The soft words should be pinched at the right time, Jiang De estimated that Zhao Yan's temper had to be eased by the disturbed people in the city, so he persuaded softly.

"Your Majesty, since Yu Linwei has been deployed, I want to come to the four squares of Chang'an Street under the siege of the iron bucket, and even flies can't fly. The emperor is tired all the way, why don't you move to the market street and wait for the good news? ”

Regarding Jiang De's proposal, Zhao Yan, who was sweating out at this time, was also soft-hearted, and could only wait patiently for Yu Linwei's news; However, just as he was about to move to Panshi Street, Zhao Zhenyuan, who didn't want to be by his side, grabbed Zhao Yan, who turned around, in a trembling voice.

"Look, Brother Huang! The woman at the street stall."

As soon as his heart trembled, Zhao Yan's eyes quickly followed Zhao Zhenyuan's exclamation and looked straight at the street a hundred meters away, and a familiar shadow appeared in front of him!

At the side of the stall at the entrance of the alley 100 meters away, the woman in Tsing Yi bowed slightly, hanging her head and selecting the utensils on the stall. At both ends of the same street, one end is quiet, the other is very lively, and the people who still don't check the changes are still walking around the woman by themselves, covering half of her side face from time to time, so that Zhao Yan can't see it too really.

Tsing Yi is wonderful, her posture is curly, the woman in the crowd seems to have magical power, exuding a spotless aura, urging Zhao Yan's heart rate to continue to increase.

It's her, it's her! Constantly blinking his eyes, afraid that his moist eyes would be blurred, and his steps were not hurried or irritable, and he staggered slightly towards the woman at the side of the stall.

"Emperor"

The general of Yulinwei, who was staying by Zhao Yan's side, just wanted to say something, but was glared at fiercely by Jiang De, who was following closely by him. signaled him not to make his own decisions; And the general is also a person who knows the price of eyesight, choked his throat two or three times, and obediently stayed aside and watched.

Ten steps. It's anticipation.

Twenty steps is hesitation.

Thirty steps, is the heart still longing.

Forty steps is the heart of immortality.

Fifty steps, it seems that the woman in green clothes did not let him finish fifty steps, and the shadow that had been in a short stay began to move again, turning towards another alley.

"Xiao Xiaoyu!!"

The call. Finally, when the woman in Tsing Yi disappeared, it overflowed from Zhao Yan's mouth, Zhao Yan's hesitant steps suddenly became messy, and he chased after the woman in Tsing Yi who turned into Yuqing Lane.

He was followed by the general of the Yulin Guard. At this time, seeing Zhao Yan running in a panic, he suddenly felt that he had a place to use, and took out the majesty of the military master and shouted loudly on Chang'an West Street.

"The holy car is coming, and you quickly retreat to the side of the road. Kneel! ”

Yu Linwei's shout seemed to have a miraculous effect. The people who were still wandering in the streets scattered like frightened birds and beasts, retreated to the side of the street, and hurriedly found a vacant seat to kneel to welcome the holy driver.

"The emperor is not in a hurry, he will stop the woman at the end."

"Get out of the way and stay there, it's not your turn to teach me how to do it here!"

The horse's fart slapped on the horse's leg, and this Lin Wei was drunk by Zhao Yan, and the whole thing suddenly retreated to the side in disgrace, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Jiang De swept over him with a sneer, laughing at the leader for not knowing how to advance or retreat. I can't tell the situation, and I think that I have a very sacred heart and is very meritorious. I don't want to be disliked. There is a saying that there are many mistakes in saying more, and now in such a situation, the emperor prefers people who are watching from the sidelines rather than people who talk a lot.

Zhao Yan rushed into Yuqing Lane, and the woman in Tsing Yi who had just disappeared at the entrance of the alley did not go far, but stopped at a Yangchun noodle stall thirty steps away; At this time, I talked to the stall owner, and sat down on a low stool, bowing my head and not knowing what he was doing.

Seeing that the person was not lost, Zhao Yan immediately raised his hand to block the person who was following him, and warned him deeply.

"You are not allowed to follow, King Rong can accompany me alone!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The group of people who followed behind responded respectfully, and stayed at the entrance of Yuqing Alley to stand by, watching Zhao Yan walk towards the noodle stall with Zhao Zhenyuan.

Perhaps afraid that this battle would scare the woman in green clothes, Zhao Yan leaned towards her with light steps. At this time, the beating heart was like returning to eleven years ago, by the Jinshui Jade Bridge, under the peach blossom spring tree, the scene of the encounter, over and over again hooked Zhao Yan's youthful feelings that had been gone for many years.

In this life, he, the proud son of heaven, only beat his heart so loudly for Huo Xiaoyu alone.

But the more you pay attention to it, the more it seems that it can't attract the attention of the woman in Tsing Yi. I don't know how long it took, when Zhao Yan and Zhao Zhenyuan stood in front of the woman, she didn't notice any signs at all, and still buried her head and focused on the matter at hand.

It turned out that she had kept her head down, weaving a concentric knot. Zhao Yan saw the woman's concentration clearly, and inexplicably his heart was stabbed fiercely, and a ridiculous thought flashed in his mind.

Who will she give this knot to? The more I think this idea is ridiculous, the more unpleasant it is in my heart.

"Girl."

Zhao Zhenyuan, who had been silent for a long time, called the woman in green clothes for Zhao Yan, who didn't dare to speak, at this time, and the woman who realized it suddenly noticed the movement in front of her, and raised her head in their direction.

For a moment, the eyes met and took away all Zhao Yan's voice, and in the next moment, the heart full of expectations died down and fell into endless loss.

finally saw this woman who had been holding the pipa for a long time, and she was not disappointed, but she was still doomed to futility. This woman in Tsing Yi is indeed somewhat similar to Huo Xiaoyu in appearance, so in the short time when she saw her appearance at the beginning, Zhao Yan had the illusion of mistaking her for Huo Xiaoyu; But under a closer look, the gap between this woman and Huo Xiaoyu in her memory is becoming more and more obvious, but the similarity is not, so it will inevitably cause Zhao Yan's subsequent sense of loss.

The world is full of wonders. In the eight years since his death, Zhao Yan has found traces similar to Huo Xiaoyu on others from time to time; But he knew that no matter how similar they were, they were not the Huo Xiaoyu in his heart after all, the Huo Xiaoyu he wanted.

Zhao Yan has his own principles and bottom line, if it is cherished by himself, no matter how realistic it is, it cannot be replaced; In the past eight years, from time to time, a woman who looks like Huo Xiaoyu will appear in front of him, but he refuses to leave the door at all, probably not liking this kind of self-deception and comfort.

"Is Childe calling the little girl?"

Looking at the two heroic men in front of her, the woman asked with a stunned face.

"I'm sorry to disturb the girl."

After discerning his heart, Zhao Yan put aside his honorable status and apologized to this woman, and slightly restrained his overly concerned gaze.

"I didn't expect to see the girl in the bazaar before, and I thought that you were very similar to an old man of mine, so I rashly chased here to take a look."

"Oh, it's okay son, it's common to recognize the wrong person."

At this time, the woman in Tsing Yi smiled, and another illusion sprung up in Zhao Yan's mind. It is undeniable that the way this woman laughed was really similar to Huo Xiaoyu, and she couldn't help but move Zhao Yan's mind a little. (To be continued......)