Yue Ji

Chapter 195 The Joyful Young Master Jingling

on the official road.

This is a long convoy, with linen swordsmen on tall horses on both sides, and a carriage team that stretches for five or six miles in the middle.

The difference between this convoy and most convoys is that it has tall horses of the same color, and the carriages are all painted black. The entire convoy advances and retreats in unison, and the swordsmen are tall, mighty and serious.The first impression of this team is that it is majestic and imposing.

This aura alone caused passers-by on both sides of the official road to retreat to the fields in a hurry. The villagers cowered and looked at it curiously, while those knight-errants riding donkeys and oxen looked yearning and yearning.

When the convoy drove to a crowded place, the sages and rangers on the side of the road were discussing whether to recommend themselves or not.

In the frequent scrutiny of everyone on the road, in the front carriage, Young Master Jingling was leaning on the table with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.

Opposite him, sat a thin old man with tendrils of yellow hair and slightly brown eyes, only about 1.5 meters long. If Wei Luo was here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this old man was Wen Gong.

With his right hand, Mr. Wen was holding half of a leg of lamb that was dripping with oil and shining yellow, and he was chewing on it with great enjoyment.In the carriage, only the sound of his chewing "bajibaji" could be heard continuously.

Amidst this kind of noise, Young Master Jingling turned a deaf ear to it, and there was a bright smile on his handsome face like a sculpture.

His smile is different from the past.In the past, even if he laughed, his face was cloudy, and his midnight-like eyes were cold, but at this moment, his eyes were bent, and he grinned accidentally, and his white teeth It is even more dazzling white.

Young Master Jingling took a sip of his wine, impatiently stretched out his head and glanced outside, his thick eyebrows were raised high at this moment.After gulping down two sips of wine with a radiant face, he said to himself, "I don't know how my son is doing now? Have you already put on your wedding dress?"

As soon as he mentioned the word "wedding dress", the corners of his mouth kept rising, rising. . . . . .

Mr. Wen tore a mouthful of mutton vigorously, and swallowed it forcefully. While chewing, he mumbled, "I think that woman has a stubborn character, which is quite similar to your son. You should not be too happy."

When Mr. Wen said this, a large piece of oil stained his curly yellow beard.Young Master Jing Ling turned his head when he heard the words, stared at him heavily, and hummed.

However, after humming, the smile on his face dimmed unknowingly.

His bushy eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he stared at the vast wilderness outside for a while without saying a word, after a while, he turned to Mr. Wen, and suddenly asked: "Isn't my son really happy?"

There was a rare uneasiness in his tone.

Mr. Wen stretched out his sleeve and wiped his mouth. While cleaning his teeth with his tongue, he said, "Master, do you think she will be happy?"

Young Master Jingling frowned even tighter.

He locked his thick eyebrows and muttered to himself: "I have already told her that I am happy with her. Besides, I will marry her as my wife. Why is she still not happy?"

When this question came up, Mr. Wen was obviously stumped.

He frowned and thought for a while, then turned his head to the side, and after dropping a large piece of meat from the knuckles with strong teeth, he said vaguely while chewing: "Maybe he will be happy."

As soon as Mr. Wen uttered these few simple words, Mr. Jingling's frown was loosened.

With a smile on his lips, he said briskly, "Of course, she should be happy."

The young master Jingling raised his lips and said, "I don't have anything long. I'm afraid that the wife married by my dignified son Jingling won't even be able to bring out a cartful of dowry. I came here this time to prepare a gift for her." Thirty carts of dowry have been prepared, and when it is introduced, only some slaves are allowed to accompany me. The child can follow me back to Jin in a good manner."

When he said this, the joy in his heart was indescribable.Looking out of the window, I couldn't help smiling, and hummed softly, "The peach blossoms are shining brightly. The son of Yugui is suitable for his family. The peach blossoms are true. The son of Yugui,
Yiqi's family room.Tao Zhiyaoyao, its Ye Zhenzhen.When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. . . . . . "

His singing voice is brisk and flying, drifting far away along the autumn wind blowing from the fields.

