One City Spring Lane

Chapter 1 New City Lord
In the spring of the ninth year of Jiaxi, a major event happened in Mo City on the border of Yu Kingdom, and the lord of the city, Jimo Yan, suddenly returned west with a crane.

The news was sent to the capital quickly, and Emperor Jiaxi was heartbroken in front of all the officials, but when he returned to the harem, he was all smiles and even ate two extra bowls of rice.

I can't blame him for taking pleasure in other people's misfortune, it is really too long to wait for this day.

Since the founding of Yu Kingdom, there will be two generations.When the first emperor Taizu overthrew the tyranny of the previous dynasty, there was a brave general beside him who made great contributions. This person was Jimoyan.

But the emperors all had a common problem. When fighting wars, they emphasized martial arts over literature, and when governing the country, they emphasized literature over military affairs.Jimoyan didn't get any benefits after the world was settled, so he learned to return to Han Xin, took credit for it, occupied Haran City, the east and west fortress, and didn't want to return to the capital.

It would be easier for someone else to say it, but it was Jimoyan.The hero of the founding of the country, armed with heavy soldiers, Taizu was so angry that he vomited blood and could only swallow it.Not to mention that all the countries in the Western Regions have coveted the city of Harlan for a long time. At that time, the world was initially settled, and they urgently needed to recuperate. How could they fight among themselves?

After thinking about it again and again, Taizu gritted his teeth, and simply awarded Haran City to Jimoyan as a fief, and selected the clan's female family to confer the princess as his wife.In this way, the emperor appointed him to garrison Haran City, eliminating many hidden dangers.

Fortunately, Jimoyan accepted it when he saw a good deal, and he didn't make trouble anymore. He handed over part of the military power, and wrote a memorial to express his loyalty.

In this way, Haran City had Jimoyan, the first city lord, and because of his surname, this place was renamed Mocheng.

So to put it bluntly, the origin of Mocheng is not as glamorous as recorded in the history books, it is nothing more than forced by the situation.

Decades passed, Taizu was planning to take back Mo City all the time, trying every means to reduce Jimo Yan's military power.Jimoyan secretly recruited troops and trained hard, but he was still the overlord.

Needless to say, Taizu was depressed in his heart, and almost every day he made plans for the increasingly abundant treasury.Fortunately, Jimoyan never had a queen after his marriage, and he never promised that the position of city lord would be inherited from generation to generation, so he finally managed to take advantage of the loophole.

It's a pity that his life will not last forever, he can't wait to take advantage of this loophole, so he can only leave it to his son.

Now that Mocheng has lost its backbone, it is easy to take over, and the regrets of his parents can finally be fulfilled in his own hands. Why is Emperor Jiaxi not in a good mood?
The young emperor stood in the imperial study with his hands behind his back, grinning stupidly at the map of mountains and rivers in Wanli, until Babaili urgently sent the memorial to Mocheng, and the extra meal he ate earlier choked him again.

Before his death, Jimoyan left a will. Mocheng is located in the border area, and it is a traffic fortress and an important place for the country.To be on the safe side, you can rest assured that you have to personally choose someone to succeed you as the city lord.

This candidate is his adopted daughter.

Emperor Jiaxi thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes and confirmed again and again, yes, she was an adopted daughter.

what is this?The old thief in Jimo passed on the position of city lord without the court's own opinion, and forced his adopted daughter to take the position without a son.Are you kidding me? !
The excerpts claim that Taizu never stated that fathers should not be inherited by daughters, and even counted dozens of women in the Henan Dynasty who did not give in to men.

Hey, let them take advantage of that loophole first.The person who wrote the notebook is also a talent, stand up, and I promise not to kill you!

Emperor Jiaxi smashed the paper with one hand, then swept the sapphire pen holder and the gold-encrusted end inkstone on the table, wishing he could send troops immediately.

The maids and eunuchs in the imperial study all thought that they had provoked the emperor's wrath by not serving them well, so they knelt on the ground, trembling...

