"Lang Jun! Pimp! ”

At this time, there was a cry of surprise from the opposite street.

Pei Xiaoyuan raised his eyes and looked, only to see Qingtou coming on horseback from afar, seeing himself, he waved his hand happily and shouted, hurriedly urged the horse to come to the crowd, jumped off the horse, pulled away the person, forcibly squeezed in, and then stood in front of him, and made a gesture towards the surrounding groups, saying that Lang Jun still had official business, and he couldn't delay, and finally relieved Pei Xiaoyuan.

Pei Xiaoyuan continued to ride to the county guard's mansion.

On the way, he finally clearly understood what the sense of loss that lingered in his heart these days was what it was.

That snowy night, she sent each other off on the bank of Weishui, and also took back the fish talisman that represented his special identity.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, he is still a colt. But he had become an ordinary person to her, as far as the facts were concerned, a courtier of hers.

If there is anything special about it, it is that he is the father of flesh and blood in her womb, and that's it.

The child should be half a year old now, but he still doesn't know if it's a son or a daughter.

After leaving Chang'an for more than a year, it is not without correspondence with her, but every time, her letters are always through Lan Tai's hands and stamped with a seal - Lan Tai is now a Chinese scholar, not only doing the official position that the emperor had asked him to do in the past, but also serving as a secretary, drafting various official letters and edicts of the imperial court, including her letters to him. In her letters, she didn't even forget to ask him to convey her appreciation for Qingtou, however, there was not a single personal word for him.

He had no way of knowing how she was doing, let alone whether her child was a son or a daughter.

He suddenly became so bored that it was like a stone pressed against his chest.

"Uncle said that it would take you a few days to arrive, and I said that you should be able to arrive in two days, and sure enough, I was right by me and received Lang Jun smoothly!"

Qingtou came here with Cui Daoji before the war, and at this moment he happily rode a horse and followed him, talking non-stop.

"Lang Jun, when do you plan to leave for Chang'an? Is it going to be some time before you and Chen Shao and Gu Twelve will go with them? I heard that Chang'an will hold a celebration of the sacrifice of prisoners, which should be a replacement for the saint's longevity ceremony that was not held last year. ”

"That's right, Lang Jun! Did you tell the princess about my work? Didn't the princess mention me in her letters? Qingtou thought about it and asked again.

Pei Xiaoyuan's attention was finally attracted to him. Thinking of the princess's letter, she couldn't control it, and the scene of Lan Tai listening to the dictation and writing in front of her couldn't help but appear in front of her, and her mood suddenly became extremely bad.

"Aren't you, going around telling people that I've done a pony?" He asked coldly.

"That's right!" The green head grinned and nodded vigorously.

"They can afford me now! When I passed by the bazaar, they stopped me and wouldn't let me go, but insisted that I go in, and invited me to drink tea and eat. I want to give money, and they don't want to live or die. Of course I won't eat in vain, and I can't lose a copper coin, but I can't lose the face of the princess and Lang Jun......"

Qingtou was showing off his clothes and returning to his hometown to see the love of others, and suddenly found that his master's face was wrong, hesitated, and defended: "Lang Jun is a concubine, isn't this a matter of honoring the ancestors, can't you say ......?"

Halfway through the debate, I found that his face became more and more ugly, and in addition to doubts, I finally remembered that before the master left Beijing more than a year ago, the princess seemed to have had an unpleasant relationship with him. Although it was obvious that there was nothing to do later, and the princess personally returned to Yongning Mansion to appease everyone, but could it ...... What other secrets do you not know? I haven't heard Lang Jun mention it.

He shrunk his neck, hurriedly flattered the companion laugh, and changed the subject: "If you don't let me say it, forget it, I won't say it in the future!" That Langjun should always know if it's a little princess or a little Langjun now, right? Today, my uncle asked me—"

"Hey! Lang Jun, wait for me! ”

Qingtou looked at the master who had left him and turned around, scratched his head, and hurriedly hit his horse and chased after him.

When it was dark, Pei Xiaoyuan finally entered the county guard's mansion.

