Yan Liuhe, this guy, really ran to find Liu Qingjin.

After being told by Urina for a while, Ji Xin finally got impatient and took Urina to the market.

Standing in the market, Ji Xin felt that Jincheng was living and working in peace and contentment, as if yesterday's bloody rain was a dream.

But his hands were bloody, and the real couldn't be more real.

He knew that this peace in Jincheng was bought with blood.

The entire northern region is full of rivers and lakes, and there is no absolute peace.

"Ji Xin, look at those rouges, I don't know how many times better than those in Yancheng. Urina jumped up and down in front of the rouge gouache vendor.

Ji Xin touched the money bag and knew that the gold, silver, and copper in it were all gone.

But what's the point of spending money for a loved one? Unlike the author of this book, who wants to spend money for a loved one, but where is there a beloved person around? Well, there is no beloved money*-*.

In one go, she bought a lot of rouge gouache for Uzhina, a lot of beautiful clothes materials, and some jewelry, and Uzhina was satisfied.

Seeing that Urina was so happy like a child, Ji Xin's heart was also sweet.

His Uzhna had suffered enough with him.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the market, and pedestrians all turned to the sides.

I saw a chariot drawn by seven horses, swaying towards the market.

The chariot of seven horses, which is in the entire northern region, is only the treatment of Murong Ji, the Khan of the Great Yue Clan.

That's right, this is Murong Ji's chariot. However, sitting on the chariot was not Murong Ji, but Murong Zixuan, the third son of Murong Ji.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the third prince is going to the East City Gate to greet the victorious return of General Dongfang Wunan, and he has mistaken the military law. The two teams of forbidden troops lined up on both sides, clearing the way for the chariots behind them.

Ji Xin took Urina's small hand and retreated to the side of the road with the crowd.

The chariot slowly approached.

Although it is a chariot drawn by seven horses, the chariot is only a symbol of power and status, not that the more horses, the faster the chariot can run.

On the contrary, such chariots were often slower than any horse-drawn carriage.

The golden chariot, full of Zhu Hua, under the gorgeous Luo cover, on the seat made of pure gold, Murong Zixuan sat upright.

Ji Xin looked at Murong Zixuan on the chariot and looked envious.

"The husband should be like this~" Ji Xin muttered.

"Ji Xin, what are you talking about?" Wu Rina also looked carefully, only heard Ji Xin speak, but did not hear clearly.

"It's nothing, Uzhina, tell me, if I marry you in this carriage, will your brother let you sit on it?" Ji Xin winked at Uzhina.

"Ji Xin, you don't have a fever, right?" Wu Zhina put her little hand on Ji Xin's forehead, and then put it on her own forehead, her face full of doubts.

Ji Xin shook his head, scratched the bridge of Wu Rina's little nose, and led him to follow the chariot all the way to the east city gate.

Outside the East City Gate, the general Dongfang Wunan was covered in red armor, and a Fangtian painting halberd in his hand was set up on the sweaty and bloody Dawan horse, standing in front of the door.

What a treasure knife is not old, and the true nature of the sword is not old, and the air is Xuan Angsai Hansheng~

Han Sheng, Huang Zhong, the five tiger generals of Shu Han at the end of the Han Dynasty, Huang Hansheng is also, and the predecessors of Guanzhong have poems praising and saying:

The general's spirit and heavenly ginseng, the white hair is still trapped in Hannan.

To death is willing to have no resentment, and he is ashamed to lower his head.

The sword is bright and the snow shows the bravery, and the iron horse is in the wind.

The high name of the ages should not be lost, and the lonely moon shines on Xiangtan.

He also said: The courage is shocking to Hebei, and the famous town is in Shuzhong. The dying head is like snow, and he still shows himself as a hero.

Our great general Dongfang Wunan has a bit of the true character of the old general of Hansheng, but in the hands of our Dongfang Wunan general, there is a Fangtian painting halberd.

He only went to the next stop at the east city gate, that is, the momentum of ten thousand people, the wrinkled old face, the tiger's eyes narrowed, which made many soldiers who came to greet him tremble.

But this "tiger" that makes people tremble at a glance is the great hero who shelters the entire khanate.

"The third prince is here, play, play music~"

Toot Toot Toot Toot –

Two rows of drummers raised their horns and puffed out their cheeks.

Dongfang Wunan saw the chariot out of the city gate, and he also rode his horse slowly forward.

The chariot stopped, and the gauze curtain in front of Murong Zixuan was picked open by the maid serving beside him.

Murong Zixuan also slowly got out of the car.

Dongfang Wunan turned over and dismounted, and gave a military salute to Murong Zixuan with his head held high.

"The old minister is fortunate not to be dishonored, and has assisted the Jiang Khan royal family to eradicate the biggest resistance to recovering the northern land, and the Jiang Dynasty has moved north, and will soon return to the old capital Jiangcheng. Jiang Khan has promised to assign all the lands south of Nanzhong to the rule of my Dayue Khanate, and to be a vassal to my Dayue Khan for generations, and will never turn his back. Dongfang Wunan took out the national credentials and presented them to Murong Zixuan with both hands.

Murong Zixuan took it carefully and handed it over to the attendant beside him for safekeeping.

"The general has worked hard to crusade against the Jiang Khanate, and today I will return triumphantly to raise the national prestige of my Dayue Khanate, Murong Zixuan pays tribute to you and the glory you have achieved. Murong Zixuan clasped his hands together and respectfully bowed to Dongfang Wunan Ji three times.

Dongfang Wunan nodded, and took it with a loud voice.

"The third prince doesn't have to be polite, he can share the worries of the Great Khan, and the East has no south to do it. Dongfang Wunan said.

"The general's loyalty can be seen, follow me into the city and accept the blessings of the people of Jincheng." Murong Zixuan bent down and made a gesture of please.

"Third Prince, please!" Dongfang Wunan also knew that Murong Zixuan was just polite.

The two of them each sat on their horses and chariots, and walked side by side towards the city gate.

"The general has worked hard~"

"General~"

Along the way, the people all happily greeted the general Dongfang Wunan.

Because they know what this great general represents.

Dongfang Wunan just had a blank face, slowly moving forward with the horse, and kept parallel to the chariot.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the old general's tiger eye, making him turn his head.

"Ji Xin, is that you?" Dongfang Wunan shouted.

On the side of the road, Ji Xin hurriedly pulled Urina and hid into the crowd.

"General, what's going on?" Murong Zixuan asked, poking his head out.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm dizzy, I see an old man. Dongfang Wunan shook his head.

"Those who can enter the eyes of the old generals, except for the other three old generals, there are only a handful of people in the Northern Regions. Murong Zixuan said with a smile.

"That's a Han boy, he has great skills, and he shot through the throat of Hu Yandu's most proud student, Hua Mo. Dongfang Wunan said.

"Hua Mo reprimanded me, it is said that in our generation, he is also a famous general. The smile on Murong Zixuan's face disappeared.

"If that Han boy can serve the Murong family, my old bones can close my eyes, and I can rest assured that I can go to Tengger. It's a pity that the Han boy named Ji Xin has disappeared since then. Dongfang Wunan sighed.

At this time, it has reached the central district, that is, the inner city of Jincheng. This inner city is not allowed to enter by ordinary people, and only the nobles, generals, and courtiers of the Great Moon Clan Khanate are eligible to enter.

Dongfang Wunan turned around again and glanced at the crowd behind him, but the figure could no longer be found.

Strangely, my old bones have never rubbed sand in their eyes.

Hiss~, today, what's going on?

Looking back, on the tower of the inner city, Murong Ji was already waving to him······