In a pavilion ten li away from Chang 'an, many people were waiting for Royal Prince Gaoyang's carriage.
Although the five sons of the Prince of Xiang had left the capital at the same time as Wu Chongxun, they had deliberately delayed their journey and arrived at Chang 'an at the same time as Wu Chongxun and his wife. This saved the Chang' an officials a lot of trouble.
Today, only Liu Qiaotian and the county magistrates of Chang 'an and Wannian counties had come to greet Wu Chongxun and his wife. After all, this was a relative of the emperor and not a court official, so the local officials could not make a big fuss. The others were mainly relatives of the emperor and noble families.
Many dukes and marquises, who rarely went out and rarely saw each other, all showed up today and chatted with each other. Thus, the waiting process was not lonely.
Dugu Yu was also in the welcoming crowd. This time, the Guanlong family had taken advantage of the Shandong gentry's weakened strength to plunder a lot of benefits. Dugu Yu had played a big part in this, so his status in the Guanlong family was now much higher than before. The number of people who greeted him had also increased.
In the forest to the side, Du Wentian looked down at the pavilion and said to Chen Jia, "Are you ready? Don't make any mistakes."
Chen Jia nodded and bowed, "Don't worry, Langjun. I won't make any mistakes."
Du Wentian nodded and reached out to remove the plaster on his nose. The plaster was very sticky and when it was removed, Du Wentian grimaced in pain. Chen Jia circled around him, wanting to help but not daring. Du Wentian clenched his teeth and suddenly tore off the plaster, tears streaming down his face from the pain.
In the distance, a row of carriages appeared with fluttering banners and drums.
There was a commotion in the pavilion as the nobles tidied up their clothes and went forward to greet them. They did not line up neatly like the officials greeting their superiors. When officials greeted imperial envoys, they only needed to line up according to their rank. Those of the same rank could also be lined up according to their status and seniority, so the line was very orderly.
However, these nobles and aristocrats all had similar statuses, so it was inevitable for them to exchange pleasantries. "Duke Zhang, please, Li Weng, please, I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare, thank you for letting me …" Royal Prince Gaoyang, Wu Chongxun, and Princess Anle, Li Guo 'er's carriage could already see clearly.
Half a li away, Chen Jia was hiding in a thicket of wormwood that was half the height of a person. She stared at the guard of honor who was slowly walking over. When she saw that the guard of honor had arrived, Chen Jia tightened her grip on the horsewhip and struck the horse's butt with all her might. The horse let out a miserable neigh as it dragged a cart full of firewood and galloped away.
This Chen Jia was really ruthless. That horsewhip ruthlessly stabbed into the horse's buttocks. Although that horse was an old horse that could not run very fast, suddenly having its buttocks pierced was really unbearable pain. This dash was really as fast as an arrow.
There was a small path from the forest to the official road in front of them. The path was very straight, so although the horse was startled, it ran along the small path out of habit. At the intersection of the small path and the official road, Wu Chongxun's guard of honor had just arrived. The nobles and officials were still trying to be modest when they suddenly heard someone cry out, "The horse is startled, the horse is startled!"
Everyone looked over in surprise and saw a horse pulling a cart full of firewood toward the official road, crashing into Prince Gaoyang and Princess Anle's guard of honor. A coarse clothed coachman chased a few steps with his horsewhip. He discovered that the people on the road were very ostentatious and didn't seem to be easy to deal with. He immediately abandoned the horse and cart and turned around to flee into the forest.
At this time, they finally reacted and all cried out, "Quickly stop the startled horse, don't disturb the prince and princess' carriage!"
Although they said this, who could react in time?
At this time, there was a shout from the side and a fast horse whizzed through the grass on the side of the road, quickly intercepting the startled horse. Because they were about to reach Shili Pavilion, the curtain of the carriage had already been lifted. Princess Anle, who was sitting in the carriage, also saw the startled horse and the rider who was rushing forward without any regard for his own safety.
This rider was very decisive. When he saw that the startled horse pulling the cart full of firewood was unstoppable, he immediately pulled out a snow-white sword. Li Guo 'er's pretty eyes narrowed slightly as she saw the rider rush in front of the startled horse. The sword in his hand swung down and a streak of blood shot up into the sky. This sword was extremely sharp and unexpectedly cut the horse's neck in half.
Although the horse's head was cut off, its momentum didn't decrease. The horse's body collided with the precious horse under the rider's legs. The precious horse was knocked back a few steps and fell to the ground with a loud crash. The rider on the horse rolled a few steps and when he got up, his face was covered in blood. It was unknown whether it was horse blood or his head was injured.
If Yang Fan was here and saw this scene, he would give him a thumbs up and praise, "Great minds think alike!"
The person who stopped the startled horse was Du Wentian. This move of his was similar to the one Yang Fan had used on Vermilion Bird Avenue. However, Yang Fan had been injured by an arrow and wouldn't be able to recover in a few months. He had to find a way to justify his injury and Du Wentian's move was to cover up his embarrassment of being injured so that he wouldn't be ridiculed by others.
Yesterday evening, the second steward of the Du Residence hurried to Chang 'an to see Gui Wentian. Du Wentian didn't avoid meeting him. He and Du Jingting were father and son and were destined to be the head of the Du Residence in the future. If he told the steward to shut up, how could the steward dare to meddle?
The steward conveyed Du Jingting's order for him to come out and welcome Royal Prince Gaoyang. Du Wentian couldn't help but worry. He didn't dare to disobey his father's orders, but how could he face others in this state? No matter how he thought about it, Chen Jia was smart enough to help him think of such a solution.
Although Du Wentian wasn't good at fighting, his horsemanship was excellent and he also had a sword that could cut through iron like mud. He was able to play the role of a righteous man who stopped a startled horse.
