Chitose words

Xie Zhao really wasn't talking nonsense this time. She took Ling You, Han Changsheng and Bo Xi directly to a civilian residential area at the junction of the south and north of the city.

She led them through countless alleys, turning left and right, and finally arrived at a lively alley filled with people's voices.

As soon as you step into the alley, you can smell all kinds of aromas inside. There are actually a whole street of snack stalls!

The group of them walked from the east of the alley to the west of the alley, eating and walking along the way, very carelessly.

But most of the people around were also like this. Some were holding candied haws, some were holding sugar-oiled glutinous rice cakes, some were holding fragrant meat skewers, and some were holding fermented dough and fried fragrant vegetable pancakes. .

Most of the people around him looked like this, and they were not as reserved and dignified as the distinguished guests in big wine shops and restaurants.

They had smiles on their faces, holding the freshly baked food they had just bought. Many of the neighbors even knew each other, and they smiled and said hello to themselves, or stopped to chat for a few words. It was very interesting. Busy and noisy.

There are the sounds of people talking, the barking of dogs, the shouts of small traders and vendors, the play and laughter of children, and the gentle and attentive greetings of adults.

There are also the layers of delicious food and the steam.

This is probably the fireworks in the world.

This atmosphere was so suitable for eating that Han Changsheng accidentally ate too much.

He was only halfway through the snack street when he started to burp so unsightlyly.

Xie Zhao looked at him with a speechless expression, and then said:

"I said, Han Changsheng, your own health is important. Even if I treat you, you don't need to support yourself to death. Do you think you are eating your enemy?"

Han Changsheng let out a "hiccup", then raised his hand to cover his mouth with a slight blush, and his eyes rolled around in a circle. Seeing that no one was paying attention around him, he put down his hand and said:

"I, I didn't! I just watched others eat it, so I thought it tasted good too, so I accidentally ate more! Don't talk nonsense and slander my innocent image."

Xie Zhao squinted at him and chuckled:

"Yes, yes, your young master Han's pure character is much clearer than the water of Minghe River, right?"

Ling You and Bo Xi held the warm vegetable pancakes in their hands and laughed when they heard this.

Walking so freely among the bustling crowds in their hometown, holding fragrant food, and listening to the unique gentle accents of the Southern Dynasties, both Xie Zhao, Ling and Han Changsheng felt a sense of relaxation that they had not seen for a long time.

Although Bo Xi was from the Northern Dynasties, he was deeply touched by the lively festival atmosphere in Zhaoge City at this time.

She wore a green-faced and fanged imp mask, but her leaking eyes were full of curiosity and wonder.

When Bo Xi was in Hanyong before, he would always hear people talking about the vast land and rich resources of the Southern Dynasties.

Now that she saw it with her own eyes, she realized that what those compatriots and herdsmen in the Northern Dynasty said was true. The Tianchen Dynasty in the Southern Kingdom was indeed the most fertile and good place.

No wonder the thirty-six tribes of Hanyong in the Northern Dynasties, who had lived in a bitter and cold place for a long time, coveted this beautiful mountain and river for more than 800 years.

If it weren't for the numerous martial arts talents of the Southern Dynasties who had dominated the martial arts of the Northern Dynasties in recent decades, I am afraid that the cavalry and scimitars of Hanyong's thirty-sixth division would not be willing to be so lonely.

Bo Xi sighed again as he thought about it.

Although she was also a member of the Northern Dynasty, she was born in poverty and poverty since childhood.

Later, he was fortunately rescued by the Holy Envoy of Hulu, Mahoye, and he was taught and practiced the "sentimental way" of compassion for others. Therefore, it was difficult to identify with the bad habits of Hanyong nobles in the Northern Dynasty who had loved robbery for thousands of years.

However, the Hulu Holy Altar sounds like a holy place on the northern grasslands, but in fact it is just a vassal of the Ministry of Yuwen. Not only does it have no influence on the overall situation, it also cannot determine how the top nobles of Hanyong act.

