at you one by one. Do you really want to go fishing on the sea?"

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Hou Xuanyan, who aroused Zhu Chenggong's competitive spirit, came all the way east to Fuzhou, it was already dusk. The scarlet setting sun half hung in the sky, like this empire that was desperate.

Under the low city walls of Fuzhou, Xia Wanchun personally took the opportunity to sing: "Hou Xuanyan, the governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, came to the city to meet His Majesty with the order, and opened the city gate quickly."

The soldiers guarding the city had already received orders and did not dare to neglect them. They whispered: "General, Fuzhou is a small city. If all the soldiers enter the city together, they are afraid that Fuzhou will be difficult to settle. Moreover, it is too late and the gate of the palace has been closed. The court ordered that all the soldiers stay in the eastern suburbs temporarily, and Wu Yuebo enters the palace to meet the saint tomorrow morning."

Xia Wanchun looked back at the horse, Hou Xuanyan nodded slightly, and the battalion rushed to the eastern suburbs. There was an old house in Gong Zifang, Jiading, and no one had to take care of him.

After the Fengzi Camp arrived, they quickly set up camp and rested on the spot. It was okay for 5,000 people to say that 5,000 people, and 5,000 horses, the manor was large and very crowded. This place was originally very spacious, but the huge manor was empty at the time. Gong Zifang and 2,000 Jiadingerlang had the idea that they would go to Suzhou and die with Hou Xuanyan. So they left in a hurry and didn't have time to deal with the manor.

Hou Xuan was familiar with the road and took his personal guard to the place where he went to bed last time. He was exhausted all the way. He ordered his personal soldiers to burn a bucket of warm water for him, searched some green salt tea leaves from the manor, and sprinkled them in the bucket.

After relocating his troops, Xia Wanchun came to Hou Xuanyan's residence and happened to catch him taking a bath in a wooden barrel. Hou Xuanyan sat in the bathtub, closed his eyes comfortably, and pillowed with a white scarf beside the bucket, and said slowly: "This time we entered the palace to welcome the saint, it would be difficult to stop him. He said that Zheng Zhilong refused to let others go. Even the civil and military officials in the court did not want His Majesty to go to Jinling. In their eyes, I, Hou Xuanyan, might be even more terrifying than Zheng Zhilong."

Xia Wanchun smiled bitterly and said, "What the Supervisor said is not bad. Although Zheng Zhilong controls the government, he doesn't pay much attention to these officials. However, the Supervisor killed He Tengjiao first and then killed Huang Daozhou, which has long become their life-and-death enemy. I think in Fuzhou City, except for His Majesty himself and the people around him, no one else wants him to leave."

"After that being said, no one here is afraid. Only Zheng Zhilong has troops that we cannot reach. In Fuzhou, it is his home court, and we only have Fengzi Camp, but he can instantly transfer 100,000 people." Hou Xuanyan held a silk scarf and wiped his wet body while talking. Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the beam, and the two of them were shocked to scream.

"There are assassins!"

The guards outside the room came in one after another, and saw Hou Xuanyan naked, staring blankly into the bucket. A petite figure fell from the sky and fell into the bathtub.

"Is this... a slaughter? or a striking cart?"

Everyone hurried forward, took out the man in black, and threw it on the ground. Hou Xuanyan jumped out of the bathtub and put on a robe on his body. He watched coldly and understood that no one had to deal with his house for a long time, and it seemed that it had become a good place to escape and pursue. This man in black was mostly hunted and injured, hiding here. After he came, he alarmed him, but he could not escape and could only hide on the beam. Perhaps he was fumigated by heat, or he was seriously injured and fell down. In this way, he seemed to be just a thief, at most a thief, which was not afraid.

Since he knew that he was not an assassin, Hou Xuanyan gently stroked his chest and secretly reminded himself that today is different from the past, and his safety should not be ignored. Throughout history, I don’t know how many heroes have survived the storm and waves, but have capsized in a small gutter.
Chapter completed!