The carriage of Jin Sinanmu, in the wind-chasing horse, drove along the post road towards the Liangzhou Province in the north. Chasing the wind, the speed can chase the wind, pull up the car, both stable, and fast, is the best horse.

The post road was wide and paved with blue stones, and the carriage passed by without stirring up a little dust. Tall trees are planted on both sides, and they are now full of autumn colors. The fallen leaves rained down on the carriage.

When the dynasty is in the north, the capital of the camp, the hereditary Duke of Qin, the entitlement of the mighty Marquis of Xuanyuan Wuji, the head of the contemporary Xuanyuan valve. He was sitting in the carriage, his eyes slightly closed, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees. It's like tapping on a score, and it's like you're calculating something.

The little boy, the guy who was shouted by Xuanyuan Wuji, was lazily leaning on the wall of the car, and through the curtain opened, he looked at the trees on the side of the post road flashing quickly like a guard of honor.

Sitting on the wheel, driving the carriage was the old criminal, with a long whip in his hand, very skillfully and elegantly raised, and with a crackling sound, the four horses chasing the wind ran away. The whip didn't hit any of them, just swirls in the air.

The three masters and servants drove from Chang'an to Liangzhou Mansion, and they did not bring a soldier or a horse, but only a grandson and a servant, which was extremely simple.

After traveling for 800 miles, it has left Gyeonggi, the terrain is steep and cramped, the yellow soil hill is undulating, and a wide road winds like a snake. The little boy seemed tired of seeing it, and curled up in the carriage, sleepy.

Suddenly, there were several sounds of breaking wind, accompanied by shouts of killing.

"Kill you old thief!"

"Old Xuanyuan, hurry up and give the head!"

Smoke and dust rose from the calm loess hill, and dozens of masked men in yellow cloaks surrounded them like ants, all holding crossbows in their hands. The crossbow arrows shot at the carriage like locusts, and the cold light on the arrows was terrifying.

Xuanyuan Wuji's eyes were not opened, his fingers were still lightly tapping his knees, and he only said lightly: "It's not easy to live, why bother looking for death." ”

The old criminal's arm was raised high, and the whip that drove the horse suddenly became longer, and it was raised in a circle throughout the carriage, and the whip shadow did not disperse. All the crossbow arrows could not advance an inch before the whip shadow was a foot away.

The old torturer coughed and said, "The mantis arm is a car." ”

The whip was flailed, and the bolts turned around and flew together. The masked man in the yellow cloak was killed by the crossbow arrows he shot at once, and the rest were wounded.

The people who were still alive looked at the dead bodies around them, and they disappeared all at once without anyone shouting, and they all hated their fathers and mothers for having two legs, and they could get as far away from the carriage as they could.

The old torturer continued to drive his carriage and said into the curtain of the carriage: "Grandpa, the security in Gyeonggi is getting worse and worse. ”

"It's already out of Gyeonggi. These people are just people who want to die, so don't pay attention to them. ”

The battle came too fast and went too fast. But the little boy witnessed everything, and there was not a trace of surprise in his clear eyes.

Xuanyuan Wuji asked, "Zhao'er, aren't you afraid?"

The little boy responded to Xuanyuan Wuji for the first time, shaking his head.

Xuanyuan Wuji laughed, happier than winning a big battle. He had been with this unexpected grandson for seven days, and he had ignored himself. Every time he asked, he just asked, not expecting an answer, but this time, he did.

People are always easily satisfied, and if they are not satisfied, it is because the expectations are too high.

Xuanyuan is one of the five major valves of the Tang Dynasty Emperor / the country, with Wuxun standing valve, the fief is in the northwest of the cold side, the land of Liang and Gan Sanzhou, although the territory is vast, but it is mostly a barren ridge land, and the production is not abundant. The people here are fierce, and there are constant wars with the orc emperors/kingdoms.

In recent decades, wars with the Demon Race have rarely occurred in the Empire, and most of the battles have taken place between top cultivators. However, the wars between the Orc Empire and the Tang Empire continued one after another.

The pressure on the Xuanyuan Valve has always been not light, and the Blood Moon Legion directly under them is also an elite corps of the Emperor/State. And this powerful army is completely in the hands of Xuanyuan Wuji.

The land of Liang and Gansu is in the shape of a character, and the two states of Liang and Gansu are like arrows on the side blade, and Liangzhou is the big rear. Among the three states, Liangzhou is rich in production, although it is not a flow of ointment and honey, but it is also prosperous in the thousand-year-old operation of Xuanyuan.

Liangzhou is the place where the Xuanyuan valve was established.

