This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 61 Entering Beijing
She frowned, watching the convoy from the attic window.

There were a little over a dozen people in that convoy, and the leader was a handsome young man riding a tall horse and carrying a saber.

The morning sun is born, and it is scattered in the vastness.

Looking at the back of the young man, he let out a long sigh and stayed alone.

There was indescribable melancholy in Yunyou's eyes, the handkerchief in his hand was tightly clutched, and he stared blankly at the figure who was gradually walking away.

"Mother."

The girl on the side looked at Yunyou, a look of unbearableness flashed in her eyes, she sighed softly, she showed her slender hands, and gently patted Yunyou's back one after another.

Yun You didn't speak, and kept watching the team travel until they disappeared completely.

She thought, then Mr. Lang should look back?

But all the way to the end, that handsome man did not look back.

"A lowly servant girl like me must not leave much impression in Lu Lang's heart."

Aunt Yunyou laughed at herself.

That's right, I'm just a good-for-nothing bitch.

What unrealistic wish do you fantasize about?

It is better to go directly to the temple to pray to God and worship Buddha.

"Ugh."

The girl who patted Yunyou's back didn't speak.

They are all people in a cage, how can they have the right to comfort others?
The warning of prostitutes is not to be emotional.

Since ancient times, none of the passionate brothel women have a good end.

You are playing with other people's feelings.

If you fall in love, you will suffer backlash.

In the summer wind, a top-notch sports car equipped with E-class headlights watched from a distance in the direction where the boy disappeared, as if to illuminate the boy's future path.

The family moved today.

Target capital.

Riding on a tall horse, Lu Yuanzhi led the way along the official road leisurely.

In the feudal era, moving a house will consume more financial and material resources than traveling all the way to the capital with light clothes, and repurchasing in the capital.

So my uncle just brought his servants with him, and the whole family set off from Chongbei to the capital.

The carriage traveled steadily on the official road, rolling along the rut marks, and started off unsteadily.

There are three carriages in total.

The big one belongs to Hai Rui, and the small one belongs to Mrs. Hai and Hai Lingzhi.

But Hai Lingzhi insisted on not taking a carriage, and only liked to ride a horse, insisting on riding her own filly to follow Lu Yuanzhi.

The third one was the smallest and crudest, more like a prison cart than a carriage.

Inside the car was a motionless object whose only slightly undulating chest could barely prove to be alive.

The man's hair was disheveled, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he swayed with the shaking of the carriage. His pale face was as beautiful as a painting.

He is unconscious.

He is Xianglian.

When the Beijing-China messenger came that day, he also brought an order, that is, to bring the alien spies from southern Xinjiang to the capital.

Naturally, Hai Rui would not neglect, he found a prison van and slowly followed the team.

There are also a few servants walking along with them, and the servants are naturally happy on the way. When their master is promoted, they can also follow the chickens and dogs to heaven.

A group of people walked along the road, not fast, but also day and night.

Looking at Chongbei County, which was gradually disappearing, Lu Yuanzhi gradually became excited.

Although he was still reluctant to leave Aunt Yun, but when he thought of Beijing...

In the mouth of the old storyteller in Chongbei, it was like a fairyland like a dream.

He was happy in his heart.

I am still grateful to Aunt Yun Lu Yuanzhi, after all, I gave myself a full 500 taels for a mere Huanxisha.

And every time he sees himself, he does his best to serve him, giving him a warm feeling like spring.

Especially for a woman of Aunt Yun's age, her stamina is more satisfying than that of ordinary girls.

Since crossing, he has rarely indulged himself.For a time, he was complacent and thought that he was safe.

It wasn't until he met Aunt Yun that he realized that it wasn't that he had enough concentration, but that he hadn't met anyone who made him willing to release himself...

As a young man with a sense of justice in his heart even though he was a little bit high school, Lu Yuanzhi more or less yearned for prosperity.

Three years ago, Lu Yuanzhi traveled a long distance with his uncle's family.

Back then, the whole family came to Chongbei neatly from my uncle's hometown.

At that time, Lu Yuanzhi was just a 15-year-old boy.

Now the whole family headed to the capital neatly.

Now he is a handsome young man.

With a piece of dogtail in his mouth, Lu Yuanzhi rode his blue steed, a narrow horizontal knife at his waist, and a comfortable smile on the corner of his mouth.

The cousin is also dressed in the same clothes, riding a red mare, one tall and one short, the same black strong suit, the same high ponytail, the same black short boots, and the narrow horizontal knife at the waist.

