On the day of Xie Jinglan''s return to the imperial court, countless people in the capital went out together to welcome, and all kinds of praise and cheers were heard.


    But I didn''t see it.


    The man rode high on his horse and came back from the battlefield. He had removed his armor and changed into a bright red light suit. Maybe it was to celebrate the victory. Compared with the generals and soldiers on both sides, he was less powerful and more romantic.


    Xie Jinglan has never covered with silver today.


    The face was completely exposed, and the right half that had been covered up was not a well-known fear.


    His black hair stood high and rode with one hand. His face was not as dark and crazy as a military general, but pale and beautiful. The curve of the beautiful lines in his lower jaw reflected the red between his lips.


    Qing Jun is like a banished immortal.


    But no one would think he was gentle and weak.


    Just because the exposed eyes were dark and gloomy, even the strongest sunlight at noon fell in, as if they could not afford the slightest light spot.


    "The little Marquis was really brave this time, defeated the barbarian army, killed the barbarian God of war in front of the battle, successively recaptured eight cities in the west of Shanxi, even looted the other three cities, and pushed the border of Shanxi thousands of meters away!"


    "The young marquis is not inferior to his father... No, even better than his father. The young marquis is a hero of the great Jin Dynasty!"


    "Barbarian God of war? Oh! I heard that general Hubi was stabbed under his horse by the little marquis. What God of war? It''s almost wordy!! "


    "This big victory can be regarded as a great promotion of our national prestige. Even some of our people have a long breath!"


    "Chengen Hou is brave! Little marquis is brave! "


    The people are filled with joy. They are from the heart. They are happy for all this today.


    From the beginning of Xie Jinglan''s expedition, some people spread good words about the Marquis of Chengen among the people. It is obviously not enough to say so, but with Xie Jinglan''s victory again and again, these rumors have gradually become a reality.


    At this moment, no one dared to doubt the loyalty of the Duke of Chengen''s house to defend the country.


    Then I turned around and saw the people in the cage behind me.


    The man was unkempt and smelly. When he hung his head, he could see the ferocity of his face. There was no trace under his legs. It can be seen that the people had no sympathy. Instead, they sank their faces one by one, showing a look of anger and contempt.


    "Bah!"


    "Beast, you can even do such things as collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country! Live beast! "


    "It''s said that at that time, there was only the last city left for the young marquis. He wanted to solve the young Marquis and monopolize the credit. He was so ambitious that he ignored the safety of the people in the West. If he couldn''t take great responsibility in the end, I don''t know how many people would be displaced!"


    "It''s good for such a person to kill early. See if the blood left in his body is da Jin''s blood or barbarian. Maybe it''s completely black!"


    "The LORD left him a little life, hateful!"


    "After all, it''s for the emperor to see. Although the little marquis is a general, he can''t decide these... You can keep your voice down. That''s the prince."


    "What about the prince? If you do something wrong, you can''t say it?"


    Then the man angrily threw the rotten egg in his hand and hit the third prince''s face. He was very embarrassed.


    Some people took the lead, and others followed suit. For a time, the crowd was excited. Countless eggs, rotten vegetables, leaves and even fecal water were poured on the man.


    The third prince has been tortured since he was imprisoned. His mind and hostility have long been erased. Now he can''t even say anything to stop him. Soon, he was covered with countless dirt, which really stinks.


    Together with Xie Jinglan''s victory, the news of the three princes collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country also spread back to the capital.


    Although the people are stupid, they also know who guarded themselves and their land. Now Xie Jinglan says that the third prince is the prince, and they are no longer in doubt.


    As for why the third prince became what he is today?


    Everything in the past has a reason.


    Naturally, it was impossible for the emperor to agree to such a humiliating street parade, but Xie Jinglan decided to step on the emperor''s favorite son, which was the first time since he returned to the capital.


    Of course, there are some different voices in the crowd.


    "Wait, when I came out of the capital, I didn''t say that the little Marquis''s legs were wasted, bad for walking, and his body seemed not good. Why can he ride again today?"


    "Never mind him. It''s good to win the war!"


    Ordinary people don''t have so many flowery intestines. Although they feel strange, they forget them in the joy of victory.


    Women''s concerns are different.


    From time to time, they glanced at the man on the carriage, looked down, covered their faces, and their ears turned red when they spoke to the little sister.


    "Doesn''t it mean that the little Marquis''s face was destroyed years ago Look at it today. It''s so handsome. "


    "Six years ago, I saw in a hurry that old Duke Chengen defeated him with his little Duke and his brother. The little Duke of that day was so beautiful... No, the little Duke of that day had to publicize himself. Now he is so calm, ah... It adds a bit of manliness."


    "He was born handsome and had countless meritorious deeds. I don''t know whose daughter can marry him like this."


    "Ah, doesn''t it mean that Chengen Hou married half a year ago? I love that very much. "


    "Her wife fell into the cliff and didn''t know. I''m afraid... It''s more or less bad. The little marquis is still so young. Now he''s the only one left in the Chengen Marquis house. The burden of inheriting the family falls on him. Sooner or later, he will marry another person."


    "Besides, it''s common for men to have three wives and four concubines. No matter how much love they have, they also need to take concubines. If they can stay with them for a long time, it''s OK to be a favorite concubine and have another son and a half..."


    "You think so beautifully! It''s not your turn! "


    “……”


    Xie Jinglan''s return was extremely sensational.


    For a moment, it seemed that he was back in those days, but the man on the horse had changed from a teenager to a youth, and the three people in front of him had disappeared.


    Xie Jinglan, a fledgling girl, was full of youthful spirit. No matter how proud she was, when she returned, a woman threw a fruit surplus car and poured out her love.


    But right now.


    Xie Jinglan looked cold. Even the great joy seemed not to excite him at all. Therefore, it was clear that many women were ready to throw flowers and fruits, but they dared not have any thoughts as soon as they swept into those clear eyes.


    Until I passed a teahouse.


    Suddenly, a flower crane made tea fall from upstairs, and the red flowers fell into Xie Jinglan''s arms.


    The man picked it up, his eyes seemed to move slightly, and then he held the flowers and looked up.


    The beauty holds flowers. When she looks up, she shows her white and beautiful neck and jaw, lined with the little vermilion on her lips. Her face is very beautiful.


    But there was no trace of the flower thrower along the window. Xie Jinglan moved his fingertips and picked up the flower branches. Without his instructions, the people around him urged:


    "My Lord, your majesty is still waiting for your reply in the palace."


    Xie Jinglan bowed his head. For a moment, the slightly bright eyes turned into silence again.


    "Let''s go."


    But strangely, he didn''t lose the flower crane order camellia.


    "Ah, the little Marquis didn''t lose the flower."


    "It seems that the little marquis is is not as inaccessible as he seems... We had a try at the beginning, if we knew so!"


    "Hey, who knows?"


    "But the woman throwing flowers in the teahouse is really bold, but someone knows who she is?"


    -


    In the teahouse, the box that has become the discussion center is quiet and cool, but suddenly a man sighs:


    "Madam, since you are thinking about the Marquis, why don''t you go and see him?"