Chapter 72: White Horse and Qingyi Go to Xuancheng

September is the harvest season. There is a busy scene on the land of Hebei. People are only concerned about the work in the fields, while the official roads appear empty.

A carriage came from the south and moved forward slowly, attracting the attention of many people. They put down their work and looked up, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

The horse is a white horse, and the man wears green clothes.

It is not too strange to see the white horse of the divine horse in this border area, even if someone uses it like this.

It would not be incredible to pull a cart. However, the scholar in blue who was used to seeing the hero Yan Zhao, who was used to seeing the horse, lit up, so that the fat man beside the boy and the big black man holding the horse were completely ignored by everyone.

The young man was handsome, with a cold star, and a casual smile on his face, which showed a sense of elegance. The most eye-catching thing was the hands he occasionally stretched out. The hands were fair and slender, like virgin soft-sized, but the very untimely persistent whip and reins were very regrettable.

The rich young master? Or the scholar who went to take the exam? Everyone guessed that it was not until the carriage slowly walked away that someone came back to his senses and walked northwest along the Yanghe River. This was clearly a trip to Xuanfu Town. What would such a scholarly young master do in the military town of Xuanfu?

Some people feel sorry, some people are puzzled, but they quickly put things behind their heads. For these farmers, harvest in the fields is the most important thing. For the rest, even if the emperor comes, everyone will just watch the fun.

"Young Master, at the current speed, we can arrive at Xuanfu Town before dusk."

"That's good." Xie Hong breathed a sigh of relief, because his mother and Qing'er were both in the carriage, and he didn't dare to let the carriage go too fast. But after leaving Baoanzhou, there were really no county towns along the way, only some inns can rest. Last night, I couldn't even find the inn, so I had to sleep in the wild.

After leaving Beizhuang County, Xie Hong realized that Xuanfu was not as prosperous as he imagined. It was a border area after all. He was sleeping in such a wilderness. At that time, he was really sweating in his heart. Fortunately, he was at ease with two oxes. When he heard that Butler Dong said that he could arrive in Xuanfu Town before dark today, Xie Hong felt even more relieved.

"Our Xuanfu is a good place. It was called Jizhou during the Qin and Han Dynasties, and it was called Shanggu County during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It was a place dedicated to heroes." The Dong family was a local household in the Xuanfu. When the housekeeper Dong talked about Xuanfu, he looked proud. When he was intrigued, he pointed at Erniu and said:

"A hero like Zhang Zhuangshi may not have been released in other places for a hundred years, but in our Xuanfu, it is common not to mention the number of cars and buckets. Therefore, although there are few scholars in our place, they are also worthy of praise..."

Xie Hong nodded and smiled. Hebei is naturally a place where heroes come from. Since King Wuling of Zhao, the Hu clothing and cavalry, the Xiong soldiers of Yan and Zhao have become famous all over the world. He has also been to Xuanfu, which is the Zhangjiakou area in later generations. Although he was just a quick glance at the time, the scenery of the north still left a deep impression on him.

Looking up, the wilderness was low and the green willows were like mats; the distant mountains were like elixirs, arranged in the sky. This magnificent scenery made Xie Hong feel proud and open his heart. He wished he could recite a poem. But after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "Forget it." This was the Ming Dynasty. Don't show off the little things in his stomach. It's a problem to be heard as plagiarism.

Besides, just look at the fat housekeeper next to him, and I am afraid that there is some ink in his stomach. Just look at his introduction to Xuanfu, Xie Hong will know the other party's level. If he really copied a poem, it would arouse the interest of this person, and it would be bad to talk to him about poetry.

However, Xie Hong frowned and asked, "Mr. Dong, we are already close to Xuanfu Town, why is this so sparsely populated? Isn't this town? Why is it not as crowded as that in Beizhuang?"

He had this question since he left Baoanzhou. He originally thought that this was the place far away from Zhencheng, but now, he is almost at Xuanfu, so why is it still so depressing?

