"This is not a quibble, this is the truth. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to a brothel again to see if the expenses there are high enough to sustain a month's stay." Jiang Hai said.
“…” Yuchi Ziling felt a little suffocated. The last time he brought her into the brothel, she was put in danger. This guy just had no good intentions.
Jiang Hai grinned and raised his eyebrows at her, looking teasing. Yuchi Ziling was furious when she saw this and pulled out a gun barrel.
"Gee! Gee!" Jiang Hai fled in panic.
Yuchi Ziling also rode his horse to catch up.
"Brother Wenzhi, why does the young lady seem to be angry and happy at the same time? It's so strange." Cai'er asked Wenzhi while sitting in the front of the car.
Wenzhi was helpless. This girl's emotional intelligence level was really a bit low. He just said to her,
"I'm not sure about that either. Maybe it would be better if you ask your young lady later."
…
The capital city, the residence of the General of the Left Guard.
Before Jiang Hai and his companions set out, Jiang Xiuyuan had already sent a letter to Yuchi Zhong. It was an expedited letter, and by then the letter had already arrived in the capital.
After receiving the letter, Su Hui hurriedly sent someone to call Yuchi Zhong back.
Back at the mansion, Yuchi Zhong's voice arrived before he arrived.
"Is there any news from Southern Xinjiang?"
"Yes, sir, it's a letter from Brother Jiang." Su Hui handed the letter to Yuchi Zhong.
When he opened it and read it, Yuchi Zhong's expression was mixed with joy and sorrow, but overall he was more happy.
"He said that his son-in-law is coming to pay the betrothal gift. Haha, it seems that my daughter has no objection to this marriage." Yuchi Zhong said with a smile.
Su Hui was quite surprised to hear this. According to the current situation, her daughter had only been in southern Xinjiang for a short time, and she was determined to come back.
"I don't know what kind of person this Jiang family kid is. How could Ling'er agree to the marriage so quickly?"
"Hey, it's better than Yang Zhe. It's good if it can succeed. My daughter is not young anymore, it's time for her to get married."
Su Hui nodded; she was also very concerned about her daughter's marriage. Yuchi Ziling was very disdainful of the young masters in the capital, who were all weak and effeminate, only knowing how to write.
Su Hui had been rejected when she wanted to introduce someone to her before. Even Yuchi Ziling would climb over the wall and run away if she didn't want to see her. She was very familiar with climbing over walls.
"That's true. I managed to get married before Yang Zhe, so I can be considered to have escaped a disaster."
"Well, it's not like they're going to kidnap the bride. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing and the emperor wouldn't agree."
…
While the Yuchi couple were chatting about their daughter and son-in-law, on the other side, a mansion near the West Market of the capital was busy.
"The left side is a little higher, yes, that's about it." The steward was directing the servants at the door to hang a plaque on the door of the mansion, with the words "Jiang's House" written on it.
When Jiang Xiuyuan wrote to Yuchi Zhong, he also wrote a letter to the manager of the capital, asking him to arrange a decent house so that Jiang Hai and his group would have a place to stay when they arrived.
"You guys, clean up the front yard, and the others, go clean up the backyard."
The newly purchased house began to move. However, Jiang Hai didn't know that his father was so considerate.
Jiang Hai and Yuchi Ziling were chasing after them on horseback. After a while, they were already quite far away from the group.
Jiang Hai stopped and was stabbed twice by Yuchi Ziling's gun barrel without a gun tip.
"Hey, stop, stop, stop. I won't tease you anymore."
Seeing Jiang Hai begging for mercy, Yuchi Ziling put away her gun. She raised the corners of her mouth, proud and arrogant. It was dusk, and the warm light of the setting sun shone on her face, creating a beautiful effect of light and shadow.
Jiang Hai rode closer and said,
"How about I give you a riddle. If you guess it right, I'll grant you a request. If you don't, you have to grant me a request."
"Okay, but it can't be an excessive request." Yuchi Ziling agreed directly without any hesitation.
"Okay, listen carefully. What is it that you have and I have too, but yours is longer than mine?" Jiang Hai asked.
"Gun?" After a moment's thought, Yuchi Ziling's first reaction was gun.
"No, I only have a fan."
"Is that hair?" Yuchi Ziling asked again.
"No." Jiang Hai continued to shake his head. People in this era all have long hair, and it's really hard to tell whose hair is longer.
After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with an answer. Yuchi Ziling gave up.
"Tell me, what is it?"
"Name." Jiang Hai blinked.
"Oh, really. All right, you win."
After a while, the two turned around and headed back to reunite with the group, but now the white horse was carrying them, with Bai Xue following behind.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, a pair of lovers rode a horse and slowly approached each other.
Cai'er wanted to cough again, and this time Wenzhi directly stuffed a silver note into her hand. This girl just didn't understand romance, and Brother Wenzhi was also very troubled.
…
The carriages and horses continued along the official road, following the planned route. They found an inn in the city to stay overnight, and there were no accidents.
However, along the way, Jiang Hai had seen the people's miserable lives. It was impossible for him to say that he was not touched.
Especially every time he entered the city, where there was singing and dancing, Jiang Hai's mentality changed slightly, and he was not as free and easy as he had thought before.
That day, not far from the capital, they arrived at Taihe City. It was here that Yuchi Ziling had lost her purse last time. In the evening, the group, as usual, dispersed and stayed at several inns.
Jiang Hai and his friends sat around the table. At the next table, a few people dressed like wealthy young men were enjoying their meals and drinks while chatting animatedly.
They talked about poetry and songs, and talked about a lot, which seemed to indicate that they were pointing fingers at the country. What they wrote was nothing more than some poems that lingered on fireworks, or some poems that praised the achievements of the emperor and flattered the court.
Can't these people see what's happening outside the city? They're obviously turning a blind eye and feeling superior.
As if he was afraid that others couldn't hear him, he read very loudly and glanced over at Yuchi Ziling and his servant from time to time.
Jiang Hai ate by himself with disdain, too lazy to pay attention to these idiots. He felt it was very noisy and even encountered a group of peacocks with their tails spread out while eating.
From time to time, a man came over with a bottle of wine and said he wanted to invite the two women to drink together and discuss poetry.
Wenzhi looked at Jiang Hai's expression and knew that if the young master gave the order, he would beat him up.
Jiang Hai was indeed a little annoyed, but he was tired from traveling and didn't want to get entangled with these guys any more, so he refused directly.
"My wife is busy, get lost."
Jiang Hai's attitude was not very good either. Yuchi Ziling saw that he was in a bad mood, so she reached out and shook his hand to make her attitude clear so that the man would give up.
The man didn't give up and continued to speak.
"My lady, your husband looks like a scholar. How about you ask him to write a poem? If he can surpass ours, we will not bother you any more."
Yuchi Ziling looked at Jiang Hai without comment. She had never seen Jiang Hai write poetry before, so she decided to just send this scoundrel away.
Thinking of this, Yuchi Ziling pulled out a gun barrel without any hesitation, pointed it at the man and wanted to yell at him to get out, but the eldest lady has never been so good-tempered.
However, Jiang Hai was unexpectedly calm this time. He reached out and grasped Yuchi Ziling's spear, then stood up and uttered a poem "Song of Pity for the Peasants".
“Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world, yet farmers still starve to death."
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