Du Wentian's face was covered in blood as he was supported in front of Wu Chongxun and Li Guo 'er. Wu Chongxun couldn't help but go forward to comfort him and express his gratitude. Li Guo 'er also got off the carriage and said with a smile, "What is this Langjun's name?"
Du Wentian was covering his nose with a handkerchief and mumbling in response to Wu Chongxun when he suddenly heard a sweet voice. He looked over and was immediately stunned. In fact, it wasn't just him. When Li Guo 'er walked out of the carriage, not only were many young people dazed, but many middle-aged men were also stunned.
She wore a jade-green gown and her figure was graceful. Her breasts were soft and her waist was thin, and her curves were graceful. Her skin was as white as snow and as smooth as jade. When the sun shone on her, it was as if she was emitting a soft and bright halo. She was so beautiful that she didn't look like a mortal woman, but more like a fairy who had descended to the world.
Even the history books, which had always been concise in language, rarely described her appearance, and would not add any comments, when mentioning Princess An Le, there was a special note: "Her beauty moves the world". One could imagine her unparalleled beauty. Now that she had appeared, she had stunned the entire audience. There were more than one or two people staring at her without blinking.
The Princess Anle of today was no longer the Li Guo 'er who had been buried in the mountains for sixteen years. She knew how beautiful she was. Seeing Du Wentian's dazed look, she smiled arrogantly and said in a gentle voice, "I still haven't asked the name of this Langjun who helped me."
"Ah! Du Wentian from Fan Chuan greets Your Highness! " Du Wentian came back to his senses and quickly bowed. Princess Anle's eyes turned and she said sweetly, "So you are a disciple of the Du family from Fan Chuan. Thank you for your help, Young Master Du."
Du Wentian repeatedly said that he didn't dare to. He lowered his eyes and looked at Princess Anle's dress. He didn't dare to raise his head again, afraid that he would be shocked by Princess Anle's unparalleled beauty and embarrass himself. However, he didn't know if it was just a psychological effect, but he felt that she was beautiful just by looking at her dress and the slightly exposed embroidered shoes.
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When the Chang 'an officials brought Wu Chongxun and his wife into Chang' an, Abdullah brought his little attendant Abbas to the island in the middle of the lake to pay his respects to Yang Fan.
Abdullah came to bid farewell to Yang Fan. He was Shen Mu's subordinate, but his identity as an Arab merchant was not fake. Arab merchants were the agents of a merchant and they were entrusted by the merchant to travel thousands of miles to foreign lands to do business. These merchants were usually wealthy merchants who could rival a country and were respectfully called Tadeji.
Abdullah had a Tadeji in Dashi and another in the Tang dynasty. The Tadeji in the Tang dynasty was naturally Shen Mu. Abdullah was the bridge that connected the two rich Tadeji in the Tang dynasty and the Abbasid Caliphate.
Abdullah's business was very big. On this return trip, he brought a total of 500 camels with him, and the whole team had thousands of people. The caravan was now gathering at the northern suburbs of Chang 'an. Abdullah took a break from his busy schedule and came here to bid farewell to Yang Fan.
On the embroidered couch, Wan 'er's slender fingers, which had been dyed with nail polish, gently wrapped around the jade flute. Her red lips, which were not even a speck of red, gently leaned forward. Her starry eyes were half open and half closed. Her shyness was extremely seductive. She opened her mouth and was about to play a heavenly tune when she suddenly knocked on the window three times.
Abdullah rushed to the island in the middle of the lake. Lan Yiqing, who was patrolling outside, asked him about his purpose and hurried back to knock on the window to warn him. The window was closed, so the people outside naturally did not know what was happening inside. But Wan 'er was about to do that shameful thing and could not help but feel ashamed.
When Yang Fan heard the three knocks on the window, he knew that there was a guest looking for him. He could only suppress his desire and hurriedly got up, leaped over the wall and quietly returned to his residence. The two villas were very close to each other. Outside the back of the house was a desolate bush, so it was very convenient for him to sneak around.
"Hahaha, my dear friend, Abdullah is about to return to Dashi. Today, I have specially come to bid farewell to you!" When Abdullah saw Yang Fan walk into the living room, he opened his arms and welcomed him with a laugh. Yang Fan was in a very bad mood. Any man who had his plans ruined at such a crucial moment would not be in a good mood.
Yang Fan pulled a long face and cupped his hands, saying, "This trip to Arabia is full of dangers and obstacles. I wish you a safe journey! It is a pity that I, Yang, am busy with work and cannot host a farewell banquet for you. "
Abdullah said, "I will leave immediately and have no time to drink. I have only made two friends in the east. One is Shen Mu and the other is your Majesty. Before we leave, I have a big gift for you! "
Abdullah winked at Yang Fan mysteriously and said, "Last time, I wanted to give you a few beauties but you did not want them. This time, I believe that you will definitely accept it. She is too beautiful. She is the pearl of the desert. I believe that you must be itching to ride her. "
Yang Fan had known him for a long time and knew that the nomadic Abbasid Caliphate people were used to 'riding' to express their sexual love. He thought that Abdullah was going to give him another beauty. But this time, Yang Fan did not reject him. He really did not want to be a monk anymore. If Abdullah was going to give him another beauty, he decided to … half refuse and half accept!
Yang Fan, whose willpower had been tortured by his desire, was dragged out of the living room by Abdullah. Pointing to the courtyard, Abdullah proudly said, "Look! Isn't she beautiful? She is a charming little beauty. Look at her graceful waist, look at her beautiful fur. Don't tell me that you don't want to ride her? "
Yang Fan stared blankly at the little beauty in Abdullah's words. The little beauty raised her head and playfully snorted at him. This is a very beautiful Arabian filly.
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