This thousand-year-old city where the Bai people have been resting for generations has been destroyed by wars and earthquakes many times, and it still retains its thousand-year-old appearance strongly.

The ancient street, a bend of the stream scattered through the whole bluestone paved street, the slate is mottled, but the water is still very clear, forming a poem and painting of "the water flows around the front of the house, and the willows are weeping behind the house".

Dali is the old city capital of the Southern Zhao Kingdom, which was once brilliant, noisy, prosperous and modern. Now the beauty is still the same, but it is a little more sentimental.

Mr. Du led the convoy into the city and said to Guo Wenying: "Our destination is here, it's really inconvenient to send each other off, and you can go where you want to go." ”

Guo Wenying said with a smile: "This is natural, but we have never been to Dali, and we have never seen what the mansion of the king of Yunnan is like. ”

Mr. Du thought about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this, they are unloading the goods to the palace, so that the king of Yunnan can only send them out after seeing it.

And the place where the mausoleum is located is extremely secret, and they will not be needed for the delivery, and it will only be a few hours before and after, and nothing will happen.

He said, "That's fine, if you want, follow me into the house." ”

The convoy made its way and stopped at a wide street ahead.

There is only one family in the whole street, and that is Yunnan Wangfu. The tall gatehouse, spacious and magnificent, is more spacious than the major princes' mansions in the capital. It's just that he maintains the rules of the prince and doesn't dare to trespass.

The convoy stopped in front of the mansion, and more than a dozen men ran out of it, starting with a middle-aged man in his forties, as if he was the head of the mansion.

He said coldly: "Why are you so late? The prince is in a hurry, if you don't come here today, it is estimated that none of you will have to live." ”

The house opened the back door to pass the carriage and horses, let their convoy in, and then began to load and unload the goods.

Guo Wenying stood in the courtyard and looked around, this place was just a remote place, but it was still a little elegant and magnificent.

The top of the house is all barrel tile loach ridges, the doors and windows, are all finely carved fresh patterns, and there is no vermilion powder decoration, a color of water mill group wall, below the white stone platform, chiseled into passionflower pattern. With such fine workmanship, even the inner courtyard of the palace is not as good as it.

In fact, this was originally the imperial palace of the Nanzhao Kingdom, and it is not surprising that it would be more gorgeous, but the houses and courtyards are obviously newly repaired, and this large amount of silver is more luxurious than repairing the royal garden.

She suddenly remembered Jiang Taiping, this grandfather's prince's mansion didn't seem to be up to his level.

After the goods were unloaded, most of the executioners withdrew from the house, and there were more than a dozen dart masters waiting for the prince to arrive with Mr. Du. The chief manager of the house has a priori the goods, but this kind of thing is too expensive to miss in the slightest, and it must be seen by the prince himself.

After waiting for a while, I heard someone shouting, "The prince has arrived." ”

Everyone in the courtyard knelt down one after another, Guo Wenying didn't want to kneel, but she was standing alone, which was too conspicuous, so she simply pulled Feng Yu'er to squat on the ground.

Feng Yu'er was young, but she was a little arrogant, she refused to squat, pinched her waist with both hands, and stood upright. It's just that she's young and not tall, and they stand far back, so you can't really see it if you don't look closely.

Guo Wenying was a little more curious about this Duan Wangye, and couldn't help but look up and peek a few times.

This Duan Wang Ye looks like he is twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a handsome face as carved by an official knife, and the whole person emits a kind of king aura that shocks the world, and there is a smile on his handsome face at the moment, the smile is very gentle, but people don't feel the slightest sense of cordiality.

He wore a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair inlaid on his head, a two-color gold hundred butterflies and a red arrow sleeve, a multicolored silk knot with a long spike palace silk, a stone blue flower eight groups of forged tassel gowns, and a blue satin foundation boots. This body should not be the prince's usual clothes, but it looks like he has just shot arrows from the shooting range or returned from hunting.

Guo Wenying said secretly, just looking at this face, he is really a handsome person, no wonder even Feng Jingting praised this Duan prince, saying that if he is in the capital, no four princes can compare to him.

Duan Weichen walked closer, reached out and took a piece of wood from the car and tossed it, then gently rubbed his fingers a few times.

The connoisseur stretched out his hand to know if there was any, and this golden silk nanmu only passed a few glances in his hand, and he knew that the material was good or bad, true or false. He nodded and said, "It's not bad, the texture of the wood this time is very good, let's keep it." ”

"Thank you, thank you, Lord Wang. Mr. Du nodded and thanked him.

In the past, it was not so easy to get out when the delivery was made, but today it is super lucky to let them go so easily. He was busy taking people out, and he didn't forget to give Guo Wenying a look when he left. Guo Wenying naturally knew that she had to go along, and she didn't want to stay here, so she pulled Feng Yu'er and followed behind.

After walking a few steps, Feng Yu'er suddenly broke free from her and ran backwards.

Guo Wenying didn't hold it, and when she saw her running towards Duan Weichen, she couldn't help but secretly scream that it was not good, she regretted that she shouldn't have brought her daughter in at this time, and if something happened to her, she would be to blame.

Feng Yu'er stopped when she ran in front of Duan Weichen, raised her eyes to look at him, her big eyes flickered, and she suddenly said, "Brother, you are so good-looking." ”

Duan Weichen originally wanted to scold, but when he saw such a pink-carved child, his anger disappeared a little, and he asked, "Who brought this child?"

Guo Wenying walked over and hugged her fists, "Go back to the prince, this is a child, the child is not sensible, please forgive the prince." ”

Duan Weichen glanced at her, and saw that there was a very white young man standing in front of him, who looked very good-looking, especially with a pair of big eyes, with an indescribable charm,

He snorted, "Watch her, don't run around." With that, he turned around and left.

In Guo Wenying's eyes, this seems to be nothing, but the subordinates watching next to him almost stared out their eyeballs, and they all wondered in their hearts, usually the prince has the most irritable temper, but what happened today? Why didn't he get angry at all?

Duan Weichen also felt that he was inexplicable, when he saw the child, he couldn't arouse his anger at all, as if his temper had calmed down a lot in an instant. He was naturally irritable, his temper was extremely tyrannical, and he would be punished for the slightest disappointment, and there were not many people in the house who were killed by him, but today he showed mercy to a child.

And the young man, very strangely, actually felt very comfortable looking at him. Especially the eyes, which look very much like his mother's concubine.

Yes, his mother, the poor woman who was hanged at the city gates. Or maybe the only regret in his life is that he can't save her.

As soon as he thought of his mother, an inexplicable sense of irritability suddenly came over him, and he roared angrily, causing the servants behind him to take a few steps back.