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Dahan picked up Lan Yucheng and Mr. Jiang, asked where they were going, and drove the carriage towards the Weiwu Marquis' Mansion. Because it was a morning market, there were many pedestrians on the road, and the speed of the carriage slowed down: "We are also fated, and we actually met twice in Kyoto." The big man turned back roughly and smiled at the two people in the carriage.

Lan Yucheng was silent, with a slight smile on his face, and nodded slightly.

Dahan didn't lose a trace of enthusiasm because of Lan Yucheng's reaction, and continued: "Childe, you should be the first time to come to Kyoto, it is rare to see a childe with such a look as you on weekdays, if I have seen it, I will definitely remember it." ”

"It's true that I haven't been back for many years." After waiting for a long time, this long-sounding voice came out of the carriage.

"Childe is from Kyoto" Dahan looked back with some surprise, and continued: "It's really strange, Saburo has been doing tea house business at the city gate since his father's generation, he has been doing business with his father since he was a child, why haven't I seen you say over there that you must not be as good as Prince Naluo's son." Hmph, I don't think there will be a son in this world who looks more like an immortal than you. ”

Dahan remembered that Saburo's face, and his face was full of refusal to admit defeat. If it weren't for the way, he really wanted to take the carriage to send this prince to San Lang to take a look, and see if he said that Prince Luo's son was more like an immortal, or if the prince in his carriage was more like an immortal

This is the first time that Lan Yucheng has mentioned the words "Prince Luo's son" from someone he doesn't know, and a lot of feelings have poured out from the deepest part of his heart. Lan Yucheng smiled a little desolately, it turned out that there were still people who remembered the former Prince Luo's son.

"You have never seen Prince Luo's son, how can you be so sure" Lan Yucheng didn't notice that the tone of his voice had a hint of ridicule that had not appeared for a long time. This is a feeling that has not been felt since the death of the former Prince Luo on that day.

It was such a simple sentence that choked the big man. That's right, he hasn't seen Prince Luo's son either, how can he be sure that he is right, but thinking of San Lang's appearance, Dahan just knew that he might be wrong, and he refused to admit defeat, his face turned red, and he said with a stalk around his neck: "I know"

Lan Yucheng felt a little funny, shook his head slightly, and said: "I remember that when I left that year, the portrait of Prince Luo's son was posted everywhere in Kyoto, and I didn't see it much when I returned to Beijing this time, so you didn't go to look at the notice posted."

The man who drove the car pulled the reins in his hand, and said with some embarrassment on his face, "Like me, I played with the mud in the field when I was young, where I could read half a word, I couldn't understand what the notice wrote, I only dared to catch my car, and I made money to go home to build a house in the future, and my wife and children all had food to eat.

The most obvious truth is that he hasn't always figured it out. Lan Yucheng lowered his eyes and stopped talking. Since he returned to Kyoto, he has been staying in the house and rarely going out, for fear that the people around him will recognize him and cause unnecessary trouble. It's just that I never thought about it, what does the son of the world have to do with the common people, as long as the people can eat and cover the quilt, it doesn't matter who the people above are.

"Perhaps, being a common man who doesn't know anything is the least troublesome." Mr. Jiang, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth.

Looking at the more and more familiar white walls and green tiles outside the car, how many years had he not been to this place, he still thought that he walked out of the gate of the Mighty Marquis Mansion that day, and he no longer had anything to do with everything in this mansion. didn't expect that after so many years, after going around and around, he would still come back.

Lan Yucheng raised his eyes to look at Mr. Jiang, only to see a sense of loneliness on his face, and his confused eyes didn't know what he remembered. Although he didn't know what age Mr. Jiang was, he just treated him like a woman. If he is really lucky enough to spend the second half of his life with Xiao Ruo, he and Xiao Ruo will treat him like a father.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Mighty Marquis Mansion, even the White Sun Gate was never opened, and only when the emperor came in person would he see the gate of the Mighty Marquis Mansion open to greet him.

The man who was driving the car took off the wheelchair that was tied to it, and carried Lan Yucheng to the wheelchair and sat down. Thinking about it, with the experience of the last time, the man did this very lightly. It's just that since Mr. Jiang stood in front of the gate of the Mighty Marquis Mansion, he looked lost and depressed, and there were faint tears in his eyes.

Mr. Jiang took a deep breath and walked towards the door step by step, he was no longer the little hairy man who loved to cry back then, why should he let himself be so compassionate

The door opened a gap that could only accommodate one person, and a young and handsome porter walked out of it, looked at Mr. Jiang and bowed down and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

When Mr. Jiang saw the visitor, he was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "Uncle Quan is no longer here?"

