Chapter 651: On the street


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read2();  On the journey of the human race, around the Yuanri New Year, there is a huge migration across 36 states, and for returning home for the New Year, it is every big summer In Ming's heart, there is a deep-rooted obsession, so it is not a last resort, no matter how far away, foreigners outside must rush home to reunite.
At this time, the teleportation stone tower is still in its infancy and is not fully popularized. Therefore, in the deep winter of the eighty-ninth year of the Great Xia calendar, migration activities across the vast land of China have already begun. After all, the area of ​​Great Xia is too wide, even for endurance. It takes at least ten days for a good horse to cross a state.
The next day, the sky just got dark, and the blue-and-white teleporting beams made it easy for the capital city to go straight to the sky. Most of these beams were people who attended the White Emperor Palace banquet last night, so they were teleported to other big cities early this morning. Family reunion for the New Year.
This includes the scholar Yuan Bai, who just took over the position of Teleporting Si Dai Si Cheng, and the fluttering white Sima Annan. However, it is worth mentioning that Young Master Sima is carrying a giant rucksack beside him, like an escape. Ruier was impressively listed.
   As the sun rises, the entire Shenjing City gradually awakens, but today's world's largest city is slightly different from the past. It is less busy and compact, and more leisurely and prosperous.
   The entire Daxia has entered the Yuanri vacation period from today. The people who have been busy for a whole year can sleep safely until the sun, but no matter what festival it is, there is a place in Shenjing City that must be overcrowded.
   Qinglong Street, Qiongjiang Pavilion!
Early in the morning, in front of the Qiongjiang Pavilion, among the long lines, an extremely burly figure appeared. His bright bald head was like a bronze mirror, reflecting the rising sun above his head in all directions, while being full The body, which is twice the size of the others, gave the diners waiting in line a great sense of pressure.
   However, the face under Liang Po's bald head is beautiful and not fierce. Therefore, the surrounding grandparents would laugh and jokingly ask, what did the young man grow up with? How could he be born so strong?
   Liang Po did not reply, but smiled kindly. After a while, Liang Po held a bowl of soup noodles in his hand, strode to the side of the road, and got into a large carriage that had been parked for a long time.
Sitting cross-legged in the carriage, Zhao Yu, who was holding his forehead and closing his eyes, opened his eyes, raised his head, looked at the noodle soup in Liang Po's hands, and swallowed subconsciously. Recently, due to busy political affairs, he has not tasted it for a long time. This delicious noodle soup, so I miss it tightly.
   "I said it's broken, I've eaten so many noodle soups back to the Qiongjiang Restaurant. Have you tried it out and worked out its recipe so that I can taste it in the palace."
   Zhao Yu swallowed a big mouthful of noodles, and then a faint voice sounded in the carriage, and the big bald head who was also eating the noodles on the opposite side, after hearing it, fell into a few thoughts, then shook his head and responded:
   "Most of the ingredients can be tasted, but there is a taste, as if it is not a human thing, it is this mysterious taste that has made Qiongjiang Pavilion the best reputation in the world."
  Before the sound of Liang's broken speech has fallen, Zhao Yu has already held up the big bowl in front of him, swallowed the last bit of delicious and rich soup into his belly, and then sighed heavily:
   "Eating a bowl of human fireworks, drinking a few glasses of life ups and downs, broken, this last taste is the fireworks of this world!"
   "Your Majesty, if you want to eat this noodle soup every day, why don't you let Crescent Moon take it all down?"
   A not old voice sounded inside the carriage, and then a thin figure in a green shirt appeared beside Zhao Yu, and after the great master Huang Ting, who had not shown his face for a long time, spoke, the young emperor turned his head and gently responded:
"The vast land of China is magnificent and gorgeous, and there are too many good things. If I had all of them in my bag, it would be so boring. If I eat this noodle soup every day, no matter how delicious the fireworks are, I will be greasy, but uncle, on weekdays I can't even yell out, why did I take the initiative to show up today?"
   Huang Ting, sitting upright, had a thin face with sharp edges and corners, as if it had been carved with a knife. Then, he put away all the fierce auras all over his body and responded:
   "Your Majesty, today is a young year. If you go out of the palace today, you must be a young man to meet your elders, so I also want to go to Sitian Tower and see my father."
   "I have this intention."
After    finished speaking, Zhao Yu nodded, and then the broad carriage began to drive forward, along Qinglong Street, towards the Sitian Tower in the middle of the Shenjing City.
Today’s Qinglong Street is still full of people’s voices, but even some time ago, the people from outside the city of Shenjing have left Beijing to go home, and its prosperity has not been affected in the slightest. In front of those shops, the queues are even Longer.
In the carriage, Zhao Yu was not wearing an imperial robe, but a simple black robe, with a hair bun wrapped in a cloud hairpin on his head, just like a young man traveling through the capital of God, and then the young emperor stretched out his hand , Opened the curtain of the carriage window, and stared at the streets on both sides with ebony black eyes. A scene of flourishing age reflected from Zhao Yu's black eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart.
   Anxious orchestral, smoky long street, leisure and peaceful residence, this is the home and country he desperately guards!
Suddenly, a figure familiar with the little baby appeared in the young emperor’s field of vision, still the coarse cloth covered with patches, and the purplish-red face after being blown by the wind, and then a man named Yu Pengfei The name appeared in Zhao Yu's mind, and then the faint Di Audio came from inside the carriage:
   "Liang Po, stop for a while!"
In fact, at the end of the new year, the happiest crowd is no different from those carefree little children, who play in groups in the streets and alleys early in the morning, but at this time the little child Yu Pengfei is in a different situation. It's not good, because Qi and the children behind him were blocked in a corner by a group of older boys in Jinyi.
  , the young man must have an extraordinary family background, and a group of family-like people are hanging around not far away.
   Yu Pengfei held a small wooden knife tightly in his hand, pursed his lips, and stared angrily in front of the youths wearing brocade clothes, with extraordinary family background, the tender voice came from his hands:
   "No matter what you exchange with me, I will not give you this knife."
When the voice fell, he raised the wooden knife in his hand, and at the same time protected the little children who were born in the same ordinary family behind him. Opposite Yu Pengfei, a man with a slingshot in his hand was about ten years old. The boy, a little annoyed, responded:
   "Like the wooden knife in your hand, my family doesn't have ten or eight. I will trade this slingshot for you. You are still not satisfied. Look at this slingshot, you can shoot birds a hundred steps away, and it is powerful."
After he finished speaking, the young man took out a stone directly from his arms, buckled it on the slingshot, pulled it away, pointed at Yu Pengfei, and spoke in an angry voice, but at the next breath, his hand was inexplicably loose, and the stone suddenly shot out. , The boy exclaimed.
   Among the electric light and flint, all the children present have not yet reacted, but the faces of the family members who are watching from a distance have changed greatly. If this powerful stone hits Yu Pengfei head-on, blood will be splashed.
   Yu Pengfei, who was under the attack of the stone, just lifted the wooden knife subconsciously, but inside this ordinary wooden knife, where no one could see, suddenly lava flowed violently.
   At the same time, when parked in a large carriage not far away, Grand Master Huang Ting let out a soft voice of doubt:
   "Huh! This breath?"
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