Chapter 135 Husband and Wife
Mo Jinchuan took it with his hand, his tone intimate and natural, "Madam is the most kind-hearted, how could she dislike it."
He casually took out a piece of silver from his purse, handed it to the vendor, and said, "Please pack up the remaining cakes and send them to Xiankelai."
The vendor immediately grinned from ear to ear and said hurriedly, "Don't worry, sir. I promise to take care of this matter perfectly."
As if thinking of something, he added, "Our Red Sand City is not like other places. It is very peaceful. Madam, please feel free to wear any bright clothes you have."
Afraid they wouldn't believe him, he pointed to the girls gathered at the rouge stall not far away and said, "The girls here are all very beautiful when they go out. Nothing has happened in the past two years."
Song Yanxi caught the key point and asked, "Could it be that the night market has only become popular in the past two years?"
"Ma'am, you've got the point. Most of the people in our city have arrived over the past two years. The original residents died or fled during the war a few years ago. Not even half of them are left. Only three families survived on our street."
Mentioning the sad story, the vendor couldn't help but wipe away his tears. "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me when I tell you this. I was saved from the dead. If it weren't for His Royal Highness Prince Jin, we wouldn't have the good life we have now!"
When he mentioned His Royal Highness Prince Jin, vendors from several nearby stalls gathered around, each with tears in their eyes, talking about their own experiences.
Among them, there were lucky ones whose entire village was massacred in the war, poor women whose entire family was killed and who were almost raped by the Liang army, and widowers whose wives and children were slaughtered and they themselves were disemboweled, but who managed to survive.
This is not about Mo Jinchuan, it is clearly the sound of blood and tears.
For them, those experiences were undoubtedly a catastrophic disaster.
Even though they are luckier than others and are still alive in this world, they have all experienced excruciating pain, as if they had died once.
Hearing the suppressed sobbing coming from the crowd, the vendor quickly wiped away his tears, smiled and said, "Look at my broken mouth, I only say these unhappy things. We are living such a good life now. My relatives in heaven will definitely be relieved if they see it!"
"Yes, we can still stand here and talk now, thanks to His Highness Prince Jin and his subordinates."
"That's not true. Last month, when I was sending my cousin out of town, I saw a few shifty-looking Liang people from afar. I called out 'Your Highness Prince Jin' and they were completely frightened!"
"His Royal Highness Prince Jin has been gone for over two years. I don't know if I, an old man, can live to see him again."
"If anyone can see His Royal Highness Prince Jin, please tell my wife thank you for me!"
Looking at the gratitude and joy on everyone's faces, Song Yanxi had been lingering in her heart. The question that had remained unanswered for many years finally had an answer.
She was still very young at that time. After she ran into her grandmother crying in front of a row of memorial tablets, she pestered her grandfather to dig into the matter and only then did she know that she actually had three uncles.
But before she was born, they died on the battlefield for their country, and even their bodies were never found.
At that time, she didn't know what loyalty meant. She only knew that if her two uncles were still alive, she would have three of the best uncles in the world.
So she cried out of grievance at that time, and while crying, she complained: "Why do we have to go to the cannibalistic battlefield? Wouldn't it be better if my uncles didn't go?"
My grandmother just came in from outside, and her eyes suddenly turned red when she heard this.
But she wiped her tears and said, "This is the Yan family's responsibility. As the sons of the Yan family, they should go."
Song Yanxi still remembers that she couldn't accept this explanation at the time. She cried breathlessly and kept yelling for her two uncles to come back.
In the end, the grandfather and grandson hugged each other and cried bitterly.
From then on, she was allowed to enter the Yan family ancestral hall and finally saw clearly the rows of tablets on the stage, all of which were her blood relatives.
Later, as he grew older, Song Yanxi gradually understood what responsibility was, what family and country were, and what the relationship between the monarch and his subjects was.
I am also always prepared to die if the king wants me to.
But now she understood that the reason why her grandmother only felt distressed and not resentful was not only because of her so-called loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, but also because she wanted to protect the safety of these ordinary people.
There are some things that someone has to do.
After everyone had left, the vendor smiled apologetically at the two of them, "I'm so sorry, sir and madam, did I scare you?"
He scratched his head and said sheepishly, "You two are outsiders, so it's normal that you haven't heard much about His Royal Highness Prince Jin's deeds. In the eyes of the people of Hongsha City, he is a living god."
Even someone as indifferent as Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but look a little unnatural when he was praised so generously.
Song Yanxi saw this and couldn't help asking, "Has anyone in Hongsha City seen King Jin?"
The vendor was shocked and blurted out, "What kind of god-like figure is that? How can we possibly see him?"
He pointed to a spot not far away, his expression inevitably excited. "If you two want to admire the heroic figure of His Majesty Prince Jin, you can go to the Temple of War God. There are not only sculptures but also murals inside!"
Song Yanxi raised her eyebrows slightly, "War God Temple?"
"Yes, it was built with funds raised by the people of our city as a token of gratitude to His Majesty Prince Jin. It's just three turns down this street and you'll find it. It's always bustling during festivals."
The vendor said, "If you two are not in a hurry to leave in the next few days, you must go to the Temple of War to pray for marriage or peace!"
"Puff!" Song Yanxi couldn't help laughing, "Your Highness Prince Jin still cares about these things."
She caught a glimpse of the tip of someone's ear in the wheelchair, which had been dyed at some point, and her smile became even brighter.
The vendor thought she didn't believe him, so he patted his chest and promised, "Go ahead and pray. I guarantee you'll have a big fat boy by next year."
Hearing this, Song Yanxi stopped laughing for a moment.
She pulled the corner of her mouth, and just as the word "thank you" was about to come out of her mouth, she heard Mo Jinchuan say, "Then I and my wife would like to thank you for your good words, big brother."
"Sure, sure!" The vendor waved his hand and turned around to go about his business.
Looking at Mo Jinchuan, who had a gentle smile on his face and looked like a really good husband, Song Yanxi pursed her lips and said nothing.
As if he had guessed what she was thinking, after the two of them were farther away from the stall, Mo Jinchuan lowered his voice and said, "It's just you and me traveling together, so it's more convenient to pretend to be a couple."
Song Yanxi responded and asked, "Sir, is there anything else you want to buy?"
Most of the food and fodder that accompanied the army had been consumed, and the soldiers had also changed into winter clothes, freeing up a lot of empty carts. They bought some things nearby that were just enough to hold the food.
"Return to the Immortal..." Mo Jinchuan was halfway through his words when he suddenly thought of something and changed his words: "Push me to the clothing store."
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