The first thousand and eighty-eight chapters swagger
"Thank you, Your Highness."
After thanking him, all the soldiers on duty at the city gate stood up.
"Let go!"
As the soldier who just insisted on the documents and tokens spoke, and then took two steps back, the other soldiers also moved away and put away the spears in their hands.
After that, Di Xin didn't speak anymore.
As Wei San uttered the word "departure", the motorcade began to move slowly again. More than thirty people escorted the two carriages through the city gate.
Excluding the last time he sneaked back to rescue Song Qianwei, Di Xin returned to the capital again after about three years.
But this time, he is no longer the submissive fifth prince, but the Northern Xinjiang Zhenguan General with a illustrious record.
"Don't go too fast, give others some time to react."
"yes."
As Di Xin's voice came from the carriage, the motorcade, which was originally running at a normal speed, slowed down again.
Two carefully built carriages and more than thirty guards on war horses.
Their speed is actually only a little faster than the speed of ordinary people walking on the road with their legs.
…
At noon, this is the time when there are the largest number of people on the street and it is also the most lively time.
In a prosperous place like the capital, at noon, the people on the road are densely packed, not to mention rubbing shoulders.
However, starting from the south city gate, a convoy consisting of more than thirty cavalry guards and two carriages occupied almost the entire width of the road.
What's even more outrageous is how slow this team is.
There were more than thirty cavalry guards, each wearing armor, holding spears, and carrying long swords at their waists. Even after months of fighting, the ferocious aura had not completely receded.
On the two carriages, the emblem of the royal family is also very conspicuous.
However, in the capital city, no matter what kind of noble family you are, if you provoke public anger, you will still be scolded if you deserve it.
At this moment, the people who were forced to crowd on both sides of the road because the road was occupied were naturally full of resentment towards the convoy that occupied almost the entire width of the road.
And if you have grievances, you naturally need to vent them.
Naturally, they would not dare to throw vegetables, leaves, and rotten eggs at a prince's motorcade, but they never showed the slightest mercy in their words.
They are people who make a living on the streets, so they are very familiar with the city slang.
Compared with the convoluted language of scholars, the slang is much more straightforward.
Even the guards in the convoy are knives who lick blood with their swords, and are used to spitting a few words on weekdays, but scolding others is one thing, and being scolded is another matter.
Still under this unreasonable situation.
Just a few words blown to their ears by the wind made many guards blush and tighten their spears.
Not angry, but ashamed.
Wei San, who was driving the carriage, naturally felt the resentment of the people carried by the wind.
Seeing that the speed of the motorcade almost offended the people on the road, he asked hesitantly through the car curtain: "Your Highness, do you want to..."
"Need not!"
Although this carriage was specially built, not much effort was made in terms of soundproofing, because some of the whispers of the common people could pass through the gaps between the curtains and curtains and enter the carriage.
And with Di Xin's true state, even if the sound insulation is better, he can still hear the words of those people clearly.
Rao is Di Xin, and this is the first time he knows that language can be "artistic" to such an extent.
But he shook his head and rejected Wei San's proposal through the car curtain.
"Need not!"
"But……"
Wei San wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Di Xin.
"You'll find out later."
"……yes."
Hearing this, Wei San was silent for a moment, but still chose to obey the order.
His reminder just now was out of concern that His Highness might offend those people, but he did not question His Highness's order in the slightest.
As His Highness's personal bodyguard, even if His Highness wants to make enemies of the world, he will choose to follow him.
And he also felt that His Highness, who loved the people like a son in Northern Xinjiang, would not deliberately make fun of those people after returning to the capital.
Your Highness is not someone who enjoys teasing people.
The reason he is confused now is that he has not seen the deep meaning of His Highness's move.
And soon, he knew why His Highness said to wait.
…
In fact, people are not slow. Sometimes they are slow to respond just because they don't think about it.
The carriage has the emblem of a member of the royal family, and a large "Yu" character is embroidered on the flag.
"In the carriage, could it be His Royal Highness Prince Yu who was sent to Northern Xinjiang three years ago?"
When the first person hesitantly revealed the identity of the owner of the team, the others seemed to be enlightened and quickly reacted.
"His Royal Highness King Yu?"
"Are you talking about the fifth prince who caused a big commotion in the Household Department a few years ago?"
"Is it His Royal Highness Prince Yu who is attacking those barbarians?"
"Speaking of which, isn't the word 'Yu' on the flag the same as the word 'Yu' for His Royal Highness Prince Yu?"
"I recognize the markings on the armor of the guards. When I followed my uncle to do business in Northern Xinjiang more than a year ago, the soldiers there had such markings on their armor!"
"It's really the wise king in the carriage!"
"The wise king has returned to the capital!"
As Di Xin's identity was recognized in the carriage, the complaints about being taken over soon turned into cheers all the way.
Even the people in front of the motorcade who originally wanted to speed up and leave the road to avoid being squeezed to both sides stopped when they heard King Yu's name.
No one dared to block the way of a prince, but the already crowded sides were now crowded with people watching the motorcade.
For these people, Northern Xinjiang is too far away, so although they have heard that the living conditions of the people there are getting better and better under the governance of His Royal Highness King Yu, they don't have many specific concepts.
What really made them remember the title "Wise King" was the coal stoves that were now completely popular in Dali.
The popularity of coal stoves has made winters in recent years no longer as difficult as before. The number of deaths due to heating every year has also dropped sharply in recent years.
Because coal stoves were first popularized in northern Xinjiang, the imperial court did not conceal that this item was presented by King Yu.
For three generations, almost every household had a family member who froze to death or suffocated due to heating problems in winter.
And even if people are still alive, there is no guarantee that they will lose their lives due to the same reason in winter.
Therefore, in the hearts of these people, His Royal Highness King Yu, who took the initiative to offer the method of making coal stoves, was the benefactor who saved their lives.
People's ideas are sometimes the simplest.
When the news came back that His Royal Highness King Yu's foundation had been destroyed, many people felt sorry for him and cursed the Turks who had been wiped out by the Northern Xinjiang cavalry.
And how deep the curse was on the Turks at that time, now they found out that the person in the carriage was His Royal Highness King Yu, how enthusiastic they cheered.