From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 138 Return to the city
Although we were not very tired after being away from home for nearly half a month, we all missed home after being away from home for so long.

The horse gallops fast.

By daybreak, half of the journey had been completed.

Hu Qian turned her horse's head and said, "Brother, Sun Poison, I prepared this for you!"

She took out a bamboo hat from behind and said, "Brother, your injury is not healed yet. I will put it on you!"

Meng Yuan didn't let her succeed, he just snatched it away and said, "Hurry up!"

Hu Qian did not feel wronged, instead she said: "Brother, you are still forcing yourself to keep going despite your injuries. You are truly a role model for our generation!"

The journey forward was smooth and there were no problems.

They just met a group of people selling dates. Hu Qianqiang bought two kilograms of them, saying that he wanted to give them to Meng Yuan to nourish his body.

It was hot and the horses moved slowly, so they didn't reach the Canglang River until the afternoon.

After waiting for the ferry for another half a day, it was already evening when we returned to the palace.

Dugu Kang took Wang Xiucai away, and Meng Yuan took Hu Qian and others to report to Xunmei.

"It's been hard working outside, and you've all gotten a little tanned." Xun Mei ordered someone to serve iced sour plum soup to Meng Yuan and the others, and then asked about their experience.

Except for not mentioning that Yang Youzhi might be related to Prince Xin, Meng Yuan said everything he needed to say, and then delivered Chen Shouzhe's letter.

"Yang..." Xunmei opened the letter and thought for a while before saying, "You did a great job this time."

She immediately approved the note, "Hu Qian, Zhao Tieniu, and Wu Changsheng, take this to Gou the accountant to get the money, and then rest for a few days. Tieniu has made great contributions, I will arrange a place for you to live, and you can go back to see your father, if he wants to live in the city, he can come with you."

Tie Niu had been training hard for this goal years ago. Now that he had gotten the correct answer, he sniffed, knelt down in the direction of Jingyuan, and then knelt down towards Xunmei.

Hu Qian and Wu Changsheng were both at a loss, and were about to kneel, but were stopped in time by Xun Mei.

"Sister Mei, is the princess free now? I have something to report." After Xun Mei had finished her work, Meng Yuan expressed his intention to meet her.

It was evening now, and Meng Yuan guessed that the third young lady was either having dinner or taking a shower after dinner. Either way, it was a good time to meet her.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go take a look." Xunmei walked out with Chen Shouzhe's letter.

A quarter of an hour later, Xunmei brought Jiang Tang here.

Jiang Tang was still dressed as a Taoist nun, holding a whisk in her arms and with a red dot between her brows.

I haven't seen her for nearly half a month. The girl seems to have grown taller and has a more quiet and elegant Taoist temperament.

Jiang Tang bowed to everyone, looking very serious as if he had really become a monk.

"Mr. Meng, please follow me." Jiang Tang said as he bowed slightly and went out holding the whisk.

Meng Yuan drank the sour plum soup in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and hurried to catch up.

It was getting dark at this moment, and Meng Yuan saw that there was no one around, so he squeezed Jiang Tang's hand.

"Are you sleeping at home tonight?" Jiang Tang asked.

"Here." Meng Yuan smiled and took out an exquisite wooden box. "I was running around outside and saw a jade comb. I brought it to you."

"Brother, you are so nice!" Jiang Tang finally became happy. She opened it and took a look. Then she tilted her head back, blinked her eyes, and asked, "What is Sister Nie's?"

How come this girl has become more capable after not seeing her for less than half a month?

However, Meng Yuan was well prepared and was adept at dealing with this kind of thing. "You are the first one to receive it, and it is also the best."

Jiang Tang was indeed coaxed, "I'll make you something delicious tonight!"

The two of them walked all the way to the pavilion, and saw that there were lights on the low table in the pavilion, and Yingru was dressed in casual clothes.

