The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 3
As the Zhengxi army entered the Zhengyang Gate, most of the city in Shangjing began to boil, and the long-awaited crowd eagerly searched for their relatives from among the soldiers entering the city.

"Da Lang.", "Daddy." Calls came one after another, hearing Luo Zijun's ears, his heart was itchy.Taking a sneak peek forward at the immobile general, taking advantage of his leader's inattention, Zijun stretched his neck and looked into the crowd like the other guards. His mother and sister must be somewhere.

Finding someone from the dense crowd is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. After working hard for a long time, there is no result. Zijun walked and searched unwillingly, and in a daze, he heard his mother's voice.

The sound of "A Yuan." It was particularly eye-catching in the ear, and I followed the sound to find the past. Under the eaves in the distance, a young girl supported a middle-aged woman and looked this way. Zijun almost shouted at the familiar face. Let out a mother.

The soft neighing of the horse woke Zijun up, and pulled him out of the joy of seeing his relatives for the first time. Looking back at where he was, he was also startled. It turned out that he rode out of the queue unconsciously. Almost blocked everyone's way.

Zijun let out a sigh of relief, and thanked his companion who stretched out his hand to rein in the horse in a low voice.

He raised his eyes and looked at the general at the front of the team. There was no wind in the spring, and the dark blue cloak on the general's shoulders drooped slightly. Although he was sitting on the horse, he was straight from shoulders to back to waist.

With just this glance, Zijun couldn't help shivering, stuck out his tongue lightly, and returned to his seat honestly, not daring to be distracted. After receiving the reward and taking a big vacation, he would have a chance to talk to his mother and younger sister.

Thinking of his family, Zijun's heart blossomed with joy, and he secretly murmured that the general could still joke a few words when he was in the border town, and the closer he got to the capital, the more gloomy his face became, as if someone owed him, how strange!
Wu Yinghou Shangkun was naturally unaware of the slander from the guards behind him. As he passed through the sea of ​​people, a loud voice rang in his ears. He only clenched the reins tightly, pursed his lips, and looked straight ahead.

The young man in military uniform has firm eyes, and his full majesty conceals his appearance advantages. He has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he has an unusual temperament that is enough to look down on all sentient beings.

In front of Zhengyang Gate, there were quite a few bold girls laughing and calling Wu Yinghou, but Shang Kun turned a deaf ear to them.

The double towers stand tall, and you can see the red willows on the palace wall from far and near. The breath in your nose smells like powder, and Shang Kun thinks of the snow and yellow sand in the border town.Seemingly knowing what his master was thinking, the purple monkey he was sitting on trotted lightly towards the palace gate.

The coach didn't play cards according to common sense, and the guards had to follow behind. Zijun reluctantly looked forward to see his mother and sister, and flicked his horsewhip, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"This brat!" Aunt Luo saw her son happy in her heart, she wished she could get close to her son immediately, and she couldn't help complaining, "What a heartless brat, I think about it day and night and look forward to his return every day. Take them all out, look at him, if he sees our mother and daughter, he won't see it."

While speaking, Aunt Luo also shed tears. She is a strong person, and she never cries in front of others and pretends to be weak.According to the current customs, it is common for widows to marry again, but she was afraid of losing a pair of children, so she gritted her teeth and lived a life that was not considered affluent.

What is the flesh and blood of the heart, children are the flesh and blood of the heart.When her son was away, she held her heart so that she couldn't sleep well, and when her son came back, she just met and didn't talk, and her heart was empty again.

Yijun wiped Aunt Luo's tears with a handkerchief, and softly advised her: "Mother, don't cry now. My brother is still on duty, and he will come back to accompany us when he is relieved of his errands."

Aunt Luo nodded with tears in her eyes, took her daughter's hand and went home together.

Today, the army returned to Beijing to greet them with all the city, but they couldn't find a free bearer, and they couldn't find any place to hire a car. They had to walk home again, and after walking for half an hour, they could see the Luo's house in the distance. street corner.

Yijun's sharp eyes saw that the little girl in the pea-green shirt at the entrance of the alley was the girl of Luo's family. She searched around Zhuque Street just now but couldn't find it. It turned out that this ghost girl had slipped back a long time ago.

Aunt Luo also saw her little girl, Xing'er, and she couldn't get angry, she walked up a few steps and scolded: "You idiot, before you go out, I have to remind you and tell you one thing, which is to take good care of you." Ah Yuan, you disappeared when you turned around, let's see if I go back and not deal with you."

Xing'er is only eleven or twelve years old, with a thin and thin body. As early as when Aunt Luo yelled at her loudly, her shoulders shrank together, her head was almost buried on her waist, and she hummed softly like a mosquito, "On the front street. When I met a sister from the same village, I only said a few words, and the girl disappeared, and the servants were afraid of getting lost, so they had to come back along the road and wait."

Seeing Xing'er's pitiful look, Aunt Luo's anger also dissipated for the most part, she glanced sideways, and sighed softly: "Go back first, I've been standing here for a long time, Ah Yuan must be hungry too, so I told her to prepare meals quickly. "

Aunt Luo's sharp mouth and bean curd heart have always been thunderous and rainy. Listening to the voice, Xing'er knew that she had escaped disaster, and she responded happily, turned around and ran towards Luo's house.

Yijun saw it as ridiculous, and coaxed Aunt Luo with good words: "Your mother is kind, everyone is praising you behind your back."

(End of this chapter)