The Prime Minister's Mansion of Great Xia, entrenched in the northwest of the capital of the Great Xia Emperor, is extremely prosperous, echoing the poor and brilliant palace in the center of the city.

Ying Wenbin, the owner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, whether it is now as the pillar of the Great Xia Wenchen, or whether he assisted his father-in-law with another strategist back then, the current record of Liu Qingge, the old pillar country, who destroyed the Seven Kingdoms, makes it impossible for temples and rivers and lakes to ignore this "scholar" who has no martial arts but ranks first in the world.

Today, however, the Prime Minister's Office is somewhat different from what it used to be.

The front of the house is lit up, and the big red lanterns that used to be hung in front of the door are replaced by the festivals, and the servants and maids in the house are going in and out one after another like a swarm of industrious ants, although they are in a hurry with each other, but their faces are happy.

The gate, opened by the prime minister himself, was opened, and the solemn and glorious guard of honor was laid out until the north gate.

A carriage that could not be called noble, or even simple, stopped at the front of the guard of honor, and a white war horse, which was remarkable at a glance, drove a very heroic and tall young man wearing white armor and holding a spear, standing on the left side of the carriage. Seemingly a little anxious, the white horse's front hooves gently raised and kicked the ground, causing the young man on the horse to slap on the horse's neck, and the white horse let out a few dissatisfied cries at the right time.

Hundreds of people in Shengjing City were very surprised to see such a commotion in the Prime Minister's Mansion. They all gathered around, sticking their heads out of each other's ears, expecting to hear something. The vendors near the North City Gate pricked up their ears even more, lest they miss the news.

But the guard of honor, which became the center of everyone's attention, did not change their faces, and kept their mouths shut, even the people in the carriage in front of the guard of honor and the man next to them did not say anything else.

The onlookers became more and more noisy, and they began to speculate about why the Prime Minister's Mansion made such a noise. As soon as you say a word to me, the scene is suddenly noisy and unbearable.

After a while, in the midst of this fierce verbal quarrel, a sentence suddenly sounded: "Isn't it the prince of the prefect of the Ying Mansion who is out on a study tour is back?" The surrounding crowd suddenly fell silent, and there was an uproar, and the news of the return of the prince of the prefect Ying from the study tour spread all over Shengjing like a tide.

Several street vendors moved their ears and beckoned their mothers or children to look at the stalls they relied on for their livelihoods, and their figures quickly walked into the crowd and disappeared.

"You say, that guy Ying Taoguang is back?" In a mansion in the east of Shengjing City, a young man dressed in a fancy costume with red lips and white teeth asked the maid who had grown up with him.

"Yes, Childe. According to the report of the gecko in the city, Ying Gongzi is still thirty miles away from Shengjing City. Although it is a little sloppy, it is indeed Ying Gongzi. The girl's face seemed to be ignorant of the world, and her face was excited.

The young man looked at the girl and rolled his eyes: "Do you really think that the Five Poisons Court found it? Ying Taoguang ran out for three years, and the news was always hundreds of miles behind him, and when he came back, we immediately probed thirty miles away, and when we thought about it, we knew that it was not normal!"

"But......" the young man looked north, as if he could pass through the obstacles, "he is back, and Shengjing City can be a little lively." I'm afraid that some people want to do more things out of thin air......"

"Uh...... Doesn't seem like I need to worry about it. After all, this guy is a chicken thief......"

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On the official road thirty miles outside Shengjing City, the figures of an old man and a young man led a skinny horse and walked slowly. The old man was scrawny, carrying on his back what was about a bookcase, but the bookcase had only one shelf, and it could be seen from the leaky half of the hole that there was not a single book in the bookcase. In fact, the young ones are not young, and the beard on the face is unshaven, and the skin is covered with a thick layer of mud, which makes it look dull and yellow.

The two of them had unkempt hair, and there was a lot of thatch mixed in it, and if they took a broken bowl and squatted on the side of the road, there would be a kind-hearted lady who would give some copper coins.

"Old Wu, hold on. "I can't see that the young man of his real age is weak, "Shengjing City is not far away, and when we enter the city, we can drink wine and eat meat happily." Mother, why didn't you think wine and meat were a rare thing before...... Now I have to wipe my saliva when I say it, and I have to wipe it with great effort......"

Lao Wu smiled, quickly stiffened his face, and hurriedly closed his mouth. The young man rolled his eyes, "It's just the two of us on this road, it's been so long, Lao Tzu has long known that you only have two teeth." Don't let me see ...... yet."

Lao Wu smiled awkwardly, and he actually looked honest and chicken thief.

"Laugh! I'm going to cry!" the young man was furious. Three years ago, he was preached by his father: "The world's scholars, no matter whether they are rich or poor, are weak in the fifteenth line, when they visit famous mountains, visit famous Confucianism, travel thousands of miles, and increase their knowledge." How can you, as my firstborn, be exempt?"

After speaking, he was kicked out of the house, and the beautiful name was called "Negative Study Tour", because he had never been out of the house before, he chose the oldest old man to feed the horse to accompany him, and said that when he went out, there was an old man to take care of it and feel more at ease......

The young man wanted to cry without tears. Three thousand miles away, he, a wealthy and noble son, went to the trees to dig his nest in order to eat, went down to the river to fish, stole melons in the ground, and gambled chess in the alleys, he did everything...... Even so, the two couldn't afford to eat. Occasionally, I can pick up a big white steamed bun thrown by a few people on the side of the road, and I can't wait to pray all the gods and Buddhas again.

Recalling the time when he used to be powerful in Shengjing City, the young man burst into tears.

What a time it was......

Which time to go out, it's not the fresh clothes and angry horses, the evil slaves are on the left and right, and when they see the little lady, they can also tease, it's just a tyrant in Shengjing!

Now, look at the tattered linen cloth you wear, when the wind blows, you can't guarantee that you won't go away. The thin horse, the young man was worried that he would be able to eat horse meat as soon as he rode it. There is no evil slave, an old Wu, just walk these 3,000 miles and have been worried, for fear that this old arm and old legs, one day after sleeping, it will be a trivial matter, but the rest of the road will have to go alone, at that time is not boring to die? As for the little girl, you can't see much when you meet a middle-aged aunt on the road, for fear that people will say that you take advantage of her, and then you will have no money to make amends, for fear that you will have to pay for it......

The young man was cranky and wanted to keep his spirit from being too tense, and Shengjing City was getting closer.

The heroic young man who had been guarding the carriage had sharp eyes, and immediately approached the carriage window, and a clear and transparent voice sounded: "Lord Ying, the son has arrived." ”

The curtain of the carriage was quickly lifted, and a handsome middle-aged scribe came out, stood in front of the carriage board, looked at the two small black dots in the distance, and immediately shouted: "Everyone come forward to greet you!"

As the young man walked, he saw the carriage in front of him, the middle-aged scribe in the carriage to be precise, trembling with anger, but his spirit relaxed.

Immediately, the young man could not bear the mental fatigue and physical exertion, and his eyes went dark, and he fell forward...... Before fainting, he saw Lao Wu also lying on the ground as a chicken thief, and only scolded in his heart:

"This bad old man is very bad!"