The emperor's mood was good and bad, and he really complied with the phrase "the king's heart is unpredictable".

Officials in the DPRK and China thought it was because he had lost his humerus. The minister felt sad, and few knew the inside story.On the contrary, he carefully noticed that Taichang Shaoqing, who had resigned from office before, suddenly returned to the capital.

It was still noon, but the doors and windows of the imperial study room were closed and the light was dim.

Sitting behind the desk, Emperor Jiaxi watched Taichang Shaoqing finish bowing to him, and said slowly, "Wu Bai, your uncle is dead."

Taichang Shaoqing Jimo Wubai is the grand-nephew of Jimo Yan's direct relative. He had already heard the news on his way back to the capital, and he was not surprised. His Majesty's mind?"

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when he mentioned Emperor Jiaxi, he became angry: "Don't mention it, it was originally what I wanted, but who would have thought that he would have an adopted daughter, and the position of city lord will be handed over to that adopted daughter whose origin is unknown! "

This surprised Jimo Wubai.It has been four or five years since he left Chang'an, and he has been avoiding his hometown of Runzhou, which means he doesn't care about world affairs.What's more, Jimo Yan wasn't close to his family at all, he had never met this uncle in all his life, he had no feelings for him, and he didn't know anything about each other's situation, and of course he didn't know about the existence of his adopted daughter.

"I thought His Majesty called me home because I was too happy, but it turned out that there was trouble." He was slender, well-dressed, and he was a bit of a leisurely man, and the tone of his words made him feel a little Playing around.

Apparently Emperor Jiaxi was used to his appearance, sighed, got up and walked to him: "Wubai, you grew up with me since you were a child, and you are like brothers and sisters. Now this trouble, you still need your help."

Jimo Wubai took two steps back, with a terrified expression: "Your Majesty, Caomin has already resigned."

Emperor Jiaxi said with a stern face: "What resignation! I will immediately reinstate you as an official!"

"No, no, the grass people have decided to go."

"Bastard!"

Seeing that the emperor was angry, Jimo Wubai could only bow his head helplessly: "Yes, I will follow His Majesty's orders."

Emperor Jiaxi's face looked better now: "Okay, get ready, go to Mo City for the funeral as soon as possible, and take back the city lord of Mo City for me by the way."

Jimo Wubai had already guessed what he meant, and said with a smile: "It's just a woman, she may not have Jimo Yan's ambitions, Your Majesty doesn't need to be like this."

"You can't say that. Regardless of whether she has ambitions or not, a fortress like Mocheng cannot be freed from the court's control for a long time. If the countries in the Western Regions can take advantage of it, wouldn't the Central Plains be in danger?"

Jimo Wubai curled his lips: "Then why not marry her generously and give her a noble concubine, killing two birds with one stone, why bother?"

Emperor Jiaxi remembered that the spies had reported that the adopted daughter was ugly, and she was as ugly as she was without salt, so he immediately became serious: "A king has the world in his heart, how can he be greedy for women?!"

"But it's a little wicked for my father to pry her seat right after the girl's death."

"That's why I was looking for you."

"..."

Emperor Jiaxi patted him on the shoulder, "You are willing to share my worries this time, because you are a close friend; taking back Mocheng is out of loyalty, and you are a hero of the country." Jimo Wubai wanted to say something, but he stopped him : "That's it!"

With the edict, even the best friendship has to be sidelined, Jimo Wubai can only kowtow and kowtow: "Yes, the grassroots... the humble minister leads the decree."

This conversation was very secretive before and after, and what Jimo Wubai received was a secret edict.But there is no impenetrable wall in the world, and there are many people in the court. The city lord of Mo City kicked his legs, and Tai Chang Shaoqing returned to the capital. Many people have guessed the reason.

On the second day, Shaoqing's Mansion, which had been silent for several years, was suddenly crowded with visitors, and nine out of ten were matchmakers.

Jimo Wubai couldn't bear this battle, so he pretended to be sick and hid in his room, and his personal attendant Du Quan took care of everything.

