Chapter 35: Reward

When the prisoners were not far from the capital, Chu Shen's wind and cold gradually improved, and he didn't say nonsense, he still looked like the young prince, and occasionally laughed with everyone, and there was nothing unusual.

Wei Heming has been tossed by his nonsense these days, and he was already ready to face Chu Shen in his previous life, but he didn't want Chu Shen to change in the slightest, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, but it was also quite funny.

Approaching the Beijing Division, this group of prisoners have washed away the dust of their bodies in the official post, and re-tied their hair in a meticulous bun, and the richer ones at home are the rich young men in the beaded robe and the brocade belt, and the shy ones in the bag are also dressed in white robes and celebrities, some wear Wen Jian, some wear folding fans, and all of them have changed back to those young people in the Beijing Division, how can there be a gray face when Xuzhou.

On the day when the prisoners entered the capital, there were thousands of empty alleys, and the streets on both sides of the main road were actually shoulder to shoulder.

"Why are there so many people?" muttered an inmate, and even the horse was startled, and it took several times to pull the reins to hold on.

The official who came to lead the way smiled: "A few little boys don't know yet, you have long been famous." ”

The prisoners were stunned for a moment, and listened carefully to the crowd, and there were still people shouting their names.

The prisoner still asked, "Where did we get our fame?"

The official smiled and explained to them.

Specially sending Guozi Prison Prisoners out to deal with the plague was the first time that the Jing Dynasty had opened the world, and they were all sons and brothers with few talents, so it was even more interesting to talk about.

This is not the end, a while ago, the ministers of the court and the central government and this group of prisoners refuted each other's letters were not only recited in the court, but even printed on the palace copy and made public, and this group of prisoners is famous for their spicy and bold words and outstanding literary talents.

The storytellers in the capital have long thrown away those jokes about love and love, and the clichés of singing praises of virtue, talking about them, the young heroes.

Some storytellers even translated the refuted letters into colloquial language in order for the people to understand them, which made these ordinary people very addicted.

Originally, the people had long seen these ministers who were not very pleasing to the eye, but they just dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, but now not only did someone scold for them, but also scolded them justifiably and justifiably, and this group of people who scolded for them were still some white-clothed teenagers, who were doing some great things for the benefit of the country and the people outside--naturally spread ten, ten, ten, hundred, so that these prisoners who had not yet reached the crown became famous first.

Wei Heming couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and the prisoners behind him were all stunned when they heard this, they were not ashamed, they were not sassy, they were not proud, and they all blushed.

Wei Heming listened carefully to the names on it, couldn't help but raise his neck back, and said with a smile: "Brother Wen, you are famous now!"

At the beginning of the article, Wen Jian Sheng was the one with the most sharp words, and at this moment he was reprimanding him with a thin red face: "You came to see me play at this time, should you call your name less?"

Song Yi went up and asked the official shamelessly: "My lord, what did the storyteller say about me?"

The official glanced at him: "Your Excellency is the son of the Song family?"

Song Yi nodded: "Exactly." ”

The official held back a smile and said: "Song Yi, the son of the Song family, is the most astute, he came up with the method of boiling dirt to resist the enemy, and smoked the thief to death in the tunnel, and it has already spread all over the capital." ”

Song Yi was shocked: "How can you pass on these unclean things, but pass on some good things to me?"

He Lan slapped a fan on his head: "What good things have you done? ”

Song Yi wanted to cry without tears: "If I knew this, I wouldn't have come up with this bad idea." ”

Wei Heming had already laughed on Chu Fengge on the side, and he couldn't straighten up for a long time.

"Wei Xiaolangjun - Wei Xiaolangjun - " A woman shouted upstairs, and as soon as Wei Heming looked up, he saw a girl throwing a sachet down.

Wei Heming stretched out his hand to take it, holding the sachet in the palm of his hand, and smiled at the woman upstairs: "Thank you for this sister." ”

The women upstairs were in an uproar, and they all threw objects downward, each shouting different names.

What "Gongzi Wen", what "Gongzi He", and those who shouted "Little Prince" and "Five Highnesses"-

There are also those who throw embroidered bags, purses, handkerchiefs, and silk flowers, and there are even those who throw fruits down, and these prisoners know the pain even if they are beaten with iron, and they dodge the things that come down from the sky, and complain: "Wei Xiaogongzi is not particular, you are self-indulgent, how can you bring us to be smashed with you?"

Wei Heming clutched the embroidered bag and cried and laughed: "How can I be considered romantic, you don't look at it, how old is that girl, how old am I." ”

The prisoners refused to listen to his defense, and their mouths were especially unforgiving, and the prisoners finally got the opportunity to laugh at him, and they ridiculed him very much.

