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Chapter 80 Uncle's hideous and cheerful smile

Chapter 80

Bancheng Zhukou, where people and boats usually come and go, has become more lively these days, but it is also more heavily guarded.

Tens of thousands of Sui Dynasty tigers were stationed in the military camp, tightly surrounding the entire Zhukou of Bancheng.

Only after crossing the military camps spread out ten miles outside Bancheng Zhukou, Yang Qian finally saw a scene that shocked him extremely.

Thousands of boats are almost crowded along the Yellow River as far as the eye can see. They are majestic and impressive.

The most jaw-dropping thing is an exaggeratedly huge dragon boat, about sixty or seventy meters long, about fifteen meters wide and high.

The appearance of the dragon boat is like a giant dragon. The bow of the boat is carved into the shape of a dragon. The dragon's head is high and its eyes are wide open, making it extremely majestic. From the bow to the stern of the boat, it is filled with flying colorful flags, which is very spectacular.

Yang Qian, who came in the same car as Zheng Yuanxun, was shocked for a moment and then calmed down.

On the other hand, Zheng Yuanxun next to him had his eyes shining and he was clicking his tongue.

"Look, this is the dragon boat that His Majesty used to patrol Yangzhou. Every time I see it, I feel extremely shocked. If Zheng hadn't been unable to learn it, I would have really wanted to write a poem..."

"...Yeah, it's very shocking." Yang Qian could only try to make his voice sound less weak. He cruised the river every day and watched the cruise ships passing by the river. It really made the scene in front of him seem lacking in that kind of...

Shocking feeling.

On the contrary, it was when he passed through the military camp with the large team and saw the solemn and murderous array of the Sui warriors that Yang Qian's eyes brightened.

It’s really hard to believe that the Sui Dynasty, which had such a majestic military power, would be wiped out in just a dozen years. After all, it was all due to the overconfidence and wanton behavior of Yang Guangra, the first prodigal son of the Sui Dynasty.

disaster.

But having said that, Yang Qian is still looking forward to meeting Yang Guang. After all, these are historical figures who have left a profound mark in history.

"We have arrived. Officials, please get out of the car. The eunuch is waiting for you over there." At this time, the messenger next to the carriage reminded him in a low voice.

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The prefect of Xingyang County, Wang Yiyi, wearing a straight and clean official robe, stood at the front. Behind him were a group of officials from Xingyang County, big and small, as well as representatives of famous families. Of course, nobles with titles like Zheng Yuanxun and Zheng Yuancong were also indispensable.

At this moment, Yang Qian was standing in the crowd, next to Zhili, who was holding the food box gingerly, with a nervous and excited look on his face.

Such a scene reminded Yang Qian of the queues he used to go to Xi'an to visit the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.

Zheng Yuanxun stood next to Yang Qian, looking at Yang Qian with some disbelief at the old god, who didn't feel nervous at all.

Next to them, the other two tributes were so nervous that they couldn't control themselves, and large beads of sweat kept falling down their faces.

One of them even reached into his sleeve from time to time, took out a piece of paper, and was babbling about it without knowing what he was reciting.

Zheng Yuanxun shook his head and nudged Yang Qian. "Brother Xian, I didn't expect that you are the youngest, but your energy-raising skills are really like this..."

Seeing Zheng Yuanxun raising his thumbs towards him with a sincere expression on his face, Yang Qian chuckled. "It's okay, I just really hope to see our Majesty."

No matter how big the scene is, I have seen it on TV, so what does it matter? Anyway, I am in a good state of mind, so I can just treat it as visiting the remains of historical figures.

In the past, the most I could do was squat next to their tomb sites and admire their skeletons. Now being able to see real people really gave Yang Qian, a time traveler, a sense of superiority.

"..." Zheng Yuanxun looked at Yang Qian and felt that something was wrong with this guy's expression when he said these words. He seemed a little too excited.

A quarter of an hour has passed, two quarters of an hour has passed, and a full half an hour has passed, and still no one has come to deliver the edict.

But the group of people could only squat down and rub their numb legs, whispering.

The prefect Wang Wei couldn't bear it any longer. He turned his head and whispered to the young eunuch standing aside. Then he took something out of his sleeve and stuffed it into the eunuch's hand.

The eunuch nodded reluctantly and walked away quickly.

After a short while, the eunuch rushed back and whispered in Wang Wei's ear.

"We asked Manager Wang that His Majesty was feeling a little uncomfortable due to the wind this morning, so I'm afraid he won't be able to see you at this time."

"General Manager Wang has said that he also knows that you, Prefect Wang, are working very hard. Otherwise, you can go to the military camp and wait.

If His Majesty thinks of it again and wants to issue an imperial edict, there is no need to go back and forth again."

Hearing these words, the muscles on Wang Wei's face couldn't help but twitch, and finally he forced a smile. "I'd like my help, young father-in-law."

The people in Xingyang who were waiting for the emperor's edict never expected that it would be like this. In addition to being disappointed, they also had a lot of resentment, but they were helpless.

We can only get on our respective cars and mounts again and return to the original road.

And just after the group of people arrived a hundred steps away from the military camp, a horse team came from the side. The leader was a mighty man in iron armor, with thick eyebrows and angry eyes, showing no anger or authority.

"Everyone here is from Xingyang, is Yang Qian here?!"

With this roar that covered up the sound of hoofbeats, everyone felt a panic in their hearts and subconsciously turned their attention to one of the carriages.

Yang Qian himself was a little confused. He stared blankly at the mighty general wearing armor. He really couldn't figure out who this guy was and how he knew his name.

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The mighty general looked at the focus of the crowd, blinked in disbelief, and then slapped his thigh in excitement. The armor plates made a loud clanging sound.

Wang Wei, the prefect of the county who had just got off the carriage and was about to come over to inquire about the situation, was also startled.

"Oh, it's really, hahahaha... little nephew!" Seeing this mighty general riding his horse towards him scared the convoy into a panic.

Yang Qian was also confused. Who the hell is this? He opened his mouth to look like a nephew. Why am I so young? If you have the skills, let’s compare it together.

The mighty military general rode his horse to the side of the carriage, patted the shaft of the carriage with his big hand, and stared at Yang Qian: "Hey, you kid, you don't even recognize your own uncle?"

"Uncle, uncle, are you Han Shi'e?!" Yang Qian patted his head and finally came to his senses.

"Hey, you kid, you are still so brave, you dare to call your uncle by his full name?"

The mighty general was stunned, looked up to the sky and laughed, then squeezed his fists together, causing a loud cracking sound of bones.

Yang Qian couldn't help but swallow his dry saliva, and the fragments in his memory swept away instantly with the sound of violent bones.

When I was two or three years old, I was thrown into the sky by my uncle. Below me is my uncle's ferocious smile, and my parents looked pale.

When I was five or six years old, I was thrown into the sky by my uncle. Below me was still the ferocious smiling face of my uncle, and the frightened expressions of my parents.

When I was seven or eight years old, I was thrown into the sky by my uncle. Below me was still my uncle’s ferocious smile, and my parents’ expressions of despair and numbness…

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