The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 20 Hearing the wind, galloping like howling (1)
On the way home, Yijun was always restless. She had just learned how to steer a horse and trot for a few steps. There were so many people on the street, peddlers passed by her, and three or five children ran out from the alley from time to time. Almost bumped into her head-on, my heart was almost in the air, not to mention how nervous I was.

"Brother, I want to get off the horse." Yijun's palms were covered with sweat, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead and nose, he restrained Xianli and made a request to his elder brother.

Zijun got off the horse and looked at his sister's face, probably because there were too many people and she was afraid, so she smiled and Fu Yijun got off the horse and landed, and praised: "Ah Yuan is doing well, go back and tell Auntie that you rode a horse into the city, she will be very happy tonight Can't sleep."

"Aniang just eats half a bowl of rice, don't worry brother, she can sleep when the sky falls." Yijun wiped his sweat and cracked a naughty joke softly.

Zijun was even more cheerful, he laughed and helped his sister into the car.

Just as Yijun put down the curtain, he remembered something, and called his elder brother to the car, leaned closer and whispered: "Brother, Xianli is not ordinary, keeping it at home is too eye-catching, it's better to give it back to others."

The corners of Zijun's lips curved slightly, and he scratched his sister's nose, "It's all up to you, I will talk to Shiliu Lang later."

There is an older brother who loves and protects you all the time, and thinks of you everywhere, Yijun thinks it is not in vain that she has a small illness for five days and a serious illness for ten days.Thinking of happy things, she unconsciously smiled like a flower.

Looking from Shang Xian's angle, you can just see that Yijun's eyes are full of stars, not comparable to the bright and clear moon, the twinkling stars in the sky is also a very beautiful scenery.

He looked away and looked at Xianli beside him, and he could roughly guess what the Luo family brothers and sisters were talking about.Luo Zijun is an open-minded and open-minded person, and his younger sister is definitely not going anywhere. If any other girl had been sick at home for more than ten years, she would have become eccentric and difficult to get along with.The two times we met, Ah Yuan always smiled, and that smile warmed people's hearts.

As expected, after getting on the horse, Zijun first pointed out that he could not accept Xianli, and Shangxian responded without hesitation, "Okay, I will take Xianli back first. Next time you take Ah Yuan out of the city, remember to ask me for it. This is The horse raised by the eldest princess's mansion, even if others want to make trouble, they have to weigh it."

Zijun is also very fond of the bay red mare, he really loves his sister, thinking that he can scare others with his status as the personal guard of the Shangfu, so he readily agrees: "Then I will not be polite, thank you Shiliulang, Please help Ah Yuan raise the horses."

Shang Xian smiled and stopped talking.

Going home this time, Aunt Luo was waiting at the entrance of Herring Alley. When Yijun and his party came back, she first took her daughter to look up and down, pinching here and touching there, as if they hadn't seen each other for several months.

After inspecting her daughter, Aunt Luo poured all her enthusiasm on Shang Xian, and her tone was more considerate than her own son, "Sixteen Lang came in and sat for a while. Look at killing a chicken, the soup is delicious, you might as well have a taste."

Zijun's ears trembled a few times when he heard this, his sister-in-law has never left a word, and his status in A Niang's heart is already extraordinary.Comparing people to people makes people mad.

Shang Xian politely refused: "It's a trouble for Aunt Seventeen, but unfortunately my nephew has no luck, I still have to wait in front of your lord, so I'm sorry to say goodbye first."

Seeing that she couldn't stay, Aunt Luo winked at her daughter.Yijun Fushen was a thank you, even though the monks of the Luo family were interested, they only met twice, and they were so familiar that she couldn't say anything because of the intimacy and actions.

Shang Xian nodded in response, got on his horse and rode away with Xianli, a dark figure disappeared into the alley.

Xianli has a bit of reluctance to part with her, she looks back a few times on the way, Yijun's red clothes are reflected in her clear eyes, and finally follows the familiar Shang Xian back.

"Sixteen Lang said, he will take care of Xianli for you first. Whenever my family Ah Yuan rides, he will deliver it." Zijun is a lot taller than his sister, and he bows his head every time he speaks.

Yijun smiled and nodded, maintaining a good mood.

After listening to her son's words, Aunt Luo felt that there was a lot of content in it, and teased her daughter narrowly: "Yuan is still capable, unlike your brother, who was 20 years old and didn't see the young lady in that family who liked him."

"Why not?" Zijun retorted blushing, his eyes widened, and he seemed very confident.

When Yijun heard something interesting, he pointed lightly and smiled and asked: "Brother, hurry up and tell the truth, you have touched the heart of that little lady."

Zijun stuck out his tongue slightly, glanced left and right at his mother and sister, and led the horse to the back street. He walked quickly, and only after turning around the alley did he say, "I went to the back street well to wash the horses. Come back for dinner sometime."

If there is no ghost, it will be strange!

Aunt Luo and Yijun looked at each other, they had a tacit understanding, they went home first, and questioned him later when they had time.

Shang Xian rode back to the Jinyang Dachang Princess' mansion, and met the chief historian of the princess' mansion head-on, and the two exchanged a few words.

The Chief Historian also praised Xianli, "This horse looks good, it's a pity not to stay in the mansion."

Shang Xian didn't talk much, usually someone else was talking, he listened attentively, nodding slightly was considered a response.

The Chief Historian had stayed in the Dachang Princess' Mansion in Jinyang for decades, and knew the character of this dry boy, so he didn't think he was disobedient, and went home after talking and laughing.

(End of this chapter)