Chapter 195 (1/2)

Where clouds pass in the long sky, the sunset sets and the afterglow becomes thinner.

There are smoke trees in the market.

People come and drive, and several hawks.

People no longer have to go to remote places to dig wild vegetables. The ancient city of Anhui began to be noisy again.

A tenant farmer passed by next to Xiao Zimu, turned around again, looked carefully, and then opened his mouth and called out tentatively: ”Your Highness?”

With the exclamation of the tenant farmers, more and more people surrounded Xiao Zimu, who was alone.

”Your Highness, why are you standing here?”

”Your Highness, why don't you go to my house? Now you don't have to worry about food. The hen of the little family doesn't have to expect it to lay eggs every day. Let her daughter-in-law kill it and make soup for your highness?”

”You'd better go to my place. The villain cooks a good dish. He used to cook in the famous building in ancient Anhui. Your highness wants to eat something. The villain will cook it for you now.”

Xiao Zimu has been honored since xiao'an. He has eaten gluttonous feasts and drunk nectar. He has been held in the palm of thousands of people and chased by thousands of people.

But I haven't heard these ardent voices and seen these expectant smiles.

For the people of ancient Anhui, Xiao Zimu not only saved them from fire and water, but also solved their long-term food problem in the future.

This is a great kindness, and your highness is the prince, and they have nothing to repay.

They can only give what they think is the best with simple and sincere feelings.

And Xiao Zimu was just warmed by this emotion.

The emotion of great recognition and expectation came into being, filled his heart, and gave him unprecedented satisfaction.

Xiao Zimu even regretted that if he had stood up earlier, would the people of Xiao state be better off now.

He couldn't help thinking of the dusty boy with a blue robe and a silver hairpin.

In the snowy night, walking side by side with him, behind them are rows of footprints left by them.

It was the first time they met. The boy was in the snow and solemnly swore that he would protect him and be safe all his life.

On the first day of the new year, Xiao Zimu heard that he went to the palace to visit spring.

He followed his trail to the imperial garden. They looked at each other from a long corridor.

The young man walked towards him with floating light and gold, with the scorching sun and smiling eyes and eyebrows.

In his clear eyes, there are uncontrollable stars.

That was the second time they met. In the mottled sunlight and in the deep corridor, the boy sincerely told him that you were different from them.

The last time, the four princes of the capital gathered at the gate of the Marquis house.

In front of all the favored children of heaven, the young man only called his name warmly and praised him with a smile.

That was the last time they met, the night of the capital and the Lantern Festival.

The lamp is as bright as the night sky in the day, and the sky lamp put for him in early summer is flying.

Under a little spark, it was finally his turn to say to him, I'll wait for you to come back.

Xiao Zimu was stripped from the initial haze. With the hope given by the people and the agreement remembered in his heart, he seemed to be reborn in the ancient Anhui market at the dawn of the lights.

Xiao Zimu declined their hospitality. It was not that he couldn't let go of his figure, but that he didn't want to cause them trouble.

He turned and got on the carriage left by Lu Zhongfu, and returned to the inn with a completely different mood.

Xiao Zimu wrote back a letter to the beginning of summer. It was revealed in his words that he had never found that he was ambitious and good at both the world and the world.

Xinya looked at Xiao Zimu who handed the letter to Bian Zhao at this time, which was different from when he just left Zheng Zhongguang's residence in the afternoon.