In the evening, Du Quan, who had been busy all day, happily held a pile of scrolls and put them in front of him: "My lord, you are right to come back this time! It turns out that the dignitaries in Chang'an still remember you. Here are eighteen matchmakers, all of whom want to marry their daughters to you."

Jimo Wubai rolled his eyes, he didn't want to marry him, he clearly wanted to marry Mocheng.

"Hurry up, son, hurry up and find out if there is a match for your eyes." Du Quan is the son of Jimo Wubai's nurse, probably influenced by his mother, he has always cared about his son's marriage.

Jimo Wubai didn't look at those picture scrolls, took the book and sat with his back: "No need, uncle just passed away, it's inappropriate to talk about marriage."

Du Quan was right when he thought about it, although Jimo Yan looked like an outsider to the Jimo family, but after all, he still had blood ties, so he couldn't be blamed.I just thought about it, but I was really embarrassed: "Those are all dignified and dignified people. If you don't reply, how do you ask me to reply?"

Jimo Wubai turned his head and said: "Then you say that I can't make the decision, my lord, and the elders have the final say on the marriage."

"...Which elder?" Du Quan really couldn't think of any elder who could control him alive.

"The new city lord of Mocheng, according to her seniority, I have to call her aunt."

Although the Jimo clan is not as prosperous as the family of officials and ministers who have passed on for hundreds of years, and there are many officials in the clan, but Mocheng did not report the death of any of them. In this way, Jimo Wubai did not go to Mocheng at all. reason.

Emperor Jiaxi suppressed Mocheng's memorial requesting the succession of the city lord, claiming that the hereditary succession of the city lord was related to blood, and the court and China had different reactions, and further discussions were needed.Then he hand-picked candidates among the Jimo people and went to Mocheng in the name of expressing condolences for the imperial court. The leader was naturally Taichang Shaoqing Jimo Wubai.

Before leaving, he instructed that this matter would take at most three months and should not be delayed for long.

Poor Lord Shaoqing walked from south to north to Chang'an for only a day or two, and then hurriedly embarked on the long journey to the west.

Chang'an in April is still verdant and verdant, but it becomes sparser as you go west.After staying in Anhua, Zhulong, Ningshuo, and Yumen, which are the important towns under the jurisdiction of the Anxi Protectorate, all that can be seen in the eyes is the sky full of yellow sand.

Even the official road is not easy to walk, and the weather is changing at this time, and the group walks very slowly.A distant relative in the family said to Jimo Wubai: "This trip will take at least half a month to arrive, and the old city owner may have already been buried by then."

Jimo Wubai had no choice but to order to speed up, while sending people to Mocheng to deliver the letter.

For several days in a row, Mo City neither sent news nor sent anyone to greet him.The Jimo people complained more or less.Even though Jimoyan was estranged from his family before his death, now after his death everyone travels thousands of miles to attend his funeral, don't the officials in the city even understand this bit of etiquette?

Jimo Wubai was not in a hurry, he leaned in the car, raised the curtain with the handle of his fan, and looked out.

It was late in the evening, the sky was overwhelmed by dark clouds, and there were stretches of high mountains below.The mountains are steep, and some even stand straight like bamboo shoots, but the tops of the mountains have long been rounded by wind and sand.The mountain is yellow-brown, and the texture of the rocks is special, just like the wrinkles on the face of an old man, spreading horizontally, winding one after another.

Jimo Wubai is well-known in the capital for his extensive knowledge of blogs, and he has seen countless descriptions of the area around Mocheng in books, but he was still deeply shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

Du Quan whispered beside him: "Why did the city lord of Mocheng choose such a poor place?"

Jimo Wubai turned his fan and knocked on his forehead: "Poor place? Not even Anxi Dufu can't control it. The surroundings seem to be flat, but in fact they are surrounded by mountains, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack. , There is nothing you can do about it, this is the place where smart people should choose."

