Near the Shili Pavilion in the east of Daliang City, a caravan consisting of more than a dozen carts slowly arrived at the pavilion.
A middle-aged man who led the caravan seemed to be the leader of the caravan. He originally planned to rest at the pavilion near the official road, but suddenly he saw a carriage parked next to the pavilion. On both sides of the carriage, painted
There is a circle-centered character pattern the size of an ordinary person's head. If you look closely, you will see the three characters "Su's Chujin".
"Su Clan Chu Jin..."
The middle-aged man glanced at the two men and one woman sitting in the pavilion, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately changed his words: "If you work harder, we are only ten miles away from Daliang. When we get to Daliang, I will ask you to
Have a nice drink..."
So amidst the cheers of his men, the caravan slowly passed the pavilion and headed towards Daliang City in the distance.
The two men and one woman sitting in the pavilion at this time were none other than Zhao Hongrun, Queer, and Wei Jiao.
Looking at the leaving caravan, Zongwei Chief Wei Jiao said amusingly: "This is the third group... Even if it was replaced by the "Su Clan Chujin" carriage, it still scared people away."
Zhao Hongrun was speechless in response to this.
His original intention was not to attract attention, so when he went out of the city to greet the cousin he had never met before, he did not take his carriage from Prince Su's Mansion, but asked someone to go to "Su's Chu Jin", the young lady Yang Yanxing's.
A low-key carriage was brought to the store.
Unexpectedly, it scared away three groups of travelers and caravans who originally wanted to rest near this pavilion.
"It shouldn't be..." Zhao Hongrun muttered in confusion.
Among the carriages he could mobilize, the carriage of "Su's Chujin" was far more low-key than that of "Prince Su's Mansion", "Smelting Bureau", "Weapon Casting Bureau", etc., but he did not want to think about it, the little lady Yang Toixing
Who in Daliang knows about the establishment of "Su's Chu Jin"? Just the word "Su's" is enough to make many people shy away.
"Why don't we get an unbranded carriage next time?" Zhao Hongrun discussed with Wei Jiao.
Wei Jiao shook his head with a strange expression, obviously not advocating this.
After all, in this era, carriages are more used as "proof of identity" when traveling, such as carriages marked with the words "Prince Su's Mansion". No matter who is sitting on the carriage, under ordinary circumstances, they can freely enter and leave the beams.
No soldier would dare to stop him.
Even under special circumstances, soldiers will take the initiative to act as temporary guards.
Such a carriage can save a lot of trouble when traveling.
However, if it is an ordinary carriage traveling in the streets of the city, it must be ready to give way to other carriages at any time, and when entering or leaving the city gate, it will also be stopped by soldiers and asked to be interrogated.
This back and forth wastes a lot of time.
Therefore, when a person with status travels in a carriage, he or she will usually borrow a carriage to "clear his identity". This is not to be high-profile, but to reduce trouble.
"I would like to suggest that your Highness can use the name of King Chengling next time." Wei Jiao suggested.
Zhao Hongrun thought about it and felt that Wei Jiao's idea was really good. After all, Chengling King Zhao Shen was a local prince and had no power in Daliang. It would not attract the attention of the people of Daliang. But on the other hand, what did Chengling King Zhao Shen say?
He also has the status of a prince, so ordinary troubles should not come to his door.
"That's a good idea."
Nodding in approval, Zhao Hongrun and Zongwei Chief Wei Jiao took a sip of wine while eating a few simple stir-fried dishes on the stone table in the pavilion.
Next to him, Que'er obediently held the wine flask and poured a glass for Zhao Hongrun and Wei Jiao, causing Wei Jiao to say, "Madam, you're doing me a disgraceful job."
Hearing that voice, Madam, Que'er's usually calm face turned slightly red, and she couldn't help but glance at Zhao Hongrun.
In fact, when she first decided to follow Zhao Hongrun, Que'er just obeyed the will of her adoptive father, King Yi Zhao Yuanli, and did not think about getting any status with Zhao Hongrun. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hongrun still gave her the status of concubine, which made her quite popular.
To be moved.
You must know that although the status of a concubine is not as good as that of a wife, and even worse than that of a royal wife, compared to a maid, the status is absolutely worlds apart.
"Mr. Zong Weichang made a strong statement." Que'er replied shyly.
Even though Wei Jiao had great respect for Que'er, Que'er didn't dare to slight Wei Jiao. In fact, even Mi Jiang, the principal wife of Prince Su's Mansion, had to address Wei Jiao and other clan guards politely when they met him.
After all, these clan guards are their husbands' true confidants.
Perhaps seeing that Wei Jiao wanted to say something more, Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and interrupted the former. He had never regarded Wei Jiao and other clan guards as his subordinates.
"By the way, Wei Jiao, you are quite old, right? You followed me all over the world in the past years. Now that I am getting married, you have to hurry up on your marriage, right?... I remember that you are already thirty, right?"
"Twenty-nine, I won't be thirty until next year." Wei Jiao corrected with a panicked look on his face, trying his best to show that he was still very young.
But in fact, Mu Qing, the youngest member of Zongwei, is already in his mid-twenties this year.
"When do you plan to get married? Do you have a partner? Do you want me to look for someone for you?" Zhao Hongrun asked maliciously.
In fact, he knew that many of his clan guards had beauties with women in Daliang City. It was no exaggeration to say that the clan guards had definitely met many more women over the years over wine and wine than the female family members of Prince Su's palace.
Even the wealthy gentry, nobles and celebrities in Daliang City hope to marry their daughters to these clan guards and climb the high branch of Prince Su's Mansion.
