Back at the inn.
The city lord's mansion immediately sent people to deliver He Yue's indenture and other documents, and also prepared a list of gods' identities. The list was blank, so Xiao Ling could fill it in however he wanted.
Xiao Ling was an imperial minister, a person of high rank. He bestowed some gifts upon Huo Jiaying, who was overjoyed. Befriending this Pingnan imperial minister might not necessarily bring great benefits, but the current imperial bloodline was thin, and there were only a few true members of the imperial family. It would be good to befriend even one. Moreover, this Pingnan imperial minister had a great reputation and good character. Seeing that he was willing to travel thousands of miles to rescue a slave, she knew that he was a person who kept his promises.
Huo Jiaying invited Xiao Ling to stay at the City Lord's Mansion, but Xiao Ling declined. Instead, he immediately bought a quiet courtyard in Chunfeng City and settled down there.
He has a habit of staying in a place for a month or two after arriving, getting familiar with the people and their customs, before deciding whether to leave or stay longer.
Yongzhou was selected as a suitable place to live in this way.
Yongzhou is a scenic city with four distinct seasons, abundant produce, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and a comfortable climate. He even fell ill less often while in Yongzhou.
The courtyard in Chunfeng City was built in imitation of the courtyard of the Yu Kingdom. There were pine and bamboo planted, and a small plot of land where crops could be grown. Now it was still cold in spring, but after a while, when it got warmer, it would be possible to grow crops.
Xiao Ling looked at the empty space, feeling somewhat distressed.
He loved farming. Even in the royal palace of the Wushui Kingdom, he pulled up those delicate flowers and planted cucumbers, cabbages, tomatoes, corn, and wheat. The golden waves of wheat rolling in the palace were a beautiful sight.
He regarded these things as ways to cultivate his character, and it was these simple things that sustained him through that dark period.
Sometimes Jiang Xinwei's face would appear in those ups and downs of life, but it would quickly fade away. Jiang Xinwei occupied a large part of his life, but as long as he lived, she would eventually become a very small part of it.
Time will compress everything that is important.
Xiao Ling gave the blank identity register to He Yue, letting her fill it in whatever she wanted.
He Yue held the things with mixed feelings. She already knew that Xiao Ling was the Pingnan Emperor. Whenever a Wushui person came to Yu Kingdom, there were two people he hated the most: one was General Guo Feng, and the other was the Pingnan Emperor.
General Guo Feng led his army to destroy the Wushui Kingdom, and they naturally hated him.
However, Emperor Pingnan had once served as the Phoenix King of the Wushui Kingdom, and later presented the map of the Wushui Kingdom to the Emperor of the Yu Kingdom, which made Guo Feng's military campaigns seem divinely aided.
Maps are just as important in war as advance leaks of military operations.
He Yue held the identity list in her room, gritting her teeth. She wanted to throw the list in Xiao Ling's face and shout at him that she would kill him one day to avenge herself.
But reason stopped her. She calmed herself down, spread out the name card, filled the pen with ink, and carefully wrote her name on it.
After finishing writing, he handed it to the servant, who immediately gave one copy to Huo Jiaying of the City Lord's Mansion for safekeeping.
From then on, she was a respectable person with an innocent background, and could enjoy the same treatment as the people of Yu.
The servant told Xiao Ling everything about He Yue's reaction.
Xiao Ling chuckled and then set it aside.
The servant curled his lip in dissatisfaction. "These filthy people are wolves in sheep's clothing. Young master came all this way to save her, but not only is she ungrateful, she even looks like she wants to eat people. I think leaving her here will only make her a menace sooner or later. Why don't we go back to Yongzhou together as soon as possible, leaving her here would be a way of repaying our debt of gratitude? What do you think, young master?"
Xiao Ling looked up from his book, gazing thoughtfully at the empty vegetable patch. He had made up his mind.
Back at the inn.
The city lord's mansion immediately sent people to deliver He Yue's indenture and other documents, and also prepared a list of gods' identities. The list was blank, so Xiao Ling could fill it in however he wanted.
Xiao Ling was an imperial minister, a person of high rank. He bestowed some gifts upon Huo Jiaying, who was overjoyed. Befriending this Pingnan imperial minister might not necessarily bring great benefits, but the current imperial bloodline was thin, and there were only a few true members of the imperial family. It would be good to befriend even one. Moreover, this Pingnan imperial minister had a great reputation and good character. Seeing that he was willing to travel thousands of miles to rescue a slave, she knew that he was a person who kept his promises.