Du Quan dodged with a murmur, turned his head just in time to see the dust flying in the distance, and quickly motioned Jimo Wubai to look.

Everything in other directions was as usual, except that the sky directly in front of them was as black as ink, and the strong wind swept the sand and rocks and roared towards the few people, like a giant net with nowhere to escape.

"Master, be careful!" Du Quan yelled and got back into the car, pulling the curtain tightly.The wind and sand followed closely, slapping the carriage fiercely, the body shook violently a few times, and almost fell over.

The strange thing is that this gust of wind came and went quickly, and it stopped in a moment.

Jimo Wubai lifted the curtain to look, and the dark clouds in the sky have faded a lot.The attendants were so frightened that they got under the horse's belly, and some horses were frightened and galloped out, neighing all the way.All the clansmen huddled in the chariots and horses, not daring to show their faces, they were really turned on their backs.If it weren't for the mess around him, he would have wondered if the weather just now was his hallucination.

Du Quan was probably frightened, and his voice was full of tears: "I was wrong, this is not a broken place, this is simply a ghost place!"

Jimo Wubai glanced at him and got out of the car to see what happened to those relatives. Fortunately, there were no casualties, but only a few horses and some property were lost.

While busy cleaning up, there was another rumbling sound in the distance.Du Quan just dragged his frightened little body out of the car, and when he heard the sound, he howled dryly, thinking that the gust of wind had returned, but after a closer look, he found that it was a group of people and horses, no wonder there was such a rush. big noise.

"Go and see who it is."

Jimo Wubai gave an order, Du Quan hurriedly wiped his eyes and trotted over, and soon ran back, with a happy face: "Young master, you are from Mocheng."

During the conversation, the team of people had already arrived in front of them, all of them were covered with face scarves. If they were not wearing official uniforms, they would have been mistaken for horse thieves.

The leader was a tall officer with a saber. After dismounting, he first helped the man on a horse in the middle of the team down, and then he turned his head and cupped his hands at the crowd: "We are at Xiamo City, Lieutenant Ge Ben. Gein, due to the recent wind and sandstorms, The delivery of the letter was delayed, and the news was only delivered to Mo City this morning. Knowing that the relatives of the old city lord came from afar, we did not dare to neglect, and set off immediately. Please forgive me."

Jimo Wubai got out of the carriage a long time ago and watched calmly.

The one who was helped down by Ge Ben earlier was a slim woman, dressed in plain clothes, with a black cloak over her face and a veil on her face, only her eyes were exposed.Behind the dark clouds and yellow sand, she stood delicately. The cattail grass in the water town was moved to this desert wasteland.

Du Quan endured no more bitterness, and introduced his son and relatives to Ge Ben solemnly.The woman heard the words, walked over the guards, stood still in front of Jimo Wubai, and asked softly: "But nephew Wubai? I am Shi Yu."

Jimo Wubai knew very little about the new city lord, only one name.

She actually came in person.

The emperor wanted to make a fuss about the blood relationship, but he didn't want to recognize her, but she was good, and she was called a nephew when she came up.Do you really think I'm your aunt?
Jimo Wubai just thought about it for a while, stepped forward to return the salute, deliberately and clearly said: "Miss, you are polite, uncle is Wubai's dearest person in this world, once he leaves, how can I not come? "

The bloodline flag was raised, and Shi Yuyin's eyes under the hood just bent lightly: "My nephew has a heart, although I have never heard my father mention you as a grandnephew before, but you can come here Once there, the old man’s spirit in heaven must be deeply relieved.”

The corner of Jimo Wubai's mouth twitched violently.Shi Yu has already left him to greet other relatives one by one, it looks like a family.

But the relatives all saw clearly just now, and already sensed the aura of the two fighting secretly.

After greeting each other, Shi Yu made an invitation sideways, inviting everyone to go with him, and he got on the horse first, acting like a master.

Jimo Wubai watched her go a long distance before getting into the car, smacked his lips and shook his head: So it's not a soft persimmon.