But fortunately

Bo Xi turned his head and looked at the thin back of the woman wearing a silver-white fox mask not far in front of her, using the setting moonlight and the alternating lights and candles of thousands of lanterns around her.

Fortunately, there are always outstanding people in this world. They are obviously responsible for unparalleled achievements, but they also have a heart as gentle as the sea. Even if they come from a prominent and wealthy family, they are still willing to protect the suffering sentient beings from having to endure the chaos of Lihuo war. And the "god" who once protected the peace of all living beings has since stepped down from the altar and blended into the unknown crowd, seeming to have become the most inconspicuous but the most dazzling star.

In front, Han Changsheng's mouth was still stuffed with unsalted barbecued pork jerky, and he asked vaguely:

"What's our plan? Are we really going to wait for the New Year in Zhaoge City?"

Old God Xie Zhao shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile:

"What else? We don't have anything important to do now. I haven't seen the temple fair and lantern festival in Zhaoge City in the first month of the year for many years. You are here, so you might as well take a look."

Now they still don't know what the "third person" and the "young master" of Prince Yong's Mansion in Western Xinjiang plan to do next, so naturally they should stay quiet and not move.

In this case, it is better to hide in the city.

If your thoughts are too serious and you hurt others and yourself, and it doesn't help, then the gains outweigh the losses.

Ling Orou guessed some of Xie Zhao's plans, thought about it for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

"Xie Zhao is right. We don't know what those people are going to do next. It's better to stay in Zhaoge City to watch the ceremony and wait for General Peng Xiao and Princess An Ning to get married before making plans."

After hearing this, Han Changsheng hesitated and said, "Huh? Is General Peng getting married tomorrow?"

Xie Zhao nodded, "Yes, in terms of days, it's exactly tomorrow."

She felt a little sigh and comfort in her heart.

Now, her youngest sister is finally getting married.

Although Xie Zhao did not return to Zhaoge City often in the past, he had heard about the deeds of his little sister, Princess An Ning.

The concubine's concubine, Princess An Ning, had a humble mother who was never favored by the Holy Spirit, so she did not live a satisfactory life as a child.

But this sister, who was as cautious as a kitten, went to Fengyi Palace to pay her respects every morning and dusk for ten years when Xie Zhao's mother, Queen Xiaochun Xie Wan, was still alive.

——Even in the years when her mother fell out of favor, Princess An Ning Fu Jingshan never lost her manners. She was indeed a simple and kind good child.

Now that Jing Yan has proposed her marriage to Peng Xiao, no matter what plans and arrangements the young emperor has behind his back, at least this marriage will be beneficial to Princess An Ning.

Peng Xiao became famous as a young man. He was born in a famous family, acted steadily and had a reputation as a virtuous man.

Presumably with such a husband, even if Princess An Ning wants to stay away from Zhaoge City in the future and move with her husband to guard the border fortress, she will not suffer any injustice.

and many more!

When Xie Zhao thought of this, his heart moved slightly!

Moving to the frontier?

Yes!

Princess Fu Jingshan of Anning returned to Ning and entered the palace to say goodbye to the emperor three days after her wedding. Logically speaking, she should set off back to Langya Pass with her new consort Peng Xiao!

As for those rebels from the previous generation of King Yong of Fenglan in Western Xinjiang, their previous plan to intercept and kill Peng Xiao failed and even killed a big princess, so I'm afraid they will never give up.

But naturally they don't dare to make trouble in Zhaoge City, but it's hard to guarantee whether they will remain evil and plan to do something bigger in the future, such as

What are you doing when the newly married Princess An Ning and his wife leave Zhaoge City and return to Langya Pass?

Compared to just killing a future prince-in-law who has not yet been ceremonially married, wouldn't it be better to achieve their goal if they could intercept and ambush a real golden man this time?

Xie Zhao's eyes sharpened.

It seems that they may have to stay with Peng Xiao and Princess An Ning for a while.