››››The fourth volume has Feng Qingqi, Chapter 220, the joyful Gongzi Jingling

The fourth volume has Feng Qing's cry, chapter 220, the happy son Jingling

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Lin Jiacheng

On the official road.

It was a long convoy, flanked by Mai swordsmen on tall horses, and in the middle was a procession of carriages that stretched for five or six miles.

This convoy was different from most convoys in that it had tall horses of the same color, and the carriages were all painted black, and the whole convoy was in unison, and the swordsmen were tall and powerful, and their faces were serious.

The first impression of this team is that it is majestic and extraordinary.

The passers-by on both sides of the official road hurriedly retreated into the fields, the villagers cowered and looked curiously, and the rangers and sages who rode donkeys and bulls were yearning and longing.

When the convoy drove to a crowded place, the Magi Ranger on the side of the road was even more dead, discussing whether to recommend himself or not.

In the frequent scrutiny of everyone on the road, in the carriage at the front, Gongzi Jingling was leaning on the collapse table with his eyes closed and the corners of his mouth smiling.

Opposite him, there sat a thin old man with yellow hair and tendrils, slightly brown eyes, only about one meter and a half, if Wei Luo was here, he could recognize at a glance that this old man was Wen Gong.

Wen Gong grabbed half of the oily, yellow leg of mutton in his right hand, and was gnawing happily. In the carriage, only the sound of his "chirp" chewing could be heard.

In the midst of this noise, Gongzi Jingling's face was blank, and his handsome face was as beautiful as a sculpture, and a bright smile was hanging.

His smile was different from what it used to be. In the past, even if he laughed, his face was cloudy, and his midnight-like eyes were cold, but at this moment, his eyes were bent, and if he was not careful, he grinned, and the white teeth were dazzling.

Gongzi Jingling took a sip of wine, and after eagerly sticking out his head and glancing outside, his thick eyebrows were raised high at this time. After swallowing two mouthfuls of wine radiantly, he opened his mouth to himself: "I don't know how the child is now?" But are you dressed in your wedding dress? ”

As soon as he said the word "wedding dress", the corners of his mouth kept rising and rising......

Wen Gong vigorously tore a bite of mutton and swallowed it hard, and he said vaguely as he chewed: "I think that woman has a stubborn personality, and she is quite similar to Gongzi. Don't be too happy. ”

As he said this, a large stain of oil stained his yellow-curly beard. Hearing this, Gongzi Jingling turned his head, stared at him heavily, and snorted lowly.

However, after this hum, the smile on his face dimmed unconsciously.

His thick eyebrows were slightly locked, staring at the long wasteland outside for a long time, and after a while, he turned to Wengong and suddenly asked, "Won't Xiao'er really be happy?" ”

There was a rare uneasiness in his tone.

Wen Gong stretched out his sleeve and wiped his mouth, and while clearing his teeth with his tongue, he said, "Childe thinks she will be happy? ”

Gongzi Jingling's brows furrowed even tighter at this time.

He locked his eyebrows and muttered, "I have told her, and I am pleased with her." Besides, I will marry her. Why isn't she happy? ”

As soon as this question came out, Wen Gong was obviously stumped.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then turned his head sideways, and after sprinkling a large piece of meat from the bone knuckle with his teeth, he muttered vaguely as he chewed, "Maybe I'll be happy." ”

As soon as the simple words of Wengong were spit out, Gongzi Jingling's tightly knit brows were relaxed. The corners of his mouth tuckled, and he said briskly, "Yes, she should be happy." ”

When Gongzi Jingling said this, he raised his lips and said: "The child has no long things, and the wife I married to Gongzi Jingling is afraid that I won't even be able to get a car of dowry." I have come here to prepare thirty carts of dowry for her, and I am only allowed to buy some slaves to accompany her. The child can return to Jin with me in a beautiful way. ”

When he said this, the joy in his heart was indescribable. couldn't help but look out the window with a smile and hummed softly, "The peach is dying, scorching its bloom." The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate. The peach is dying, and its leaves are Cai Quinoa. The son of the son should return to his family......

His singing, light and flying, drifted far away along the autumn wind blowing in the fields.

After listening to a few words, Wen Gong drank all the wine in the bottle, stretched out his sleeves and wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "How stupid is the child!" This poem is a work of ode to spring, this is the season of late autumn, where do the peach blossoms come from? ”

As soon as Wen Gong's voice fell, Gongzi Jingling snorted lightly and replied lightly: "Except for my child, which woman in the world can get the meaning of 'scorching its beauty, the son of the son, and the family room'?" ”

Wen Gong sighed when he heard this. He sighed, took a big sip of wine, and then let out another long sigh. Taking another sip of wine, he sighed again. In the midst of his long sighs like this, Gongzi Jingling finally turned his head and stared at him coldly. In this eye, there was a lot of evil spirit, and there was a faint impatience. Wen Gong met his eyes, instantly put his hands together, and sighed: "This is you, Gongzi!" You are like a fool in the world, and you are eager to be married, which really makes the old man's heart worry. ”

As soon as Wen Gong's words came out, Gongzi Jingling couldn't help but be stunned. He slowly tightened his brows, lowered his head, and looked at the yellow wine in the four directions, carefully studying his expression.

After looking at it for a few moments, he stretched out his hand, lifted the wine, raised his head and drank it all, and then turned his eyes to look in the direction of Qidu, and said with a smile in his mouth: "The child makes me happy, I am happy to think, I am happy to sleep, I am even more happy to think of the upcoming meeting, and to be able to face each other day and night." Even if you are stupid like a country woman in the world, so what? I please my wife, like the heavens and the earth, like the sun and the yin, and I am righteous. ”

Wen Gong was stunned when he heard this.

He frowned, looked at Gongzi Jingling seriously, and shook his head after a while, thinking that for this issue, the wise men in the palace had already started many debates, so he didn't have the heart to say anything more.

Gongzi Jingling also had no intention of entangling him more with this issue, so he looked outside and hummed the song "The Peach is Dying" again.

In the midst of the joy, the speed of the convoy slowed down.

Gongzi Jingling had already ordered to hurry up three or four times, but when they entered Linzi, it was already afternoon. And that night was the day of the main feast that he had notified to the Yoshinobu Monarch's Mansion early in the morning. He also had no choice, after returning from the great victory, there were many things, and after he hurried to deal with the matter, he rushed to the Qi country non-stop.

Now, only a few hours were left, and in a few hours he would be able to see his little boy at the feast, and at that time he must have dressed himself in a red robe and lay down in his bosom with joy.

When Gongzi Jingling thought of this, he was even more impatient.