Two flowers bloomed, one on each branch. Didn't you say that you gave up what you loved? Zhu Zhanji, who was in grief, said that Wang Xian was dressed neatly, and he happily rode out of the city and headed northwest along the official road.
At almost noon, a mighty group of men and horses came toward each other from a distance. Looking at the flag, Zhou Yong and others laughed and said, "We're here!" Looking at Wang Xian, he had already rushed out and headed towards the country.
He rushed over with the Mongolian troops.
Those dusty Mongolians, numbering about seven or eight hundred horses, were escorting the long convoy. The carriages were filled with precious furs, animal leathers, jade and other grassland specialties. When they saw someone rushing towards them, the Mongolians naturally became vigilant.
While he drew his sword and put up his bow to protect the convoy, he sent several cavalry to meet them.
Seeing that the Mongols were facing a formidable enemy, Wang Xian didn't care. Instead, he speeded up and laughed loudly: "Wukecha, are you married to Amei?!"
Among the riding horses that came up, the leader's expression changed drastically. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the man wearing a mink fur coat and a majestic short beard. He finally recognized him. He turned over and dismounted happily and said, "It's the prince-in-law!"
"As he said this, he turned around and said loudly: "He is our brother-in-law, Bieji! Come and greet Bieji!"
After hearing this, the Mongolians immediately relaxed their vigilance. Immediately, many men who had crossed the Gobi Desert with Wang Xian gathered around and extended the warmest steppe courtesy to Wang Xian. While Wang Xian was making out with them, his eyes were wandering around the convoy.
The circle finally settled on a luxurious carriage in the middle.
The car curtain was opened, and a beautiful woman wearing an ancient crown and a bright red woven gold velvet gown was looking at him with a smile, her eyes fixed on her.
When his eyes met, Wang Xian felt as if he had received an electric shock. In an instant, all the people and objects in the surrounding world lost their color and became motionless. Only the beauty was still dazzling, fresh and moving!
Wang Xian rushed over regardless, jumped off the horse, and Baoyin also got off the carriage. Before she could say anything, Wang Xian picked her up, held her tightly in his arms, and spun her around and around.
Yin felt a little dizzy and wanted him to let go of her, but Wang Xian kissed her lips hard! He suppressed Baoyin's words again...
Baoyin was still thinking about her identity at first, and there was a very important person she hadn't introduced yet, but in an instant, she was lost in the man's passionate kiss, and couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, responding enthusiastically.
The two males and females were showing off their affection without shame. Suddenly, a clear cry rang out. Wang Xian felt his right leg being hugged by someone, pulling it out hard, and a childish voice came out: "
Woo hoo, let go of my grandma, let go..."
This sound was more effective than a basin of cold water. Wang Xian and Baoyin immediately lost their enthusiasm, and then their faces turned red... Baoyin pinched the soft flesh around Wang Xian's waist, pushed him away quickly, and picked up the little one on the ground.
The young man smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't be afraid, Heng'er, this is your father."
Wang Xian was ten times more embarrassed than Baoyin, but when he saw the little girl with picturesque features and a white porcelain doll-like appearance in Baoyin's arms, his heart immediately melted, and he looked at his daughter with a smile on his face, hehe.
Be silly and have fun.
Ah Heng was very wary of this strange man. He hugged Baoyin's neck tightly, hid in her arms, and looked at Wang Xian timidly.
"Don't be afraid, Heng'er, I'm your father..." Wang Xian said with a flattering smile on his face. He had never had such a flattering expression even when facing the emperor, prince and grandson. He rubbed his hands and begged: "Quickly let me go."
Hug dad."
Ahheng hugged Baoyin tighter.
"Didn't you always say that you want to see my father in Beijing?" Baoyin gently stroked Ah Heng's little head and patiently guided: "We're going to meet him now? Why don't you go and kiss him soon?"
Ah Heng then timidly raised his head to look at Wang Xian, and was frightened by the strange expression of the strange man again, and hurriedly hid in his mother's arms.
Baoyin tried to persuade her for a while but couldn't get it, and cast a helpless look at Wang Xian. Wang Xian was extremely embarrassed. He looked at the guy watching the fun and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Get in the car first, and we'll talk about it when we get home."
Baoyin is a very smart woman. Although she is usually the queen of the prairie, but with Wang Xian present, she restrains her sharpness and is willing to treat herself as a wife. After hearing Wang Xian's words, she nodded, and got into the car with her daughter in her arms.
Wang Xian gave a few instructions to everyone and then got into the car.
There was a charcoal pot inside the carriage and thick felt on the four walls. It was much warmer inside than outside. Wang Xian and Baoyin both took off their coats, and Baoyin also took off his bulky fur for Ah Heng, who was a slim and delicate child.
, then Shui Lingling appeared in front of Wang Xian's eyes so cutely that he couldn't take his eyes away and even forgot about Baoyin beside him...
Obviously, Ah Heng inherited his mother's Kushan bloodline. His skin is as white as snow, his facial features are exquisite, and his hair color and eye color are also quite different from those of the Han people. However, this does not affect the feeling of being connected by blood in the slightest. On the contrary, it makes Wang Xian doubly proud.
Feeling proud, he grinned and said: "Look how good we are at giving birth, what a handsome daughter we have!"
