Mrs. He looked at the back of the Zou family, which had become more and more haggard in the past few days, and her fingers lightly tapped on the small table, and she took out the things she had planned to suppress in her mind and reconsidered them.

A few days ago, Mrs. Jing Anbo and the old lady mentioned the matter of adding people to Da Lang's room.

Really, she has been looking forward to her great-grandson for too long. She gave Da Lang's daughter-in-law ten years, but there was still no news.

After Zhangzhou, all the way to the north, the waterway passed through Qizhou, and then changed horses to go north, and finally arrived at Liangzhou in the north of the Dawu Dynasty for more than half a month.

Looking at the endless northern grassland in his previous life, He Changdi's heart suddenly had mixed feelings.

Lai Yue hit the horse to the young master's side and asked, "Young master, are we going directly into the city?"

He Changdi shook his head and pointed in one direction.

Lai Yue turned his gaze and saw only a few scattered tents set up on the grassland as far as the eye could see.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and didn't speak again.

Along the way, the third young master's temper has become worse and worse, and his face has been gloomy all day long, looking like don't mess with me.

Lai Yue subconsciously took a deep breath, but the next moment the expression on his face distorted, he looked down at his gray clothes, and now he wanted to throw himself into the water, and he really couldn't smell it. He didn't expect that the third young master, who had always loved cleanliness, would be able to run around without cleaning the stains on his body.

It's the height of summer, and since they left Qizhou, they haven't taken care of themselves seriously, and the farther north, the lotus ponds and lakes along the way have become very few, and they are in a hurry to travel, and ordinary things like eating and sleeping and bathing have become luxuries.

Now I have come to this wild place in the north, and there are grasslands as far as the eye can see, and there are not even a few tents, let alone an inn restaurant to rest.

Thinking of this, Lai Yue peeked at the third young master beside him, the gray fitting riding suit had already been stained with dust, and several places were even scratched a few times, and the black hair tied behind his head was a little messy, and because he hadn't taken care of it for several days, a hard black stubble had grown on his chin, and the third young master was much darker and thinner than before.

Lai Yue secretly twitched the corners of his mouth, if his young master looked like this and passed by on the streets of Shengjing City, it is estimated that few people would recognize the rough man in front of him as He Jiayu Saburo who used to be like a crown of jade.

The master and servant hurried to the scattered tents.

At this time, a slightly chubby woman came out of the tent with a butter tea jar, and when she saw two strangers, she looked at them curiously, and said again.

Lai Yue stared at the woman not far away, although he had thought of the harsh environment in the north, he had never thought that he would not understand the language......

The woman spoke to them for a long time, but she did not understand a word, and suddenly felt that one head was two big.

He looked at his master beside him at a loss.

How do you think He Changdi turned over and dismounted, walked to the woman's side in three or two steps, he pursed his lips slightly, and then it was also a "chirp" that came out of his mouth more and more incomprehensible, after speaking, He Changdi took out a seal from the purse around his waist and handed it to the woman to see.

The woman took the seal to distinguish it from the light, and suddenly danced happily, and after returning the seal to He Changdi, she bowed to him respectfully, and then stretched out her hand to pull He Changdi into the tent.

Lai Yue was dumbfounded when he stood aside, he couldn't figure out when the young master would be able to speak barbarian language, and looking at the posture, he was not an ordinary proficient.

He stood stunned and led the horse, because he was surprised that his feet couldn't move, and finally He Changdi turned his head and drank him, and he came back to his senses.

From time to time, another half-grown boy came out of the tent, smiling and trying to take the reins of their horses from Lai Yue's hand, He Changdi swept over and saw that Lai Yue was getting more and more unmoved, so he reminded: "Give him the horse, he will help us take care of it." ”

Only then did he hand the horse to the swarthy boy who was particularly fond of laughing.

Lai Yue walked to his young master in three or two steps, scratched his head and said a little helplessly: "Young master, the little one is still a little confused." ”

He Saburo glared at him, "What's the matter, follow me." ”

Lai Yue nodded hurriedly, but after a while, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Young Master, when did you learn this northern barbarian language, why don't you know it at all." ”

He Saburo glanced at Lai Yue with disdain, "It's normal to not know if you're in your brain." All day long, I just think about eating!"

Lai Yue can be aggrieved, and he doesn't dare to ask again.

Didn't he just eat a braised pork rice bowl specially made by the third grandmother in the house, and the braised pork was still leftover from the third grandmother's big maids, so he was buried all the way by the third young master, he was really wronged!

But when I think of that braised pork, Lai Yue can't help but drool, the thick sauce, the fat but not greasy pieces of meat, take a bite, the teeth and cheeks are fragrant, it is the best meat he has ever eaten!

If he can have a bowl at this time, and put a bowl of braised pork upside down on the white and fat rice, he will definitely be able to eat three bowls of rice, no, a pot of rice!

