In front of the crowd.

Cao Xin stood viciously, on his left cheek, a hideous scar passed through his eyes from the corner of his forehead to the area of his jaw, and the rolled flesh and black hole-like eye sockets made him look like a fierce god from hell.

"There are noisy people, kill, there are crowds, kill!" Cao Xin shouted.

A group of personal soldiers received the general's order, and Li Yuan was watching from behind, and suddenly came to the next level, straightened their bodies, lined up in a dense wall of people, and blocked all the idle people on both sides of the road.

"It's all gone, with this effort, go to the Leyou Plains in the south of the city to do a job, and you can still support a few people in the family." An honest-looking man coughed, turned away with a hoe on his shoulder.

This is a smart man.

A person who can anticipate danger and avoid it is the breadwinner of a family.

This man is about thirty years old, and he has an unknown animal skin around his waist, and he looks like he has just moved out of the mountains, and only by hiding in the deep mountains of the Qinling Mountains can a strong man like him escape the repeated wars.

Someone takes the lead, someone follows.

Slowly, the flow of people gathered at Baqiao was decreasing little by little, making the march of the convoy smoother, in fact, the Qin people, who were accustomed to discipline, were not very enthusiastic about watching and joining in the fun.

This time, if it weren't for the incident of the restoration of Great Qin that had released their long-suppressed mood, they would not have rushed to witness the appearance of Li Yuan and other Zhongxing heroes.

The little lady who stood on tiptoe on the river steps and looked into the distance was pleasantly surprised to find that the front was open, and the crowd blocking the view was sparse, and even the north wind blowing from the other side of the city was full of strength.

"Oops!" The little lady let out a low cry, and a piece of her daughter's silk scarf tied on her head was blown away from the hair mark, and then, under the blowing of the turbulent currents around her, it actually floated to the direction of the center of the bridge.

The wind crosses the bridge.

With a little bit of dry noise on the northwest prairie.

Li Yuan took a deep breath, looked past the trains in front of him that had passed through the bridgehead and entered the city gate, and threw himself into the unknown and vast direction that he could not see clearly.

What does the future hold?

Li Yuan is now unpredictable.

The advantage of historical foresight has completely lost its value by now, and even if he still thinks according to the inherent way of thinking, it is very likely that he will suffer a big loss.

Times have changed.

People are also changing, and the emergence of Li Yuan, from changing personal circumstances to changing the course of major events, is pushing this era into an unknown and strange era little by little.

Therefore, if he wants to live more, he also needs to pay more sweat, absorb more knowledge, and gather more talents, only in this way can he make himself stronger and stronger, and only in order to make Qin truly become the overlord of this era.

Under the crotch, the yellow fat horse will not think about what the owner is thinking, it looks left and right, looking extraordinarily spiritual, today, is not only a day of Li Yuan's scenery, but also its most proud day.

The shiny fur and neat teeth are all showing its liliang and health. A group of chariot-pulling companions passed by, their horses with their heads bowed, panting, and struggling with their heavy hooves, casting envious glances at it.

The yellow fat horse glanced disdainfully at these companions who were only pulling the cart, and his eyes were full of pride.

Only hard work will get glory.

This is true of people, and the same is true of war horses.

Maxima often has, but Bole does not often have. From among thousands of generals, finding an excellent master is a lucky thing for a war horse.

Before the white horse crossed, the yellow fat horse used to drag the injured body, galloping hundreds of miles day and night; Going north to Helan, in front of the nomads and horses, it has never fallen behind.

The yellow fat horse's toes were high, and it was difficult to contain its excitement, and it couldn't help but raise its head and snort.

The silk scarf had already begun to fall, but it was suddenly pushed by a gust of air from below, and immediately as if it had regained its strength, it pasted towards a huge black shadow on the horse.

"Smack!"

Li Yuan's left arm was wrapped in a silk scarf, and the spikes of the armor cut through the surface of the soft scarf, leaving a faint trace.

Retracting his thoughts, Li Yuan couldn't help laughing.

When did you become a poet with a whimsical mind?

Thinking about the fact that Xin Sheng, Zhang Han, Yang Xiong and other veterans in the army persuaded him to marry a newcomer as soon as possible and start a family a few days ago, Li Yuan couldn't help but have a big head.

As a pseudo-ancient person who has traveled back in time, Li Yuan has secrets that cannot be known. And the people around you, if you can't keep secrets well, or have selfish thoughts, there will definitely be times of disharmony in the future.

Confidantes and confidants.

Which one is it?

Whether it is the eldest princess Yushu, who is as close as the eldest sister-in-law and has a skin-to-skin relationship, or Gu Yunniang, who has been waiting hard and has an infatuated heart, Li Yuan suddenly felt that dealing with the fight between women was not easier than fighting on the battlefield.

The man who came home was actually a half-grown child. Sometimes you just need a harbor that can make your mood relax, simple laughter, simple crying, simple not thinking, no need to guess the meaning of every sentence, no need to build a fence in your heart, and guard against others.

And this, for many people, is a dream of luxury.

At least, a hero like Liu Bang, the king of Han, who embraced Lu Pheasant on the left and Qi Ji on the right, and then two women fought for their heads and bloodshed, Li Yuan didn't want to do it.

"Hey, uncle, silk scarf, give me back?" The immature and good-sounding soft words disrupted Li Yuan's mood, and when he looked at the voice, it was a little lady with apricot eyes and willow eyebrows lying on Cao Xin's arm, waving her little hands indiscriminately and calling out.

"Uncle, am I that old?" Li Yuan touched the beard that had just grown under his chin, and the man's self-esteem was hit hard.

"If you don't pay it back, so what?" Looking at the energetic and careless little lady, the depressed Li Yuan suddenly became playful, and suddenly took the silk scarf embroidered with the word "Xin" in his hand.

"No, I'll tell my dad to go." The little lady was ashamed and angry, and said angrily.

"Haha, what a big breath. Li Yuan haha smiled, and under the almost angry gaze of the little lady, he crumpled the silk scarf into a ball and stuffed it into his arms.

After this delay, most of the eldest princess's convoy had already entered the city. In a big mood, Li Yuan pulled the reins of the horse, and took Cao Xin and others to ride the horse into the city.

The little lady was extremely annoyed, she didn't expect that the big hero in her mind, Li Yuan, turned out to be a scoundrel, no, it should be said that he was a big scoundrel.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed in twos and threes.

"Hey, have you heard, Li Hou hasn't married yet, I don't know whose daughter is so lucky?" A few gossiping mothers-in-law were on the steps by the river, washing their clothes and laughing in low voices.

Note: The mystery slowly opens, call Uncle Li Yuan's little mother, guess who it is? Well, I think it's good, ask for a ticket, give a collection, thank you! Continue with the codeword.