Fortunately, the weather was no longer abnormal, but the journey took a lot of time, and it was already night when we entered the gate of Mo City.

There were already people waiting at the gate of the city with lanterns hanging up, but it wasn't just the guards, it was only when they got closer that they were led by officials.

During the period of mourning, officials all wore plain onyx.Jimo Wubai thought that they were here to greet him, but after meeting him, these people just went up to greet Mr. Shaoqing perfunctorily, and then greeted Shi Yu one after another.

His Majesty did not officially allow Shi Yu to be the successor of the city lord, but they have the ability to get a replacement city lord. Shi Yu is being surrounded by them as the replacement city lord at this time, and the scene is quite infuriating.

Jimo Wubai looked at Shi Yu with a bit of resentment in his eyes, you are simply a local emperor!
Seemingly feeling something, Shi Yu turned her head and looked at him, the corners of her eyes were still crooked, as if she was about to come up and call "good nephew" affectionately.

There was a curfew in the city, and there was no sound. The night wind was cold, and the sound of horseshoes and ruts on the stone road was especially ear-piercing.

The city lord's mansion is located in the north corner of Mocheng. The terrain is relatively high, and it looks like overlooking half of the city.Even so, it didn't take much effort to get to the mansion, the road was not difficult, and the horses and chariots walked like walking on flat ground, which shows that the construction here was done with care.

Soon the carriages and horses stopped, and Jimo Wubai got out of the carriage. When he looked up, he saw attendants holding lamps to illuminate the road. His eyes moved slightly. He walked to the door and looked in. There were two rows of attendants, and the lights stretched away. There is no end in sight.

"Nephew, this way please." Shi Yu personally led the way.

Jimo Wubai followed her in, and couldn't help admiring, it was indeed the Emperor of Earth, and this place was no less inferior to the Emperor's Palace.

Although it is already midnight, when guests come to visit, it is still time to prepare a banquet.It's just that it's still during the funeral, and there's no wine or meat, and it's quite light.

The guests cleaned their hands, accompanied by officials from Mo City, please go to the hall to sit.

Shi Yushao stayed with him for a while, and when he reappeared, he had changed his appearance. He was still dressed in plain clothes, but his cloak and veil had been removed.From the moment she walked in until she sat down after taking the table, the eyes of everyone present never left her.

During the mourning period, the face is not powdered and the clothes are not colorful.The people who came in were dressed in plain white clothes, their hair was tied up with ribbons, their bodies were graceful, and their steps were graceful.

Almost all the Jimo people thought that a woman who grew up in the borderlands and could succeed the city lord must be as heroic as a man, but seeing the real face at this moment has already overturned all previous assumptions.

Shi Yu is undoubtedly a beauty, and she is also a beauty with a variety of styles, especially those eyes, which may be of Hu people's blood, with a slightly deep outline and slightly raised corners of the eyes.

Jimo Wubai's gaze lingered on her for several times, and he clicked his tongue in his heart: Your Majesty is out of luck!

Just thinking about whether to send a portrait to the capital to stimulate Emperor Jiaxi, Shi Yu said: "Thank you, you have come from a long way, but this trip will take a long time, and the funeral cannot be delayed, so please bear with me, father He was buried three days ago."

The expressions of the people in the tribe were different. Some felt that she was presumptuous and disregarded the Jimo people, and their eyes were a little disdainful; But they all turned their heads to look at Jimo Wubai, but he followed suit.

It doesn't matter to Jimo Wubai, anyway, the purpose of coming here is not to go to the funeral, but to put on a show, so he sighed and said: "I don't want to hurry, it's still too late to see my uncle off."

Shi Yu immediately comforted him: "Nephew, don't worry, take a good rest tonight, and tomorrow morning I will personally take everyone to the mausoleum to worship."

Having been taken advantage of all the way, Jimo Wubai was a little angry, he took a sip of tea to calm down his anger, and forced a smile: "Ms. Shi looks a few years younger than Wubai, and every mouthful of a 'virtuous nephew' doesn't seem to be It's so appropriate."

