"Bang bang bang..."
"Xiao Ru, Xiao Ru, get up quickly!"
A series of hurried knocks and shouts sounded at the same time. Xiao Ru opened the door with sleepy eyes, looked at the slightly bright sky, and said helplessly, "My dear wife, the master said that my uncle will not be able to arrive in Bianjing until noon. We What are you doing getting up so early?"
Mrs. Cao broke through the door and said, "Oh, it's not because of him that I can't sleep. Let's go, get dressed and go out for a walk."
Xiaoru had no choice but to take out two sets of servant clothes from the cabinet.
"What are you doing with this?" Miss Cao asked.
"Because it's cool." Xiao Ru replied.
Miss Cao thought for 0.1 seconds and said: "Well, what you said makes sense, then let's wear this."
Not long after, the two young men from the Cao family left the Cao Mansion and walked around Bianjing Street, which was hung with red lanterns, and had some breakfast.
The two of them didn't say where they were going, but tacitly swung toward the west city.
Three years have passed by in a flash, and Xicheng no longer looks as poor as it once did. There is a steady flow of people on the bluestone, the streets are fragrant, and there are flowers and willows to protect them. There are also Phoenix Towers and Dragon Pavilions. Although they are still not as good as those in the East City, they are not the least bit better. Not inferior to the North and the South.
Time has proven once again that as long as society is stable and peaceful, the people will automatically repair all scars.
The two young men of the Cao family couldn't even stop the prosperity of the West City, and they had to leave the city. There were no more bluestones outside and inside the city, and the buildings were no longer so exquisite, but the lively scenes were not much different, and the streets were even more beautiful. It extends all the way to Wangfang Town, which is ten miles away.
There was originally a name here called Xiaoshulin. Later, some refugees came and a wealthy man named Wang built many workshops here, so it was now called Wangfang Town.
In the distance, streams of white smoke are rising from the chimneys of the ironworks day and night. If you get closer, you can see shirtless men coming and going in front of the porcelain kiln. If you get closer, you can even hear the "chirp" of the looms in the textile mill. "You can hear the sound, and there are other large and small workshops built along the river, as far as the eye can see.
The two young men of the Cao family walked to a square in front of the workshop. The ground here was paved with a large piece of stone slabs, and many beautiful flowers, plants and trees were transplanted around. The children were chasing and playing here, and the old people were chatting and doing things under the trees. Some handwork, a peaceful look of time.
In the middle of the square is a high platform surrounded by stones. A flexible child climbed up the high platform through the gaps between the stones, and reached out to pick the white flowers blooming on a small tree in the center.
When an adult saw this scene, he suddenly shouted and ran over in a hurry, shouting as he ran, "That kid, come down quickly!"
The cry attracted the attention of the surrounding elderly people. Seeing this, an old man quickly dropped his work and ran towards the high platform, shouting the child's nickname.
When the child on the high platform saw the adults running towards him, he was so frightened that he quickly threw away the small white flowers in his hands, and then climbed down the stone platform.
As soon as he climbed down, the old man grabbed his little hand and pulled him to kneel down in front of the stone monument next to the stone platform. The old man first led the child to kneel down three times, clasped his hands and chanted a lot, then picked up the child and scolded him while beating him. The adults around him also No one stopped them, but they all accused the children of desecrating the sacred tree and deserved to be beaten.
In the end, Mrs. Cao couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to stop her. The old man was a little angry at first, but when he heard Mrs. Cao say that she was a servant of the Wang family, the old man stopped complaining and instead enthusiastically invited the two young men to his home. Sitting there, Mrs. Cao declined and took Xiaoru away.
"This guy is almost praised by the people!"
Miss Cao frowned. She liked to hear others praise her husband, but she didn't like others to deify him. What she liked was the flesh-and-blood Wang Erlang, not a sacred and untouchable immortal god.
It’s just that we haven’t seen each other for three whole years, and all I hear these deified words all day long is that the image of that mean face gradually becomes a little blurry. I also learned that he forced the Xixia Emperor to death without even using a single soldier. She was a little scared after arriving in the Xixia Kingdom. Thinking of his tall and straight figure like a god, she was really afraid that one day he would drive to the west.
"Little lady, for these homeless people who have no clothes to wear and no food to eat, my uncle is not their godly master. If we do these things, then he is also their Bodhisattva." How could Xiao Ru do that? Not knowing what his little lady was thinking, he comforted her at the right time.
"Well, you're right."
Mrs. Cao nodded, but her expression did not relax. Instead, she thought about the guy's upcoming return, and became worried about gains and losses.
I am not worthy of that guy anymore. I heard that the Western Regions are rich in beautiful women, and I also heard that men like to have a curvy front and back...
Mrs. Cao looked down at her slightly flat chest, sitting under the tree with her chin in a daze.
Xiao Ru didn't know how to comfort her anymore, so she could only sit down next to Ms. Cao and be in a daze with her. Who knows if the uncle she hadn't seen for three years had changed his mind. If he said too much words of comfort now, the gap would be too big after they met. not good.
The waiting time was always long. The two of them talked and talked, watching the sun climb up the treetops little by little and shining directly on the top of their heads. It was so hot that they moved their buttocks several times to avoid the sun.