It's just that due to the position of His Highness, the Zongwei have never had contact with those nobles, and they only look for women who like them in some fireworks alleys.
In Mu Qing's words: Money and sex transactions can be withdrawn at any time without becoming a burden.
"Shall I look for you?" Zhao Hongrun said with a bad smile.
In fact, he didn't mind Wei Jiao and others marrying the daughter of a noble. After all, he believed that Wei Jiao and others would not have anything happen to the daughter of a noble from the enemy camp. At most, they would be in the circle of the King Supress Party.
Therefore, in fact, the range of choices is still very wide, ranging from the concubine daughters or nieces of Chengling King Zhao Shen, to the daughters of nobles and nobles in Shangshui County, and even the girls of the three tribes of Sheang, Jie, and Sheang from the Sanchuan tribe.
Selected by Wei Jiao and others.
Under Zhao Hongrun's teasing, Wei Jiao, who had always been mature and steady, couldn't help but look embarrassed and said: "Your Highness, I feel that you should consider Shen Yu first. He is the eldest brother of our brothers..."
Zhao Hongrun glanced at Wei Jiao with contempt: What do you mean by big brother? But in fact, Shen Yu, Wei Jiao, and Lu Mu are the same age.
Obviously, in this matter, Wei Jiao did not care about his brotherly relationship with Shen Yu, and immediately betrayed the latter.
Just when Zhao Hongrun wanted to say something else, a member of the Green Crows appeared quietly at the foot of the steps outside the pavilion, knocked on the ground and reported: "Your Highness, Duke Wei Ziyu's carriage is still one mile away."
"Finally here..." Zhao Hongrun nodded, turned around and saw Wei Jiao's relieved expression, and joked with a smile: "Don't think you have escaped, when it comes to my marriage, all of you will
Please arrange the marriage for me. We are thirty, what does it look like to go to some fireworks alleys all day long?"
"You didn't go there often..."
Wei Jiao muttered to himself, but did not dare to say it directly.
After all, he is not a guy like Mu Qing who wants to die.
And from the side, Que'er heard this and said with bright eyes: "If you Lord Zongwei like...well, like that kind of woman, I can look for you, and you can also find a perfect one, as long as you like...
Don't dislike those women whose family backgrounds are not good..."
Hearing this, Wei Jiao looked bitter.
He knew the origin of Mrs. Que'er. The "Nightingale" secretly trained by King Yi Zhao Yuanli was simply a female assassin.
If he really found such a woman, Wei Jiao was really worried that when the couple had a conflict in the future, the woman would cut off a certain part of his body with a knife in the middle of the night.
But when he thought about it again, Wei Jiao felt a little moved again.
After all, "Nightingales" are all beauties who have been trained to seduce and serve men. In some skills, they may be even more skilled than the women in Fireworks Willow Alley.
"This is..."
Wei Jiao looked torn. He could not forget such a beauty, but he was also worried that he would not be able to subdue a woman like "Nightingale" who knew martial arts in the future.
As for the family background of those women, Wei Jiao didn't mind at all.
Looking at Wei Jiao's tangled look, Zhao Hongrun shook his head speechlessly, but he could understand. After all, "Nightingales" were indeed rare beauties. Even he was obsessed with the sisters Zhao Ying and Zhao Que at the beginning.
.
Well, that's the case now too.
Ignoring Wei Jiao, who was still struggling, Zhao Hongrun stood up, walked to the steps of the pavilion, put his hands behind his back and looked at the official road.
After a while, Zhao Hongrun saw a carriage coming slowly from the end of the official road.
Seeing this, when the carriage passed the pavilion, Zhao Hongrun shouted: "Is it the carriage of Mr. Wei Ziyu?"
"Huh?"
The coachman of the carriage turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hongrun in surprise, subconsciously reined in the reins, and with a bit of vigilance in his doubtful eyes, asked in a deep voice: "Who is next?"
"I am Zhao Run."
Upon hearing the groom's rhetorical question, Zhao Hongrun became even more sure and told the truth.
"Zhao Run? Zhao Run?"
The coachman murmured in a low voice, as if he still hadn't reacted. At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a handsome man stuck his head out of the carriage and whispered: "Stop the car, this is Wei
Young Master Run!"
After that, he gently patted the horseman who was dumbfounded when he heard the four words "Wei Gongzi Run", and motioned for him to move aside a little so that he could get off the carriage.
Under Zhao Hongrun's gaze, the handsome young master got off the carriage, bowed his hands towards Zhao Hongrun and said, "Mr. Run, I'm Wei Yu."
Although Wei Yu knew that the Wei Gongzi Run in front of him was his cousin, he did not dare to call him his cousin when they met for the first time.
After all, Young Master Wei and Young Master Wei seem to be both young masters, but the difference in status between them is really too big.
What's more important is that he doesn't know his cousin's personality and character, and he doesn't want to offend him by being rude.
Unexpectedly, after hearing his slightly distant greeting, the cousin opposite said with a smile: "Cousin, you are too formal... Come, I have prepared some drinks. Cousin, please moisten your throat first."
, When we get to Daliang, I will hold a banquet to welcome my cousin."
At this time, Wei Jiao and Que'er had taken away the leftovers and replaced them with some new snacks such as dried fruits.
"..."
Seeing Zhao Hongrun warmly inviting her to have a drink in the pavilion, Wei Yu couldn't help but be a little surprised.
The famous Wei general "Wei Gongzi Run", who had great military exploits and a fierce reputation, was actually such an easy person to get along with.