Chapter 022 Return to Beijing

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From the village to the county seat, Huo Qingyang hired Lizheng’s bullock cart at a fair price, only fifty cents. When he arrived at the county seat, Huo Qingyang wanted to buy two horses for walking, but he didn’t want Wei Zhao to look around, but he didn’t like any of them, saying that his qualifications were too poor.

Huo Qingyang was helpless, so he had to hire a carriage to go to the county seat of Biancheng first. The horses there were of slightly better quality than those in the county seat. Sure enough, although Wei Zhao was still picky and thought the horses were bad, he chose two horses in the end.

After coming out of Biancheng County, Huo Qingyang said with a smile, “Compared with your son’s ‘meteor’, the horses in the world are not good.” Huo Qingyang used to call Wei Zhao Your Highness, but Wei Zhao asked him to change his words so as not to cause suspicion. He changed it into a son, leaving Wei Zhao speechless.

Speaking of “Meteor”, Wei Zhao’s expression darkened and he said in a low voice: “Meteor and Liuyue were both given to me by the fifth sister. When I first arrived in Yujing, I was only half a year old. I bathed them every day, Feeding, never fake hands. Before going to Fuyu, Liuyue was pregnant, and I only brought Meteor, but unfortunately it accompanied me to the end, but it was killed by ten thousand arrows, and the corpse was unknown by Tuoba Naigang How to deal with it.”
Huo Qingyang remembered the galloping horse back then, Yi Yin looked at Wei Zhao’s sad expression, neither of them knew what to say. comfort.
After traveling for half a month, Wei Zhao and his party finally arrived in Yujing. Yi Yin had no feeling for this prosperous capital that had never welcomed him, but Wei Zhao’s face was almost deadly calm.
Yi Yin tugged at Wei Zhao’s sleeve and called softly, “Dad, aren’t we going in?” She was close to hometown, and she was talking about Wei Zhao at the moment.

Wei Zhao regained his senses and said in a low voice, “Of course we have to go in, A Yin, let’s go.” Then he got off his horse, and led Yi Yin into the city with the horse in one hand and Yi Yin in the other. Huo Qingyang followed them silently with the horse. behind.

After entering the city, Wei Zhao took them to the door of an inn, stopped and asked, “Qingyang, do you still have silver taels on you?”

Huo Qingyang nodded, hurriedly nodded, “There are some, the son wants to buy them. What?” In fact, Huo Qingyang had said that he would give all the money to Wei Zhao, but Wei Zhao refused to accept it. Wherever the money was used, he would definitely seek his opinion first.

Wei Zhao pointed to the counter of the inn, and said warmly, “You can open two rooms and book for two or three days.” Yi Yin was stunned, and looked up at Wei Zhao, why did he want to stay at the inn? Wei Zhao didn’t have his own mansion.
Huo Qingyang didn’t say much. Wei Zhao said to make a reservation, and he went right away, then turned around and asked, “Sir, the shopkeeper said that the separate room is gone, can I ask for a suite?”
Wei Zhao originally wanted to say that there is no need to waste it. , the room almost doesn’t matter, he has even lived in the firewood house, and then he thought about it, he has already returned to Beijing, why save it, spend Huo Qingyang’s money, and he will pay it back in the future, so he nodded silently.
Register at the counter, and the servants of the horse-owned inn lead them to feed, and the second shop assistant leads Wei Zhao and others to the room. After he retired, Yi Yin Fang asked, “Dad, why do we want to stay in an inn? Are you not a prince? Where is your palace?”
Wei Zhao laughed dumbly, rubbing Yi Yin’s hair and said, “Where do we live in an inn? Can we still enter the palace directly?” He is the direct prince, Yuanfu was crowned king at the age of ten, but he did not become a vassal, and he has always lived in the palace, and there is no mansion outside the palace.
Yi Yin was immediately dumbfounded. Seeing Wei Zhao’s expression, he seemed to have made a common-sense mistake. But when Yi Yin was in the palace, the royal family had no grown-up princes at all, and he didn’t think about where they should live.

Wei Zhao patted Yi Yin’s shoulder with a smile, then turned to Huo Qingyang and said, “Qingyang, please help me deliver a letter to Zhaoyang Hou’s mansion later.”

Huo Qingyang nodded yes, and then asked, “Sir, I If Dalala ran to the door, they wouldn’t drive me out, would they?” The Marquis of Zhaoyang, the Marquis of Wanhu, who was proclaimed by the emperor himself, must have a high threshold for his family.

Wei Zhao chuckled lightly: “It’s okay, if you bring my letter to your door, they will recognize it.” Huo Qingyang no longer doubted, but Yi Yin guessed that Wei Zhao’s letter must have some kind of special mark.

Writing a letter was not difficult for Wei Zhao, but he hadn’t touched a pen and paper for many years, and the words he wrote were obviously out of standard. He sighed and tore up the letter he had just written. .

Huo Qingyang didn’t know much, so he was puzzled when he saw it: “Young Master, it’s very good, how come you don’t want to write it again?”

Wei Zhao replied expressionlessly: “It’s wrong.” After speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote again.

After a stick of incense, Wei Zhao tore up the second piece of letterhead as well.

Huo Qingyang was even more at a loss: “Young Master, did you spell it wrong again?”

Wei Zhao nodded silently without speaking. However, Yi Yin kept smiling, knowing that Wei Zhao was dissatisfied with his words.

The third time he wrote the letter, Wei Zhao still frowned, but instead of tearing it up, he folded the letter and stuffed it into an envelope, handed it to Huo Qingyang, and drew a simple map for him on another piece of paper, indicating that Zhao The location of Yanghou Mansion.

