As the victorious soldiers returned to Beijing, the teahouses on both sides of the street were also filled with people.
The storytellers were frothing at the mouth.
"This General Song is not an ordinary person. He had already made his appearance when he came to Beijing. Although he is just a minor official, his aura is very amazing. He came to our teahouse and scared the waiter as soon as he showed up.
Peed my pants."
"If you keep talking nonsense, who will wet their pants..."
"Hahaha, it's not shameful to wet your pants in front of General Song."
The teahouse was full of laughter.
"To be honest, General Song is young and promising, but he is a bit ugly."
Xu Qing'an in the corner nodded when he heard this. This storyteller is quite reliable. He decided to come to take care of the teahouse's business next time. But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the judge below was not happy: "It's settled.
With so many meritorious deeds and repelling the Japanese, being ugly is nothing. Could it be that he has grown three eyes?"
"The one with three eyes is called Lord Ma."
"What men say about looks, ability is what makes them great."
Xu Qing'an frowned. When did the judge in the teahouse become so generous? Xu Qing'an picked up a banknote and looked at the storyteller.
The storyteller understood clearly and continued: "Except for his appearance, General Song is of course impeccable, but it is a pity that he is not from our capital..."
Xu Qingan crossed his legs and waited for the storyteller to continue.
The storyteller said: "This time there are also our children from Beijing who have made great contributions."
Xu Qingan felt at ease. According to what he and the storyteller had decided, he would lead out the young hero next. Coincidentally, he, the young hero, happened to be drinking tea here. He turned around and wanted to leave, but was immediately discovered.
, and then he walked down the teahouse with the support of everyone.
This is the capital, his hometown, and there must be more people supporting him. He has suffered many grievances in the southeast, and now it is time to avenge his past humiliation.
His requirements are not high, he doesn't expect to be better than Song Chengxuan, as long as he's almost... well, it doesn't matter if he's almost, as long as he has a place.
Xu Qingan was thinking about this, but he didn't hear the storyteller speak for a long time.
I heard someone say impatiently: "Do you know anything about General Song? If you don't know, don't waste your time. There are other teahouses talking about it. Let's go and listen elsewhere."
"Don't go, don't go!" The storyteller shook his head at Xu Qing'an with a bitter look on his face, and then Dr. Tea returned the money Xu Qing'an had given him.
Xu Qing'an touched the banknote, feeling quite guilty as a thief, and hurriedly opened his hand to hold it.
The storyteller finally lost the pressure and became energetic.
"Speaking of which, General Song came to Changzhou City..."
The storyteller changed the subject and mentioned Song Chengxuan, and those who were about to leave sat down again.
The judges said one after another: "Yeah, what happened just now? A ghost is possessed."
The storyteller bowed and apologized to everyone in the audience. He glanced at Xu Qing'an and pretended not to see it, and continued to utter lotus flowers.
"To say that General Song is really majestic in all directions... Someone came to report that the Japanese ship was coming straight, but Mr. Song smiled. As long as he was there, the Japanese would not even think of landing. He would let the Japanese know what it means.
There is no return.”
"good!"
Someone cheered.
Xu Qingan didn't know what was so good about this.
When had Song Chengxuan ever said such a thing? And when had he ever laughed? He suspected that Song Chengxuan didn't know how to laugh at all. He really didn't know what was so good about the black-faced man when everyone was crowded here to listen.
"I'm really not ashamed." Xu Qing'an couldn't listen anymore, stood up and shouted, but no one paid him any attention.
He stood up and left. Immediately a tea doctor came up to clear the tea bowls, and then the people standing hurriedly took his place.
The world is getting worse! Xu Qingan murmured, these people would rather hear about the random fabrications in the book than come to see him, a young hero.
"The soldiers have entered the city."
Someone shouted, and people in the teahouse immediately ran to the window.
In this way, everyone greets each other.
Song Chengxuan was really a bit majestic. Xu Qingan smacked his lips again, but he was not envious at all.
"Your Majesty, are we waiting here for Mr. Song?" Meng Lingyun's voice came.
"Who is waiting for him?" Xu Qing'an said, "I will greet father."
After saying this, Xu Qingan thought: "Where is my sister? Where has my sister gone?"
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"Miss Xu will definitely come to welcome the young master," Yong Ye immediately reported after seeing Song Chengxuan. "Miss Xu often mentioned the young master along the way. I heard that the young master will arrive in the capital today. Miss Xu was very happy. In order to meet him earlier,
Young Master, I will definitely be waiting at the city gate."
Yong Ye was full of confidence. He watched Miss Xu go out, and even if she didn't come to greet the young master, she would come to greet Marquis An Yi. What he said was correct, and she would be invincible no matter what.
The city gate is right in front of you.
The young General Song drove his horse towards the city.
People gathered on both sides of the road.
"Quanzhou Army, Quanzhou Army."
"That's General Song, that must be General Song."
The people said and pointed to Song Chengxuan.
The young man was wearing armor and had a calm face, unmoved by what he saw in front of him. It was this composure that remained unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain that allowed him to win every time.
The surrounding voices gradually became quiet, and everyone stared at General Song without blinking, gradually being intimidated by him.
After returning from victory, should we relax our vigilance? The purpose of entering the capital is to receive this meritorious service and be praised by the people.
No, he is still doing what he should do.
As a general, if you don't take off your armor, you still have responsibilities. It's not about putting on airs, let alone winning over people's hearts. It's about doing what a soldier should do.
Therefore, the soldiers and horses who followed him into the city also had solemn faces, and except for the sound of neat footsteps, there was no other sound.
It immediately makes people feel more respect. If there is a war, such an army will undoubtedly make people feel more at ease.
"Who are those people?"
The common people discovered one after another that there was a group of bound people behind the army entering the city. Those people had livid faces and fierce expressions, and they glared at the people around them, thus scaring the children in the women's arms to tears.
"Are they Japanese?"
"They are not Japanese," a merchant recognized them. "These are mountain bandits. We have encountered them on our way to the capital as merchants. They kill without blinking an eye. Even if we give them property, they still kill people."
"So from now on, there will be less banditry on the way to Beijing."
"We are about to celebrate the New Year. This is a good sign. Merchants will not be robbed this year, and it will be easier to buy new year's goods.
It would be great if the imperial troops entered the capital, and even these people were arrested."
The people were even more happy. Who wouldn't welcome such soldiers?
Xue Chen and An Yihou, who were walking in front, gradually calmed down as they listened to the noise around them, and then they became surprised. After a moment of silence, they became even more happy.
There were many soldiers entering the capital, and they were all wearing armor. From a distance, they all seemed to look the same, but if you looked around a little, you could see Song Chengxuan.
Because Song Chengxuan looked different from others, Xue Chen recalled the first time he met Song Chengxuan. At that time, he was sure that he would definitely follow this young man.
Seeing Song Chengxuan firmly established himself in Quanzhou and growing to the southeast step by step, Xue Chen became more and more pleased. Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at An Yihou.
An Yihou's eyes were filled with a proud look.
Xue Chen couldn't help but feel disdainful that this old man still had the nerve to act like this.