Baoyin glanced at him, pursed her lips and smiled without saying anything. Now was not the time to be excited about just meeting her. She would not speak for Wang Xian anymore. For this bad man who cruelly left their mother and daughter behind, this was not the case.
Punishment is still necessary...
But what Baoyin didn’t expect was that after Wang Xian was at a loss at first, he gradually calmed down his excitement, and like a magic trick, he took out a Western rag doll and sent it to Ah Heng with a smile. Ah Heng was a timid little boy at first.
His face immediately lit up, and a pair of big amber eyes stared longingly at the delicate rag doll.
Wang Xian brought the doll to Ah Heng. Ah Heng glanced at his mother secretly, and seeing that Baoyin had no objection, he mustered up the courage, stretched out his white and tender hands, and carefully touched the furry surface of the doll, with a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.
Childish smile.
Wang Xian looked at his daughter infatuatedly, feeling that he had not watched this little person grow up day by day. It was a huge sin and a huge regret. Baoyin looked at the father and daughter, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red...
On the way back to the capital, it took about an hour. In an hour, Wang Xian tried his best, took out some toys and candies, and finally became familiar with Ah Heng, but the little girl still refused to call him Ah Heng.
Dad, Wang Xian is quite helpless.
Baoyin was a little gloating about his misfortune and patted Wang Xian on the shoulder: "I can't imagine that the debt I owe for so many years will be cleared up so quickly."
"Hey..." Wang Xian rarely retorted, but said with a gloomy expression: "What I'm saying is, there's no rush."
Seeing his extremely apologetic look, Baoyin couldn't bear it anymore. She held his hand and said softly: "It will be fine soon."
Wang Xian nodded and held Baoyin's hand tightly. The two looked at each other with a deep friendship. If his daughter hadn't been by his side, Baoyin would have jumped into his arms and kissed him hard to comfort her lovesickness.
It was painful. However, in front of their daughter, the two of them had no choice but to restrain themselves. In order to distract themselves, Baoyin looked outside the car, only to realize that they had entered the city and the scene of busy traffic on the street shocked her.
"This is the city of Beijing." Wang Xian also cast his gaze outside the car window, looking at the bustling crowds. Although it was cold and freezing, the New Year was approaching and every household in the capital was busy with shopping, so the atmosphere was even better than before.
It's usually much hotter.
Of course, maybe it’s because others are in high spirits during happy events and see everything with great vigor...
"Where will we live?" Baoyin suddenly asked quietly: "I heard that the Sifang Hall of Honglu Temple has arranged a place to stay?"
"Normally, when foreigners pay tribute, they have to live in the Sifang Pavilion." Wang Xian smiled and said: "But this time, nearly a hundred Tibetan countries came to court, and the space in the Sifang Pavilion is not enough."
"Then..." Baoyin's throat tightened and she stared at Wang Xian, waiting for his next words.
"Don't worry, the court's most important thing is to be dignified. How can we treat the distinguished guests rudely? We have already cleared out some of the houses that were intended to be given to the princes, and gave them to the tribute envoys first." After saying that, he smiled at Baoyin as if he was taking credit: "I
We are from the same hometown as Honglu Temple Minister, so he left the best courtyard to your Borzigit tribe, how about it? Isn't that interesting?!"
Baoyin was about to burst into tears. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Thank you Uncle Zhongyong for your kindness. Let's just say goodbye!" He picked up his daughter and got out of the car, no matter whose car it was...
Wang Xian hurriedly grabbed her and said with a strange look on his face: "You are already a mother, why are you still acting like a child and falling out whenever you say you want to?" He then put his arm around her thin but strong waist and said, "Even if I say so,
If you say something wrong, you can't punish it without teaching, right?"
"Okay!" Baoyin nodded heavily and gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes: "On weekdays, it's okay to be on opposite sides of the world, but now that we are reunited in the capital, you still let my mother and daughter live in the post house!" As he spoke, he raised his head and tears fell down, "
Since you are so avoidant, you'd better not ride with us two!" She struggled hard, but Wang Xian hugged her tightly.
Wang Xian originally planned to tease Baoyin again, but when he saw Ah Heng was a little frightened, he quickly did not dare to show off any more: "When will I tell you to live in a post house?"
"Why didn't you say anything?!" Baoyin said angrily: "You said the Borzigit tribe lived in the best courtyard..."
"Yes, that's right." Wang Xian said with a smile: "You must have heard of marrying to obey your husband, right? When you enter Beijing, there is no farewell message, only my Wang Er's daughter-in-law.
Come on!" Then he kissed Baoyin hard on the face and said: "Of course my wife wants to go back to my house, why not go to someone else's house?!"
"You..." Baoyin realized that this guy was back to his old ways, and if he didn't play tricks on himself, he would feel uncomfortable all over. He was immediately ashamed and angry, happy and annoyed, and pinched Wang Xian's ears hard.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I told you to play tricks on me!"
"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Wang Xian hurriedly complained, grimacing in pain. Seeing that his mother had the upper hand and bullied the man, Ah Heng let go and smiled brightly.
After the fuss was over, the carriage stopped steadily in front of Houhai House. Wang Xian hugged Baoyin with one hand and Ah Heng with the other, and said with great satisfaction: "We're home!"