As soon as Xiong Jinshui went out, Xiao Xiao threw away his robe, "hissed", carefully turned over and lay down, holding the big lead pillow with both arms and breathing a sigh of relief.

"Where can we not go back? If this son refuses to obey the order, he will be more sure of the saint's thoughts about this king, and more and more convinced that the treasure is hidden by this king, and the saint is sensitive and suspicious, and his character is too well understood by this king. Xiao Xiao's voice was lazy, "So the more this is the case, the more you have to do the opposite, the Holy One suspects that this king has his own reasons for doubt, but this king also has his own methods." ”

Even if he did, he would find a way out.

Now that he is making trouble with his "wife and separation", he misses Sister Yi every day, his two children and his family, doesn't he know who is the culprit of this situation?

Tang Xiu frowned and thought about it, then suddenly brightened up, nodded and said: "What the prince said is reasonable, since this is the case, the subordinates will go to prepare their bags, set up the carriage, and are ready to follow the holy driver back to Beijing at any time." ”

Xiao Xiao nodded, "You let the guards get ready, and after you set off, half of the guards will go to the Holy Driver to escort them." ”

Tang Xiu was stunned for a moment, "Lord Wang, are you afraid that someone will assassinate the king?" ”

"Not really. But on the way back to Beijing, you must always be prepared. ”

Now that the Great Zhou is in turmoil, Li Qitian still has to live to calm the scene, at least to make the world stable, and the people can get through this hurdle safely.

Thinking of the news from the south, most of the granaries were in an emergency, and the people had already eaten grass roots and bark to satisfy their hunger, and then watched the luxurious life of the nobles in Beijing, and the saint's every move that was all about the treasure, Xiao Xiao's originally happy mood became heavy.

Although he has an industry, he still has an army to support, and it is only when Qiu Feishan's autonomy is counted that he can make ends meet.

And most of the money in Sister Yi'er's hand was also used for disaster relief.

Besides, feeding the people of the world should not be anyone's business. This was originally what Li Qitian should have considered.

Now that the treasure has just arrived, if you want to use it, you must always avoid the limelight, he wants to use the treasure to save more people This is a good intention, but he will not put himself in danger because of this, otherwise wouldn't those who follow him be implicated?

There are so many people under him, there must be their own reasons for following him, but no one will accept losing their lives for no reason.

Xiao Xiao closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but he was calculating in his heart how the future road should go.

And Xiong Jinshui has already come to the Lu Mansion here, and he has also pronounced the Holy Lord's edict, and Lu Heng is also very happy to agree.

After all, it is a holy car to set off, and it takes a lot of preparation.

Li Qitian took the soldiers and horses out to look for the treasure as soon as his mind was hot, even if someone intended to kill him, he could not immediately learn his whereabouts, but the road was relatively safe.

But he has been staying in Huichuan County for many days, and it is not easy to set off for Beijing without knowing it.

Therefore, this greatly increased the danger of Li Qitian returning to Beijing.

The guards protecting the Holy Driver were inevitably nervous at this time.

Especially Ma Cheng, when he learned that the holy driver was about to return to Beijing, he immediately started to make arrangements, and he didn't have a chance to close his eyes and rest for two consecutive days, and his hair fell out with sadness.

He escorted the saint out safely, and he had to bring them back with all his beards and tails. If something happens under his nose, I'm afraid that my whole family will not be able to pay for the crime.

After intensive preparations, early the next morning, the soldiers and horses and the guard of honor were lined up in the street in front of the Yamen.

The cavalry of the five military camps sat on horsebacks and guarded the guards of honor and carriages on both sides, blocking the onlookers from trying to approach.

And the people were also waiting around curiously this day, stretching their necks to see what the saint looked like today, whether he was as square as the storyteller's mouth, with a square face and broad ears, eyes like copper bells, a height of nine feet, and a tiger's back and a bear's waist, which did not look like a mortal at first glance.

After a short time, the door of the government was opened, and the people's chatting and discussion suddenly stopped. Several guards came out with a pair of door panels, and on top of them lay a tall and long-legged man, who looked very weak.

The news that Prince Zhongshun was beaten on the board was known to the people, and everyone was grateful that Xiao Xiao had found a way to organize rice and grain for the people and teach some people about terraced planting. It's just that the person who gave the order to beat the prince's board is the saint today, and everyone only dares to talk behind their backs, at this time, everyone has pity and emotion in their hearts, but no one dares to speak in person.

Immediately came out a handsome young man in a brocade robe, followed by a young woman with a gorgeous face.

Someone didn't recognize it, and asked the people around him in a low voice: "Who is that, so handsome, is it a saint's brother and nephew?" ”

The person who was asked sighed in disgust: "That is Lu Zhixian, when you are loyal and righteous, what do you want, return your nephew." ”

It is said that there is only one prince in the saint now, and there are brothers and nephews, but I have never seen anyone reused by the saint. Today, the son is very afraid of things like whether he will seize power with the clan in charge of the affairs of the court and China.

The people who heard it began to talk in a low voice.

"I didn't expect Zhongyi Uncle to be so handsome."

"That's not it, Uncle Zhongyi is the head of the Lu family. What kind of family is the Lu family? Of course, people marry wives who marry the most beautiful and talented, and the children born will naturally not be bad. ”

The people's discussions came and went, and after a while, they saw a bright yellow figure slowly pacing out of the yamen.

Seeing the inner supervisor behind him, the guard of honor composed of the Huang Luo umbrella and the inner attendant, the people's discussion stopped abruptly. Everyone was thinking with curiosity to see what the holy car looked like, but this time they didn't even have the courage to look directly at the sky, and they knelt down one after another, shouting long live.

For a time, the sound of long live in front of the mountain was endless.

Li Qitian saw that the entourage and the people in front of the door knelt down and kowtowed. Even the owl lying on the door panel is the same, and his heart is happy.

This is the sense of accomplishment that can only be enjoyed after unifying the country, and this sense of accomplishment cannot be brought by anything else.

Li Qitian got into the carriage, then raised his hand and thought about the outside swing, signaling the people to get up.

The people understood where they could and continued to kneel in place.

Li Qitian didn't care, and waited for Xiong Jinshui to trot over and inform him that Uncle Zhongyi and Prince Zhongshun had boarded the carriage, and Li Qitian responded: "Let's go." Then he leaned back leisurely on the large soft pillow laid by the carriage.

Xiong Jinshui sang loudly: "There is a decree in the saint, set off!" ”

"Let's go!" The cavalry of the five battalions that accompanied him immediately shouted in response.

The uniform roar resounded through the sky, and the momentum was overwhelming. The ordinary people who had never seen the fight on the battlefield experienced the momentum of the cavalry of the Fifth Army Battalion, and the people immediately shouted: "Long live the saint!" ”

As the long line marched towards the east gate of Huichuan County, the people stood up and gradually gathered around. Someone smacked his lips, "Ge Laozi, I haven't seen what the saint looks like." These words spoke the hearts of everyone, and everyone didn't have a chance to see clearly, so they dispersed.