Most of the people in the clan gloated after hearing the news. Although Shi Yu is a beauty, no matter how beautiful she is, she is not from the Jimo family.In their hearts, even if they are not close to Jimo Yan, Mo City still belongs to Jimo's family after all, outsiders are outsiders after all.This is the concept of aristocratic clans that has long been respected by the Central Plains.

However, Shi Yu was not as embarrassing as expected, and nodded as if he had an epiphany: "That's right, it's too much to be called 'Nephew' all the time, since you and I are a family, I'd better just call you innocent. "

"..."

Jimo Wubai used to be laughed at and scolded by Emperor Jiaxi for being thick-skinned. Today, when he saw this person in front of him, he realized that there are people beyond people, and mountains beyond mountains.

She is indeed not a soft persimmon, but a smiling tiger.

The wind and sand that had been raging for several days came to an abrupt end at dawn.After dawn, the weather suddenly improved, the gloom dissipated, and the sun appeared.

Shi Yu got up very early, and her personal maid, Su Yuan, came in to take care of her. The first thing she said was, "How is my eldest nephew sleeping?"

Suyuan wanted to laugh a little, but remembering that she was still in mourning, she quickly straightened her face: "I heard it was earlier than the city lord." Although Shi Yu was the acting city lord, she always called the city lord directly to save trouble. Shi Yu didn't correct it either.

"It's really worthy of being the emperor's best friend and confidant after working so hard." Shi Yu always spoke softly, and even the sarcasm in his tone faded away.

Su Yuan naturally didn't realize it, and followed her words and boasted: "Isn't it, he became a high-ranking official at a young age, and he is so handsome, all the maids in the house have been peeking at him all morning. "

Shi Yu smiled noncommittally.

Su Yuan helped her sit down in front of the dressing table, and took a comb to comb her hair, but Shi Yu pushed her away.

"Let's not be busy with this, you think of a way, and you will go to worship at your father's grave later. I have already shed tears these days, but it is impossible not to cry in front of your relatives."

"This..." Suyuan thought about it seriously, and suddenly ran out of the room in a hurry, returned after a while, and mysteriously took out a small cloth bag from her sleeve and stuffed it for her: "If the city lord can't cry, just use it quietly." This smokes your eyes."

Shi Yu opened the cloth bag, her expression froze.

It was a packet of chopped peppers...

Jimo Wubai did get up very early, he had come from a long way, he was not used to it, although he was tired, he didn't sleep well the first night, so he simply got up early.It was still early after breakfast, so he walked around again.

Because of the high terrain, unexpected sights can be seen in the City Lord's Mansion.There are mountains in the distance, and the city is prosperous nearby. The gorgeous city lord's mansion is like a solemn and decent master, watching his masterpiece condescendingly.

This oasis in the yellow sand of the desert is like an emerald on a long yellow carpet, covering the whole field with light.From the most prosperous main city to the surrounding subsidiary towns, it is said that it is a city, but it occupies an area larger than several states in the Central Plains.

Last night was just a glimpse.

I don't know if it's because Shi Yu is now the acting city lord, there are very few men in the entire city lord's mansion, and the people who come and go are young maids, most of them are Han Chinese, and many are from the Western Regions.

In this kind of frontier place, Mr. Shaoqing, who has the charm of the Central Plains, is already eye-catching, not to mention that he is natural and unrestrained, with a friendly face, even though he is completely plain, he still attracts people's attention frequently.

Most importantly, he still looks a bit like the late old city lord.

However, Mr. Shaoqing was too measured in front of outsiders, put on a high-cold air, kept his eyes fixed, and ignored everyone.

After walking around coldly for a couple of times, Du Quan trotted over and told him that everything was ready at Shi Yu's side, and he could leave to pay homage to the old city lord.

Jimoyan's cemetery is on a high mountain in Mocheng, and it takes about half of Mocheng to go by carriage.