Seen from a distance, the two seem to be carved out of the same mold.

It's like two young heroes traveling across the rivers and lakes.

Except that Lu Yuanzhi's pectoralis major is pitifully small compared to his cousin.

"I made a decision!"

Driving alongside Lu Yuanzhi, the cousin's expression was extremely serious.

The sound drifted in all directions along the breeze.

Lu Yuanzhi reined in lightly, raised his eyebrows, glanced at his cousin and said nothing.

The cousin didn't care about Lu Yuanzhi's ignorance, and there was a hint of excitement on that handsome face:
"I'm going to practice martial arts seriously!"

Lu Yuanzhi was silent, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Martial arts practice depends on the root."

"I can find something that can improve the root bone?"

The cousin confidently puffed up her chest, raised the whip in her hand, pointed forward and proudly said: "I want to be a generation of heroines!"

Lu Yuanzhi's eyes subconsciously looked at his cousin's confident chest, and sighed: "My cousin's roots are magnificent."

"Magnificent?"

Hai Lingzhi looked at him suspiciously.

Lu Yuanzhi yelled: "The bones are so strange!"

Something that can lift the root bone?

Don't say no, even if there is, it's not my cousin's turn.

Just looking at his cousin's excited appearance, Lu Yuanzhi didn't speak, he just wanted to run like a horse, so he raised his whip and yelled:
"drive!"

The green-haired horse raised its hooves and ran straight ahead!
Cousin, of course, not to be outdone, followed Lu Yuanzhi, followed Nanfeng one after the other, all the way forward!
carriage.

Hai Rui still had a relaxed and comfortable smile on his face, and his carriage was exaggerated and comfortable.

Sitting upright on the couch, holding a volume of sage books, reading with relish.

He frowned when he heard Lu Yuanzhi's shout outside and the horse's neighing.

Gently lifted the curtains of the carriage, and at a glance, he saw two young figures flying wildly, galloping on horses.

For a moment, he looked as if fascinated.

In a trance, he seemed to see the confident figure of himself every time before autumn when he was young.

Smiling, Hai Rui lowered the curtains.

The car was quiet for a while.

A gust of wind blew and lifted the windows of the carriage.

Inside came the uncle's soft chanting:
"Smiling willows play with the spring breeze,"

"There is a firmament in your chest."

"Strengthen the rein and caress the crown to go day by day."

"Submerge the sound of horseshoes, regardless of the name behind you."

After reading this, the uncle's voice paused.

Looking at the robe on his body, the smile on his face slowly retreated, and his voice was low and vicissitudes:

"The tip of the brow does not show the love of the past,"

"It's half a lifetime in the blink of an eye."

"Respect the mountain and respect the water to worship the doctor,"

"Looking back without words, my temples are already dyed with winter."

Everyone in the world wears golden armor and starts from a young age. On the way, they are in danger and perplexed for a long time.

I don't know how many years I have been here, and I don't know how the road ahead will be.

(This volume is over)

The author says:

The Chongbei volume is over, and I am not satisfied with the Xianglian case and the Bingcone case, barely scoring 6 points.

After all, it didn't achieve the effect of shocking people to cry after the reversal, so bad reviews.

There are still many holes left in the Xianglian case and the ice cone case, which are required by the plot, and will be filled in in the next volume.

The heroine is about to meet Lu Yuanzhi.

There are still many female characters that will appear. Do you want more young girls or more girls who meet the taste of my great Wei officials?
Let's talk about it.

Personally, I don’t like too much procrastination. Many books have to happen on the way to Beijing. I think that’s too watery, so after considering the next chapter, let’s go directly to Beijing. After all, only when the plot is compact will everyone’s desire to read more.

The next volume is about to enter Beijing, and I have prepared a few cases and a few plots of people's prestige for everyone.

Chu Mo is also rushing to supplement himself during this time, so the writing style may be slightly better than the previous few books.

The above uncle's poem was written by Chu Mo himself, and I used it when I felt that it was more in line with my uncle's mood, and the effect was not bad.

Let's encourage each other, let's rush together, and I don't want to show it badly.

Many book friends said that the title and introduction of the book are too rubbish. Here, Chumo also hopes that book friends with better ideas can join the group to give suggestions to Chumo. If the effect is really good, Chumo will prepare a surprise.

come on, come on, come on!As long as everyone supports me, I will do my best to write well! ! !
There will be another update before twelve o'clock

(End of this chapter)