After Pei Ji left, the position of the county guard was still vacant, and only Pei Ji's deputy was in charge of chores. When Pei Xiaoyuan returned, the adjutant greeted him in every possible way, Pei Xiaoyuan told him not to receive him specially, and after a few words of greeting, he went to visit Cui Daosi.

Cui Daosi's leg injury was not light that day, and he still couldn't move, and was sitting on the couch. He was holding a book in his hand, but he didn't know what he was thinking, as if he was a little distracted, and suddenly saw Pei Xiaoyuan, he was very happy, and immediately put down the book and was about to go to the ground.

Pei Xiaoyuan hurriedly stepped forward a few steps to stop him, telling him not to land. The two of them each recounted a few words about the recent situation after separation, and Pei Xiaoyuan asked Lu Wenjun how the situation was, and whether it was still the same.

"Pure as a child."

Cui Daoji said, sighing.

"Yesterday, Fang asked someone to go to Ling Hugong to see it, but he still doesn't recognize people, and he can't remember anything."

Pei Xiaoyuan was silent for a while.

Lu Wenjun jumped down from the ten-zhang height that day, and fortunately found Cui Daohei to give up his life to save him, except for a little abrasion on his hands, feet and forehead, the rest seemed to be fine. After a few days of stupor, the man also woke up, but unexpectedly, he forgot all about the old things. If you deliberately remind you, you will have a splitting headache and be in pain.

Linghu Gong's place is Hexi Zhishu, the conditions are better, so he sent her there to recuperate.

"Thankfully, it's okay. Yesterday, I heard someone come back and say that the person sent by the eldest princess to pick him up is already on the way, and he will arrive soon. When I return to Chang'an, I will take care of it, and I hope I can recover as soon as possible. Choi Daoji sighed.

At this time, an old servant of the rough envoy brought in the decoction of the medicine.

In the county guard's mansion, there were not many people in the past, but after Pei Ji left, the staff was even reduced, and now there are only two or three old servants who cook and sweep the floor. The old servant's legs and feet were not dexterous, and when he crossed the threshold, he almost tripped over, but fortunately, Pei Xiaoyuan saw the opportunity early, rushed to take the medicine bowl with one hand, and supported the old servant with the other, so that he could save the person from turning over the bowl. The old servant was terrified, and confessed again and again. Pei Xiaoyuan told him to go down, and he delivered the medicine to Cui Daosi himself, and looked at the residence.

Although it is one of the best rooms in the county warden's house, after years of vacancy, the windows are cracked, and after dusk, the candles in the house are even darker.

"Why doesn't my uncle go to the festival to recuperate? Whether it is a residence or a Langzhong, it is better than here. Jiedu envoy has exchanged news with me several times before, and he specifically mentioned this matter, saying that you will not go. If it weren't for him himself recuperating from his wounds, he would have come here to pick you up himself. ”

It's good that he didn't mention it, but as soon as he said this, Cui Daosi looked ashamed and waved his hand: "Hugh will mention this matter again!" Your uncle has been cautious all his life, but when he is about to do this, in order to steal his life, he defects to the enemy and becomes an official. I don't have the face to see anyone again, it's a wonderful place. ”

"Ashina, this little thief, is really hateful. Not only did it hurt the county lord, but it also hurt me. Why didn't your uncle want to be Su Wu, he also drove me to Beihai to herd sheep, and for ten or eight years, I didn't say a word. But he pressed me with a sword, and if I should not ......"

Cui Daoji let out a long sigh, his face full of frustration.

"It's just that, and I can't complain about it. Compared with your father and son, your uncle is even more contemptible. Only myself is to blame. Mencius said, keep yourself, keep the foundation. Zuo Chuanyun, Shengda Festival, the second festival, the next lost festival. Your uncle is now a man of disgrace. It's good that he doesn't come, but when he comes, I'm afraid I'm going to find a hole in the ground! ”