Huo Jiaying invited Xiao Ling to stay at the City Lord's Mansion, but Xiao Ling declined. Instead, he immediately bought a quiet courtyard in Chunfeng City and settled down there.
He has a habit of staying in a place for a month or two after arriving, getting familiar with the people and their customs, before deciding whether to leave or stay longer.
Yongzhou was selected as a suitable place to live in this way.
Yongzhou is a scenic city with four distinct seasons, abundant produce, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and a comfortable climate. He even fell ill less often while in Yongzhou.
The courtyard in Chunfeng City was built in imitation of the courtyard of the Yu Kingdom. There were pine and bamboo planted, and a small plot of land where crops could be grown. Now it was still cold in spring, but after a while, when it got warmer, it would be possible to grow crops.
Xiao Ling looked at the empty space, feeling somewhat distressed.
He loved farming. Even in the royal palace of the Wushui Kingdom, he pulled up those delicate flowers and planted cucumbers, cabbages, tomatoes, corn, and wheat. The golden waves of wheat rolling in the palace were a beautiful sight.
He regarded these things as ways to cultivate his character, and it was these simple things that sustained him through that dark period.
Sometimes Jiang Xinwei's face would appear in those ups and downs of life, but it would quickly fade away. Jiang Xinwei occupied a large part of his life, but as long as he lived, she would eventually become a very small part of it.
Time will compress everything that is important.
Xiao Ling gave the blank identity register to He Yue, letting her fill it in whatever she wanted.
He Yue held the things with mixed feelings. She already knew that Xiao Ling was the Pingnan Emperor. Whenever a Wushui person came to Yu Kingdom, there were two people he hated the most: one was General Guo Feng, and the other was the Pingnan Emperor.
General Guo Feng led his army to destroy the Wushui Kingdom, and they naturally hated him.
However, Emperor Pingnan had once served as the Phoenix King of the Wushui Kingdom, and later presented the map of the Wushui Kingdom to the Emperor of the Yu Kingdom, which made Guo Feng's military campaigns seem divinely aided.
Maps are just as important in war as advance leaks of military operations.
He Yue held the identity list in her room, gritting her teeth. She wanted to throw the list in Xiao Ling's face and shout at him that she would kill him one day to avenge herself.
But reason stopped her. She calmed herself down, spread out the name card, filled the pen with ink, and carefully wrote her name on it.
After finishing writing, he handed it to the servant, who immediately gave one copy to Huo Jiaying of the City Lord's Mansion for safekeeping.
From then on, she was a respectable person with an innocent background, and could enjoy the same treatment as the people of Yu.
The servant told Xiao Ling everything about He Yue's reaction.
Xiao Ling chuckled and then set it aside.
The servant curled his lip in dissatisfaction. "These filthy people are wolves in sheep's clothing. Young master came all this way to save her, but not only is she ungrateful, she even looks like she wants to eat people. I think leaving her here will only make her a menace sooner or later. Why don't we go back to Yongzhou together as soon as possible, leaving her here would be a way of repaying our debt of gratitude? What do you think, young master?"
Xiao Ling looked up from his book, gazing thoughtfully at the empty vegetable patch. He had made up his mind.
Back at the inn.
The city lord's mansion immediately sent people to deliver He Yue's indenture and other documents, and also prepared a list of gods' identities. The list was blank, so Xiao Ling could fill it in however he wanted.
Xiao Ling was an imperial minister, a person of high rank. He bestowed some gifts upon Huo Jiaying, who was overjoyed. Befriending this Pingnan imperial minister might not necessarily bring great benefits, but the current imperial bloodline was thin, and there were only a few true members of the imperial family. It would be good to befriend even one. Moreover, this Pingnan imperial minister had a great reputation and good character. Seeing that he was willing to travel thousands of miles to rescue a slave, she knew that he was a person who kept his promises.
Huo Jiaying invited Xiao Ling to stay at the City Lord's Mansion, but Xiao Ling declined. Instead, he immediately bought a quiet courtyard in Chunfeng City and settled down there.
He has a habit of staying in a place for a month or two after arriving, getting familiar with the people and their customs, before deciding whether to leave or stay longer.
Yongzhou was selected as a suitable place to live in this way.
Yongzhou is a scenic city with four distinct seasons, abundant produce, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and a comfortable climate. He even fell ill less often while in Yongzhou.
The courtyard in Chunfeng City was built in imitation of the courtyard of the Yu Kingdom. There were pine and bamboo planted, and a small plot of land where crops could be grown. Now it was still cold in spring, but after a while, when it got warmer, it would be possible to grow crops.
