Xuan Tianming knew his wife very well. Usually when this girl felt guilty or encountered a question that she couldn't answer, she liked to do some small actions. For example, now Feng Yuheng was twisting his hair, twisting it strand by strand. It was not enough to just twist it, she had to braid it into a small braid.
He was defeated. "Can't you just pretend you never asked? Leave my hair alone."
Someone shook his head. "I've already asked, how can I pretend I didn't ask? This princess is not deaf."
Xuan Tianming felt as if his head was full of pigtails.
Fortunately, the girl stopped after making up three of them, hugged his neck and asked him: "Xuan Tianming, if I were a god, would you be happy?"
Xuan Tianming nodded, "I am happy with it. I couldn't ask for more. If I have a fairy as my wife, I can live a fairy-like life in the human world. It is very beautiful."
"What if I'm a ghost?" She leaned forward, pulled up Xuan Tianming's mask and looked at his eyes from the side. "Tell me, what if I'm a ghost? A very scary kind."
Xuan Tianming was open-minded. "Ghosts are fine. At most you can accompany me for a lifetime in the human world, and then I will accompany you to the eighteen levels of hell. In short, I will accompany you in heaven, on earth, and on earth." As he spoke, he lifted the person up again. This girl was a little heavy.
Feng Yuheng retracted her head with satisfaction, and lay on the man's shoulder, laughing secretly and in an extremely unpresentable manner. If this journey through time was just for her to meet Xuan Tianming, it was really worth it! It was a good deal!
Xuan Tianming carried his wife on his back and walked on the snow. The two of them walked forward, talking and laughing. Ban followed behind them and didn't notice anything, but Bai Ze's mood gradually became depressed. Bai Furong's life was hanging by a thread, and this matter had been hanging in her heart, and she couldn't let it go.
Several people walked on the street, and gradually, they walked half of the main street of Guanzhou City. At noon, Feng Yuheng pointed to a noodle stall on the snow on the street and insisted on eating noodles. Xuan Tianming had no choice but to put him on a chair in the stall.
If Xuan Tianming hadn't been there, they could still pretend to be ordinary people. After all, Guanzhou was not small, and it was impossible for the people to know each other. But Xuan Tianming's goals and characteristics were too obvious. With that golden mask on his face, he met many people along the way. Anyone who was not a fool could guess his identity with a 10% accuracy.
The stall boy looked scared and didn't dare to approach to talk, so he just kept rubbing against the boss. But Feng Yuheng teased him: "Is it because I look ugly that I scared you?"
The young man shuddered and almost dropped the noodle soup in his hand. He quickly put it aside and ran away without saying a word.
Xuan Tianming was also helpless, and took the initiative to call the boss: "Come here."
The boss was a middle-aged man in his thirties, fat and with an honest look on his face, but not very courageous. He hesitated and didn't dare to step forward, but he couldn't just run away like the young man. After all, the stall was still his, and he could run away even if the monk could.
Xuan Tianming looked at him with a timid and conflicted look and wondered, "Could it be that you stole this stall?"
The boss quickly waved his hands: "No, no, it's definitely mine, authentic."
"Then why don't you come over?"
"I... guest, sir, no, Your Highness the Ninth Prince, what do you want me to do?" He was so scared that he stuttered and took a step back. It seemed that he was ready to give up the stall and run away if something went wrong.
Xuan Tianming was a little angry. "I said, aren't all of you Northern Territory people arrogant and stubborn? Why? With such little courage, you dare to follow Duanmu Anguo in rebellion and defect to Qian Zhou?"
When the fat boss heard this, he thought that he was going to be in trouble, so he gritted his teeth and turned to run. Unfortunately, he was not as fast as Ban Zou, and when he turned halfway, Ban Zou was already blocking him from behind.
The fat man fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Highness, please spare my life, Your Highness, please spare my life!"
Xuan Tianming's face had become gloomy to a certain extent, and he warned him coldly: "If you don't serve us noodles, I will never let you off easily."
The fat man was stunned, "Huh?"
Ban Zou kicked him on the butt, "Why are you being so gracious? We are hungry and we came here to eat noodles. You are a noodle seller and you don't cook noodles properly. Why are you running away?"
The fat man finally reacted, "Eat noodles?" Damn, you just come here to eat noodles! I was so scared, I thought I was going to be beheaded, why did you make such a big fuss about eating noodles? He complained in his heart while cooking noodles. As he cooked, he had to admit that it seemed that the other party didn't make a big fuss. It was the boy who scared himself away, so the atmosphere was created.
This shop mainly sells large intestine noodles. When the four bowls of noodles were served, Feng Yuheng's mouth was watering. He didn't care whether it was hot or cold, he grabbed the chopsticks and ate them. While eating, he said: "No wonder the stall has to be opened outside. The noodles are too hot. I can't eat them right after they come out of the pot. When I can eat them, they are soaked and the taste is not good. I can only enjoy them with the cold wind!"
Is that so? Everyone looked at Feng Yuheng, including the fat boss. His inner thoughts at this moment were: "My Lord, if I didn't have enough money saved, I would never have set up my stall in the snow."