Looking back on the wind and food and sleeping along the way, I feel more and more greedy than before.

The reason why He Saburo is so familiar with it is because he was exiled to the northern realm in his previous life, mixed with the lowest barbarians for three years, and suffered all the hardships of the world, how could this most ordinary language not be!

Thinking of the darkest time, He Changdi couldn't help but clench his fists hidden in his cuffs.

However, God treated him well and gave him a chance to do it again!

Entering the tent, a short but burly barbarian greeted him, put his right hand on his heart, and bowed respectfully to He Changdi.

He Changdi nodded, and walked straight towards the low table in the tent, and waited for the barbarian man to sit down with him, and after a while, the woman who followed into the tent came in with two clay pots.

The barbarian man made a gesture of Han family please, He Changdi was not polite, so he picked up the stoneware bowl in front of him and filled a full bowl for himself, he took a bite, and looked at Lai Yue, who was kneeling behind him, and motioned for him to eat now.

In order to rush to Liangzhou as soon as possible, the master and servant have not eaten for nearly a day, and now they are hungry, along the way, the master and servant take care of each other, He Changdi did not have the noble son shelf in Shengjing, and every time he entered the inn to eat, the two were at the same table.

Lai Yue didn't shirk, learned from He Changdi's appearance, and filled himself with a bowl, maybe he was too hungry, so he took a big sip of the bowl.

But as soon as the food in the bowl was poured into his mouth, Lai Yue's ordinary face became extremely distorted, and he secretly glanced at his master, only to see He Changdi's face not changing and swallowing the food in the bowl in small bites, so he forced himself to swallow the things in his mouth.

Looking down at the black batter in the bowl, Lai Yue didn't have the courage to take a second bite.

What the hell is this made, it is even more difficult to swallow than the rancid steamed buns they eat on the road, are these barbarians eating these things every day?

After such a while, He Saburo, who had already eaten a bowl of elegant food, glanced at his Chang Sui lightly, "After eating, there is no other food here, otherwise you will be hungry." ”

When he saw his master's empty bowl, he swallowed a bowl with two bubbles of tears, and he didn't dare to chew it at all.

This is a unique green fruit porridge in the north, the taste is really not good, but it is the main food source of the barbarians here, in his previous life, he can only eat such an unpalatable green fruit porridge once a month, or a barbarian aunt pity him, secretly brought to himself every month.

Tasting this taste again, He Changdi thought that he would miss it, and even like such a taste, but no, staring at the hot air in the clay pot in front of him, he was in a trance for a moment, as if what was on the table in front of him was not green fruit porridge, but hot scallion pancakes and handies.

And sitting at the table was also the little woman who bowed her head and ate delicately, and from time to time she would look at him angrily, as if to say that he was a rice bucket, and snatched the food she had carefully prepared.

And the taste of the delicious hand-making and crispy scallion pancakes seemed to slowly overshadow the taste of the green fruit porridge, so that the rough green fruit porridge was slowly diluted in his memory.

He Saburo suddenly pinched his palms hard, and his jade-like eyes instantly became cold.

Damn, he seems to have fallen under a spell, and he remembered that poisonous woman again!

recalled his tragic situation in his previous life again, reminded himself that all his tragedies were caused by that woman, closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes returned to their original clarity.

Lai Yue put down the bowl and looked at his young master pitifully.

The barbarian man seemed to think that the expression of the younger brother Lai Yue sitting opposite him was quite ridiculous, and he laughed heartily twice, asked the woman to take the table, and served the three of them milk wine from the north.

Lai Yue paid attention this time, picked up the milk wine in front of him and took a small sip, although it was not as good as the coarse rice wine in Shengjing City, but compared with the green fruit porridge, it was really much better.

The barbarian man looked at Lai Yue and smiled, then turned his head and spoke to He Changdi again.

Lai Yue didn't understand a sentence, but saw that the barbarian man took out a rather large sachet from his arms and presented it to the young master in the middle of his words.

He Saburo opened the sachet, first took out two letters from it, then glanced at the rest of the sachet, and stuffed the sachet into the bag he was carrying.

Lai Yue glanced at the seal on the back of the envelope, and his face couldn't help but become serious.

These two letters were sent by the King of Jin.

He Changdi first opened King Jin's letter, and after reading it roughly, he couldn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face, and then tore open another one.

The handwriting of this letter is not as strong and chic as the first one, but it is decent, and it is the handwriting of Mama Zhong.

There are five pieces of paper, densely packed with fly-headed small letters, and they report to him in detail what he did when he left Jing'an Bo Mansion for half a month.

He Saburo's face turned cold when he looked at it, but at the same time, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes that no one else could see.

He Changdi continued to look down, and when he saw a few of them, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching twice.