I haven't seen him for two years, and Song Fusheng is very happy to see Yang Mingyuan again.

He patted Yang Mingyuan's back with one hand, and signaled: Okay, it's almost there, the official hat is crooked for him.

Only then did Yang Mingyuan let go of Song Fusheng.

looked at his uncle, his eyes were full of smiles, and he was always looking forward to meeting again.

"Hehe, hehehe."

In order to make Yang Mingyuan normal as soon as possible, Song Fusheng could only pat Yang Mingyuan's shoulder again and remind:

"Come, let me introduce you, this is the famous General Liu of our dynasty."

Yang Mingyuan quickly returned to his senses.

Walking in front of the emperor, the names of several generals have been heard many times.

Salute General Liu.

General Liu saw that this Qincha was very familiar with Song Fusheng, and he was not dignified.

deliberately got off the horse, gave the whip to the deputy general behind him, and came to Yang Mingyuan and said: "Well, he is really young and promising, and he is a talent." ”

After Song Fusheng waited for the two of them to finish their polite words, he pointed to Zhou Tongzhi, his deputy, "Lord Zhou." ”

Yang Mingyuan is no longer as polite as he is to General Liu, what do you praise or something, you have heard of it in the capital, Huanglong Wen Xiu is equipped with military equipment, and the two leaders of Yiwen and Wuwu will govern this place in an orderly and ever-changing manner.

treated others with only a decent smile on his face, and with Song Fusheng's introduction, he nodded slightly to more than a dozen officials such as Zhou Tongzhi, Liu Shoubei, and Judge Luo.

As for other officials, Song Fusheng did not introduce them further.

Not necessarily.

Don't make trouble, Mingyuan is an official in the capital, a person who walks in front of the emperor.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, sometimes it does not pay attention to the official rank, but whether it can see the emperor from time to time.

What's more, the people came this time because of the identity of the Qincha, not to mention those small officials, even he Song Fusheng had to cooperate.

Song Fusheng first motioned for General Liu to get on the horse, and then motioned for Yang Mingyuan to get into the car: "Please." ”

Yang Mingyuan began to short circuit again, something else, uncle, you don't get in the car, I can't get on, you come first.

Although the etiquette officials brought by Yang Mingyuan were still in the eyes of the officials of Huanglong Mansion, what they saw was the Song Prefect and Lord Qincha, and the two of them poked and muttered in front of the car for a while.

They waited on the side, and it was embarrassing to get on the bus, not to get on, and not to get on.

In the end, it was Lord Qincha from the capital who won, and the Song prefect got into the car first.

Yellow Dragon City today.

The people were given the task of standing on both sides of the street to meet them.

The people were puzzled at first.

They are close to the border here, and in the past, when it came to pay tribute every few years, there were Qin messengers, and there were even Goryeo envoys passing by with a long procession, but what does it have to do with them?

It's not that much trouble.

Later, the officials knocked on the door to explain to the organization, and the people felt honored.

Why?

Because the officials of the people said:

This is what our big city should be.

There are not many cities in the world next to the border, and if we are fortunate enough to live in this black land, we must have a sense of ownership.

Does the protagonist understand what it means? It's that the door of my house is always open, waiting for you with open arms.

Let's let Qin Cha take a look, and when we turn around, the Yellow Dragon can be passed to the front of the emperor.

We must let the Koreans see that we are only separated by a mountain and a river, but unlike your border, we live and work here in peace and contentment.

So, don't be too tossed, let go of the work in your hand first.

If you look at the people in the capital, all the celebrations must be participated. Are people complaining? That's what the people who live in the big city should do.

Let's Huanglong, today we will first welcome Qincha to practice hands.

Catch up with the foreigners who pass and become more proficient.

The headhunters in charge of several nearby streets have gone up to the trees and are pulling banners.

The people held small red, yellow and green flags, waiting for the official team to enter the city.

Several women who opened a steamed bun noodle soup shop here at the city gate were reprimanded.

The small flag that was sent down has obviously become smaller, and it is angry with the officials, how can they secretly cut it and embroider the purse?

Since the prefect took office, these people have not been easy to manage.

They all know that the prefect of Song is a good official who is the master of the people, and these officials dare to beat and scold in law enforcement as before, which makes them anxious, and these people really dare to jointly sue.

The convoy finally entered the city.

The officials waved their hands: "Wave up!" ”

The people along the street waved small flags one after another, with a smile like a master on their faces.

Mrs. Ma, who is in the dim sum processing factory, goes out to secretly watch the excitement without restricting the little maids who work at home, but her maids do not participate in waving small flags, after all, they are from the prefect's family.

No, I'm listening to the two solar term girls, chattering with her about the excitement at the city gate.

The old lady was very happy to hear it at first, and then she suddenly sighed when she listened.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" The maids who make snacks at home are not called Mrs. Ma, they are always calling for milk, including their younger brother.

The old lady shook her head, but what she thought was:

Alas, I don't know when Minrui will be back.

