It was only the fourth day before, and there was already a lot of people outside Guangli Gate.
The chilly spring in early spring did not seem to extinguish people's enthusiasm. It was still dark, and countless brokers and vendors carried loads and waited under the city gate to open. There were also those who sang, chat, and do small business... Everything seemed very calm. But everyone knew that behind this calmness was indeed a beautiful music brewing for the morning market of Bianliang.
There are endless pedestrians on the suburbs surrounded by trees.
They rushed to carry the donkeys carrying beautiful talks, carried the goods they were preparing to enter the city to sell, and slowly walked towards the city gate of Bianliang...
"My son, are you coming soon?"
A group of people came on the Zhoubei Pier.
Their clothes are gorgeous, and guards are following them. The servants and servants are carrying all kinds of things, making it easy to walk, sit and lie down.
A woman, supported by a maid, stood on the dock and looked into the distance.
"Mother, didn't Gaocheng send someone to talk to you yesterday? They would park under the Guanqiao and could only enter the city after dawn."
There is also a young man next to the woman.
He was dressed as a scholar, and his face was still sleepy, and he said with some dissatisfaction.
The woman's face darkened and she said angrily: "Sanlang, you know they will arrive early in the morning, but she wandered around the top scholar's building with your friends until midnight and ate more alcohol... If you don't want to wait, then you can go back now."
When the young man heard this, he immediately showed a hint of fear.
He was a little afraid of the woman because he had seen this woman in the past twenty years, how domineering she was.
It's not considered domineering, or it's more appropriate to describe it as stern.
The woman was the eldest wife in the family and met her father in a slightest moment. Although her father became prosperous and married a concubine later, she became more and more respectful to the woman. All the things in the family were controlled by the woman, and no one dared to provoke her.
There was once a concubine who wanted to sow conflicts between the woman and her father.
But the result was... what the concubine said the night before reached the woman's ear the next day.
On the third day, the concubine was kicked out of the house. As for where she went, no one in the house knew...
"Second Mother, the third brother didn't mean that."
Just when the young man wanted to admit his mistake, the middle-aged man next to him spoke first.
He is about six feet tall and looks a little bloated.
Between your eyebrows, you can still see the handsomeness of your youth, but as time goes by, it becomes more majestic and cold.
This middle-aged man was Gao Qiu, the Grand Marshal in front of the palace.
After learning that his "Jixiang'er" was not dead, and that after the news of reappearing fifteen years later, Gao Qiu was in an excited state for several days. Fifteen years ago, he went to the northwest to the war between Liu Zhongwu and Xixia.
But I didn't expect that something happened at home and my youngest son was stolen.
Gao Qiu wanted to rush back to Bianliang immediately, but because the war was tight, he had no time to spare after several months.
But by then, Jixiang'er had disappeared.
His brother Gao Jie felt guilty because of this. He failed the provincial examination and then left Bianliang as if he was exiled. For fifteen years, he only came back during the holidays. He lived at home for less than two days, so he left in a hurry.
Gao Qiu naturally understood the reason.
It is lies to say that he has no resentment in his heart.
But he also knew that Gao Jie's mistake was not very big in the matter of Jixiang'er's loss.
It can only be said that the two thieves who stole Jixiang'er were so vicious that Gao Qiu lost his beloved young son.
Now, Jixiang'er is coming back!
He has not fallen asleep since he received the news last night.
Before dawn, Gao Qiu called his wife and took his youngest son, the young man, to the pier to wait.
Of course he understood the youngest son's thoughts.
Before this, Gao Qiu put all his longing and love for Jixiang'er on his younger son.
Now, Jixiang'er is coming back... The youngest son feels a little uncomfortable. Or rather, he has some worries.
This is human nature.
Gao Qiu walked forward and held the woman's hand.
"Madam, don't worry, we have been waiting for fifteen years. Are we still afraid of waiting for this moment?"
"I know, I know...but I just can't help it."
As the woman spoke, her eyes shone with crystal tears, "For the past fifteen years, I have prayed to God every day, hoping that my miserable Jixiang'er will come back soon. My husband knows that every New Year, I will make a set of clothes for Jixiang'er, and I have sixteen sets so far... I can't wait, really can't wait!"
Gao Qiu took a deep breath and hugged the woman in his arms.
The servants and servants around him quickly turned around.
The young man's eyes were red and he whispered: "Mother, my uncle didn't tell me in a letter, Xiao Si is very good.
It was dawn soon, so I would go to the water gate to wait. As soon as Xiao Si's boat arrived, I would come back to know with my mother immediately."
"Thank you for your hard work, third brother!"
The woman wiped away her tears and said to the young man with a smile.
The young man didn't bother to walk to the river in three or two steps, and jumped onto the boat docked by the river.
The boat swayed around the power pier, heading towards the water gate... At this time, the sky also shone with a white light.
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"It's open!"
With a sound of drums, the Bianliang city gate slowly opened.
The impatient vendors who had been waiting for a long time flocked in, and the originally calm market suddenly became noisy.
The morning light shines on the surface of the Bian River, and the water is sparkling.
Huge ships entered the river one after another and were moored at the pier along the way.
Gao Yu stood at the bow of the boat and followed the endless stream of ships, sailing from the water gate into Bianliang City... Bianliang City, I'm here again!
The last time I came to Bianliang was six years ago.
At that time, he followed his master and entered the city from Guanglimen.
At that time, Bianliang was already a prosperous scene. Now, it is becoming more and more lively, making people confused.
Peach, plum, pear, and apricots are mixed on both sides of the river.
In early spring, peaches and apricots bloom on the branches, embellishing the banks of the Bian River with vitality.
On the water surface of the shore, lotus leaves are floating... The flowers are apart, and they look like embroidery, which makes people feel refreshed.
"Dazhuang, that's the Hongqiao I told you!"
He suddenly turned his head, waved to Ma Dazhuang to come, and then pointed to Gong Qiao, who was crossing the river in front and said loudly.
Hongqiao, also known as Feiqiao, was built during the reign of Renzong.
It spans across the two sides like a locked joint, and is also the most distinctive scenery on the Bian River.
It was just early in the morning, and the bridge was already very lively. At first glance, there were at least a hundred people. The streets were connected to each other, and the houses were everywhere, and there were many passers-by... And this is exactly the most beautiful attraction in Bianliang: the Bian River Qingbo.
Before the ship entered the city, Ma Dazhuang opened his mouth wide.
After entering the city, the bustling scenery made him feel even more shocked, and even a little scared.
"Is this Bianliang?"
Ma Dazhuang murmured to himself, unable to help swallowing.
Chapter completed!