In the middle of April, the fifth year of Jian'an.
A mighty team set off from Lingzhi City and headed for the ancient Guzhu Kingdom.
The arriving caravan became much larger due to the hundreds of workers and Hu herdsmen allocated by Master Gongsun's family.
Gongsun Jing once asked Gongsun Yan if he wanted some young people in the family to follow him to Lulong.
Although he coveted these educated children of aristocratic families, Gongsun Yan declined for the time being.
No matter how talented these grandsons and grandsons are, they will only care about the family, and everything they think and do will belong to the Gongsun family.
The foundation of their entrepreneurial team is too weak. If they mix in the children of these aristocratic families before the foundation is stable, they will be helpless, and they will have to worry about being robbed by the alliance and eventually marrying others.
Therefore, even if she lacks a large number of middle and lower-level officials to manage affairs, she still does not dare to misuse the children of the Gongsun family.
At this time, Gongsun Yan could understand Gongsun Zan's difficulties in not using the children of aristocratic families.
In addition to the fact that he was born a concubine and had a hard time at home, which made him hate the aristocratic family, there was another factor.
She originally thought that her refusal would make Gongsun Jing unhappy, but she didn't expect that Gongsun Jing seemed to have expected that she would make this decision. He nodded with a half-smile and asked her to leave.
In terms of perspective, even after seeing ten Gongsun Yan, he couldn't figure out what her grandfather was thinking, so he didn't think about it casually.
After staying at Master Gongsun's house for a few days, she had no worries about food and clothing, and no longer had to worry about her life and safety. While sorting out the household registration list sent by the steward of Gongsun's family, she enjoyed the corrupt life of a noble daughter of a noble family in the late Han Dynasty for a few days.
Since the first day of negotiations, Gongsun Jing seemed to have often asked the siblings to have meals in the main courtyard in order to ease the relationship.
I also asked Gongsun Cheng a few questions, but Gongsun Cheng was very repulsive to strangers.
Obviously Gongsun Jing, as an older generation, did not like such a timid boy, and he once expressed his intention to take Gongsun Cheng by his side to educate him.
But Gongsun Yan was not willing to leave him here alone, so he had no choice but to promise to pay attention to Gongsun Cheng's education issues in the future, and then the matter was dismissed.
Gongsun Xuan knew that he couldn't get what he wanted, so he never showed up again. I don't know if he realized that he was annoying, or if he was holding back something bad.
Compared to Gongsun Xuan, who is annoying but self-conscious, Gongsun Jing is left speechless.
It seemed as if Gongsun Yan had made conditions and accepted the compensation, and everything in the past had been settled.
This eldest uncle tried his best to appear to be extremely caring for his younger generation, but he always told her to avoid him.
Just like this time.
"Ms. Gongsun." Zhao Yun rode to the window of the parallel carriage. "Gongsun Prefect is on the bridge in front, setting up a banquet to see you off."
Zhao Yun also hesitated for a moment. He did not expect that there would be people in the world who were so addicted to their own world and enjoying themselves.
After saying that, he saw Gongsun Yan sitting in the car downcast and rolled his eyes.
It was only over a hundred miles from Lingzhi City to Guzhu Manor, and the journey of less than two days made him feel as if he was about to go to Jiaozhou.
Gongsun Yan just wanted to leave quietly and didn't want to act with others.
Seeing that she had a worried look on her face and was about to throw down the curtain at any moment, Zhao Yun lowered his voice and said comfortingly: "Gongsun Prefect, you have good intentions... It is impossible not to have contact with her in the future."
Even though he was extremely unhappy, Gongsun Yan understood that what Zhao Yun said was reasonable. As the governor of Western Liaoning, Gongsun Jing would inevitably have to deal with him in the future. If he avoided this time, there would be another time.
At this time, people outside the city are coming and going, and it is too indifferent, which is not good for everyone.
Helplessly exhaling a long breath, Gongsun Yan put on the shoes that Alan bent down to give.
I just set out from the city this time, so I don't need much freshening up.
When he got out of the carriage, he saw a tall and splendid black horse following Zhao Yun. It had raven-colored fur and was as smooth as satin. It was the war horse given to him by Gongsun Jing.