The huge Xuanyuan Valve Mansion occupies almost the north of the entire Liangzhou City, like a crouching tiger, entrenched at the upper end of the city.

Huge red stones make up the tall courtyard and the strict courtyard wall. I was used to seeing the blue bricks and white walls in Chang'an City, and suddenly saw such a large blood-colored high courtyard, and a solemn and murderous aura rushed towards me.

The two gates, not made of precious wood, were cast of steel and painted with bright red. There is no overly ornate ornamentation on it, but there are hideous iron spikes.

The gate was guarded by a group of warriors in bright armor and armed with guns and halberds. They don't squint, their bodies are as straight as pine, but there is a faint hint of murder on their indifferent faces, they are obviously brave men who have been on the battlefield and killed the enemy.

The carriage entered the compound without hindrance, and the little boy lifted the curtains and looked up to see a huge plaque hanging on the door beam, with three words written on it: Xuanyuan Mansion.

There is no Qin State Mansion, nor is there any governor, only one surname. This surname is obviously more noble, and it can make people with the surname Xuanyuan more confident and proud, and it has been so for thousands of years.

On both sides of the gate, four characters were carved on the boulder. On the left is: the relics of the Holy King, and on the right is: Houze Cangsheng.

The two eight-character paintings are all the glory of the Xuanyuan clan, and any glory can make people proud for a thousand years. This is the Xuanyuan clan, a gate valve that stands in blood and war, a gate valve that has paid countless clansmen for the emperor/country and the people.

The whole Xuanyuan Mansion is a huge fortress, whether it is a house, a courtyard wall, or a garden, it is all purposeful, and it is built for the purpose of war.

Bang Bang Bang!

Nine bells rang in the house, melodious, and the entire Liangzhou City could hear it, and it could be heard clearly. Anyone who hears the bell knows that the old man Xuanyuan Wuji has returned home.

The bell rang in his ears, and the news of the old man's return to his home made countless citizens feel at peace in their hearts.

The little boy was carried by his husband Xuanyuan Wuji, as if he was carrying a piece of luggage, and strode towards the inner house. The little boy seemed to resign himself to his fate and did not struggle. When the clothes were strangled uncomfortably, I twisted my butt and adjusted my body so that my body could be more comfortable.

In the back house, there was a woman who looked to be only thirty years old, dressed gracefully, and her head was full of hairpins of various colors, as long as there was a slight movement of her body, the pendants on the hairpins of various colors would sway, making some crisp sounds.

The woman saw Xuanyuan Wuji striding over, with a very sweet smile on her face, like an adolescent girl missing her lover.

Xuanyuan Wuji stuffed the little boy into the Taishi chair, dusted off his body and said, "This is the child of the old five families, so I picked it up and bullied it." Take good care of him, and don't let him be wronged. ”

The old man Xuanyuan Wuji is busy with military affairs, not only all the military affairs and government affairs of the entire Lianghe and Gansu Prefectures need him to make a final decision, as the governor of the Zhengbei Battalion, he commands hundreds of thousands of military elites, and the military affairs of the entire seven northwestern provinces need him to deal with. I don't usually have much time at home, and I can't get dressed when I get home.

This trip to Chang'an was according to the custom, every autumn, the military camps and the feudal princes had to report to the emperor/emperor. The Xuanyuan family's loyalty to the emperor/country is useless and suspicious, and they have a deep relationship with the royal family, intermarrying from generation to generation. But as a wealthy family that holds the military and political power, it is inevitable to be monitored and suspected. Even if the emperor is not suspicious, those civil officials who have no hair/hair on their lips must also be suspicious. Therefore, Xuanyuan Wuji, who acted vigorously and resolutely, also had to think a lot about everything in case of political mistakes.

In the rain building of the back house, Xuanyuan Wuji's Duchess Yang sat on a high seat, holding a cup of strong tea in her hand, blowing in small breaths, watching the green tea leaves churning in the water, as if she was watching a movie that she never got tired of watching. From time to time, she squinted her eyes and observed the little boy who was sitting in the Taishi's chair with his ass twisting.

It's been two hours since I entered this house, and the Duchess Yang has already drunk thirteen cups of tea in small sips, her stomach is a little distended, and her breath is full of fresh green tea.

For the past two hours, the little boy just kept twisting his buttocks, and his clear and slightly sad eyes lit up everything in the room. This little boy is a little fat, and his cheeks are fleshy, which makes people want to step forward and twist it when they see it.

The Duchess was very curious that the child did not say a word. When the eyes meet oneself, there is no stage fright. If Yang knew that he had not spoken a word or had stage fright in the seven days he had stayed with Grandpa Guo, he would have been even more surprised.