"Young Master doesn't know anything." Butler Dong sighed and said, "The Xuanfu is a border area after all. Since the Song and Yuan dynasties, there has been no time to be stable. The ancestors said that after Taizu expelled the Tartars and established the country, the Xuanfu has only had a few good days..." The fat man raised his head, as if he had longed for the scene back then, and then smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying:

"It's a pity that Chengzu was in trouble and Xuanfu became a battlefield again. After finally the world was stable, the Tartars in the north began to jump up again." When he said this, the fat man's tone turned sharp.

Xie Hong was also shocked. When he turned around, he could clearly see extremely hatred in his eyes. Such emotions were rare in this kind of fat man. Even when he was suing the yamen that day, Xie Hong never saw them.

"These beasts who eat raw meat and drink blood invade every year, invade every year, burn, kill, loot, and do everything. Wherever they go, they don't grow any grass and turn into scorched earth." The fat man said with grief and anger: "In the more than 100 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, I don't know how many fellow villagers died at the hands of the Tartars. If the previous dynasty is included, it will be even more uncountable."

"Fortunately, there is Xuanfu Town!" The fat man's voice suddenly became excited, "The rampant eunuchs in the past led to the defeat of Tumu Fort. The Xuanfu Town was poisoned by the Tartars, but Xuanfu Town still stood firm, and the damn Tartars finally returned in vain. Since then, although the Tartars were unsuccessful, they invaded every year, and most of them only rage north of Xuanfu and south of Xuanfu."

Isn’t Baoanzhou, which belongs to Beizhuang County, the southernmost part of Xuanfu? Xie Hong suddenly realized that no wonder the small county where he was located was clearly located in the border area, but it was like a paradise. After nearly a year of traveling through, he didn’t hear anything about military affairs. It turned out that it was all because of Xuanfu Town.

"I originally wanted to join the army to kill the Tartars, but my father didn't let me go. Brother Xiaohong was knowledgeable and took me to Xuanfu to kill the Tartars, haha." Erniu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said.

For Xie Hong, these two words were a bit strange. Because few people mentioned these two words in later generations, the Tartars were highly praised by many people in later generations, including Mongolia and Qing dynasties. The names of chieftains full of blood were repeatedly sung by many people; the vulgar and barbaric bloodline without any humanity were also named as the royal bloodline, symbolizing nobility.

There are also some shameless bricks who are desperately embellishing this kind of barbarism and misleading more people. Xie Hong once suspected that the Chinese people are really not as good as blood? They actually admire the men of those who were born in the past. However, when he really arrived in the Ming Dynasty, he was relieved to hear the voice of this era. Tartars are beasts, not humans.

Looking at the north, Xie Hong's thoughts were surging. Since I have come to this era, can I do something? In order to love the people of Beizhuang, the relatives and friends around me, and the most brilliant Chinese civilization in the world... Since I have come, there will be no more miserable and dark years. I will try my best to keep the Han family's clothes spread to the world.

"Bang..." Just as he was thinking about it, Xie Hong was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. The bell sound! What a bright bell sound, he admired in his heart. In later generations, he had come to Xuanhua Ancient City and knew what it was, but what he didn't expect was that hundreds of years ago, the bell sound was so grand.

"It's the bell of Qingyuan Tower." The fat man was overjoyed, jumped out of the shaft of the car, and shouted loudly to Xie Hong: "Young Master, we're at Xuanfu."

"What a loud noise." A small head poked out from the carriage, Qing'er stuck out her cute little tongue and exclaimed, "Brother Hong, will we live here in the future?"

"Yes, Xuanfu will be our home in the future." Looking at the city that was vaguely visible in the distance, Xie Hong replied softly, adding in his heart: However, it won't be long, this is just the first step, in the future...

But it was strange that Xie Hong frowned again. Xuanfu was obviously a very dangerous place, so how could it be very prosperous? If it was not prosperous, why could it attract the legendary injustice Emperor Zhengde and hesitate to fall in love with him? This sudden question hovered in his heart, and even dispelled the joy of reaching his destination.
Chapter completed!