This time, after two years, her gold leaves are going to be thinned.

Everything is fine in their house, and they want to show off with the kid again.

Come back and take a look, your future father-in-law is a big official, and your milk and my dim sum shop is full.

Of course, such a good day, it's because of you on the front line, Minrui.

Waiting for you to come back, huh? Milk doesn't care if it's a flattering person, the milk goes to the city gate to greet you, and the milk herself waves a small flag for you. You deserve it.

Thinking about it like this, Mrs. Ma was a little sentimental.

stood up, waved his hand to refuse the maid's desire to help her, turned around and went to the office alone.

In the past two years, the old lady has become more and more emotionally moved by the goodness of Lu Minrui's future grandson-in-law.

There is no better candidate.

In the past, she told the truth, at that time, it was more about the status and money of the Lu family. That's really the ancestral tomb smoking, fishing back such a big golden turtle, but you can't let him run.

But now, as she has seen more in recent years, she has looked down on those outside her body, and she has become more and more interested in the essence of the child.

The position is high, developed, and he doesn't eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and he doesn't bother with it, which is too difficult.

Na Minrui, it has to be a young man with a clean heart.

If you look at her old Song family, you can see that where is it, the daughters-in-law are panicking, afraid that the man's family will look for a small one outside.

Look at Minrui again, she has always been so awesome, she has always been the person who messed around, and the most rare thing is that at that time, her son was nothing.

The kid outside is now courting, more or less for her three sons are prefects today, and tomorrow will be better.

But Minrui is the only one who is not.

She had recently learned a new word, and it took her many memorizations to remember it.

Mrs. Ma is unfolding a piece of rice paper, grinding ink, and writing with a pen: Knowing in the end, it is rare to have a lover.

When Mrs. Ma secretly snorted CP, Yang Mingyuan, who came with "wolf ambition", was sitting in the carriage and lifted the curtain and asked his uncle: "Do my aunt and my sister-in-law know that I am coming?" ”

Song Fusheng said:

I don't know, I only heard that there is a Qincha, surnamed Yang.

I didn't dare to associate it with you, do you always feel that you can't walk in front of the emperor?

I can't wait for General Liu's big official to know some news, it is estimated that there is eyeliner in the capital, and the father-in-law is also in the capital. As for your own eyeliner, isn't that coming?

And he and General Liu haven't met much, he's busy.

After Song Fusheng finished speaking, he looked at Yang Mingyuan and smiled.

It's so good, I didn't expect to meet again in just two years, you must know that in ancient times, there were many officials here who would never see each other again for the rest of their lives after separation.

This also shows that this kid is doing a good job and is very useful.

After doing a good job, it will take another year, and it will be full in three years, and Chong can be sent to be a messenger this time, and the emperor can arrange for this kid to enter the ministry.

Yang Mingyuan concealed the loss in his heart, and if he didn't know the news, he wouldn't appear on the street.

However, it was already good to meet Uncle Song.

He squeezed Song Fusheng's hand tightly on the other side.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

They turned their heads and looked at the street with a smile on their faces, "Uncle, Huanglong has you, and the people here are blessed." ”

"What a blessing, it's just to cross the river by feeling the stones, and this small flag is also the first time it has been held.

Let's sweep the streets, clean up the mess, pull up banners.

I thought that when you led the envoy group over, wouldn't we have a lot of face?

Let those Koreans take a look, don't think that our court is at war, and the people seem to be very poor. ”

Yang Mingyuan nodded with a smile, Uncle was so far away, but he fully realized the holy will.

is also a prefect, he passed through the old imperial capital of Fengtian, and found that it was almost meaningless.

There is a reason why his uncle was promoted quickly.

To do it or not to do it, to make a judgment.

Before he left, the emperor's attitude that asked him to come this time was that even if our dynasty was in civil strife, you Goryeo were not worthy of being partners. It is more reasonable: "The dwelling is respectful, the deacon is respectful, and the people are loyal, although they are ruined, they cannot be abandoned." "It's best to be a border vassal country in a proper manner, don't think about things you shouldn't think.

"Uncle, what are those people sitting on the side of the street for?"

Song Fusheng squinted and told Yang Mingyuan:

"Painter, draw a scene along the street, and I'll do it when you come back.

I thought that in the future, every time the messenger passed, it would be drawn, which could be regarded as a kind of record and inheritance.

When the time comes, it will be hung in the corridor of the government office, which can be regarded as the reception of previous officials of Huanglong. ”

Diplomacy requires some rituals.

Yang Mingyuan nodded, and when he turned around, he must bring the adjutant's mouth and tell the emperor about this.

That night, Song Fusheng did not return until the second half of the night.

Yang Mingyuan: It was past noon when they arrived, and they had a working meal at the government and began to hold a meeting.

It is necessary to study how to receive and maintain the accommodation, the personnel to guard and maintain along the way, whether to let those Koreans wander around in their leisure time to investigate the situation, how to hand over, and who will go.

