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It is actually a month's journey from the capital to northern Xinjiang.

Because of the emperor's decree, the members of the Lin family were treated like a horse and an express car.

There were more than 20 members of the Lin clan left. They rode in six carriages. The broad carriages with two horses running side by side almost didn't stop around the clock. They arrived in the capital on the night of the 28th of the year.

Lin Zhengxiao had been waiting at the gate of the city for a long time.

He was wearing silver armor, holding a red-tasseled spear, and stood guard at the city gate with a stern face.

The dim yellow light of candles shone on his face, and the eyes of the boy who was clearly only in his teens were filled with the vicissitudes of thousands of sails.

The carriage stopped slowly.

The first ones to get off were naturally Madam Lin and Er Madam Lin, and those behind were all members of the Pangzhi tribe and the servants.

The two ladies, who were over forty years old, supported each other and tremblingly walked towards the gate of the city.

It seems that the princesses who have been with each other for many years have returned to their homeland, and their eyes are full of fear, strangeness and defense.

"Sister-in-law, let's go"

"Brothers and sisters, we can be considered to be back," Meng patted his siblings' hands.

She wrapped herself tightly in the ripped padded jacket made of rough cotton, and stepped forward step by step.

In a trance, she seemed to see her husband who had been dead for many years.

He is wearing a silver-faced chain mail, a beast-faced helmet on his head, and a red-tasseled silver gun in his hand. He has a stern face and a straight figure, like an Optimus Prime, standing there motionless like a mountain, with piercing eyes looking forward.

"Yue Lang, are you Yue Lang?"

Breaking free from the second lady's hand, Meng staggered forward, and threw herself on a man dressed as a guard at the gate of the city like crazy, crying bitterly.

"Are you coming to pick me up too?"

"Yue Lang, I know it's you, you're not dead, are you? Or are you here to pick me up?"

Meng held the man's cheek in his hands, and stroked it inch by inch. The touch was warm, and he bit his own finger desperately, the fingertips were tingling, and the blood flowed red.

It's not a dream, it's real.

Meng threw herself into the man's arms and cried loudly.

Thousands of words can't be said at this time, only a thousand lines of tears can tell the mood.

"you are……"

"I'm Yuzhen, don't you even remember me? Take a closer look that I'm your Yuzhen"

She took his hand and touched his cheek.

Lin Zhengxiao stretched out her long finger, and really touched it inch by inch.

The face shape is exactly the same, the high nose bridge is exactly the same, and even the pear dimple on half of the face is lifelike.

Sudden severe pain in the heart, the so-called mother-child bond, there will really be a reaction, God will not let the flesh and blood relatives easily miss it in vain.

When Meng Shi was crying, Lin Zhengxiao also knelt down on both knees and kowtowed deeply.

At a loss, Meng suddenly froze, closed and opened his eyes again, tremblingly pointing at the man under his feet.

"Xiaoer, you are my Xiaoer"

She cried and covered her chest, out of breath, and for a moment didn't know whether to look at the child's face or his injury first.

Lin Zhengxiao kowtowed deeply three times, and hugged her mother into her arms.

"Mom, my son is here"

Not far away, Mrs. Lin Er wiped her tears and came forward, sobbing: "Our Lin family is considered to have a descendant."

Mrs. Lin Er is kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and she has treated the children as her own many years ago.

In addition, Lin Zhengxiao was indeed the only man left in the direct line, the man who established the family.

She wiped Lin Zhengxiao's silver armor with her sleeve.

"It's good that Brother Xiao is here, our Lin family will definitely get up slowly."

"auntie"

Lin Zhengxiao, one on the left and the other on the right, supported the two most respected wives in the family, and walked step by step to the carriage that had been prepared.

The rest of the tribe also made their own arrangements.

-

What Lin Zhengxiao prepared was not a house, but the most common folk house, located in the private house market of ordinary people in the northwest of the capital.

In the capital city, it is roughly divided into four directions with the imperial city as the center.

The southeast is a first-class wealthy family, which can be seen by princes, grandsons, and old prime ministers.

In the southwest are second-class wealthy families, wealthy businessmen, medical families, teahouses and restaurants, etc. are all here.

The Northeast is a third-class family, where decent and good people live. They have legitimate jobs, such as teachers in academies, or craftsmen.

Northwest is the most inferior family, here there are mixed fish and dragons, the streets are narrow, and there are rows of private houses next to each other, and one family against another.

Peddlers and pawns steal chickens and dogs, singers, actors and storytellers are all here.

Lin Zhengxiao led the clansmen through the winding alleys to a place called Zhima Lane, pointing to a row of a dozen private houses.

"Mother, Aunt, when you first arrive, you should live here first, and plan slowly later"

Meng followed her son's gaze and looked over.

Although these houses are small, they are clean and tidy in front and back, and the doors and windows are solid and complete, and some even have pasted the windows.

Push open the first room and enter. There are complete tables, chairs and benches inside, the floor is flat, the walls are also clean and smooth with mud oil paper, the beds are clean, and the kitchen is fully equipped with pots and stoves.

She burst into tears of gratitude.

"Okay, nice, nice here"

"Sisters and sisters, let's stay here"

After more than ten years in the sandy desert of northern Xinjiang, she finally knew that being a citizen of the capital is also extremely lucky.

In the future, even if we do darning and embroidery, even if we carry water and firewood, we will no longer be hungry or cold.

Lin Zhengxiao didn't dare to look at her mother's happy face, so she took her mother and aunt in to settle down, and personally settled down the rest of the entourage.

In a blink of an eye it was midnight.

The alley finally quieted down, only a few cats and dogs were still barking in the next street, and there was the sound of hungry cats rushing for food at the corner of the alley.

In a place where the three teachings and nine streams are mixed with fish and dragons, only this time is really quiet.

He left 50 taels of silver and some change of clothes and left in a hurry.

Meng Shi pulled his sleeve reluctantly.

"Being a mother is like a dream, tell me again where your sister is"

"in the palace"

Meng Shi staggered back two steps, shocked for a long time and didn't know what to say.

Lin Zhengxiao didn't wait for her to respond, and walked out the door, only saying that she still had important work to do, and she would come over when she was free.

"Thank you mother and aunt to settle down first"

The young man strode away, no matter how much Meng yelled, he would not be moved.

Meng and his siblings looked at each other, and had no choice but to clean up first.

Although there is everything here, you still have to clean up and scrub before you can live in it.

-

The Meng family waited until New Year's Eve.

Lin Zhengxiao came again, and this time the private house has changed a lot.

The ground was still clean, the tables, chairs and benches were wiped spotless, the beds were tidy, and the house furnishings were pleasing to the eye.

Lin Zhengxiao looked at it and nodded straight. His mother's aesthetics was in all his points.

"Xiao'er, you've come, look, this is the room mother prepared for you."

Mengshi pushed open the side door, and Lin Zhengxiao saw at a glance that everything was ready inside.

Thick quilts, solid wooden beds, windows pasted with fine paper, and shelves for placing weapons are thoughtfully prepared.

"Is this all prepared by mother?"

"That's natural, good boy, do you like it?"

"I like it, thank you mother"

After all, it is a child, Lin Zhengxiao likes this simple decoration the most.