Xiao Ling looked at the empty space, feeling somewhat distressed.
He loved farming. Even in the royal palace of the Wushui Kingdom, he pulled up those delicate flowers and planted cucumbers, cabbages, tomatoes, corn, and wheat. The golden waves of wheat rolling in the palace were a beautiful sight.
He regarded these things as ways to cultivate his character, and it was these simple things that sustained him through that dark period.
Sometimes Jiang Xinwei's face would appear in those ups and downs of life, but it would quickly fade away. Jiang Xinwei occupied a large part of his life, but as long as he lived, she would eventually become a very small part of it.
Time will compress everything that is important.
Xiao Ling gave the blank identity register to He Yue, letting her fill it in whatever she wanted.
He Yue held the things with mixed feelings. She already knew that Xiao Ling was the Pingnan Emperor. Whenever a Wushui person came to Yu Kingdom, there were two people he hated the most: one was General Guo Feng, and the other was the Pingnan Emperor.
General Guo Feng led his army to destroy the Wushui Kingdom, and they naturally hated him.
However, Emperor Pingnan had once served as the Phoenix King of the Wushui Kingdom, and later presented the map of the Wushui Kingdom to the Emperor of the Yu Kingdom, which made Guo Feng's military campaigns seem divinely aided.
Maps are just as important in war as advance leaks of military operations.
He Yue held the identity list in her room, gritting her teeth. She wanted to throw the list in Xiao Ling's face and shout at him that she would kill him one day to avenge herself.
But reason stopped her. She calmed herself down, spread out the name card, filled the pen with ink, and carefully wrote her name on it.
After finishing writing, he handed it to the servant, who immediately gave one copy to Huo Jiaying of the City Lord's Mansion for safekeeping.
From then on, she was a respectable person with an innocent background, and could enjoy the same treatment as the people of Yu.
The servant told Xiao Ling everything about He Yue's reaction.
Xiao Ling chuckled and then set it aside.
The servant curled his lip in dissatisfaction. "These filthy people are wolves in sheep's clothing. Young master came all this way to save her, but not only is she ungrateful, she even looks like she wants to eat people. I think leaving her here will only make her a menace sooner or later. Why don't we go back to Yongzhou together as soon as possible, leaving her here would be a way of repaying our debt of gratitude? What do you think, young master?"
Xiao Ling looked up from his book, gazing thoughtfully at the empty vegetable patch. He had made up his mind.
Back at the inn.
The city lord's mansion immediately sent people to deliver He Yue's indenture and other documents, and also prepared a list of gods' identities. The list was blank, so Xiao Ling could fill it in however he wanted.
Xiao Ling was an imperial minister, a person of high rank. He bestowed some gifts upon Huo Jiaying, who was overjoyed. Befriending this Pingnan imperial minister might not necessarily bring great benefits, but the current imperial bloodline was thin, and there were only a few true members of the imperial family. It would be good to befriend even one. Moreover, this Pingnan imperial minister had a great reputation and good character. Seeing that he was willing to travel thousands of miles to rescue a slave, she knew that he was a person who kept his promises.
Huo Jiaying invited Xiao Ling to stay at the City Lord's Mansion, but Xiao Ling declined. Instead, he immediately bought a quiet courtyard in Chunfeng City and settled down there.
He has a habit of staying in a place for a month or two after arriving, getting familiar with the people and their customs, before deciding whether to leave or stay longer.
Yongzhou was selected as a suitable place to live in this way.
Yongzhou is a scenic city with four distinct seasons, abundant produce, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and a comfortable climate. He even fell ill less often while in Yongzhou.
The courtyard in Chunfeng City was built in imitation of the courtyard of the Yu Kingdom. There were pine and bamboo planted, and a small plot of land where crops could be grown. Now it was still cold in spring, but after a while, when it got warmer, it would be possible to grow crops.
Xiao Ling looked at the empty space, feeling somewhat distressed.
He loved farming. Even in the royal palace of the Wushui Kingdom, he pulled up those delicate flowers and planted cucumbers, cabbages, tomatoes, corn, and wheat. The golden waves of wheat rolling in the palace were a beautiful sight.
He regarded these things as ways to cultivate his character, and it was these simple things that sustained him through that dark period.
Sometimes Jiang Xinwei's face would appear in those ups and downs of life, but it would quickly fade away. Jiang Xinwei occupied a large part of his life, but as long as he lived, she would eventually become a very small part of it.
Time will compress everything that is important.
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