Shi Yu is still dressed in plain clothes, covered with a veil.There is a lot of wind and sand here, and most of the women travel in such attire.

She walked to the side of the car, suddenly turned her head and said: "I heard from the maid that Wu Bai wandered around the mansion early this morning. He must have been curious about Mocheng. You and I may as well ride together so that I can tell you about the customs along the way. Favor."

Jimo Wubai was slightly surprised, although the two were aunts and nephews, they had no blood relationship, and they were both young men and women. This move was a bit inappropriate, and the expressions of the Jimo people also changed.

But Shi Yu was obviously serious, looking at other officials and attendants of Mocheng, it seemed that he didn't take it seriously at all.

Only then did Jimo Wubai understand why she was able to take over Mocheng, and only in this land, women can have such an opportunity.

"That's fine, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful for nothing."

Mexico City is one of the most important towns for east-west trade, gathering businessmen from all over the world.When the guards cleared the road and led the chariots and horses of the City Lord's Mansion, they attracted various spectators.

Shi Yu ordered Suyuan to open the curtain so that Jimo Wubai could see the scene outside.

The terrain of this oasis from north to south and from high to low is extremely difficult to plan, but the city is very strictly divided, with residents in the south, commercial markets in the east and west, and officials in the north.

Because of the lack of wood, most of the houses in the city are built of bricks and stones. Because of the lack of rain, the roofs are not inclined.Even so, marks of the Central Plains can still be seen everywhere.

Some shops will put a small stone lion in front of them; some will put a willow branch in front of the door, which is actually bright green. I don’t know which business traveler brought it from the Central Plains and took root here.

The shops are row upon row, the people are constantly flowing, and the stone-paved street can accommodate two four-horse carriages driving side by side. Except for the different style, the specifications are comparable to the capital Chang'an.

Jimo Wubai has been observing the city from last night until now, only at this moment is the most impressive.The splendor of this land was created by Jimo Yan. He devoted his whole life and was unwilling to hand it over to the imperial court, but he was willing to hand it over to Shi Yu. There must be a reason, and this reason is the key to his acquisition of Mo City.He glanced to the side, might as well meet Shi Yu's eyes, and both of them smiled back, but there were many thoughts in his heart.

Go straight to the direction of the North City Gate, drive along the street for two sticks of incense, turn a fork, and the car embarks on the road to the mountain.

Seeing the magnificent scenery here and the majestic mountains, Jimo Wubai turned his head to Shi Yu and said, "This place seems to be a treasured land of geomantic omen, uncle must have spent a lot of manpower and financial resources in choosing this place to build his tomb."

Shi Yu shook his head: "When my father was alive, many officials advised him to consider the aftermath and overhaul the mausoleum, but he refused. This place was chosen a long time ago, but the mausoleum was built hastily after his death For a moment, it can be said that it is not even comparable to many big families."

"Oh, is it?"

There was something wrong with Jimo Wubai's tone, Shi Yu turned her head and saw a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Wu Bai really never met my late father?"

"No." Jimo Wubai was categorical, so Shi Yu had no choice but to stop asking, but she clearly felt that he seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with the old city lord.

Not long after reaching the top of the mountain, the tomb is in the middle of the mountain. There is a pavilion built on the top of the mountain, but it is a dome, which has the style of the Western Regions.There is only one stele in the pavilion, which is dedicated to Jimo Yan's great achievements in his life.

The guards guarded the four directions, Mocheng officials knelt on the ground, Jimo Wubai put on filial piety, held the emperor's condolence edict, held wine to pay homage, and led the clansmen to kneel and kowtow, and burst into tears all at once.

Shi Yu hadn't shed tears since Jimoyan kicked her legs, and her eyes were only swollen after the old man was buried in the ground for peace, so it was a helpless move to bring pepper today.

Jimo Wubai was crying next to her, his eyes were red and the tears flowed down, it made people feel sad just by looking at them.Shi Yu was in admiration. He and Jimo Yansu had never met before, and they looked a bit out of place. He could cry so emotionally when he turned his head. This eldest nephew is really not an ordinary person.

