Finally, when the sun was three poles, news finally came from the front.

Tanhualang's provincial team has arrived near the land temple in the south and is walking towards the entrance of the village.

Li Zheng waved his hand: "Big guy, get ready!" ”

The team finally entered the village.

On the main road at the gate of the Mu family's courtyard, the artillery battle prepared by the sight was lit.

The dragon and lion dance teams invited in advance also danced.

Firecrackers rang out in unison, gongs and drums were noisy.

People from ten miles and eight villages have come to Changping Village to see the excitement.

Rows of neat and orderly officials and errands, leading the way with big signs in their hands.

On both sides of the road, the onlookers almost didn't know how to read, and they didn't know what words were written on which sign, and the faces of the crowd were filled with excitement and novelty.

A pair of eyes, looking for the proud son of the sky in the crowd.

Among the onlookers, there were old people with gray hair and lost all their teeth.

They lived all their lives, and most of their bodies were buried in the ground.

I didn't expect to see such a scene in my lifetime, and this life is enough.

And the children, caught in the crowd, or held in the arms of their parents and on their shoulders.

They all opened their eyes wide in their clothes and curiosity, and they wanted to engrave the scene they saw here in their memories deeply.

When I grow up, like my ancestors, I will be working in the fields and resting.

Take a puff of dry tobacco, take a sip of cold tea, look at the direction of the distant capital, and tell your descendants about the big scene you saw when you were a child......

Yang Ruoqing also stood in the crowd, watching the team pass by in an orderly manner on the road in front of her.

She saw the young man on a tall horse, huddled in the middle.

Dressed in a white flowing cloud robe, handsome and elegant.

The black hair was tied in a bun on the top of his head, and he wore a gilded official hat.

The facial features are delicate and handsome, and the temperament is elegant and dusty.

The fingers holding the pen, slender and handsome, tugged at the reins in their hands.

When he sat on horseback, his eyes did not squint, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he passed through the crowd, and all the light gathered on him.

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers.

Tanhualang, really personable, extraordinary!

Yang Ruoqing stood in the crowd and watched the white-clothed elegance pass by step from her sight.

On the side, several big girls and little daughters-in-law all looked straight and their faces turned red.

The exclamations one after another, and the sound of the girls' pounding heartbeats,

Even if these four gongs and drums were noisy, they were still captured by Yang Ruoqing.

She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

The man is still the same person he used to be.

Just because of the change of identity and status, that person's charm suddenly sublimated.

What's more, Mu Zichuan himself is the master of both appearance and temperament.

This trip to high school to explore flowers, a trip back to his hometown, it is estimated that he will capture the hearts of countless girls, right?

For a long time after that, I'm afraid that countless big girls and little daughters-in-law will often break into his figure in their dreams, right?

Hey......

She was thinking badly, when she was suddenly kicked in the stomach by a villain.

At that time, her hand happened to be habitually on her stomach.

There are a lot of people, and she is afraid that someone who will not be long-sighted will bump into her, so her hands are habitually stroking her stomach.

At this moment, when a villain kicked his fist, it happened to touch the palm of her hand.

She clearly felt the strength and contour of that little hand.

This discovery made her almost cry out in amazement.

Knowing her son Mo Ruomu, of course Yang Ruoqing knew why this little guy suddenly woke up and was still mad in her stomach.

She gently stroked her stomach and said to the villain in her heart: "Don't worry, no matter how handsome others are, no matter how they pull the style, it is not your mother's cup of tea." ”

"Your mother's food is your father."

"Moreover, your father's meal has been eaten by me, haha, it has become your ......"

After some reassurance from her, a certain villain gradually calmed down.

Yang Ruoqing let out a long breath.

I am not afraid of heaven and earth, and now I finally have someone to compromise.

You little fellow, let me compromise, back down, and be tolerant......

But I'm so willing, this should be mother's love, right?

Ahead, Mu Zichuan was surrounded by everyone and arrived near the courtyard of Lao Mu's house.

Then, the team stopped, he grabbed the reins and dropped lightly from the high horse.

Seeing his dismount action, Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

This kid, in order to return to his hometown, he has practiced getting on and off the horse no less than a hundred times in advance, right?

Look, how neat and chic, hehe......

"Ouch!"

As soon as the thought of this thought was turned, a villain in his stomach was going crazy again.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly vacated her thoughts and kept the Lingtai clear.

Then, tell a little guy in the belly over and over again that your father is the best, your father is the most chic, and the most handsome!

Your father gets on and off the horse, the first in the world......

In the stomach, the anger of a certain villain gradually subsided.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't cry or laugh.

Is this child a man or a woman?

Why are you so close to the child's father and defend him so much?

It is said that the son and the father are enemies, and the daughter is the little lover of the father's previous life.

So, this belly is a girl, right?

Is it really good for a girl to have such a big temper?

Thinking about it like this, in front, after Tanhualang Mu Zichuan turned over and dismounted, he put his hands behind his back and raised his eyes to look at the small farm yard in front of him.

Qingjun's face was full of emotion.

At this moment, a woman ran excitedly from the courtyard gate.

"Zichuan!"

Widow Liu shouted towards Mu Zichuan, and when she reached a few steps in front of Mu Zichuan, she suddenly stopped again.

The woman looked at the young man in the gorgeous brocade dress in front of her, he was so personable and noble.

This...... Is it really my son?

Widow Liu was surprised and delighted, and couldn't believe it.

She wanted to go forward, but when she saw such a big battle, the woman was a little afraid.

"Zichuan? Are you really back? ”

The woman shouted a little timidly towards Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan has been looking at the small farm yard in front of him, as if he has seen the scenes of his life here in the past 20 years.

He was immersed in the memories......

It wasn't until the woman's voice reached his ears that he came to his senses.

"Mother!"

Mu Zichuan turned around slowly and saw the woman in front of him who had not seen her for nearly a year.

Qingjun's face, pupils shrunk slightly, and every muscle on his face trembled slightly.

"Mother!"

He shouted again, and pounced on Widow Liu.

When he got closer, Mu Zichuan stopped, brushed off his white Liuyun robe, and fell to the ground on his knees.

"Mother, my son kowtowed to you!"

On the ground, there were hard bluestone slabs, although in order to prepare for today's welcome ceremony, they had already sent people to clean this road, as well as several other main roads in the village.