Because of his identity and background, he has always valued his name, and now he is deeply ashamed, which is also human nature. In just a short period of time, Pei Xiaoyuan saw that his demeanor was abrupt, and he no longer had the appearance of a celebrity, afraid that if he couldn't let go of his face, he really couldn't think about it, so he hurriedly coaxed: "Uncle can't be too extreme." Before, it was just to endure humiliation and burdens in order to achieve great things. Gou Jianshi Wu, Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty also voted for Gongsun Zhan, Yuan Shao, Liu Biao and even Cao Mengde. And so on, and so on, which one is not a well-known figure? Uncle didn't lose the big festival, and sacrificed his life to save the county lord, and the princess and the eldest princess didn't know how to thank their uncle. Uncle don't have to be presumptuous. ”

Others are just that, Cui Daosi is most worried that his nephew will also look down on him, listening to him so comforted, his expression is also quite sincere, and his heart is relieved, and he said a few words, and suddenly remembered something, and asked whether the princess was born a man or a woman.

"I'm so happy for you when I hear Qingtou mention it. I think your uncle should have known the good news a long time ago, and I don't know how happy he should be. ”

Pei Xiaoyuan was speechless again, and vaguely prevaricated a few words, saying that he was not clear for the time being.

He has been out for a long time, more than a year, and the princess had it before he left. If the child grows up fast, he thinks he can sit and crawl. No matter how busy the princess is in Chang'an, she will not be so busy that she doesn't even have time to write to inform him whether he is a man or a woman. When Cui Daoji saw this, he knew that he must have had a problem with the princess, but when he saw that he couldn't say it, he stopped asking and asked him if he was injured.

Pei Xiaoyuan naturally said that there was nothing to do in front of Cui Daosi, and Cui Daosi was relieved and told him to go and rest earlier, so that he didn't have to accompany him anymore. Pei Xiaoyuan responded, got up and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard Cui Daosi call himself again, stopped and turned his head.

Cui Daosi asked him to open the box and took out a bag of gold utensils from it, which turned out to be asking him to transfer these to the Hu girl who served him in the Wolf Court on his behalf if he met Chengping again next time.

"Uncle is so damned! What should be done, what should not be done, everything has been done. Call you jokes. Fortunately, the Hu people also have no name. With these, it is also easy for her to find a man to marry in the future, saving her youth. ”

The people of the Wolf Court do not have many ethics or rules like the Central Plains. Not only that, but if the husband does not return for a long time, the woman can stay overnight and give birth to children to strengthen the family, and even if the husband returns, he will often raise the newborn as his own child. The debauchery of men and women is not unrelated to this custom.

Pei Xiaoyuan turned his head when he saw him finish speaking, his face was ashamed, he brushed his hand again, and motioned for himself to go out, obviously he didn't want to say anything more about it, so he had to give up and answer.

He came out, looked at the green head who looked at his face carefully, and ate a few mouthfuls of food indiscriminately, only to feel pain up and down his body.

The injuries that were scratched by Chengping that day were not shallow, and they have not been able to take care of them well, and they have not healed yet. His own hand, which he had injured a long time ago, was also sore. It hurts everywhere. Far from being relieved, the mood became more and more depressed.

I can't sleep, and it's too late to go to Linghu Gong tonight. He tossed and turned on the bed in the old residence he had cleaned up, and he couldn't sleep even more when he thought of Jin Wuqi.

On the night of the breakthrough, Qingtou was sandwiched between them on a horse at first, about the divine horse of the golden black horse, and asked him to avoid the knife and gun all the way, and then he broke through, and then he encountered a fierce Xifan soldier, stabbed him with a gun, the golden black horse jumped up and helped him escape, he himself fell off the horse in a panic, rolled down the hillside, and after a period of pretending to be dead, he probed out again, and the golden black horse was gone.

It was just too chaotic. No matter how miraculous the golden crow is, it is just a horse after all. But the significance of this horse is extraordinary to Pei Xiaoyuan. What's more, he really fell in love with this BMW at first sight, and he was always at ease, and he kept people paying attention, looking for it everywhere, but he never saw it. It's not whether it's dead or alive, whether it's caught, or whatever.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. I really couldn't sleep, so I got up in my clothes, and unconsciously walked to a nearby study and stopped in the courtyard.

Two years ago, around this time, it was here that he saw her.

He looked at the door in front of him. It seemed that the next moment, a woman walked out of the door.

However, after a long time, the door was always closed, and quietly, only a faint early spring moon above his head shone quietly on his figure.

