The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

After the Lantern Festival and into February, the cold in Changjing still did not ease.

The snow has stopped, but it's still colder than when it was snowing.

The bluestone steps in front of the Duke of Lan's Mansion were cold and hard.

Jingzhao Yin Tang Jizong came out of the door, quickly caught up with the old man who was about to step down the stairs, and asked in a low voice, "Minister Yan, what do you think?"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is extremely intelligent, humble and kind-hearted. He is naturally the best." The old man Yan Xiaoyuan replied. He was the Minister of War. He was over fifty years old, with gray hair and a serious face.

"Tsk, I'm asking about the old Duke!" Tang Jizong was speechless.

Everyone came to the Duke's Mansion to visit the old Duke, and naturally they discussed the old Duke. Who asked about the Crown Prince?

The prince is in good health now, so it is not their turn to worry about him.

Yan Xiaoyuan's shoe soles tapped lightly on the steps. He folded his hands in front of him and looked ahead indifferently. His face was expressionless as usual, and even his voice lacked emotion. "Old Lan is getting weaker and weaker. He falls asleep while talking. How can we see him? His time is running out. Now, the only ones who can be called elders in the court are Duke Lan, General Xiao, and Prince Shen. I am lucky to have a seat. There are fewer and fewer. Who knows when it will be my turn..."

After saying this, he slowly walked down the stairs. The weight and amplitude of his steps seemed to have been measured, neat and mechanical.

After he walked away, Tang Jizong muttered, "He can't cry, can't laugh, can't be happy, can't be sad, can't walk fast, can't talk hurriedly, it hasn't changed in 30 years, his facial expressions and movements are exactly the same, the strange disease he suffers from is really rare."

A gust of cold wind blew, and Tang Jizong shivered. He hurriedly ran to the carriage parked opposite and said, "Let's go to Yinyue Teahouse."

Today, a group of colleagues from the court came to visit the old Duke, and they agreed to have tea at Yinyue Teahouse later. It is just the right time to go now.

The carriage had just arrived at the teahouse, and before Tang Jizong could get off, he heard someone shouting, "First-hand news! First-hand news! General Xiao is about to return to Beijing, and he is already at the outer city pier!"

Tang Jizong suddenly lifted the car curtain and widened his eyes.

He then jumped out of the car and rushed upstairs to the private room he had reserved. Without even catching his breath, he asked a group of colleagues who had already taken their seats, "Did you hear what Bao Baitong said just now?"

There is a type of person in Changjing who is hired by teahouses and restaurants to specifically find out all kinds of gossip in the capital and create topics in the shops as a means of attracting customers.

This kind of person is called Bao Baitong.

The one who was shouting just now was Bao Baitong from Yinyue Teahouse.

The people present had different expressions; they had also heard the news.

"When General Xiao left Beijing, he only relied on his obsession to hold on to his last breath. Everyone thought he would never come back. Who would have thought?"

"After Yu Heng sent someone away from Beijing, he came back alone. At first, I guessed that the old general was staying at a famous doctor's place. Later, when the prince's whereabouts were revealed, I thought he must be in Yuxi Village. But I didn't expect that he actually recovered - recovered, right?"

"In this kind of weather, if someone can travel a long way back to Beijing by boat, he is almost recovered. It's strange. First it was the crown prince, then it was Xiao Birang... one after another, people were brought back to life from the brink of death. Is Yuxi Village so magical?"

“It’s not Yuxi Village that’s magical, it’s the Baixiangcao.”

"Didn't the old Duke drink the Baixiang Tea? What was the result?"

This sentence made a group of officials silent and puzzled.

None of these people have a shortage of Baixiang tea in their homes.

It is really good to drink, it nourishes the body and mind.

But if they attributed all the miracles of the prince and General Xiao to the Baixiangcao, they felt it was impossible.

Even if Baixiangcao is very effective, it is only the first choice for health preservation. It is impossible for a single herb to cure all diseases. Otherwise, how could the old Duke and Minister Yan be troubled by diseases and old age?

what is it?

Yuxi Village, what secrets are hidden in that small village that have not been made public?

Tang Jizong took a deep breath, sat down and poured himself a cup of hot tea. He glanced around the tea table and asked casually, "Didn't the Earl of Yuanzheng come?"

The person sitting next to him snorted and laughed, "We didn't invite him to come. What's the current situation of Yuanzheng Bo's Mansion? Do you dare to get involved?"

"The prince is back, and General Xiao is still alive. That position is as solid as a rock, and no one can challenge it." Then everyone immediately changed the subject and no one mentioned the word "Expedition Earl" again.

That's how officialdom works.

It's not about being cold or indifferent, it's just about protecting yourself.

In the afternoon, the sky was gray.

At the Changjing city gate, a large carriage galloped through the gate and entered the city.

The carriage was noisy and pedestrians along the way could clearly hear the children's chattering.

Bai Xiang couldn't help but stick his head out of the side window, exclaiming, "This is Changjing! Brother Changqing lives here! Isn't that Wufangzhai over there? I recognize the word Wufang!"

Two heads squeezed in at the other side of the car window. Lin Huaisong and Lin Huaibai huddled together, their faces distorted. “Wow! This teahouse has four floors! It’s so tall! And the restaurant next to it has a gold-painted sign! The people here are dressed so nicely!”

Jin Duobao couldn't squeeze in anywhere and rolled his eyes angrily, "You have no knowledge! It's just a pile of gold and silver! Let me take a look and I can pick out ten bad ones!"

"I can't choose, Brother Duobao. The shop here is more luxurious than yours!"

"..."

Xiao Birang sat in the carriage, and just listening to the children's lively conversation made him feel very happy.

He subconsciously looked at his wife. The old woman's eyes were still confused, but she had a smile on her lips without realizing it.

I'm home, and that feeling of intimacy is hidden in my subconscious and needs no elaboration.

Li Sulan was the most nervous one.

Either I'm scared or I'm nervous.

Fear of being close to home.

Changjing... She had no impression of this place.

Xiao family, does anyone still remember her?

I hope her four brothers in the afterlife know that she has been reunited with her parents?

Lin Dashan patted his wife's hand gently, signaling her to be at ease.

The two twin boys, who had just turned one year old, nestled in their parents' arms, calling out "Aliang Aliang" all the time, as if they were comforting their nervous mother.

The carriage drove through the long street, passed the bustling crowd, and stopped in the middle of Tongque Lane with a whoosh.

A huge mansion, with two majestic stone lions guarding the house in front of the door, and the two words "Xiao Mansion" on the black plaque above the door are vigorous and unrestrained.

"Kids, we're home." As the old general finished speaking, the children jumped out of the carriage one after another like little monkeys coming out of the mountains.

Baixiang was small but quick and was the first to get off the car.

He ran straight to the young man in green robe standing in front of the stone lion, "Brother Changqing, I miss you so much!"

Yan Changqing caught the little girl and helped her stand. He moved his hands but didn't hold her in his arms. Instead, he rubbed her little head and said, "Brother Changqing misses you too, Baixiang."

Jin Duobao, Lin Huaisong and Lin Huaibai came running behind.

Lin Huaisong and Lin Huaibai, "Brother Changqing!"

Jin Duobao, "Hehehe!"

Yan Changqing laughed and gathered the three of them together, "Welcome to Changjing!"