It didn't take much effort for Zhao Yun to tame it at Gongsun's horse farm, and from then on he had a clingy follower.
It is wild, fierce, and extremely jealous. Even Zhao Yun has to raise his hooves when riding on the original white horse, completely ignoring that it is the latecomer.
He was also very unfriendly to Gongsun Yan.
Seeing its satin-like fur, Gongsunyan reached out and touched its neck, and it opened its mouth to bite.
"Hei Yun!" Zhao Yun naturally caught its movement and scolded it severely.
By the way, Zhao Yun's original white horse was named Baiyun.
Gongsun Yan was quite amused by this random naming method, and wondered if he would be called Hongyun if he were Red Rabbit.
Heiyun was not willing to accept his master's hold on the reins and scolded him severely.
Gongsunyan liked to look at its pitiful appearance, so he reached out and touched its forehead unscrupulously.
Then he quickly retracted his hand, causing Heiyun to snort again, stomping his front hooves in dissatisfaction, digging a small hole in the ground.
Zhao Yun walked helplessly between them and separated them one by one.
"Mrs. Gongsun." He sighed, why was he so childish? What if he didn't check for a moment and let Hei Yun hurt her.
"Zilong, you are not allowed to be fond of the new and dislike the old, and you are not allowed to be partial." As he walked forward, Gongsun Yan warned, "You are not allowed to neglect Baiyun."
He doesn't like the new or hate the old, nor is he partial to others. He treats Baiyun equally well.
The look of helplessness on Zhao Yun's face became even heavier. It was Lady Gongsun who was clearly partial to her. No matter whether it was fruit or candy, she always wanted to give Bai Yun more, and she always looked at Hei Yun's face.
Unknowingly, the two of them were walking side by side.
Alan peeked out of the car, covered his mouth and chuckled, making Ah Qing puzzled.
The hundreds of workers in the convoy carrying large and small bags were wearing relatively bright Gebu clothes. Compared with the residents of Yangqiuli, their situation was obviously much better.
They whispered to each other and then lowered their heads.
There was also a group of barbarians in ragged clothes and turbans, with lice crawling faintly among the wisps of turbans and beards. They looked up quickly, then lowered their heads humbly.
I don’t know whether they were originally Wuhuan people or Xianbei Huns. After being defeated by Aduna’s tribe, the old people and children were killed on the spot, the women were taken away, and the young and middle-aged men were sold as slaves to the Han Dynasty.
Even in the manor, they were slaves with the lowest status and limited physical status. They did not understand the language. They were kept in one place, raising horses and grazing for their masters, and had no contact with the Han people.
But both sides felt the same uneasiness in their hearts at this moment. They didn't know whether leaving Lingzhi would be a blessing or a curse.
He only glanced anxiously at the young girl who walked to the front of the motorcade under the escort of mighty knights. She would be their future master.
"Ayan." Gongsun Jing strode forward with a very kind smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand. The scholar Qingxu who accompanied him the previous two times was no longer there.
After coping with it for a while, Gongsun Yan didn't pay much attention to what other poems her uncle was reciting with gorgeous words.
Several people stood on the bridge, and the breeze on the moat gently ruffled their clothes.
As if thinking of something, Zhao Yun, taking advantage of his tall body, reached out to the willow tree at the head of the bridge and broke off a new willow branch high up.
He turned around and handed it to Gongsun Yan.
Gongsun Yan was startled and didn't quite understand what Zhao Yun meant. Zhao Yun didn't explain, but she still reached out to take it happily.
Looking at the willow branch in her hand, with buds the size of rice grains sprouting from the brown bark, she felt some emotion in her heart.
He glanced back at the long line of baggage behind him, followed by people who were either ragged or decent.
She tilted her head and glanced at Zhao Yun who was accompanying her, and suddenly remembered this sentence.
Only by knowing where you have been and thinking about where you are going can you know where you are going.
"Let's go, Zilong! Let's start again."
"promise!"
(End of Volume 1)
(I finished the first volume after much stumbling and revision. Thank you readers for your tolerance.)