For Song Fusheng, it's quite troublesome, in the past, the town guard general and the Qin cha were in place, but this time the emperor also asked Mingyuan to change the word and let him go.

This meeting, as soon as it opens, will be in the evening.

I can't deal with dinner at night, and the idle people will be arranged to enter the officials' house, and Mingyuan and the adjutant and officials of the Ministry of Rites will make arrangements.

This is an official banquet and a public entertainment.

Song Fusheng was drunk, his alcohol consumption was far worse than that of General Liu, and the officials from the capital and the officials from Huanglong were staggered, pushing the cup and changing the lamp.

Mi Shou heard the sound of the carriage entering the courtyard, and ran out in the middle of the night with a lantern, "Uncle, are you okay?" ”

Song Fusheng put his arm around the baby's neck, smiled at Mi Shou's head and kissed him: "Old son." ”

Mi Shou: "...... okay, you don't need to answer, you drank too much."

Qian Peiying got up with her clothes on, waved her hand to drive away Mi Shou and Da Fu, and told them to go back to sleep quickly.

She took over and held Song Fusheng: "Why do you drink so much?" ”

"Guess who's coming?"

"I don't guess, your mantra, you guess, don't come to this set with me."

Song Fusheng said excitedly: "Mingyuan is here, he is the Qincha this time!" ”

Qian Peiying was angry and wanted to twist Song Fusheng's ears, "You be quiet, wake everyone up in the middle of the night." ”

Meanwhile.

Yang Mingyuan's face looked like he hadn't drunk, but he was very drunk.

He slowly undressed himself, revealing his smooth and white back, and looked at the letter he took out of his bosom as he undressed, his eyes slightly misty.

After more than a month of traveling, I finally arrived at the place.

Another busy day.

I wanted to say what I wanted to say the most, but I didn't say it, and he and his uncle never broke off by their side.

Yang Mingyuan leaned in the bathtub and closed his eyes and began to review what he was going to say when he was courting.

These words were the result of his assumptions, changes, and assumptions over and over again, from the time he knew that he was going to be appointed as a messenger, and how he should answer the questions that his uncle would ask him.

Carrying it in his heart, Yang Mingyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and shook his head dejectedly in the room alone.

When is the best time to bring this up?

What's the use of memorizing those, talking about his changes in the past two years, and talking about how he can afford a family?

The more he wanted to kick the door, the more nervous Yang Mingyuan became.

It was almost dawn outside, and he hadn't fallen asleep yet, so he pushed open the window of the Huanglong Inn, and lay on the windowsill looking in the direction of the prefect's backyard.

He knew that he had to have a deep chat with Uncle Song in private and get his father's approval, so that he could see Poria without being rude.

In Uncle Song, no amount of drafts is useless, only sincerity can impress.

The next morning, Governor Song pinched his uncomfortable throat, and his throat hurt from the moment he got up.

While pinching his throat and coughing twice, he went to the dining room to eat.

Mrs. Ma looked disgusted, "What kind of small body are you, others are not good, and you are drinking crookedly, right?" In the middle of the night, I heard your voice, and I can't learn how to change tea for bars. ”

Song Fusheng was buried by his mother and did not squeak for two sentences.

Grandpa brought him honey water, and after drinking it, he said, "Then who, Yang Mingyuan is here, I can't push the wine bureau out." ”

Family: "Huh? ”

Is that Yang Zhuangyuan? The one who used to be quite poor in the family? Now how is his family in the capital, why don't you ask, the designated old developed.

Listening to Fugui and them coming back, Yang Zhuangyuan didn't help our family lightly, and it seems that he also helped find someone on the issue of buying a boat this time.

The women of the family only cared about these gossip issues, and asked enthusiastically, "Do you want to entertain?" ”

When I arrived in Huanglong, I was going to come home, and the relationship was here.

Song Lingling chopsticks were beaten, she knew yesterday that the kid was very good, she heard about it in Yanfu, but she didn't go home to talk about it.

Song Fusheng looked at Peiying: "I invited him to dinner at home in a private name today, you can see how it is arranged." ”

"Okay."

What Qian Peiying didn't expect was that several ladies came to the factory to talk to her, and when they were sending off guests, they only saw a young man standing in front of the door.

I didn't dare to admit it at first sight.

This Yang Mingyuan feels that he has changed, his body is a lot stronger, this time "Yang Kang" is really worthy of the name, not as thin as before.

"Mingyuan?"

"Auntie."

Yang Mingyuan took Qian Peiying from work.

Before, he also went to the academy where Mi Shou was to see Mi Shou.

was known by the gentleman there, probably knowing that he was the champion name, and he also warmly invited, so he left a few words to encourage the students of the college.

It made him just want to stop and watch Mi Shou go to class, and he didn't take a few more looks.

Those ladies, especially Zhou Tongzhi's wife, knew that this guy seemed to be the messenger sent by the emperor this time, and they were reluctant to get into the carriage, and they couldn't wait to stay and listen to a few ears.

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