In the fourth year of Xianqing, the bloody atmosphere of Chang'an is the same as every previous year, but for the merchants in Western Xinjiang, it is a safe and unobstructed business, which is undoubtedly a good year for doing business.

The rising autumn sun paints the poplar leaves a brilliant gold, the pale yellow houses of the city are decorated with bright blue paintings, and the cheerful aroma of grape wine fills the air, and the whole of Samarkan is immersed in the intense autumn season.

In the study of the house, Naxie's face was dark for a long time. Completely different from him, Mo He was very stubborn, he held a pen in each hand, and took turns to draw on the desk, and the pile of paper on the case had already been stained with ink.

Fu Yanyan came from the main room, and saw the depressed expression at a glance, this situation in the study was not the first time. As soon as Mo He raised his face and saw him come in, he threw off his pen, with ink stains on his face, and rushed at him with his open arms, shouting "Aye Aye".

Na Xie also stood up, saluted him in a proper manner, and sat back down with a sad brow, and pulled a few pieces of black paper behind him.

Fu Yanyan pulled Mo He to sit down and stretched out his hand to him: "What are you writing?" ”

Na Xie hesitated for a moment, and pulled out a messy piece of paper from behind him and handed it to Fu Yanyan: "I just thought of it this morning, the problem of 'losing evenly' in "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" can be solved by 'decay technique', and I used it to calculate it at noon. ”

"Counted?" Where does Fu Yanyan know what mathematical algorithms, and glances at the paper at will.

"It's just a little bit closer." Na Xie hung his head, and his words were aggrieved.

Mo He climbed up along Fu Yanyan's knee, pointed to the scribbles on the paper in his hand and shouted happily: "Aya, look at the puppy!" ”

Fu Yanyan's face sank, and he hurriedly said: "It's not in the way, Aya, no matter how much you count, it won't get in the way." ”

Fu Yanyan nodded with relief, patted him on the shoulder very expectantly, picked up Mo He and walked out, and whispered: "Naughty your puppy, don't mess with your brother again." ”

Mo He was taken out of the study, struggled to rub it to the ground, opened his arms, and staggered out, calling crisply: "Dafu, Dafu......"

Standing under the autumn sun in a moment, Mo He's back was very similar to the wind spirit, and even the stubborn character who was obsessed with provoking trouble was the same, which aroused him for a burst of lovesickness for no reason.

Outside the house, the camel bell rang "Dang Chang Chang", announcing that the caravan that had been going to Yuhang for more than four months had finally returned. Fu Yanyan came back to his senses, pulled his legs and went to the back alley.

The leader of the old tribe saluted him from afar and called "Ah Lang". Fu Yanyan waved his hand to signal that the rest of the parts did not need to salute anymore, and asked directly, "How was this trip?" Is there a mistake on the road? ”

The old man said with a smile: "Ah Lang is too worried, although Ah Lang has been charging the goods for the past two years, but the eldest mother took us to the goods at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and it has always been safe and secure, and this time it is naturally smooth." ”

It has always been safe, and there is no first encounter in Guazhou 16 years ago. Fu Tanyan chuckled in his heart, and asked in his mouth, "When will Feng Ling return home?" ”

"As soon as the lady of Chang'an was separated, she said that she wanted to go to the suburbs of Chang'an, and then stop in Shazhou for a day, there were old people to visit. Let's go slowly with the goods, her feet are faster, and she doesn't matter if she delays for a few days, she should return on the same day as us, why hasn't she arrived yet? ”

"How can I slow you down?" A laugh rushed into the back alley, and Fu Yan turned around, and the wind spirit suddenly appeared behind him, Shi Qing's narrow sleeves and small lapel robe, and a smiling face hidden under a curly-brimmed hat, but the wind and dust servants walked towards him proudly.

This outfit was exactly the same as when I first saw her sixteen years ago, and the long years passed by her body and face, but no trace was left, or her appearance had never changed in the slightest in Fu Yanyan's eyes, as always.

Fu Yanyan didn't give the subordinates a chance to talk to her, turned around and took her away: "I know that you are going home today, the apricot leaves have been boiled in the morning and the hot soup has been added, and the dried mugwort leaves are about the right heat right now." As he spoke, he led her to the inner house.

"Ayan, Helu has died violently." Feng Ling tugged at his sleeve and said: "He is imprisoned by the Zhaoling, I went to visit the first emperor outside the Zhaoling, I heard that Helu is now riddled with evil diseases, and when he has no strength, he is paralyzed in the cell, and when he has the strength, he mutters about to be broken, but no one cares about it." I...... I went in at night and threw medicine to relieve him, and the next day before he left the Chang'an boundary, it was rumored that he died violently. ”

"It's fine." Fu Yanyan answered absentmindedly.

"Yin Niang is quite good in Shazhou, and the sound in Fachang Temple taught her to be as good as the flying sky on the mural, and she danced exquisitely. She misses you very much, and I told her that you were martyred in the second year of the Emperor's reign, but she was calm, as long as I don't go to see her again. She said something else.

"Yes." Fu Yan didn't care.

"Ayan?" His indifference, the wind spirit was somewhat displeased, "Are you listening to me?" ”

He put his arm around her shoulder: "What do those people and things have to do with us?" Why don't you tell me how much Yue Jin you have brought this autumn, and how much you plan to open the market next spring. There are also silk and soft silk, which are exchanged for a few white stacks and sold back to the Central Plains. ”

Feng Ling raised his head and laughed: "In the past, you despised our city's wells, but now I should return these words to you." I have long suspected that the Sogdians are the best at management, and after you were a Sogdian, no matter how deep you hid, you could not withstand the blood of the merchant in your bones. ”

Fu Tanyan laughed a few times, and suddenly put on a positive face: "Have you ever been to see the Buddha caves outside Dunhuang City when you went to Shazhou?" ”

Feng Ling stopped, turned to him, and pressed his hands on his chest, but seemed to suppress his agitation: "The cave you opened for the army of Shazhou Mansion is now not only for the Bodhisattva, but also for your statues. ”

"Another day, go around the city, and choose another place to build another cave." Fu Yanyan sighed secretly in his heart, reached out his arm, and took her a few steps into the house.

……

Li Zhi leaned obliquely on the brocade lean, rubbing his swollen eyebrows with one hand.

The palace people in front of the Ganlu Hall suddenly bowed down and called "Your Highness" together, Li Zhi took away the hand that was rubbing his eyebrows, and glanced at the queen Wu who came to him.

The Wu clan glanced at the table case, raised his hand and gently rubbed his brows for Li Zhi: "It's been half a year, and there are still people in the court who are crying out for the eldest grandson?" ”

Li Zhi nodded silently: "After all, he is my uncle, the former minister of the first emperor, and he has escorted me all the way to sit here, and now the people are dead, and the clan is gone......"

"Why bother the saint, when the eldest grandson was extremely prosperous, he should have the prestige and preciousness, and the saint did not give a less. If he can't afford to be disobedient, he should be in Chang'an right now. Wu Shi freed his hand, closed the music on the table, and after a glance, he saw another note, so he took a second look.

"Eldest Princess Ningxi? Is that the one who sent Helu to marry his relatives in the past? Didn't you say that the road was killed by a black sandstorm? How could anyone see her on the trade road again? She frowned lightly, meditated for a while, and suddenly a sharp edge flashed in her eyes, and she looked at the newspaper and asked softly, "The saint wants to clean up the outside handle?" ”

Li Zhi looked in a trance for a while, and then reached out to take the purple gold brazier that the newspaper threw into his feet: "That's it, the bloodline of the Li family, how much is it that hasn't died enough?" ”

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