All the way to Lingshui Street, Jiang Zitang and I never spoke again, because of the closure of the Flower Temple at night, this street lost the hustle and bustle of the day, and occasionally a few children held hands and sang nursery rhymes in a circle.

Smoke rose from the rooftops of each house, adding a bit of inexplicable smoke and fire.

"Princess."

"Huh?"

I looked up at Jiang Zitang, but he shook his head and smiled faintly at me: "It's nothing, it's just a call." ”

I hummed softly and slowed down a little, the crunchy nursery rhymes of children, and the faint smoke of cooking, I hadn't heard or seen them for a long time.

In Yun'an Temple, unless the Bodhisattva in the temple has a birthday, generally few people will climb the mountain to burn incense and pray here, and the most heard is the sound of the fish and wood chanting the Buddha, or the mountain wind blows through the letter tree, and the sound is swaying.

"Malaysia! Malaysia! ”

Suddenly there was the shouting of a few children in the quiet street, the sound of horses' hooves on the pavement was really startling, I looked in the direction of a few children, they were standing on the side of the road pointing not far away and shouting, and a little boy was running around the road imitating the posture of riding a horse.

The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer, but there was no intention of pulling the horse slowly, the little boy was still running happily, I was not good, and hurriedly shouted at the little boy: "Get out of the way, quick, don't run!" ”

But the children clapped their hands and shouted, but no one heard me, and when they saw that the horse was about to run over, they ran away without thinking much about it.

The little boy in his arms kept trembling, and the high hooves of the horse almost fell, if it weren't for Jiang Zitang reaching out in time to grab the horse rope.

The horse's head shook wildly, and the roaring horse led several families out, and the little boy finally couldn't help crying loudly: "Mother! Mother! ”

"Woo ......" a big man who was sitting high on the horse pulled the horse's rope and caused the horse's head to deviate in one direction, and his hooves fell heavily on the roadboard.

At this moment a woman in a dark blue cloth dress walked quickly, her swarthy face was full of anxiety and fear, and the little boy in my arms ran at the sight of the woman coming, and cried out while holding her waist.

"Mother!"

"Good tiger, mother's good tiger, let my mother see, is there anything wrong?" The woman looked at the little boy's face, and then touched the little boy's body, and when she saw that there was nothing to do, she was relieved, and slapped the boy's ass a few times, with a hint of crying in her voice: "Mother told you not to run around, you want to run around!" You have to make your mother worry about dying. ”

"Mother, the tiger has no ......"

I took a closer look at the woman, and it was the one who stood behind me when the old general Qiao returned to the city that day, and the little boy was crying so sadly that I walked over to see it.

"Auntie, it's good that the child is fine, let's go back quickly."

When the woman heard my voice, she looked me up and down several times, and said in surprise, "It's you......"

"Auntie knows me?"

The woman pursed her lips and looked back at Jiang Zitang and the big man for a long time, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, and finally shook her head and said, "No, no." ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and pulled the little boy to leave, although I was surprised by the woman's unclear behavior, but I was not sure if I recognized the wrong person.

But the little boy was pulled by his mother, and he turned around and cried and thanked me: "Thank you... Thank you, sister. ”

I smiled at the little boy, and the few people on the street who were watching the excitement all saw that they were all right and went back with their own children.

I walked back to the horse, the big man on the horse was carrying a bear on his back, a big knife straddled his waist, his beard was unshaven, and his eyes looked fierce, this person was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was for a while, and I was about to ask Jiang Zitang, and the big man jumped off the horse.

"The last general, Wang Meng, has seen Princess Changle."

Wang Meng bowed to me, standing in front of me like a mountain, it turned out to be a mighty general in the court, I said that I was a little familiar, and happened to have seen it once in my brother's imperial study.

I hurriedly made a gesture of false support and said, "The general doesn't need to be polite. ”

Wang Meng nodded, and said to me again: "Weichen has something important, so take the first step." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Meng got on his horse neatly, and rode away as soon as he shouted the word "drive", which was too fast, and I wanted to tell him not to speed on the street.

"Princess, let's go too."

As soon as Jiang Zitang, who was standing next to me, opened his mouth, I noticed that Wang Meng didn't seem to give Jiang Zitang half an eye, and didn't even say a word.

In fact, most of the military generals do not have a harmonious relationship with the civil ministers, and they all say that the guns are dancing and the ink is made, but in fact, the two can rarely get together, after all, the military generals are sometimes too reckless, and most of the civil servants like to write bullet impeachments to show their literary talents, as for the people who impeach, the military generals always suffer a loss.

After thinking about it like this, I asked, "Isn't Prime Minister Jiang and General Wang not very good?" ”

Jiang Zitang pondered for a while and said, "It should be said that it is very bad, Wang Meng is very displeased with the Chinese courtiers of the dynasty. ”

It seems that the book is really insincere and deceives me.

Wang Meng is a mighty general, and the only person who can compare with him in the Northern Dynasty is the old general Qiao of the Pingyang Palace, but the Qiao family is a family of military generals, and the prestige in the Northern Dynasty is still much louder than Wang Meng.

I suddenly remembered that Concubine Jia in the palace was not Wang Meng's daughter, so I asked again: "How is General Wang?" ”

"Wang Meng's people can bear the word bravery, but they are also stubborn, too opinionated, and easily instigated."

When he said the last sentence, Jiang Zitang frowned, he was most worried about Wang Meng, when the five emperors competed for the throne, Wang Meng was still a four-rank middle protector, but he did make great contributions at that time, it can be said that half of the merit for the throne was done by him.

But with the new emperor ascending the throne, Wang Meng acted more biasedly, and most of the military generals in the court were suppressed by him, and regarded the Qiao family as a thorn in the side.

"Prime Minister Jiang, you just pulled his horse rope, will you be hated?"

I cautiously opened my mouth to ask such a question, Jiang Zitang was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his fists and pretend to cough several times.

How could I not know that Jiang Zitang was laughing, but I didn't know what he was laughing at, just as I wanted to ask, Jiang Zitang turned his head and looked at me without blinking, even with a smile in his eyes.

He asked me, "Is the princess worried about her ministers?" ”

I paused for a moment and spoke: "Didn't you say that General Wang had a very bad relationship with Wenchen?" ”

Jiang Zitang smiled: "Exactly." ”

"So, I'm just afraid that you will pull his horse rope today, and he will not have a good relationship with you, and I am afraid that he will hate you......"

I myself am becoming more and more unconfident when I say this, Wang Meng is also a big general, and he shouldn't hold a grudge against this little thing, but he is in a mess first, and he really cares about it!

"Princess," Jiang Zitang walked to my side, and there was a smile in his faint voice that couldn't be hidden: "The minister is also a prime minister." ”

At this moment, I just want to go back to the house as soon as possible, Jiang Zitang is the prime minister of the Northern Dynasty, that is a first-class official, no matter how Wang Meng is, he can't move him, even if he doesn't like Wenchen, he still didn't say a word when he pulled the horse rope.

"What's more..."Jiang Zitang laughed twice more, and said lightly: "If he holds a grudge against the minister, the minister can write a bullet to impeach him." ”

Xingzi is a flickering light in the sky at night, Jiang Zitang's eyes seem to hide thousands of lights, I deliberately turned my head not to look at him, in fact, I should add a sentence in the book, you can provoke military generals, don't mess with Wenchen, or Wenchen who will write bullets to impeach people.