At this moment, a fast horse came from the west. When the two young men saw it, they immediately got up and took a closer look. Xiao Ru was overjoyed, "It's the clothes of the Forbidden Army!"
Miss Cao nodded, her eyes full of expectation. No matter whether her husband had changed his mind or not, she had been waiting for today for a long time.
The Imperial Guards rode past the two boys at high speed, leaving a long trail of smoke on the official road. At this time, there were Imperial Guards passing by at this point, and it was no surprise that they had come with a summons.
Sure enough, not long after the Forbidden Army arrived in Bianjing, they saw a large group of people coming from east to west.
"It's the Prince's chariot!" Xiao Ru pointed at the large group of people driving from Bianjing and recognized it at a glance.
Because Zhao Huan went out of the city this time to greet the emperor, and he was not as casual as before. With the huge golden chariot and the rows of orderly honor guards, it was difficult not to tell that it was the prince who was out on patrol.
The emperor traveled in jade chariots, and the prince rode in gold chariots. In front of them were guide chariots, Jili drum chariots, egret chariots, Luan flag chariots, Pi'e chariots, and Pixuan chariots. Each chariot was drawn by four horses. There are fourteen drivers and one craftsman.
Later, there was a drumming band, playing for free, and the sound of ritual music could even be heard from a long distance away. When you get closer, you can see that even the horses are inlaid with gold and armor.
Thousands of people came from behind and behind, and after the ceremonial guard came a large number of people who came after hearing the news. There were tens of thousands of people, and the crowd was so dense that it could not be seen at a glance.
Such a formation was of course seen by the residents of Wangfang Town. When someone asked whether the prince's honor guard came to greet the little saint Wang Zhi, the whole town immediately went crazy. They rushed to tell each other day and night. The chimney of the iron smelting workshop blew out the smoke, and the shirtless men from the porcelain kiln all put on their clothes and ran over. Even the looms in the textile workshop stopped whining, and instead came a group of chirping female workers. The boys were all squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.
The messenger naturally told the prince the specific time. Since the prince's honor guard had already arrived, it meant that the person who needed to be greeted was not far away.
Sure enough, the people with good eyesight were already shouting, "They're coming! They're coming! They're coming!"
More than 600 tall horses carrying several carriages drove slowly and slowly from a distance. The pure white horse at the head was quite conspicuous under the sunlight. The young man on the horse was wearing dark red armor and a bright red robe, and his arms were not open. Looking at it, it was two people wide. When riding on the horse, it looked like the god of war descending to earth. The people who ran over to greet him were so frightened that they trembled.
"Hahaha... How are you after I haven't seen you all in a few years?"
Wang Erlang's hearty laughter dispelled their fears, and they rushed to tell their boss about the changes in the past few years and thank him for his kindness.
The prince's ceremonial guard came to greet him, and the drumming band increased the force of blowing, playing, and playing. The celebratory tone beat in the hearts of every common people. They cheered and echoed with the band, just like a surging wave beating on the heads of every Japanese soldier. chest.
One by one, they unconsciously raised their spears, straightened their backs, and marched in order. The light of glory shone deeply in their hearts at this moment. Although they were just going to the northwest for a vacation, it did not affect their work together. They are a battalion of soldiers, and Wang Zhi is their general. This is enough.
Someone in the Xixia royal family didn't know what was going on outside. When he opened the curtain and took a look, he almost fainted from fright. What he saw were densely packed human heads.
Li Renai looked out the window, his eyes no longer calm as before, and his face was full of astonishment. As the prince of a country, he had never seen such a scene.
Even during the annual national festival when his father was in power, there had never been so many people. Seeing the people coming like carps crossing the river, he no longer had the concept of numbers.
It seems that he was not pretending to be thirteen that night. This kind of reputation cannot be shaken by human power.
Li Renai heard his laughter coming from the front. His Qi was so deafening that one person could suppress all the cheers around him. He sighed in his heart, this must be the king among men...
Wang Erlang was so happy that all his recent depression and worries disappeared the moment he saw his cousin.
He laughed and jumped off his horse, and stood side by side with Gao Yaofu. He held the heads of all the Japanese soldiers and saluted the prince who got off the chariot and came quickly.
Gao Yaofu and everyone else bowed conscientiously, using the standard military salute of kneeling down on one knee. Only Wang Erlang hugged the prince directly and lifted him up to pat him several times.
"Haha, cousin, you're fine!"
The prince's guard looked at the prince who rolled his eyes and screamed in fright. After hearing this, Wang Zhi remembered that this was his cousin and not Wei Guozhong, so he quickly put it down and patted his back gently.
"Ahem...cousin, are you going to murder your brother?"
Zhao Huan gasped and punched his cousin, but it hurt him raw.
"Haha, I'm so happy to see my cousin."
Zhao Huan ignored the sneer Wang Erlang, stepped forward and helped Gao Yaofu and others up one by one, and said some scene-making words, which moved the soldiers to tears. This was the crown prince of the current dynasty, and the future emperor. , one by one was asked to express condolences to them, how could they not be moved to tears.
At this moment, Wang Erlang suddenly saw a familiar figure, and he was so surprised that his molars stuck out.
