Houmen's runaway wife

Chapter 342
It was bumpy all the way, but fortunately Nianzhen was very obedient and not noisy at all.The people in the same car were all peasant women. When Nian Zhen was crying from hunger, Su Mo shyly asked the elder sister next to her to cover her with her clothes and breastfeed him.Finally, two hours later, the group of them arrived outside the city gate.Su Mo looked up and saw the word Ancheng written on the city gate.It turned out that they lived near Ancheng.

Su Mo didn't care too much, and went directly to the city to buy a fast horse. Without a moment's rest, he set foot on the road to the capital again.Since the birth of Nian Zhen, Su Mo felt that the spiritual power in his body was slowly recovering.She was worried that Nianzhen would not be able to bear this speed. Unexpectedly, he was very quiet along the way, except for grunting a few times when he was hungry, he usually liked to sleep in Su Mo's arms, and occasionally opened his eyes to see the outside world.

Along the way, Su Mo disguised herself as a man, hung Nianzhen on her chest with a strap, ate some dry food when she was hungry, and went to supplement her nutrition when she encountered villages and small towns, after all, she was still breastfeeding.Nianzhen's nutrition depends entirely on her.In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, Su Mo has never let people find that she still has a child in her arms.Finally, half a month later, she stood in front of the gate of the capital.

Yue Shuying struggled to open his eyes, looked at the dim sky outside, his mind went blank for a moment, when he came back to his senses, he jumped up and ran to Su Mo's room.Sure enough, except for Yuniang who was sleeping soundly on the soft couch, Su Mo was nowhere to be found.He opened the closet and found that a few coats were missing.Opening the sandalwood box on the dressing table, the magnolia hairpin she cherished most was gone.Yue Shuying smiled, she was really naive, thinking that she would really be with her well, at least give him a chance.Unexpectedly, she chose such a way, such a decisive decision.However, even if she went to find Yuan Zhen, it was a couple for a lifetime, this was Yuan Zhen's promise to her.If this promise is gone, invalidated, and betrayed, will Su Mo still be with Yuan Zhen?the answer is negative.

Su Moxi, you wait.Yue Shuying dodged, left the wooden house, and headed towards the capital.

The streets of the capital are full of people coming and going, very lively.The annual Poetry and Book Fair for Talented Scholars in Beijing is being held in Zuixiang Tower.This is a grand event that has been passed down, and is quite popular among scholars.More importantly, Emperor Minghe decreed that anyone who wins No.1 in the Beijing Talented Scholars Poetry Association can be called into the palace and have the opportunity to face the saint.Therefore, Zuixiang Tower is crowded with people, and the hall and wing rooms are full of people.

Yuan Zhen sat in the box with the best view on the second floor, looking at the people below through the open window.All men.Only men are eligible to participate in the Poetry and Book Club, and some of those who brought their family members to the conference, either rich or expensive, sat and watched in the boxes.

"Master, I checked carefully, and there is no suspicious person present." An Ye reported to Yuan Zhen.Yuan Zhen nodded. His father attached great importance to this poetry and book conference, and it was an opportunity to select talents.That's why he came to watch the battle in person.

"Everyone, our poetry and book conference has officially started. First of all, please find and open the note under your seat." A young woman came up on the stage, dignified, virtuous, and generous.

Everyone in the lobby quickly found the note, opened it and saw a small line of writing on each.

Please compose a poem within ten steps.

Please check out the next link.

Please write a poem about plum blossoms.

The topics and requirements are different for everyone.But there is a time limit, and the time for a stick of incense, the first to answer correctly will get extra points.The competition officially began.Everyone has only one chance, if the time is too long or the answer is incorrect, they will be eliminated directly.In this way, after about an hour, there were only three people standing on the stage, facing each other.

Yuan Zhen looked at the three people on the stage, and unexpectedly saw a former acquaintance, Shen Yichen.He stood between the other two, his body seemed a little weak.Shen Conglin had surrendered to Yuan Zhen early when he attacked the capital.Yuan Zhen also reserved the official position for him.Whether or not he has real power is another matter.Shen Yichen is Shen Conglin's only son, and also his most beloved son.Unexpectedly, he would also come to participate in such a competition.What a surprise.Yuan Zhen watched with great interest the three people on the stage reciting poems and competing for talent.

A talented person deserves to be called a talented person.Poetry in seven steps is no problem for them.In the end, to Yuan Zhen's surprise, Shen Yichen, who had been claiming to be a pot of medicine to the outside world, was weak and most likely to die, became No.1 in the poetry and book conference.And he will soon be summoned by Emperor Minghe.

In the imperial study room, Emperor Minghe looked at Shen Yichen standing below, and was quite surprised.General Shen has always loved this sick son very much, never forcing him to read and write, and always obeying him, letting him do what he likes.

"Shen Yichen, a grassroots man, kowtow to the emperor, long live the emperor." Shen Yichen respectfully saluted and greeted Emperor Minghe.

"Are you the No.1 of this year's Poetry and Book Conference?" Emperor Minghe looked at Shen Yichen, and found that he exuded confidence all over his body, and his whole body was much more energetic.

"Back to the emperor, it's the grassroots." Shen Yichen lowered his head slightly, and made a modest gesture, "Zaomin dared to use the golden ten thousand taels bestowed by the emperor in exchange for fighting with the emperor on the chessboard." Every poetry and book conference The champions will be rewarded by the emperor.

"Quite." Emperor Minghe smiled, indeed there had been no match for a long time.

The capital is very lively.

People in the streets and alleys have long known that today is the big day for the crown prince of the Wei Dynasty—Yuan Zhen to marry his side concubine. If he missed this excitement, as a commoner in the capital, it would be really hard to justify.

It is said that the prince married the princess of the Amon tribe. Although I have never seen her before, I have heard of her beauty and the title of the most beautiful woman in the grassland.It's a pity that I couldn't see with my own eyes what kind of beauty it was.

Early in the morning, the market opened a road with no traffic, quietly waiting for the welcoming team in the distance.Some foreigners passed by to see the excitement and joined them. Before eating, they bought two buns at the entrance of the bun shop and looked around while eating.The naive and innocent child held a windmill in his hand and shuttled through the crowd, running non-stop, laughing like silver bells from his mouth from time to time.The mother chased after her, and kept telling her "slow down, don't fall." As soon as the words fell, the child was tripped by a passerby's foot and fell to the ground. The windmill fell out, and the mother was frightened. He took a few steps and stepped forward to help him up.The child didn't remember crying but reached out to pick up the windmill on the ground.

When I was about to pick it up, I saw the crowd surging and began to make noise and uneasiness.I only heard a voice from a distance, "Here we come, the wedding procession is here! People on the street get out of the way!"

The mother immediately held the child in her arms and turned upside down, trying to let the upcoming hot scene replace the thought of picking up the windmill.

In the distance, a whole group of flaming figures gradually became clear, like a morning star on the horizon.
(End of this chapter)