After listening to a few words, Mr. Wen drank the wine in the bottle, stretched out his sleeve and wiped his mouth, then said with a chuckle, "Young master, how stupid! This poem is a tribute to spring, and this is the season of deep autumn. Where did the peach blossoms and leaves come from?"

As soon as Mr. Wen's words fell, Young Master Jingling snorted softly, and replied flatly: "Except for my little son, which woman in the world can be said to be 'burning her flowers, her son returns home, and her family is suitable'? "

Wen Gong let out a long sigh when he heard the words.

He sighed, took a big sip of his wine, and sighed again in a blink of an eye.

Taking another sip of his wine, he sighed again.

While he sighed repeatedly, Young Master Jing Ling finally turned his head and stared at him coldly.This look was full of evil spirit, with faint impatience.

Mr. Wen met his eyes, clasped his hands instantly, and sighed: "This is you, young master! Just now, young master, you are as happy as a fool in the world, and longing like a woman waiting to be married. This really makes this old man feel anxious."

When Mr. Wen said this, Young Master Jingling couldn't help being startled.He slowly frowned, lowered his head, looked at his face at the murky wine in the four large pours, and carefully studied his expression.

After looking at it for a while, he stretched out his hand, lifted the wine, raised his head and drank it down, then turned his eyes to the direction of Qidu, and said with a chuckle: "My child makes me happy, and thinking about it also makes me happy. It is also joyful, thinking that we will meet each other, and being able to meet each other day and night, I am even more delighted. Even if I am stupid like a common man and a country woman in the world, so what? I am happy with my wife, like the sky is happy with the earth, like the sun is happy with the yin, it is true. It's justified."

Wen Gong was startled when he heard this.

He frowned, looked at Young Master Jingling seriously, and shook his head after a while, thinking that all the sages in the mansion had already had many debates on this issue, so he was in no mood to say anything else.

Young Master Jingling also had no intention of entangled with him on this issue, looked outside and hummed the song "Peach's Yaoyao" softly.

In the joy, the speed of the convoy appeared to be slow.

Young Master Jingling had repeatedly ordered to hurry up, but when they entered Linzi, it was already afternoon.And that night was the day of the main banquet that he had notified to Lord Yixin's residence early in the morning.There was nothing he could do about it. After returning from the great victory, there were a lot of things to do. After he seized the time to settle the matter, he rushed to Qi State without stopping.

Now, there are only a few hours, and after a few hours, he will be able to see his little boy at the banquet. At that time, the little boy must have put on the red robe and lie in his arms with joy and anger.

When Young Master Jingling thought of this, he became even more impatient.

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From the book review area, I saw the anger of those who support Su.

To be honest, when these chapters were put up, I was uneasy.Because of this anxiety, I thought about these chapters for hours, sometimes overnight, before putting them up.I want to see if I can leave out these chapters.

But, I can't help it.Really, I can't help it.

In my opinion, with Young Master Jingling's strength, means and intelligence, unless he doesn't make a move, he will definitely hit the other person's vitals.

As for Su, I counted more than a dozen reasons, each of which would make him hesitate!Think about it, everyone, since welcoming Wei Luo back, what has he gained?Just after welcoming him back, Chu State wanted to launch a war under the pretext of Wei Luo.Su worked hard and finally settled the matter and defeated the overlord Chu.Then, he was followed by Prince Jingling again.

Su has always been an ambitious person. Although he loves Wei Luo, he has to consider his retainers and his descendants.And, as Guan Gong said, what if he doesn't let go?In the end, there is still a [-]% chance that he will lose to the son Jingling, and even Wei Luo will become a slave because of exhaustion.Rather than letting Wei Luo become the plaything of the young master Jingling as a slave, it is better to let her marry in an open and honest manner and become his wife.

There are too many reasons, and every reason is making him let go.He had to let go.

Finally, I would like to say that I seldom leave a comment in the book because I dare not.Since writing the book, almost every time I leave a comment, even if it is to explain the plot and my personal thoughts, people will scold me in the book review area, and the scolding is very ugly.Finally, I came to a conclusion: the less I talk, the less I get scolded.

(End of this chapter)