However, after Feng Yuheng said this, the others felt that it made a lot of sense. Even Xuan Tianming started eating with big mouthfuls, nodding as he ate, "That's right."
Due to Xuan Tianming's aura, the originally deserted stall became... even more deserted because of the arrival of the four of them! The fat boss wanted to cry but had no tears.
Four bowls of noodles, several people ate with relish, especially Feng Yuheng, who asked the boss to add another large intestine halfway through. Gradually, the fat boss felt that the prince and princess of Dashun were not so arrogant, just like ordinary people, sitting at a roadside stall to eat noodles, and the girl would also ask for an extra large intestine, and even wipe it directly with her sleeve when she ate it. Even the ladies of ordinary families would wipe it carefully with a handkerchief, but the Princess of Ji'an was not particular about details!
Feng Yuheng only felt full after adding a portion of large intestine to his bowl of noodles, but the other three men still felt a little hungry. After all, they had been wandering around the city for a whole day, and one of them even worked as a laborer carrying his wife. The fat boss offered to add another half bowl for free.
Feng Yuheng finished eating first, and when she had nothing to do, she went to play with the children watching nearby. There was a little boy who had just learned to walk, and he was not very stable yet. He was supported by his mother and walked step by step in the snow. The child was not afraid of people, and felt friendly when he saw Feng Yuheng, so he ran towards her with his little hands open. The young woman was frightened and wanted to take the child back, but she saw that Feng Yuheng had already opened her arms and hugged the child in her arms, and asked while touching his little head: "What's your name?"
The two-year-old child didn't speak very clearly, and just mumbled "Bao'er, Bao'er". Feng Yuheng held the child and sat next to Xuan Tianming. He fiddled with his sleeves and took out a bag of milk.
In ancient times, children from ordinary families had never drunk milk. When the mother saw the child drinking milk, she was frightened and thought of it as poison. But after observing for a while, she found that the child was not only fine, but also drank happily. Then she gradually put her mind at ease.
Xuan Tianming saw Feng Yuheng holding a child and having fun, so he couldn't help but reach out and touch the child's head. This child was really lovable, and as soon as Xuan Tianming touched him, he immediately turned his head and grinned, causing Xuan Tianming to be reluctant to retract his outstretched hand.
Perhaps it was because the scene of the two people teasing the child was so heartwarming, the fat owner of the stall, the people who were watching from afar, and the customers of the surrounding shops all slowly gathered here. They were not as scared as they were at first, and some even started to discuss in a low voice -
"Are those the Ninth Prince and Princess Ji'an? They seem to be very close to each other."
"Yes, it's different from what the Grand Commander said before."
"Don't mention Duanmu Anguo. He is now a traitor to Dashun. If we continue to call him the Grand Commander, we will all be punished together."
"Speaking of which, the Dashun troops have been in the city for so many days, but they have only set up camp on the streets. It has not caused much impact on our lives, nor has it made things difficult for the people. I think it is still good."
"Yes, yes!" The people echoed one after another, and when they looked at Xuan Tianming and the others, their eyes became much kinder.
Feng Yuheng held the child and looked at the crowd. She just happened to see an old lady in tattered robes sitting on the side of the road. She was shivering from the cold, staring straight at the steaming pot of noodles, swallowing her saliva from time to time. It seemed that she was a beggar.
She whispered to Xuan Tianming, "Doesn't the imperial court have very good policies for the Northern Territory? Why are there still beggars?" As she spoke, she looked at the old woman again and shook her head for a while, "She doesn't look like a beggar. Look, when people look at her, their eyes are filled with sympathy."
Xuan Tianming also looked over there, and then waved at the fat boss, "Come here."
The fat boss hurried over and said as he ran, "Your Highness, just eat a few bowls of noodles, no need to pay, no need to pay."
Xuan Tianming rolled his eyes at him and said, "I didn't say I would give you money. I just wanted to ask you a few questions."
The fat boss scratched his head and stood in front of the two men. Xuan Tianming pointed at the old woman and asked him, "Do you recognize that old woman? Why does she look like this? My Dashun has been supporting the Northern Border for many years. We have been sending money here every year. We have never collected taxes from the three provinces in the Northern Border. How come there are still beggars on the streets?"
The fat boss sighed helplessly, and then said: "To be honest with you, Your Highness, she is not a beggar, but a poor person who was driven out of the house by her son and daughter-in-law. Her son married a wife at the beginning of autumn last year, hoping that life would get better and better. Unfortunately, although the family conditions have improved, the daughter-in-law thinks she is too old and is unwilling to support her. Her son is also a jerk, who only knows how to listen to his wife and drive his mother out of the house when she is asked to. The old lady has been begging for food for several months, and it is lucky that she did not freeze to death."
The fat boss was also very angry when he talked about the evil daughter-in-law of that family, but this was not as bad as the doubt that arose in his heart after listening to Xuan Tianming's words. He asked in confusion: "Your Highness just said that the court never collects taxes from the three provinces in the northern border?"
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Chapter 590: I will accompany you in heaven, earth and the world
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