"If Lang Jun can't wait, why don't you go back to Chang'an early?"

Qingtou, who had been secretly following him, couldn't hold back, poked his head out behind the door wall, and muttered.

He wanted to see her face so much. I can't wait to fly back to Chang'an immediately. Just tonight.

Pei Xiaoyuan stood for a moment, and suddenly his whole body was hot.

He actually wanted to leave for a long time.

The day after the end of the war, he wanted to leave. It's just that day by day that thought is suppressed. At this moment, I am like an arrow, impatient, and I can't hold it down anymore.

He hurriedly climbed the steps, pushed open the door of the study, turned on the lamp, and quickly wrote two books, one to order Hu Gong, the other to Chengping, called the green head, and gave an explanation.

"Lang Jun, I'm going to go back too—" Qingtou jumped behind him.

"Don't follow me!"

He snorted, didn't look back, and went out.

Chapter 143

Pei Xiaoyuan never knew that there was a kind of day and night journey in the world, but what he brought was not hardships and hardships, but blood boiling, Guan Shan hated far away, people couldn't coerce their wings, towards Fa Peng Island, and at dusk to Cangwu.

He seemed to be in a tireless hurry. Along the way, the post houses that comforted the bitter travelers could not stop his eager pace, and he often changed his mounts to replenish his dry food. I'm really tired, the wilderness, under the trees, the deserted village, the small temple, the sky is the cover, the ground is the seat, close the eyes, wake up, and continue to be excited on the road.

In the nineteenth year of Qiande, one evening in mid-spring, he finally returned to Chang'an.

Weishui is still the same, and Tangtang is going east. Chang'an is no longer the ice and snow appearance when he left, the reed buds on the waterfront are spiky, the elm willows next to the Huangai Road are mixed, and the branches are blooming with new green everywhere. He galloped to the Weishui bridge, and the sound of the horse's hooves startled an old bird nesting in an old tree on the shore. The old bird had food in its mouth, and a few young birds that had just hatched a few days ago opened their mouths to the sky in the nest, making a burst of anxious chirping sounds waiting to be fed.

Pei Xiaoyuan let go of the horse's hooves and walked over.

Several pedestrians descended from the bridge opposite, among whom was a woman holding a child. They should be the villagers of the neighborhood who enter the city during the day, and go out of the city in the evening and return home together. When they got off the bridge, they suddenly bumped into him, and they all showed fear on their faces, and they all bowed their heads to avoid him, and made a detour from the side, far away from him.

Pei Xiao was puzzled at first, until the evening breeze came from the timidity of the child, "Ah Niang, was that bad guy just now-"

His mother covered Xiao'er's mouth with one palm, looked back at Pei Xiaoyuan, and the group immediately quickened their pace and hurriedly left.

Pei Xiaoyuan looked down at himself.

He dressed as an ordinary soldier, with a knife in his body, and when he walked so far, his boots and clothes were covered with dust and mud. He touched his face again and slapped his hands.

Although I can't see it, I know that this is a face with rough hair and dust.

No wonder passers-by and children are scared to this point.

The appearance of this vicissitudes is almost no different from that of a rogue soldier and a road thief.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the whale paste and the sound of the admonition that Li Zhi gave him before leaving, and couldn't help but shake his head gently and self-deprecatingly.

In the evening breeze, the faintly transmitted sound of the twilight drum suddenly disappeared at this time, and Siye seemed to be completely quiet with it.

The sky took its last rays, and it went dark.

Pei Xiaoyuan also slowly stopped in the middle of the bridge.

He looked out at the horizon ahead that blurred into the night.

Chang'an is there.

Along the way, he slept in the open air, wore stars and moons, and asked for it in his dreams, isn't this moment?

However, he stopped there, and it was difficult for him to move forward for a while.

It's not just because of the sideways of passers-by.

Over the past few days, the closer he got to Chang'an, the more hesitant his steps became. Until this moment, the city was finally in sight.

After crossing this bridge, it is the realm of Chang'an. As long as he walked a few dozen miles, after the last stretch of the road, and opened the city gate, he could go there and see the person in his heart.