Wei Heming shook his head: "Come on, let's go, I'll pay her back." ”

As he spoke, he was about to walk towards the building, but he didn't want to be intercepted by Chu Fengge.

Chu Fengge raised his eyebrows: "You still want to see that woman?"

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a voice from upstairs: "Little prince-"

actually fell a fruit from the sky and fell straight in front of Chu Fengge's eyes, if he hadn't reached out to catch it, he was afraid that his head would be smashed open.

Wei Heming laughed on the side: "You still talk about me, I think Your Highness is also very popular." ”

Chu Fengge stared at the fruit in his hand, and was a little stunned.

Wei Heming couldn't help but lean over, took a bite of the flesh with a "click", and said while chewing: "This fruit is very sweet, Your Highness can taste it." ”

After that, he stuffed the sachet in his hand into his hand, and said with a smile: "The sachet is also His Highness, and the fruit is also His Highness, is this good?"

After saying that, he rode a horse and caught up with the person in front.

Chu Fengge's stunned eyes drooped, the corners of his mouth finally had an extremely beautiful arc, and he tasted the notched fruit, which was indeed sweet.

"Your Highness - if you don't leave, you won't be able to enter the palace in time!"

The young man, dressed in red and riding a white horse with a silver saddle, waved and shouted at him in the falling sachet ropa.

It's exactly what the person looks like in my memory.

Only this time, he was no longer a bystander, but the person reflected in the young man's eyes.

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"When they entered the palace, everyone was rewarded. Originally, the saint wanted to give these prisoners official titles, but the country's priest said that they were still young and had an uncertain temperament, and they were afraid that adding officials to the lords would harm them.

Someone below asked, "Then all these prisoners have only money?"

The storyteller smiled and said, "No, there is one with excellent luck and another with very bad luck, I don't know which one you want to hear?"

The people below shouted: "Don't whet people's appetites, just say it." ”

The storyteller then unfolded the folding fan and said: "The lucky one, it is His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince today - no, now it should be called King An, because of this matter, he was crowned the king and got the fief, but he is young now, so the emperor specially allowed him to stay in the capital." And the unlucky one is His Royal Highness King Wenrui, who was not rewarded for facing the thieves and was reprimanded by the Holy Lord - and is now thinking about it behind closed doors at home. ”

When the boy in the cubicle heard this, he couldn't help but put the tea down heavily.

He Lan propped his head with one hand, squinted his eyes and said, "What's the matter, Xie Yuanlang can't listen to the bad words of the little prince again?"

Wei Heming stared at the tea for a long time, a little angry: "I just feel unfair." ”

At the beginning of the article, the most untidy person on his mouth was another intestine: "Originally, if it was true, it would be fine, but the little prince obviously helped me a lot, and those two gangs of thieves were not all the way, how could they be so indiscriminate and blame the little prince?"

He Lan glanced at him: "Silence, this matter is also negotiated by you and me?"

At the beginning of the text, he closed his mouth stupidly, and slapped Song Yi's hand that was touching the dim sum with another palm: "Eat, eat, you will know how to eat." ”

Song Yi smiled and rubbed his hands: "You are angry with me again." As he spoke, he stuffed a piece of dim sum into Wen Chu's mouth: "Be obedient, eat more, talk less." ”

At the beginning of the article, he was so angry that he stared at him.

The storyteller outside the cubicle talked about the excerpts of the juvenile prisoner's relief to Xuzhou, during which the plot was true and false, and they were interesting to listen to.

Speaking of Wei Heming's request for life, the storyteller said: "Speaking of this Wei Xiao Xie Yuan, it's amazing, the nine-year-old Xie Yuanlang I talked about a few years ago is this one." This Wei Xiao Xie Yuan was born with red lips and white teeth, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and at a glance he was the embryo of a pretty man......"

Song Yi laughed out loud: "This is treating you as a sour scholar in the love book, right?"

Wei Heming smiled reluctantly.

He Lan knew that he was in a bad mood, so he waved his hand at them, signaling them to listen to books and drink tea.

It's also interesting to say, Xuzhou and his party actually made these four people familiar with each other. What's even more coincidental is that these four people are all rotten at home in poetry, but whenever the poetry will be, these four people will find an excuse to sneak out together, whether it is a tea or a chat, it is much more comfortable for the Rausch Poetry Club.

Ping Suli Wei Heming is one of those who is not afraid to laugh, but now he has no heart to laugh, only repeatedly thinking about the day in the court, everyone was rewarded, only Chu Fengge knelt in front of the steps and was reprimanded.

The straight waist burned Wei Heming's eyes, and even the reward he received couldn't make him happy.

Since entering the hall that day, Chu Fengge has been thinking about it behind closed doors at home, and even when he came to the door today, he didn't see him.

He is not a person who is jealous and hateful, but at that moment, he can't see Chu Fengge's grievances.