Her hair was loose and untidy. Judging from her appearance, she might have just gotten out of the bath. She was sitting in front of a low desk, supporting her chin with her hands, eyes slightly closed, as if taking a nap. Opposite her was a little weasel with brown skin and white belly, holding a piece of letter paper, with its head pressed against the letter paper, and reading something.

"Hey, little gelder!" Xiangling found Meng Yuan coming, and quickly dropped the letter, ran forward in two or three seconds, jumped onto Meng Yuan's shoulder, and then stretched her head to look at Meng Yuan's face, "Why do you look so good again?"

"What are you doing?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Read the letter!" Xiangling stared with big eyes and said happily: "Little gelder, you should write me a letter too!"

You didn’t ask me to write it for you!

"I'll write it to you next time." Meng Yuan smiled.

"You are so nice." Xiangling said seriously, "Write to me when you get home tonight, and I will reply to you tomorrow!"

We are not that far apart, are we? Is it necessary to write a letter? Meng Yuan nodded, "Okay."

"Forget it." Xiangling changed her mind quickly, "I'll sleep with you tonight! I have something to tell you!"

"Okay." Meng Yuan took out a small bracelet, "This is for you, woven with silk thread."

"Little gelder, you are so kind!" Xiangling happily took it, put it on her little paw, and then lifted it up with all her strength, looking at the sunset, "It's so beautiful!"

Xiangling looked at Jiang Tang again and saw that there was no one on Jiang Tang's wrist. "Is it just for me? Or does everyone have one?"

"Only you have it." Meng Yuan said.

"That won't work!" Xiangling said, "It would be better if everyone has one! When I make some money, you can buy one for everyone on my behalf!"

"What is your current position?" Meng Yuan glanced at Ying Rushi, and seeing that she didn't say anything, he started talking to Xiangling.

"Walking in Jingyuan. I have to do everything! Third Madam is too lazy to read the letter, so she has to rely on me!" Xiangling was serious and proud.

I thought walking in Jingyuan was just a job, serving the Third Miss! You must be tired!
"Are you tired?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Alas." Xiangling sighed, but still said, "My godmother said, love what you do!"

She stared with eyes wide open, looking like she had seen a lot of the world. She turned around and glanced at Ying Rushi. Seeing that Ying Rushi still had her eyes closed, she leaned close to Meng Yuan's ear and whispered, "Third grandma is very generous! Wait for my news! Godmother said that when Heaven moves forward, a gentleman should constantly strive to improve himself. I will definitely..."

"Xiangling, come back and read the letter." Seeing that Xiangling's words were getting more and more outrageous, Ying Rushi finally opened her eyes.

Xiangling was very obedient, "Little gelder, wait for me while I read the letter!"

She jumped down quickly, picked up the letter again, and put it in front of the light, looking at it hard, "How do you read these two words?"

"Your Excellency. Respectfully presented to Miss Xunmei." Ying Rushi's tone was somewhat helpless. She shook her head slightly and waved her hand, "Go, go, go and play. I want to talk to your Scholar Meng."

"Yes!" Xiangling received the order and raised her little paw happily, "Third Grandma, does it look good?"

Seeing her showing off happily, Ying Rushi did not make any sarcastic remarks but nodded instead.

Xiangling bowed and happily climbed onto Jiang Tang's shoulders, "What are we having for dinner?"

After the two women walked away, Meng Yuan stepped forward and bowed, "Miss Third."

"Killing colleagues again?" Ying said.

Eh? Meng Yuan was speechless for a moment.

"Are you, Meng Shuangjue, a master of both poetry and swordsmanship, or a master of killing and burning?" Ying asked.

The sunset glows in the pavilion. Ying Ru is sitting in front of a low table, with the sunset glowing on her face, and she looks lazy, but her beauty cannot be concealed.

Everything is good, except that it has a mouth.

Meng Yuan stepped forward and said, "I have something important to report to the Third Miss!"

(End of this chapter)