Huo Qingyang took the letter and hurried out the door. Wei Zhao sat at the table and lost his mind. Yi Yin walked over and asked in a low voice, “Dad, who is the Marquis of Zhaoyang? Why did you write to him?”

Seeing that his son was asking seriously, Wei Zhao explained to him: “The current Marquis of Zhaoyang is called Junqing, and he is the son of Marquis Huan of Zhaoyang. He was born on the same day as his father. He grew up together and has the deepest relationship.”

In fact, Yi Yin knew what Wei Zhao said, but because he didn’t want him to think wildly, he pulled him to talk. Yi Yin had never seen Junqing, but his son Junhua had grown up with him since childhood. He was given poison by Weiyang, and only Junhua came to see him.

Zhaoyang Hou’s Mansion is not far from the inn where Wei Zhao and the others stayed, and Huo Qingyang was walking fast. Wei Zhao came back before Wei Zhao finished telling his childhood anecdote with Junqing.

Wei Zhao stopped the previous topic and asked Huo Qingyang: “Has the letter been delivered? Who have you met?”

Huo Qingyang replied, “I gave the letter to the concierge, but I was about to leave, but they left it behind, saying that Hou Ye looked at it. After passing the letter, there must be a reply. Later, a man who looked like a housekeeper came out. He looked quite old. He asked me where I lived, I told him, and he let me come back.”

Wei Zhao nodded and smiled . : “Qingyang, it’s hard for you to make a trip.”

Huo Qingyang hurriedly said that you’re welcome, it’s a trivial matter, why should you care. After that, the three of them eat and rest, not to mention for the time being.

As night fell and the lights came on, someone knocked on the door softly. Huo Qingyang opened the door, but saw a young man in his twenties standing at the door, with a high nose and deep eyes, gray-blue eyes, and he seemed to be of Hu blood.

Huo Qingyang was stunned. He couldn’t tell whether the person who came was an enemy or a friend, and he didn’t know whether to let him in. He heard the man say in a low voice, “The Lord Hou sent me to see His Highness.” Huo Qingyang turned away just now. Let someone come in the door.

Wei Zhao and Yi Yin also came out of the bedroom when they heard the knock on the door. When the visitor saw Wei Zhao, his face was full of excitement, and he couldn’t help it. He immediately bowed his head and said, “Wei Chen Luming, pay tribute to His Royal Highness King Qin.”

Hearing the name Luming, Yi Yin was refreshed and looked up immediately. In the past life, the person who brought him from Qingjia to Yujing was Lu Ming, and Yi Yin was a little excited when he met his old friend again in this life.

Wei Zhao stretched out his hands, helped Lu Ming up, and said with a smile, “There are no outsiders here. Why do you have to be more polite? If Qing’er finds out, I will definitely blame me for bullying you.

” When I arrived, after thinking about it, I realized that Junqing is Junlin’s son, and Junlin is Wei Zhao’s cousin. Although Junqing and Wei Zhao were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, they are a generation apart. Wei Zhao calls Junqing this way. , not surprising.

Lu Ming stood with his hands down, his expression was rather helpless: “His Royal Highness, Wei Chen is no longer a child, you… can you stop calling me by my nickname.” Lu Ming’s nickname was given by Wei Zhao. Yo Yo Lu Ming, it’s natural.

When Yi Yin heard the words, he laughed beside him. Compared with the melancholy, sad and desperate Luming he had ever seen before, this Luming, who would be amused by Wei Zhao at a loss, was cuter.

Wei Zhao ignored him and asked directly: “Yo, what about Qing’er, why didn’t you come to see me?” With his friendship with Junqing, when he heard the news of his return to Beijing, Junqing didn’t come to meet him immediately. , it’s a little strange.

Lu Ming frowned, glanced at Huo Qingyang and Yi Yin, Fang apologized: “Master Hou is not feeling well, the doctor will not let him go out, he said he wants to rest in bed, please forgive me.”

“Qinger is ill? Is it serious?” Wei Zhao’s voice suddenly increased, not angry, but simply worried. Junqing had to be so sick that he couldn’t even get out of the door.

Seeing that Wei Zhao was worried, Lu Ming hurriedly said: “The Marquis is not seriously ill, he just needs to rest. His Highness does not need to worry too much. What is your Highness’ order, just tell Wei Chen directly, Wei Chen will do his best.”

Wei Zhao thought about it. After thinking, he said casually: “There is nothing else, I just trouble you to enter the palace and tell the emperor for me that I am back, and my son.”

It’s not that Lu Ming had not heard all kinds of rumors about Wei Zhao before, and he was even more surprised when he saw Yi Yin, but these shocks were not comparable to Wei Zhao’s own admission that Yi Yin was his son.

After being silent for a long time, Lu Ming stammered: “Your Highness, Your Highness, do you really have to say it?” Lu Ming never believed that Wei Zhao would give birth to a child for Helianzhuo, and it was indeed born. When he escaped back , and it is impossible to bring the child back.

“Of course I have to.” Wei Zhao’s tone was extremely certain, “Yoyo, look how good I am to you, I just told you to tell the emperor, not the father, if you…”

Lu Ming was instantly frightened. Bloodless, he said solemnly, “It’s getting late today, and the minister will enter the palace tomorrow morning to meet the East Palace.” He told the grumpy emperor Wei Su that Wei Zhao had brought his son back from Fu Yusheng, but Lu Ming confessed that he didn’t. This courage, such an arduous task, should be handed over to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He is one of the few people in this world who dares to challenge the emperor in person.

Wei Zhao nodded with satisfaction: “Yo, go back and take care of Qing’er, and tell him that I will see him when I get a chance.” Lu Ming said goodbye to Wei Zhao and went quietly.

After Lu Ming left, Huo Qingyang asked, “Your Highness, was that the Marquis of Dingyuan just now?” Although he used a question, his tone was very positive.