How can it be left behind?She quietly took out the cloth bag from her sleeves, and leaned in front of her eyes while raising her sleeves.

"Father, look, all relatives have come to visit your old man..."

"Uncle..."

The aunt and nephew cried bitterly, one sadder than the other, the scene was so touching.

It is expected that Shi Yusheng is delicate and tender, and emotional when he cries.But Jimo Wubai is a dignified man, who occupies a high position, abandons the elegant demeanor of a gentleman, tears flow for a long time, and his description is haggard and embarrassing, which makes people look at him with admiration.In addition, his appearance was somewhat similar to that of Jimo Yan, and several of Jimo Yan's confidants couldn't help but feel moved when they saw this.

After all, they are a family with blood as thick as water!
When I went back, it was still the two "aunts and nephews" who were in the same car.

Shi Yu got into the car first, and Jimo Wubai was supported by several officials to greet him because he was too sad, and then Du Quan helped him into the car.

He had a fair and beautiful face, but his eyes were so red and swollen that even Shi Yu had to wipe his teary eyes to comfort him: "No white, take care, my father in heaven doesn't want to see you so sad, Sorry."

Jimo Wubai kept nodding, his expression had indeed returned to calm, but there were still tears in his eyes.

Shi Yu secretly thought, for today, he must have put in a lot of hard work.

Just as he was thinking, there was a dull sound of falling objects in the car.She looked down, and it turned out that Du Quan was busy helping Jimo Wubai board the car, and accidentally left a short bamboo tube in his sleeve.

I don't know what was in the bamboo tube, probably because the plug was loose, and it opened as soon as it fell, and a strong smell permeated the compartment in an instant.

Shi Yu pressed the facecloth tightly and took a closer look. What was spilled was pungent and pungent, and it was almost crushed pepper.

She raised her eyes with an indescribably delicate expression: "This is..."

Du Quan glanced at Jimo Wubai in panic, stuttering, not knowing how to explain.

Jimo Wubai blinked his red eyes: "Miss Shi, I don't know something. Wubai has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time. He likes to eat pepper to dispel dampness. Over time, he has developed a habit. Now he has to bring some to taste wherever he goes. This is for Du Quan. For the sake of it, I brought some with me.”

"Not only brought it, but also crushed it, Du Quan is really considerate." Shi Yu praised, and stuffed the bag of pepper in his sleeve.

At this evening's dinner, because of Jimo Wubai's performance in the daytime, the attitude of the officials in Mocheng changed a lot, and many people began to chat with him, the young gentleman.Even Huo Qing, Jimoyan's most loyal old subordinate, became kinder to him.

Jimo Wubai was quite pleasantly surprised, it was worth it if his eyes were red and swollen from the pepper.

After a while, the weak tea was removed, and the maids brought delicious food.

Jimo Wubai looked down, his expression froze.

A plate of unknown dishes, with no visible color, is thick black powder that almost fills the whole plate. It is so spicy and pungent that one smells it.

He quietly turned his head to look at Shi Yu above, she was looking at this side with a smile, still talking in a soft voice, making people feel like a spring breeze.

"This is the black pepper that the family bought from a Tianzhu merchant some time ago. It is said to be hotter than any other kind of pepper. Today I heard that Wubai likes to eat pepper. I specially ordered someone to make this dish. You should taste it carefully." ah."

"..."

Jimo Wubai stared at the plate silently for a while, stretched out his hand and twisted his thigh, his face was full of sadness: "Thank you, miss, I just thought of my uncle... Sigh, Wubai really doesn't have much appetite, everyone take it easy, sorry I will take my farewell first."

He stood up sullenly, and when he walked out of the hall, his back was bleak, which was not very embarrassing, but when he passed by Du Quan, he glanced at him coldly.

Du Quan's body was dripping with cold sweat: My son, I was wrong, I must put away my things in the future, and they will never fall out again!

(End of this chapter)