The carriage entered Chongxin Gate and drove towards the west of the city.
In the carriage, Wu Qiong sat across from Huang Ye next to the door. Looking at the new clothes that didn't fit him well, he always felt that it was not real. Even in his dreams, he never thought that such a day would come to him.
The commercial service industry of the Song Dynasty was really in place. Huang Gou led Wu Qiong, who was worse than a beggar, into Nantumen City. When he came out less than two-quarters of an hour later, he had a completely new look, as if he was a completely different person.
Zhao Mengqi looked at him with interest. He had a big frame, long hands and long legs, but he didn't have much flesh. His new robe looked empty hanging on his body.
Although he was 'scrubbed' very clean, his overly thin face was still as pale as a copper basin, but his eyes were clean and bright.
Seeing him sitting in this luxurious carriage, he seemed very uncomfortable, but he didn't feel too embarrassed.
He is a pure person, perhaps only interested in food.
Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but laugh when he thought of him trying to eat him even if he was beaten to death, "You said you are very good at eating, how can you eat?"
"How much can you eat? I can't tell you. I've never been full for as long as I can remember." Wu Qiong said, suddenly becoming shy, "But don't worry, Yameni, you can usually give me half a full meal." …”
"Hahaha, does this make me worried?"
"I just figured it out. Yanei is definitely not a bad person. Apart from my own death, I have nothing worthy of Yanei's plans. A young man like me is the least valuable in the market. A minimum of ten coins is worth it." I can buy five.”
"Ignoring whether it's good or not, it's easy for me to make you eat every meal. As for whether it will be a blessing or a curse for you in the future, it's hard to say."
Speaking of this, Wu Qiong didn't seem to care, "As long as he can eat enough, it doesn't matter what he does in the future. That's right. I wonder how the Yamen plans to control the little one?"
"There's nothing for you to do for now, so just be my companion."
"But a book boy?" Wu Qiong actually looked forward to it, "That's good, then I can also benefit from reading some books."
Zhao Mengqi shook his head, "Then you will be disappointed. Most people can't enter the place where I study, and I may not have much time to study in the future."
Zishan Hall was the place where the Imperial Crown Prince received his education, so the rules were naturally stricter. He remembered how the original owner was in class. He had to sit upright and listen attentively every time.
Speaking of which, I haven't been there since I came here. I heard from Lao Zhao that a minister has already reported that he should resume classes as soon as possible.
"Ah? You don't study, that's a pity..." Wu Qiong looked regretful, as if he had missed several steamed buns.
Huang Gou, who was sitting opposite, looked at him with a smile, "It's been so long, haven't you thought about asking Yanei's identity?"
"Do you even need to ask? There are not many carts that can be pulled by two horses in the entire Song Dynasty. They are either princes or princes and officials." Wu Qiong looked determined, as if he had seen through everything.
"Your guess is correct or not..." Huang Gou said slowly, "Our husband is actually not a government official, but the crown prince of the Song Dynasty, His Royal Highness Prince Zhong!"
"What!?" Wu Qiong was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground, and he became tongue-tied, "Zhong...Zhongzhongzhong...Zhongwang?"
Zhao Mengqi originally thought that this guy would be used as a quilt if the sky fell, so he couldn't help but look at him, "What? Doesn't it look like that?"
Wu Qiong stared at Zhao Mengqi, looking up and down, looking left and right, which was very rude. Huang Gou wanted to scold him, but was stopped by his master's eyes.
After studying for a long time, Wu Qiong scratched his face and said, "This doesn't look stupid. How could he be a stupid king..."
"Being presumptuous and insulting the crown prince is a crime of disrespect!" Huang Gou couldn't help it.
"Ah..." Wu Qiong was so frightened that he covered his mouth, with some panic on his face.
Zhao Mengqi waved his hand, shrugged and said, "Don't take it seriously, he just said it unintentionally. Besides, many people say that behind their backs."
"Sooner or later, their mouths will be smashed..." Huang Gou looked angrily.
Wu Qiong actually believed it, because there was no need to lie to him, and his face became apologetic, "Your Highness, it was just a little rude."
However, there is still a lot of curiosity in his eyes, "Why do the rumors say that you... are like a three-year-old child who can't even speak clearly. They all say that if you become an official, the Song Dynasty will be over... This That’s not what I said, I heard many scholars and gentry say so... Oh, I know, someone must be spreading rumors!"
"It's not considered a rumor, after all, it was the truth before." Zhao Mengqi didn't care.
At this moment, Wu Qiong suddenly thought of something, and was so scared that he covered his crotch, "Ah! If the little one follows you, doesn't he want to enter the palace? Doesn't that mean he has to cut off the chick? How can this be done?"
Zhao Mengqi didn't say anything, just looked at him playfully.
Wu Qiong's expression kept changing, sometimes solemn, sometimes struggling, but it didn't last too long. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a choice between eating enough and being a man, "Just cut it..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and then His face was full of sadness.
"Being a slave in the palace is also a slave. Since I promised you, I will not let you be a slave. Don't worry, your chick will be safe."
Zhao Mengqi stopped teasing him and gave him reassurance. After speaking, he opened the curtain and looked out the window at the street.
Lin'an has always been rainy and humid, and there are a lot of water bodies. The streets and paths are basically paved with stone slabs, and the horses' hooves make a clicking sound on them, creating a unique rhythm.
As soon as pedestrians on the street heard the sound, they immediately avoided it. Fortunately, the imperial street was quite wide and it did not cause any commotion.
The Song Dynasty was short of horses, and the shortage became even worse after the southern crossing. Horses that could be used daily were very rare, just like the Rolls-Royce of later generations.
Ordinary people, even most officials, used donkeys or oxen to pull their carriages, which also made sedan chairs common.
In the past, many scholar-bureaucrats thought that sedans were inhumane because they used people instead of animals, so they generally would not use them. But now it is difficult to insist on not using them. After all, people with status cannot travel on two legs like ordinary people.
In the car, Huang Gou quietly taught Wu Qiong some rules, while Zhao Mengqi lazily leaned on the soft pillow and immersed himself in the Riverside Scene during Qingming Festival outside the window.
In later generations, this city is still one of the few big cities in the world, but with the increasingly accelerating pace of life, pedestrians on the road often feel like their butts are on fire, walking in a hurry, working hard for car loans, house loans, and wife loans. Running around, not daring to stop for a moment.
He was once one of them. He was busy every day but couldn't find the meaning of life. Occasionally when he took a breath, he would fantasize, maybe he could go back to 'pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and see the Nanshan leisurely', or 'the willow branches above the moon' , people make appointments after dusk' in ancient times is also very good.
Now the wish has come true, but unfortunately the timing is wrong. It turned out to be the 'weak Song Dynasty' that everyone criticized, and it was before the death of the dynasty.
