on the street.
The master and servant rode forward silently.
It doesn't take a while.
The master and servant couldn't help but slow down their horses.
Going further, we arrived at the downtown area.
The moment the master and servant entered the downtown area.
A breath called the smoke of human smoke rushed directly to the master and servant.
That aura was dispersed in every air, making it impossible for the master and servant to hide and escape.
Looking at the streets full of human fireworks.
Zhao Shou didn't know why, but the corners of his eyes gradually became moist.
Xu Yi turned to look at Zhao Shou and said calmly: "Don't cry, it will pass."
Zhao Shou looked at Xu Yi with slightly red eyes and said uncertainly: "Sixth Master, will it really pass?"
Xu Yi glanced at the busy street and slowly replied: "It will pass."
There was undoubted firmness in his voice.
"Um."
Zhao Shou nodded crazily and choked with sobs: "Sixth Master said it will pass, and it will definitely pass."
The two looked at each other and smiled, slowly walking through the bustling street full of human smoke.
When the master and servant moved forward for a certain distance again.
Zhao Shou finally noticed something unusual: "Sixth Master, this is not the way to Zongzheng Temple."
Xu Yi slowed down his horse and replied, "This is the way to Jingzhao Mansion."
Zhao Shou glanced at Tianse and asked, "Sixth Master, aren't we going back to Zongzheng Temple today?"
"I won't come back." Xu Yi sighed.
Then he continued: "Before the drought is over, we will live in Jingzhao Mansion."
Compared with Zongzheng Temple, which is far away on the outskirts of the city, Jingzhao Mansion in Chang'an City is undoubtedly more convenient in every aspect.
After passing through several lively and bustling streets.
The master and servant finally saw the majestic main entrance of Jingzhao Mansion again.
It's just that compared to before, there was an extra carriage next to the gate of Jingzhao Mansion.
From the horses pulling the carriage, it is easy to see that this carriage is definitely not something that ordinary wealthy families can afford.
Without waiting for the master and servant to come forward to check.
A person got out of the carriage.
The man was in his early twenties, tall, and an ordinary warrior's clothes made him look as heroic as armor.
The only pity is that this person's appearance is too ordinary.
Otherwise, I really feel like I am an unparalleled son.
The man got off the carriage and walked in the direction of Xu Yi with a clear purpose.
Seeing the man approaching step by step.
Zhao Shou quickly pulled out the long knife from his waist and shouted loudly: "Who is that?!"
The man paused when he saw this.
Then he answered: "Yang Xian'an!"
'Pingyi Bo Yang Xian'an? 'Xu Yi murmured in his heart.
Then he waved his hand to signal Zhao Shou to put away the blade.
After seeing the real disaster relief provided by Pingyi Bofu, Xu Yiben was thinking about going to find Yang Xian'an tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Yang Xianan came to look for him in advance.
This saved Xu Yi a lot of effort.
Xu Yi got off his horse and walked towards Yang Xian'an.
Finally, when they were one and a half steps away from each other, they stopped in unison.
Yang Xian'an and Xu Yi looked at each other.
These former childhood playmates seemed particularly strange at the moment.
for a long time.
Yang Xian'an's eyes were slightly red and he shouted in a low voice: "Liu Zi?"
Xu Yi was stunned for a moment, but soon the scenes from his childhood appeared in his mind.
At that time, Yang Xian'an never called him the Sixth Prince, but the Sixth Son.
And every time Yang Xian'an's father discovered that he was calling Liu Zi, the guy couldn't avoid a meal of fatherly love.
But young people are always stubborn in their habits.
Every time after enjoying his father's love, Yang Xian'an would still call Xu Yi his sixth son the next time he met.
Xu Yi looked at Yang Xian'an, who had a slightly uneasy expression, nodded and said, "Xiao Anzi."
"Don't call me Xiao Anzi, that's the name of a eunuch." Yang Xian'an retorted with a smile and red eyes.
Xu Yi looked at Yang Xian'an, whose eyes were moist, and also smiled.
The memory in his mind became clearer and clearer. Xu Yi felt strangely the same scene as the original owner's childhood.
Xu Yi's eyes were slightly moist and he smiled and cursed: "After all these years, why are you still such a scumbag?"
"What? You are only allowed to call me Liu Zi, and I am not allowed to call you Xiao Anzi. How can there be such a reason in the world?"
The words are over.
The two met and smiled, and the sense of distance they had not seen for many years disappeared in an instant.
Yang Xian'an wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "I thought I would never see you again in this life."
With that said, Yang Xian'an took two steps forward and gave Xu Yi a moderate blow on the chest.
If Xu Yi hadn't agreed to that tentative call, Yang Xian'an would never have made such a move.
Xu Yi responded with a punch that was neither light nor heavy, and laughed and cursed: "What? Are you cursing me?"
"How could that happen?" Yang Xian'an shook his head repeatedly.
He sighed and continued: "Did you know? I went to Zongzheng Temple as soon as I got my crown."
"As a result, hey, after I explained the reason, those people didn't even let me enter Zongzheng Temple! Let alone go to find you!"
Zongzheng Temple was originally a place where the royal family managed clans.
What Ning Ning Yuan imprisoned was him, the remnant of the witchcraft disaster in the eyes of others in the past.
Look for him first when you enter. It's really weird that the officials of Zongzheng Temple were able to let him in.
"Later." Yang Xian'an sighed.
Then he continued: "Then I went to Mobei, and I stayed there for several years."
Xu Yi frowned slightly and said, "Mobei?"
Yang Xian'an smiled and explained: "I went to see the place where our fathers shed their lives and blood."
"Unfortunately, more than ten years later, that place was occupied by the Huns again."
"Forget it, let's not talk about that." Yang Xian'an waved his hand and continued: "We haven't seen each other for many years, let's just chat here all night?"
As he spoke, Yang Xian'an glanced left and right.
Several government officials not far away looked at the two of them from time to time, their eyes wandering.
Xu Yi smiled knowingly and said quickly: "Blame me, blame me. When I see you, I remember the past. Let's walk around and enter the house."
Yang Xian'an nodded and followed Xu Yi into Jingzhao Mansion.
Along the way, the two of them had a tacit agreement to just reminisce about the past and not mention the disaster relief at all.
In a short time, the two of them passed through the Jingzhao Mansion lobby, Confucius Temple and other buildings.
Finally walked into the backyard.
Although Xu Yi walked into the backyard of Jingzhao Mansion for the first time, he knew all the buildings in the backyard well.
Without him, the inner house in the backyard of Jingzhao Mansion is really too small.
There is a main house, a study room, a kitchen, a dining hall, and five or six east and west wing rooms.
Plus a small yard of less than 150 square meters.
This is the layout of the entire inner house in the backyard of Jingzhao Mansion.
Very few of the previous Jingzhao Yin actually lived in the government office.
After all, no one who can reach Jing Zhaoyin's position is the one who can take care of the family.
There are only such a few houses, not to mention servants, not even enough for my own family.
