Xie Ze sighed and said, "The people here are so enthusiastic …"
Countless people lined the road to welcome them. Warm handkerchiefs, sachets, and sachets fell like raindrops. Xie Ze was stunned and sighed with emotion.
He was young, strong, and had a strong recovery ability. His heavy injury was almost healed, and now he was full of vigor again.
Although he was a surrendered general, Jiang Pengji didn't give him any special treatment. The other people didn't know which general was which.
They would throw sachets and handkerchiefs to whoever was wearing powerful armor, who was good-looking, and who had an extraordinary temperament.
Xie Ze relied on his beautiful face that was gifted by his parents to swindle a lot of sachets and colorful handkerchiefs. His popularity was not much lower than Li Yun's.
Tut …
This cruel world that was heartless and only cared about looks!
Seeing that this group of young people was so impressive and popular, Yang Si felt sour in his heart.
Thinking back to those years, he was also flushed with success and was the ideal husband in the hearts of countless beautiful ladies.
Yang Si twirled his neatly trimmed beard and showed some sadness on his face.
"Wenbin, do you think I'm really old?"
He touched his face secretly. It felt good. In the words of the audience in the streaming room, it was full of collagen.
Han Yu was riding on a horse and silently looked at the people who were welcoming them. Everyone's face was filled with enthusiasm, respect, and joy from the bottom of their hearts. It reminded him of when he was young, when the emperor of Dongqing went out to worship the heavens, and the government runners forced the people to come out to cheer and kneel to welcome the emperor. When he compared the memory of his youth with the scene in front of him, he could immediately tell which one was real.
Before he could recover from his memories, a few yellow sachets were thrown at him in a daze.
Looking in the direction of the flying traces, he saw a few pretty girls boldly expressing their love to him. Han Yu blushed.
Yang Si happened to disturb him again, and Han Yu got rid of the awkward atmosphere.
Han Yu said bluntly, "Do you think you are very young?"
If Yang Si was a few years older, he would be old enough to be a grandfather.
"Men are thirty-one flowers! Of course, I am young. "
Although Yang Si's age could be rounded up to four, he looked like he was in his early thirties just by looking at his appearance.
Han Yu glanced at Li Yun, Xie Ze, and the other little fresh meats, who had received so many flowers that their hands were sore. He then looked at the old bacon, Yang Si, and smiled without saying a word.
Yang Si: "…"
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It was one thing for Han Yu to crush the two armies, but now that they were on the same side, why was Han Yu still against him?
Yang Si had an ominous premonition. Could it be that he wouldn't be able to turn things around in the future?
The cheers of the people were like a tsunami.
Han Yu looked at her back and tightened his grip on the reins.
In a trance, he seemed to see the other party wearing a dragon robe, walking up the stairs step by step.
Perhaps, she was the final destination.
Han Yu smiled faintly. He seemed to be influenced by the enthusiasm of the people around him, and his mood became more and more joyful.
Feng Zhen, Feng Jin, and the others had been waiting for a long time. Each of them craned their necks, waiting for the army to appear.
"He's here, he's here —"
"My Lord and the others are back!"
Seeing the commotion in the crowd from afar, the long-awaited army slowly appeared in sight.
The second floor of the streets on both sides of the street was filled with onlookers. Most of them had only heard of Jiang Pengji's name, but they had never seen her in person.
No matter how famous she was in the outside world, if they didn't see her with their own eyes, it would be unrealistic.
"Is the woman leading the army the Duke of Lanting?" A certain scholar tried hard to control his manners. He couldn't be like those ordinary people who leaned against the window and stretched half of his body out, but he couldn't help but stretch his neck. After taking a look, he said, "She's indeed not an ordinary woman."
Jiang Pengji was wearing the improved clothes for women. She looked crisp and elegant, and she would definitely become a fashion vane in Wanzhou.
"If she's an ordinary woman, what would Xu Bei from Zhe County be?" Another scholar said with a smile, "I thought the Duke of Lanting would be a strong and sturdy woman with dark skin like a boor. Looking at her now, it seems that although her appearance isn't stunning, it's not bad either."
Many people had heard of Jiang Pengji's deeds. An image of a strong and sturdy man appeared in their minds.
Who would have thought that she would be considered a beauty?
"I heard that the Duke of Lanting hasn't gotten married yet. I wonder what kind of man would be able to catch her eye?"
"It can't be you or me!"
"That's strange. Why hasn't the Duke of Lanting gotten married yet? Her knees are so shabby that it makes people anxious … "
"Yes, yes, anxious!"
Wei Ci's policy of public opinion was still useful. The school of novels had also flourished in the past few years.
There were storytellers on the streets and alleys, in restaurants and tea houses. Every day, people would bring small stools to listen to the stories.
In the past few years, the territory under her rule was filled with brainless fans who sang praises of Jiang Pengji.
Even though many scholars were quite critical of her identity as a woman, after staying in Wanzhou for a long time, they were unknowingly brainwashed.
Before coming to Wanzhou, this was what they thought.
She was just a woman. She could be glorious for a lifetime, but she would eventually marry, have children, and retire.
After coming to Wanzhou, this was what they thought.
Ah ah ah — how could my Duke of Lanting be so handsome, so beautiful, so wise, so powerful, so unparalleled in the world!!!
They were frantically cheering for the Duke of Lanting!
A new scholar who had just arrived opened his mouth.
"Hmph, maybe she has some unspeakable illness? Besides, which man would want such a rebellious woman? "
As soon as he finished speaking, he attracted a dozen unfriendly gazes from the teahouse.
Someone retorted and mocked, "What a joke. A great hero like the Duke of Lanting should have carefully selected the best in the world. There are countless men and women in Wanzhou who are waiting for her favor. You are all frogs in a well. What you said just now is really hilarious. "
The new scholar's face turned green and white.
He couldn't stay any longer, so he simply flicked his sleeves and left. When he went downstairs, he saw a few figures in blue and white holding onto the handrails as they went up to a private room on the second floor.
"Wow — so impressive —"
Sun Lan was wearing the blue and white school uniform of the Golden Scale Academy. She had two blue bags slung across her shoulders. There were a few books in the bags.
According to normal times, they should still be in class at the Golden Scale Academy.
However, the children wanted to see the world, so they begged their parents to apply for an hour's leave from the academy and came to watch the fun.
Sun Lan and Qiguan Jinghui used both hands to lean against the window. They widened their eyes and carefully searched for their target.
"Jinghui, that's Uncle Qiguan!"
Sun Lan's eyes were bright, and he immediately found his target. Qiguan Jinghui looked in the direction he was pointing, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Daddy — Daddy —"
She called out in the direction of the crowd, but the cheers around her were too loud and completely drowned out her voice.
Seeing this, Qiguan Jinghui pouted. Sun Lan raised a hand and patted her shoulder.
"You'll see Uncle later. Jinghui, don't be disappointed or sad."
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