On November 25th, it has been five days since they arrived in Bianjing, but as soon as these five days came, Li Hao and others could not see Chai Rong, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but only saw a few officials who were responsible for receiving them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Hao was a little irritable, he hadn't been so anxious for a long time, he came by the emperor's order, but now he couldn't even see the shadow of the Great Zhou Emperor, how could he not be anxious.

Seeing that Meng Xuanjue was not in a hurry at all, he sometimes played chess in the past few days, sometimes went to Bianjing City for a walk, and now he is reading a book here: "My Royal Highness the Prince, why are you still so calm." ”

"Why should Lord Li be in a hurry, the Great Zhou thinks that the Heavenly Empire is the superior country, so he naturally wants to subdue us, and this avoidance is just a means for the Great Zhou Emperor Weihe and us." Ancient people were so procrastinating, paying attention to this and that, Meng Xuanjue had already learned it, so it was normal.

"Let's go, let's go shopping, buy some items, and bring some back to your family when the time comes."

"Your Highness, you... Go by yourself, Lao Chen doesn't have that mind. Li Hao said helplessly, Meng Xuanjue's mind is becoming more and more incomprehensible now.

After saying goodbye to Li Hao, Meng Xuanjue did not have a trace of trouble, but was full of relaxation, with a comfortable face, and walked out of the door of the post house with two entourages.

Meng Xuanjue's current identity is Li Hao's nephew, and he naturally has an entourage to follow him when he goes out. This person is Li Sheng, who was injured earlier, and came to Da Zhou with Meng Xuanjue after recovery.

Coming out of the post house, he wanted to walk around Bianjing City and see the market life here, but Li Sheng did not leave an inch, following him, for fear that he would make a mistake.

"Li Sheng, where are we going to go next?" Meng Xuanjue asked lightly.

Li Sheng reminded: "Childe, we should go back, if we don't go back, Lord Li will have to worry, besides, this is Bianjing, it's better to be careful if it's not a CD." ”

"Afraid of what?" Meng Xuanjue laughed in a low voice: "No one knows who I am?" What will happen? So saying, he continued on his way.

Li Sheng looked at the back of Meng Xuanjue, who was about to disappear, and followed helplessly: "Your Highness, you see it's almost noon, why don't we go eat something first." ”

"Yes, that's fine."

The two of them are like this, one after the other, unhurried twists and turns, here is worthy of being the most prosperous area in Bianjing, the streets are spacious, people come and go, teahouses, shops, taverns, restaurants, workshops are all over the streets, although there is no modern architectural decoration of the magnificence, but there is an antique style.

On the street, there are bustling people, there are people sitting in sedan chairs, people on horseback, people carrying burdens, all kinds of people, etc., the streets are lined up with small vendors, shouting and shouting endlessly.

Suddenly, Meng Xuanjue heard a fresh tune, no musical instrument accompaniment, only the sound of chopsticks hitting the porcelain bowl, but it was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and at a glance, it turned out to be a young girl singing a small song on the side, and the people listening to the song couldn't help but sit down on her stall and eat some snacks.

"Let's go, let's go there." After Meng Xuanjue finished speaking, he walked straight over. When I walked in, it was a tofu brain stall, busy with a middle-aged man about thirty years old, and the girl was humming a little song on the side, attracting customers.

"Boss, two bowls of tofu brain." Meng Xuanjue sat down and said loudly. Then I listened to the song carefully, but I seemed to feel the sadness and helplessness in the music.

Just as he was engrossed in listening to the music, he suddenly heard a slender voice shouting: "What a bad song you sing, it's hard to listen to it, change it to a more cheerful one." ”

Xiaoqu stopped abruptly, this is a stall, not a restaurant, there are more people around, this voice suddenly made this place quiet.

Meng Xuanjue looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a thin man with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks walking over with two servants, and it was a few of them who shouted.

The man came closer, glanced at everyone with his peripheral vision, and fixed his gaze on the girl who was singing. The girl is very delicate, maybe she is not very old, she has not grown yet, and she looks immature, but her pitiful demeanor can't help but make people feel a sense of possessiveness.

"Hey, this Du Gongzi is here to harm people again."

"Pity the little girl."

As he spoke, this Du Gongzi looked at the girl in front of him carefully, slowly showed a surprised look on his face, and then ordered the entourage behind him to step forward.

"Selling tofu brains, my Du Gongzi wants to listen to this girl sing, I wonder if you can go to Du Mansion?" The attendant said to the middle-aged man as if he were commanding.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to buy their account, "Du Gongzi, we only sell tofu brain, not singing, if you want to listen to music, go somewhere else." ”

When Du Gongzi heard this, his face was ugly, and he immediately scolded: "Don't be ashamed? Have you figured it out? ”

Meng Xuanjue saw that this person was so arrogant, how could he tolerate it, so he wanted to stand up and theorize, but he was preempted, only to see a fair-skinned young man slap the table and say: "This is the Bianjing City of the Great Zhou, you are so oppressive of the people, aren't you afraid of the king's law?" ”

Du Gongzi was obviously stunned by this person's words, looking at the gorgeous young man in front of him, he was a little hesitant, but in the capital, there is no such person, as the son of Du Jiang, a tyrant in the west market of Bianjing City, the upper class has seen a lot, but he has not seen this person, "Boy, who are you, dare to take care of the uncle's affairs, don't you want to live?" ”

Meng Xuanjue saw that this person's face was flushed by Du Gongzi's words, and with what he said before, with his eyes, he was happy at first glance: "A rich lady dressed as a man? After all, I have never seen such hooliganism, and some of them can't answer. ”

The young man's non-answer made Du Gongzi and his entourage laugh unscrupulously, perhaps it was the teasing around him that made him find his courage, so he said loudly: "In broad daylight, with so many people around watching, aren't you afraid of people from the official mansion coming?" ”

Du Gongzi thought to himself that more things are better than less, there are too many people here, but those who dare not give me Du Chong's face, how can I give up, and then said disdainfully: "Okay, okay, let's go." ”

The middle-aged man looked at Du Gongzi immediately, and hurriedly took the girl's hand and came to the young son's side, "Thank you Gongzi for your help, I am grateful to the little girl." ”

The young man hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No need to be polite, I don't think this person will give up, you still don't want to be here in the future, I have some silver taels here, not a lot, you should take your daughter to leave Bianjing, go back to the countryside, buy some good land, and live a good life." ”

Seeing that they were still thanking him, he took out a silver tael from the entourage beside him and handed it to the middle-aged man: "This place is not suitable for a long time, you better hurry out of the city." ”