The next day, the sky was slightly brighter.

The delegation had a simple breakfast and re-embarked on the journey.

One night can change a lot of things.

For example, Chu Yan, the sixth prince of Chu State, who asked for wine, meat and girls along the way, has become extremely well-behaved today, hiding in his carriage all day, quietly, and no longer messing around.

It was only through the gap in the curtain that it could be seen that Chu Yan's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he gritted his teeth.

He rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, and there were a lot of wounds, new from yesterday.

In addition, the number of soldiers who were responsible for guarding Chu Yan's carriage had increased more than three times. Many of them are new faces, and they don't look like soldiers, but more like emotionless killing machines, with a gloomy aura all over their bodies.

That's all Chen Chao can do.

The enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light.

You can only try to increase the number of guards to prevent Chu Yan from suddenly dying on the road.

After a few days of adjustment and running-in, the convoy was moving much faster than before.

At this time, it is the golden autumn and October season, the wheat waves on both sides of the road are rolling, and the ripe fruits are hanging on the branches, swaying in the wind.

There are local officials responsible for receiving along the way, and everyone knows that the mission was ordered to send an envoy to the state of Chu, so no one dared to slack off, not to mention that the envoy of the mission was the uncle of the dynasty, and he was also a ranger general who made great achievements on the battlefield of Yunzhou.

Murong Chong has reached today's achievements at a young age, and in time, he will definitely be an important member of the Daji military.

It's always right to get on good terms with future generals.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if you don't look at Murong Chong's face, when the prime minister Chen Chao is still in the mission, who dares to slack off on this weight?

So everywhere they went, the local officials would set up a banquet to entertain them, and the beauties and wine would serve them.

Chen Chao refused one by one, because he knew in advance that the eldest princess would send someone to intercept and kill Chu Yan.

Therefore, the management of the mission on weekdays is very strict, and drinking alcohol and going out alone are completely eliminated.

However, when the mission temporarily rested at various post stations, Chen Chaohui visited on a whim and in plain clothes.

It can also be regarded as an in-depth understanding of the real situation in various parts of the Aki.

Chen Chao wanted to see how rotten Daji was in his bones.

Of course, the journey was more boring, because in order to complete this mission as quickly as possible, Chen Chao spent most of his time in the carriage, drowsy.

Even with two daughters and a well-behaved daughter, Chen Chao couldn't lift a trace of spirit.

Unlike Chen Chao, who was bored, the three girls giggled along the way, patronizing eating, drinking, and having fun, but fortunately, the carriage was big enough, and the carriage was spacious enough, and several people were crowded in the carriage, and they could even sit down and play chess.

"What are you thinking?" Song Qingwan looked at Chen Chao in a daze, and asked lightly with a stunned gaze.

Chen Chao came back to his senses, yawned, and said, "When I want to arrive in Chuzhou and see my father-in-law and mother-in-law, will my father-in-law kick me out of the house with a big stick?" ”

In my memory, the relationship between the original owner and Song Qingwan's father, that is, Song Dingshan, the original household secretary, was not very harmonious, although Song Dingshan helped his son-in-law Chen Chao become the youngest prime minister in the history of Daji, but because of political disagreements, the two quarreled a lot.

Song Dingshan saw that he could not return to the Chen Dynasty, so he resigned from the post of secretary of the household department five years ago and returned to his hometown Chuzhou to retire.

Song Qingwan took the initiative to grab Chen Chao's big hand and comforted softly:

"No, my father is a knife-mouthed tofu heart, and my father will be very happy to see our family come back."

Chen Chao nodded, stretched out his arm to wrap his arms around Song Qingwan's waist, looked down at her slightly bulging lower abdomen, and said to the unborn child inside: "If your grandfather kicks your father and me out of the house, you have to say a few good words for your father in the middle." ”

Song Qingwan pursed her lips and smiled, and gently slapped Chen Chao, only to feel that Chen Chao was messing around.

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One day in mid-November.

After a long journey, the mission finally arrived at the city of Chuzhou.

The local officials gave a rather warm reception, Chen Chao and Murong Chong said hello and asked him to take care of Chu Yan, and then took a dozen carriages from the Prime Minister's Mansion to part ways with the mission at the city gate.

Chuzhou City is not as majestic as the capital of the Great Era, here is located in the south, the architectural style has a small jasper atmosphere, the streets of the ancient city are paved with irregular bluestone slabs one by one, and it is not so wide and straight, slightly crowded.

The shops on both sides of the street are old-fashioned, and the yellowed signs hang down naturally.

The old shopkeeper personally came out to send off the familiar guests, talking and laughing, quite life-like.

The local people saw a group of more than ten luxury carriages, circling around the streets of the ancient city, and they were very curious for a while, and they went out of their homes to watch.

are all wondering where this is coming from?

It looks like it's very rich.

The closer he was to the Song Mansion, Chen Chao felt that Song Qingwan's heart was beating faster and faster, the last part of the way home, it was fake not to be excited, Song Qingwan reached out and patted her heart that was about to jump out, biting her lip.

Lifting the curtain for the thirteenth time to look out, Song Qingwan excitedly pointed to a candy shop on the side of the road, and said happily that it was her favorite place to go when she was a child, and the candy sold by his family was cheap and delicious.

The other people in the carriage couldn't understand Song Qingwan's current mood, but they nodded vigorously and listened to Song Qingwan talk about what happened when she was a child.

The road of Chuzhou City is not easy to walk, some places are too narrow, the carriage can not pass, can only detour, the carriage goes around, after half an hour of detour, finally arrived at a quaint street, the group has not gotten off, just listen to the discussion of the girls outside and fly in.

"It's coming, it's my cousin, right?"

"Definitely yes, from the capital, it must be ......"

"Fifth uncle, my cousin is here......"

"Uncle, my cousin is here......"

Song Qingwan heard a familiar voice outside the car, and couldn't wait to reach out and lift the curtain to look outside.

There are many people in front of the Song Mansion now, all of whom are relatives of the family, there are thirty or forty people, both men and women.

They had already received news that Song Qingwan would be back, so they waited at the door early in the morning to prepare to greet them.

"Ah, what a cousin! Cousin, you're finally back, you miss me......"

When a little girl saw Song Qingwan who appeared, she immediately jumped down from the steps and ran to her, stood on tiptoe and happily grabbed Song Qingwan's hand, "Cousin, cousin, it's really you ......"

"Ahhh......h

"It's me, it's ......"

Song Qingwan leaned out of the car window, grabbed the little girl's hand, and shed tears excitedly, she couldn't stop it, and her nose and eyes instantly turned red.

After many years of absence, how can I bear this homesickness.

The other people in front of the Song Mansion also hurriedly gathered around, with smiles on their faces.

The Song family is a big family with thriving descendants in Chuzhou, Song Dingshan has eight brothers and sisters alone, and there are even more children and nephews below than can be counted.

The people who greeted them at the gate of the Song Mansion were all young juniors, like Song Qingwan's uncles and aunts, who had not yet come out.

If they all came out, the whole street would have to be blocked.