At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"You should go and say goodbye to your mother."

"These past two days, she learned that you were going on a long journey, and she couldn't sleep and cried every night."

After Xu Yinqiu packed his bags, he went to Madam Xu's yard with the head of the Xu family.

Mrs. Xu was caught off guard by the father and daughter, and tears were still on her face, which she had not wiped away.

Xu Yinqiu pretended not to see it and said in the same tone as before, "Mom, while I'm away, please help me find a good husband."

Madam Xu asked with red eyes, "Why? Are you willing to give up your male favorites now?"

"No way, how could I, Xu Yinqiu, give up the entire pond just for a fish!"

"I have to leave a descendant for our Xu family!"

"Mom, let me tell you, this man's family background can be bad, but the character of his whole family must be good!"

"He has to be good-looking, otherwise my daughter won't be able to do it. He also has to be tall, not short."

"Otherwise, let's go to Patriarch Xu, he's a short squash, that won't work!"

Xu Yinqiu counted out his requests one by one.

Hearing this, Mrs. Xu and the head of the Xu family wished they could pack her up right away and send her to the Xie family's team heading west.

Madam Xu looked at the beams of the house and said speechlessly, "...Do you think a family like this would be willing to accept someone as a son-in-law?"

"Why not? Isn't that my brother?"

"Besides, my daughter isn't ugly!"

Master Xu and Madam Xu: "......"

"Is there a possibility that your brother doesn't have a bad reputation?"

Xu Yinqiu sneered, "A man who flirts with other women is considered a playboy. I just keep a few pretty male favorites, so I'm considered a playboy."

Madam Xu looked worried, "It's not impossible, but the world is very harsh on women."

"Isn't mother worried about you going outside Jiangling and being slandered by others?"

Xu Yinqiu said indifferently: "Just say it, if you are not envied, you are a mediocre person."

"Some people are proud of their chastity arches, but for me, Xu Yinqiu, only others can build chastity arches for me."

If Xie Yuheng were here, he would have given him a thumbs up for such unorthodox words.

But Xu's parents only felt a throbbing pain in their heads after hearing this.

Patriarch Xu pressed his aching temple and said, "Go quickly... Go, go, your father will see you off."

Father's love is like smoke, which will be blown away by the wind...

In the afternoon, outside the north gate of Jiangling.

Led by Xie Mu, they set out on the journey westward with students who volunteered to support Liangzhou.

They had to go to Xiangyang first, then enter Yizhou from Xiangyang, and then go to Liangzhou in the northwest, which could save a lot of distance.

But... Patriarch Xu looked at one of the groups of people, each of whom was carrying a large iron pot, and thought they must be the students in the kitchen of Xie's Academy.

The corners of his mouth twitched, he always felt that this team was not very reliable.

Which kind of good person would bring a pot to war? I am really impressed! It is not like there is no food in the army...

As the head of the Xu family was thinking about it, he saw two students who were taking the blame passing by him and chatting.

"It's a pity that white sugar is too expensive, otherwise I would show off my sugar coloring skills!"

Patriarch Xu: "......"

......

At the end of March, I went to Beijing.

The provincial examination, which was supposed to be held in April, was temporarily postponed due to the war.

Anyway, there are enough people in the court, so there is no rush to hold the imperial examination.

This caused many scholars to beat their chests and stamp their feet in regret that they had not taken the exam at the right time.

Many literati gave up writing and joined the army, while others got drunk reading history books every day.

Not only to clear Xie Qian's name and find sufficient information, but also to compile a book...

One day, Daliang will be destroyed.

With books as a mirror, the tradition that has lasted for thousands of years would not be broken.

And on Suzaku Street, a team was also ordered to go to the Western Regions.

The leader, holding a banner, was Xie Zhuqing.

The road ahead is long and the mountains are high, the customs and people are different, and no one knows what the road ahead will be like.

But when the nest is overturned, who can remain unscathed?

......

Early April, Wuwei County, Liangzhou.

Marching is different from transmitting urgent military reports. People and horses are replaced every certain distance, and the process continues day and night without stopping.

They travelled for several days in a row, and only when the horses rested during the day did the men rest as well.

Even soldiers who have been training for years feel pain all over their bodies.

On the other hand, Marquis Jiangling, who they thought was unreliable at the beginning, remained calm and composed, and never complained about the hard work.

That night, we camped in the wild.

Chu Chen didn't care about his image and just lay on the ground.

He cried out weakly, "How far is it to Yumen Pass? My old bones feel like they are about to fall apart."

Xie Yuheng was wearing a plain shirt reflecting the firelight, with a red jade ring around his waist shining brightly, and his expression was indifferent.

She said, "Based on our current daily schedule, we'll be there around the eighth day of the first lunar month."

Chu Chen's eyes went dark when he heard this. He turned over and supported his head with his hands.

His eyes were fixed on Xie Yuheng's roasted rabbit leg in his hand.

"Sure enough, this prince is born to be the free and easy prince."

"I can't bear this kind of suffering at all!"

Xie Yuheng raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips, "Your Majesty's understanding of himself is much clearer than that of ordinary people."

"Of course."

Chu Chen raised his eyebrows. "As an emperor, you have to worry about the people's livelihood. Even which concubine to favor has to be dictated by the censors."

"It's so nice to be a prince. You don't have to take care of things. As long as you don't do evil, you can do whatever you want."

Xie Yuheng just listened to this but did not respond.

For a moment, the only sound was the crackling of burning firewood and the low voices of other soldiers not far away.

When the aroma of rabbit meat wafted into the air, Chu Chen sniffed, sat up with an effort, and then sat next to Xie Yuheng.

He asked quietly, "Can you give me one of those thunder eggs you gave to the prince?"

"It's no use asking me, Your Majesty. You have to ask it. That's the egg it laid."

Xie Yuheng raised his chin and motioned Chu Chen to look at a small white ball beside him.

To be honest, that bird was the most beautiful bird Chu Chen had ever seen!

Chu Chen's mouth twitched, "Do you think I'm the four-year-old kid that Zheng'er is fooling around with?"

Xie Yuheng asked sincerely, "How could that be?"

"Your Highness is almost forty years old, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are enough to kill a mosquito. He doesn't look like a four-year-old child at all."

Chu Chen gritted his teeth, "...How come a good person has a big mouth!"

After saying that, he turned his back, took out a bronze mirror from his bag, looked at himself, and muttered quietly, "There aren't many wrinkles on my face."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuheng coughed lightly and turned the rabbit leg over.

Sometimes, Chu Chen and Chu Zheng, uncle and nephew, are almost childish...

After dinner, everyone fell asleep to the rustling of leaves.

Due to the fatigue from the journey, the snoring soon became continuous.

The next day, it was the hour of Yin and the sun had just risen.

After feeding the horses, they set off again. The further west they went, the more desolate the country became.

Not only are green leaves and red flowers rare.

Also, on the road we often encountered people who had moved eastward to escape the war, who were dragging their families with them, looking exhausted and dusty.