The prince's personal bodyguard

Xuancheng was not far ahead, and I planned to stay there tonight. Since it was summer, I was a little thirsty on the road, so I bought some tea from a roadside stall.

As soon as they sat down, they heard a conversation at the table next to them.

"I heard that the emperor intends to arrange marriages for several princes of appropriate age during this Qianqiu Festival. There is also news that he will select talents to choose princes-in-law for the seventh and eighth princesses." said an older, dark-faced man in his thirties.

"That's right, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people going to Kyoto. This year's Chiaki Festival will definitely be more lively than previous years!" said the man with a long white beard next to him, who was about twenty years old.

"Also, I heard that the old prince and princess consort of Prince Rong's mansion have also come from their fiefdom to find a concubine for Prince Rong!"

"Have you heard of any young lady from that family?"

"Who else could it be? It must be Lin Wan'er, the third daughter of the Princess's family, the Lin Mansion? It's a close relationship! I heard that the betrothal gifts have been prepared."

"Yes, only a gorgeous and talented woman like Lin Wan'er can be a good match for our God of War. Last year, the four great beauties from all over the country gathered in Kyoto during the Qianqiu Festival. It was so lively that I also went to Kyoto. I took a look from afar and found that Lin Wan'er was the prettiest."

"Among the four beauties, two have already married. Hua Lanxin, the eldest daughter of the Jiangnan family Hua's, has married the crown prince and become the crown princess. Miss Feng Wei from General Feng's family and the second prince also got married last month. The only two left are the eighth princess Zhao Ziyan and Lin Wan'er, and I wonder who will get the first prize? Well, anyway, we can forget about it in this lifetime, hahahahaha..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You still want to have that good thing. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself to see how old you are? You already have three children. If your wife hears you, she will beat you to death, hahahaha..."

"Hey, do you know? According to palace gossip, the Eighth Princess also likes Prince Rong." The dark-faced man seemed to lower his voice, but in fact his voice was not low at all.

"Oh, that's going to be exciting..."

Because they were so close, the two of them spoke loudly and without reservation. Every word of their words entered the ears of several people.

"These two stinky men are so gossipy! Ah Dai looked at them with disdain, ran to the black-faced man's tea bowl, took a dump, and flew away.

"Hey, what kind of bird is this? Look, I've caught it and I'll skin it alive!" The black-faced man dropped the tea bowl and chased after Ah Dai.

"Drink it, if you drink it you'll have good luck and get to marry a princess!" Ah Dai challenged as he flew.

Everyone drinking tea around burst into laughter.

Qingyun and Jiuguan are so smart. The master asked them to follow Bai Xinyin for so long. They are the only two people of their level in the palace. For more than ten years, they only go out for important tasks and are asked to report daily situations. They are not blind and can see most of it. They know it in their hearts, but they don't say it. As secret guards, they don't say a word that shouldn't be said, and they don't ask a question. They just follow orders, but it doesn't mean they are stupid, right?

I heard people talking about it, but I didn't know the exact situation in Kyoto, and I was worried about my master. What kind of gossip is this?

In fact, they were not worried. The master always acted with principles. If he wanted to marry Lin Wan'er, why didn't he do it earlier? Why wait until now? They thought to themselves, "We understand, but who doesn't understand?"

The two exchanged glances and looked at Bai Xinyin. Bai Xinyin's face looked a little bad. She felt like she had a stomachache. Did she drink tea?

They had almost finished their tea and were about to get up and leave.

In the distance, dust was flying. A hundred or so horses were galloping from afar. Most of them were wearing foreign costumes, and there were more than ten Zhao soldiers accompanying them. The leader was a man who was estimated to be more than 1.8 meters tall, with a sturdy figure, hair combed back, sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, a clear face, and strong and resolute lines. High cheekbones and deep eye sockets outlined a handsome face. He wore an earring in his left ear and had a few braids on his head. He was born with nobility and confidence, which made people want to take a look.

Yes, Bai Xinyin couldn't help but take a look. At this moment, the man flew past on his horse and looked at Bai Xinyin with an evil smile. Bai Xinyin felt a sense of déjà vu and shuddered.

"The Huns are coming!"

"The Xiongnu King Gudufeng is here too!" Now there was something exciting to watch. The people in the tea stall immediately became excited and gathered around to watch. In an instant, they had a new topic of gossip.

When the dust settled, several people got on the carriage and headed straight for Xuancheng.

After entering the city, Xuancheng's Tianyi Pavilion had already sent people to wait at the city gate, but as soon as Bai Xinyin and his group arrived, they immediately went to greet them.

Tianyi Pavilion was naturally built in the most prosperous place in Xuancheng and was already full of guests.

Xuancheng is not big, but it is also very prosperous. Seeing that it is still early, Bai Xinyin wants to go to Xinglin Hall in Xuancheng to take a look. He hasn't been down the mountain for a few months, so he might as well go out and buy some things.

Zixuan and Zisu were tired and didn't want to go, so they rested in the building. They just asked Nanxing and A'Luo to follow them. As soon as they went out, a bird flew over their left shoulder, and Meijiu followed them: "Master, wait for me, I'll go too!"

Bai Xinyin had no choice but to let the two of them follow.

The four people and one bird first came to Xinglin Hall. In order to take care of each other, the two shops were not far from each other and were only a few steps away.

When Bai Xinyin arrived at the shop, she saw that the medicines were arranged in an orderly manner, the waiters were polite and the prices were fair. Even though it was almost closing time, there were still many people coming to get medicine. She felt relieved. It turned out that Qingdai was an expert in management.

The shopkeeper knew Qingdai, but had never seen Bai Xinyin. Bai Xinyin usually did not go to the shops in these small towns. There were so many Xinglintangs in Jiuzhou that it was impossible to inspect them all. However, the shopkeepers of every Xinglintang knew that the master behind them was the Medical Saint in Yaowang Valley, and he was also very tough in doing business.

Bai Xinyin thought that they should not disturb the shop owner, and was about to call everyone to go out together when they heard a commotion coming from the street, as if someone was rushing to Xinglin Hall.

I saw several Huns wearing foreign clothes, carrying a person into the pharmacy in a panic. The person was red-faced and had difficulty breathing.

The doctor on duty was just about to pack up and go back, but when he saw someone coming, he hurried over to take a look.

The few Huns who didn't speak Chinese were chattering and gesticulating, trying to figure out what was wrong with this guy's throat.

At this time, a fat man came up from behind, panting. He came to the store and held on to the door frame, panting for a while: "He...he...was stuck by a chicken bone! Oh my god, I'm so tired..."

The doctor looked at the patient's pain and seemed to have no better solution. He asked people to pat his back, poke the inside with chopsticks, and pull his tongue.

But it was no use. The man was getting worse and worse and was about to suffocate. At this time, a man walked in. He was the leader of the group of horsemen we met during the day. He looked around coldly and said in fluent Zhao dialect: "I don't think the medical skills of Zhao are that good. Is this the best clinic in the city? Let's smash it!"

Extremely arrogant!

After saying that, he waved his hand and ordered his servants to start smashing the clinic.