At dawn, the alleys were already filled with elite Tengu troops wearing armor.
Several carriages were parked outside the courtyard gate, and all the luggage had been loaded on the carriages, including the large wooden cabinet that Yang Liushi had bought before.
Although Su Qicai officially ascended the throne yesterday, and although such a big thing happened last night, Wei Changtian still decided to return to Shu as originally planned.
After all, the new dynasty has been established and Guan Kong is dead, so there is no point in him staying here.
As for Qin Zhengqiu...
Wei Changtian believed that if his grandfather really wanted to do something, it would make no difference to anyone else.
"Sir and madam, everything has been packed and ready to go at any time.
In the front hall of the small courtyard, Zhang San bowed and said, "Master Su is leading people here. He should be here to see you off."
"Let him go back."
Wei Changtian took a sip of tea, waved his hands and said, "He has a different status now, so what's the point of coming to see me off?"
"Yes, I will go and deliver the message now."
Nodding and exiting the room, Zhang San's footsteps soon disappeared.
Wei Changtian, on the other hand, looked around the small courtyard where he had lived for more than half a month, then drank the tea in one gulp and prepared to leave.
This time, Li Zimu, Xu Suisui, Xu Quan, Zhili, and others will leave with him. They will first go to Fengyuan, and then some of them will follow him back to Shu.
Oh, except for the four evil people headed by Duan Fangping.
I don’t know if it’s because they have been helping Su Qi deal with the “remnants of the previous dynasty” recently, so these four people suddenly no longer just like killing people and doing evil, but have developed a great interest in the more advanced “killing art” of power.
interest of.
This made the other three people except Duan Fangping want to stay in the newly established Han Dynasty and prepare to become officials and experience the joy of having power and taking life and death.
Wei Changtian didn't have any objections to this and asked Su Qi to give each of the three people an official position.
As for how these three villains would become officials, that was not a headache for him.
"What's wrong?"
He stood up and looked at Yang Liushi, who was thoughtfully sitting aside: "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, the slave family is thinking about Miss Cheng."
Yang Liushi then stood up: "Ms. sir, won't you go see her again before you leave?"
"Tweety?"
Wei Changtian was stunned. He had almost forgotten about this incident. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Why do you want to see her? See if she and He Jing have a falling out?"
"I'm not afraid that some people will think of it in the future... Oh, forget it, my husband will just pretend that I didn't say anything."
Yang Liushi pouted: "Let's go."
"Well, let's go."
"..."
...
After walking out of the small courtyard, Wei Changtian looked back again, then bent down and got into the carriage.
Following Zhang San's gesture, the motorcade immediately began to drive slowly, heading towards the alley against the rising sun.
After leaving this time, Wei Changtian knew that he would not come again for at least a few years.
It's not that there's any reluctance.
I just feel that sometimes I seem to be in too much of a hurry. I always arrive at a place, do something, and leave after finishing it. I don't even have time to take a look at the customs and customs of various places in the world.
Returning to Shu this time, if possible, I should probably take a rest.
At least I must accompany Liang Qin to give birth to the child safely...
It’s early July, and there are still three months until winter begins.
When he thought that he was going to be a father in three months, Wei Changtian couldn't help but feel a little caught off guard.
But then I thought about it again, this is actually something that is quite exciting.
If I hadn't traveled through time, I would have been far away from this step...
His body swayed slightly with the carriage, Wei Changtian's mind was filled with random thoughts, and he didn't know why he suddenly thought of all these.
And while he was wandering around, behind a certain gate in the alley, Cui'er was standing blankly biting her lip, seeming to be hesitating about something.
The clear morning breeze ruffled the corners of my clothes, and the early morning sun on the horizon showed a golden glow.
At a certain moment, she suddenly opened the courtyard door and shouted:
"Wait, wait a minute!"
"..."
...
"Hush!"
The horses stampeded their hooves, and the convoy actually stopped.
Immediately afterwards, as Zhang San waved his hand, several Tengu soldiers also retracted the long knives that were blocking Cui'er, watching the latter pick up her skirt and rush towards one of the carriages.
"Wei, Mr. Wei, madam, you, are you leaving..."
Cui'er quickly ran to Wei Changtian and Yang Liushi who had already gotten out of the car. Cui'er's cheeks were a little red.
"yes."
Wei Changtian glanced at her and said with a smile: "Miss Cui'er, if you and Brother He have the opportunity to go to Shu in the future, you can go to Shuzhou City to find me. I will definitely fulfill my loyalty as a landlord."
Not only did he get out of the car, but he also said this.
Regardless of whether Wei Changtian was being polite or not, this at least showed that he still regarded Cui'er and He Jing as friends.
After taking another long look at He Jing who was standing at the gate of the courtyard and seemed hesitant to come forward, Wei Changtian cupped his hands from a distance and then wanted to get back into the car.
But at this moment, Cui'er suddenly whispered:
"Wei, Mr. Wei, although I don't know what your relationship is with Miss You, I understand that there must be something you can't let go of."
"For example, if you don't mind it, I might be able to help you untie your knot."
"You, you just need to tell the slave how to do it. No matter what the slave is, I am willing to give it a try..."
Looking up at Wei Changtian, Cui'er's tone was stammering, but her expression was serious.
When Wei Changtian heard these words, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly understood what she meant.
Obviously, Tweety wanted to "pretend" to have some "regrets" of her own when You Jia came, so as to repay her "favour of not robbing her."
For example, if you feel you are ashamed of Youjia, you can ask Cui'er to say "I forgive you" to you "on behalf of" Youjia.
"Hahaha, thank you for your kindness."
Wei Changtian shook his head dumbfounded. Of course Wei Changtian would not do such self-deception, so he just refused casually: "I don't have any worries, and I don't need you to do anything."
"Is it......"
Cui'er opened her mouth, as if she didn't completely believe Wei Changtian's words.
She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pulled out the peach blossom hairpin from her hair and raised it forward.
"Then, sir, please accept this thing."
"..."
Looking at the falling peach blossom blooming in the sunshine, Wei Changtian was silent for a short while this time.
But in the end, he did not accept the hairpin, but said softly:
"Miss Cui'er, I remember you said that the reason why you like this hairpin is because it was given to you by Brother He."
"Yes, it is......"
Cui'er lowered her head, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes.
"Then you should keep it well."
Smiling, Wei Changtian's voice was not loud, as if he had some complicated emotions: "Otherwise, you may regret it in the future."
"Say goodbye to Brother He for me. We are destined to meet again."
"..."
With the last words left, Wei Changtian turned around and got on the carriage.
Under Cui Er's blank gaze, the carriage quickly left the alley, turned a corner and disappeared.
Cui'er gently held the peach blossom hairpin in her hand, and when she turned around, she saw He Jing who was wandering outside the courtyard gate, wanting to come over but not daring to come over, with a struggling look on his face.
She bit her lip, and then her eyes became moist for no reason.
"Mr. Gongzi!"
"..."
Life is not a script, and it rarely ends perfectly.
So sometimes if everything goes as planned, you don't know how to cherish it.