When the young porter heard this, he was also slightly stunned, and kept looking Mr. Jiang up and down. His father does have the word "Quan" in his name, and the people in the house also love to call his father Uncle Quan, and they never look down on him because his father is just a small porter. Just because my father was a person who followed the old marquis on the battlefield in the past, this dignity alone is not envied by others.

But the little porter was afraid that he had guessed wrong, he had never seen his father have such a friend. Thinking about it like this, he asked again: "This is the Mighty Marquis Mansion, I don't know what Mr. has to do" Coming from the main gate, he must not be looking for the people in the mansion.

Mr. Jiang woke up as if in a dream, looking at the face of the little porter, as if he could see another person from this young face: "What is the relationship between Uncle Quan, the porter of the Mighty Marquis Mansion and you in the past?"

"It's my dad." The little porter was stunned by this question: "If Mr. wants to find my father, he should go to the side door, and let the doorkeeper call for help." ”

When Mr. Jiang heard this, he knew that Uncle Quan was still alive, so he shook his head, took out a beautiful peach wood hairpin from his arms and handed it over: "Please send this thing to the old marquis, if he doesn't want to see me, please bring this thing back." ”

The little porter frowned, scratched his head in embarrassment, and looked at the hairpin in front of him inexplicably. On weekdays, the old marquis is not seen, even if a big official comes, at most he is entertained by the marquis. This hairpin is only carved from peach wood, although it is very exquisite, but it is not worth a few dollars, and I don't know what the origin of this person is, but he wants to send this thing to the old marquis.

The little porter raised his eyes to look at Mr. Jiang, thinking that this person seemed to be acquainted with his father, and should not be a poor relative who fought the autumn wind, so he said: "Okay, then you wait here, I'll send it to try, but I can't guarantee that it will be delivered to the old marquis." With that, the little porter reached out and took the hairpin from Mr. Jiang's hand and closed the door again.

Lan Yucheng finished paying for the car and kept watching Mr. Jiang. From that hairpin, the doubts in his heart deepened. That peach wood hairpin is clearly a woman's old thing, Mr. Jiang has been living with Yichu since he was a child, and he thinks that this hairpin has been on his body for a long time, but why is Mr. Jiang so sure, the old marquis Jiang will meet him when he sees this hairpin

But before the question could spin in his mind, the door that had just been closed opened again. This time, it is no longer the same as just now, there is only a gap that can accommodate one person, but it is completely open.

"It's really you," a dark green robe strode out of it.

Lan Yucheng raised his eyes and saw that the person who came turned out to be the mighty Marquis. At this moment, Lan Yucheng was even more puzzled, who was this Mr. Jiang, who could make the mighty Marquis walk out so out of shape, and the two were clearly acquainted.

The mighty Marquis looked at the person in front of him who he hadn't seen for many years, making him think he was dead. Suddenly noticed that there was another person next to him, turned around and looked over, but he didn't think that it was the prince of Luo.

"Master Hou, don't come unharmed." Lan Yucheng saw the mighty Marquis come over, a detached smile appeared on his face, and he arched his hand.

The Weiwu Marquis Mansion is the backbone of Prince Cheng, and naturally it is also the political enemy of Prince Luo's Mansion. That year, Prince Luo died in the Taihe Palace, but in fact, the Mighty Marquis Mansion could not get rid of it. But now is not the time for them to look into the past.

The mighty Marquis returned the salute to Lan Yucheng, but he didn't answer, but turned to look at Mr. Jiang again and said, "I have already asked someone to send your mother's hairpin, and I think my father should meet you soon." ”

That peach wood hairpin turned out to be Mr. Jiang's mother's hairpin Lan Yucheng heard this, and his heart moved, could it be that Mr. Jiang was the illegitimate son of the old marquis who was exiled but in a blink of an eye, Lan Yucheng overturned his idea.

Mr. Jiang's age seems to be much older than the mighty marquis, and the time is not right at all. If Mr. Jiang is the eldest son given birth to by the concubine in the mansion of the mighty marquis, then why has no one mentioned it and looked at the appearance of the mighty marquis, although his face is not very good-looking, but his attitude towards Mr. Jiang is quite respectful, and there is no sense of superiority of the concubine to the concubine.

"Thank you." When Mr. Jiang heard this, he only bowed his hand to the mighty Marquis quite detachedly, then turned around and walked behind Lan Yucheng without saying a word.

The mighty Marquis sighed, but when he saw Lan Yucheng and Mr. Jiang standing together, the entanglement and contradiction on his face deepened, and he didn't know what he was thinking with flashing eyes.

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