"Sambo, which dignitary is getting married today? Why is the street so busy?"
Ning Yujin leaned against the window sill on the second floor with a plate of melon and fruit preserves. She bent one leg casually and ate melon seeds leisurely while glancing down casually.
Outside is the main street from Shengjing to Daye Imperial City. There are restaurants and tea shops lined up in rows, traffic is busy with traders and footmen, and from time to time there is a carriage of a certain nobleman who is waiting for the earl. It is the most prosperous on weekdays.
But no matter how lively it is, it's not as lively as it is today.
The streets were cheerful and bustling, with people squeezing and stamping their feet, but not many people were doing business.
Those little girls and wives who usually hide in front of their homes and never leave the house now all come out to join in the fun, and they are packed together even more fiercely and fiercely than the men. Their ferocious appearance is truly terrifying.
If you are rich, you can spend a lot of money to buy the private rooms of restaurants facing the street on both sides. Young ladies stick their heads out of the windows on the second floor and keep looking around.
Sanbao walked over slowly, carrying the freshly brewed scented tea: "Oh, ancestor, you don't know that today, Prince Ding returns to the court. This news spread all over the sky more than a month ago."
"Prince Ding." Ning Yujin nodded thoughtfully and continued to eat melon seeds.
I have heard his name for a long time but have never seen him.
"If he is not King Ding, who else can have such charisma that he can make men, women and children from all over Shengjing greet him just to catch a glimpse of him?" Sanbao seems to be a die-hard admirer of King Ding. Whenever he mentions King Ding, he holds his hands in his hands.
On the chest, there are only two eyes that have peach hearts.
"You don't even know that when I think of him going deep behind enemy lines alone, picking off the enemy general's helmet with a silver spear, and taking on an army of 100,000 men alone, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night!"
"I heard you've read too many books." Ning Yujin couldn't help but rolled her eyes.
Against an army of 100,000 men alone, Mo Jingxiao was no longer a human, but a monster.
"Hey, little ancestor, when you see King Ding today, you will know that what I said is true!"
"Not interested in."
"Then just take a look. Anyway, the location here occupies the right time and place, and it is definitely the best place to watch." Sanbao said, retreating instead of advancing.
Ning Yujin thought about it and nodded.
Sanbao was overjoyed, but heard her say: "Since the observation position of this box is so advantageous, then you go and shout, this box will be given to whoever pays ten times the price."
"You are not short of these two dollars." Sanbao immediately suppressed his excitement and said in a low voice with his mouth pouted.
Ning Yujin was about to educate him on the meaning of "it's easy to spend money but hard to make money" when she heard a deafening cheer outside. She was stunned and Sanbao had already run to the window.
"It's coming, it's coming! The God of War of Daye is back!"
"Then Mo Jingxiao, is he really that charming?" Ning Yujin muttered to herself, then raised her eyes to look across the street.
Regarding the story about Prince Mo Jingxiao of Ding, the storytellers in restaurants and teahouses have already compiled 99 and 81 versions. They travel to various teahouses in Shengjing every day, vividly recounting his heroic deeds.
For example: one person can fight an army of 100,000 people alone or something like that.
Another example: He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, black hair and blue hairpins, and an outstanding bearing.
I guess the latter is what makes the young girls and wives of Shengjing so crazy.
She sneered softly. The mighty team returning to Beijing had passed halfway, and the shadow of ink came into her eyes so suddenly.
Such a long queue and so many people.
However, only he caught her eye.
A man in a black robe and a horse, one person and one horse, shuttled among thousands of people, but they seemed to be aloof from the world. It was as if there was an invisible aura around him, isolating him from this noisy world.
Looking from a distance, the eyebrows and eyes are not very clear, but the outline of the face that has been polished by the wind and frost of the battlefield is vaguely angular, which is really eye-catching.
"Click——"
Ning Yujin cracked open a melon seed and clicked her tongue: "It turns out that those who tell stories are not liars."
A note to readers:
He said: If you are poisonous wine, I will drink it. If you are in hell, I will follow you there.
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