I didn't intend to be a Fairy

The cold wind continued on the mountain, and the cat's hair was shaken by the blowing. At first, she couldn't help but shrink her head back, but the wind on the top of the mountain is everywhere. Walking in it, how can I avoid it?

She didn't run to catch up until she saw the Taoist and the bay red horse continued to move forward, and she ran to catch up. After getting used to the wind, her facial features quickly relaxed, as if the cold wind had disappeared.

"Taoist~"

Her soft voice came from the wind, I couldn't hear it clearly unless I listened carefully.

"What's wrong?"

"We have arrived in Changjing!"

"yes."

"This seems to be the place where you thunder!"

"yes."

"And the place where the fox sent us!"

"yes."

"Empress Sanhua never forgets!"

"yes."

The Taoist walked and looked down.

The dirt road in the mountain below is still winding, and there are a few scattered caravans going down the mountain to the city, and the pavilion on the small dirt slope is still the same as before, but no one is playing the piano or serving wine at this time.

"We've come a long way..."

The three-flowered cat stretched its head and looked down.

The hair moves with the wind, a bit sassy.

The world in Mao'er's heart is different from that of people, and because he is still young, he lacks the concept of geography, and he also lacks the knowledge of orientation and distance.

As for the shape of this line in her mind, people probably don't know.

"yes……"

The Taoist still nodded in agreement with her, and at the same time turned his head to look at the cat walking in the wind: "In Changjing, Mistress Sanhua was still bullied by others, but before she knew it, Mistress Sanhua was already a big monster who could repel mountain bears and fight tiger demons."

"Well!"

The cat couldn't help but turned to look at him.

Memories emerged in her heart, comparing the Empress Sanhua three years ago with the Empress Sanhua three years later, this change made her feel strange. So time and experience seem to have a substance, and this kind of substance has weight even in the cat's heart.

It's just that she didn't know how to tell or express, so she could only walk in small steps in front of the Taoist, while turning her head and looking up, staring at the Taoist with those gleaming eyes without blinking.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

The Taoist looked at her with a smile.

"..."

Only then did Mao'er look away, without saying anything, he just quickened his pace and ran forward for a while, rushed to the side of the road, overlooking the Changjing city on the mountainside.

His eyes wandered, as if looking for familiar places.

Then he turned his head to look at the Taoist again.

The Taoist's gaze also followed her.

Only the cat said to him: "Mistress Sanhua saw our house..."

"Just the house we lived in."

"The house we lived in!"

"There may already be someone else living there."

"what should I do then?"

"Live in another house. Anyway, Mistress Sanhua hasn't spent all the money she earned, so there's a lot left."

"Empress Sanhua likes that house."

"Then let's go and see."

"Go and see!"

"You can't force it either."

"There's someone there!"

"Where is there someone?"

"Outside the city gate!"

"There are many people at the gate of the city."

"Someone we know!"

"what is it call?"

"Chen!"

"ah……"

Only then did the Taoist raise his head and look at the gate of the city.

It was dark, and there were indeed people standing.

"..."

The Taoist smiled and kept walking.

Go down the hill slowly along the loess road and pass by the pavilions on the small slope to take a closer look, and then the road becomes wider, leading to the city.

The people at the gate of the city became clear.

Sure enough, it was General Chen.

General Chen took off his military uniform and changed into a military officer's robe. He did not carry a weapon, but stood calmly at the door. His tall and majestic robe was propped up like a pine tree or a mountain.

A few black and strong young men around him were dressed in red robes, scarves on their heads, leather belts around their waists, long knives around their waists, and bows and quiver bags. It's just that the murderous spirit of these people is far from comparable to that of the military officers in the capital. Presumably, they only need to be given a fine armor and a long spear, and they will be the group of personal soldiers who can protect the commander and rush to and fro in the northern Saibei army.

The group of people scattered around, their eyes wandering.

Until one person saw the Taoist coming from afar, his expression froze immediately, and he turned his head to remind his general, but saw that his general had already looked in that direction, so he patted the wind and sand on his body, and set off to walk.

Everyone quickly followed.

Not long after, the Taoist, the cat, and the horse walking ahead stopped, and the general, who was supported by many personal guards, also stopped, and the two sides faced each other.

"I've seen Mr., and I've seen Mistress Sanhua."

"I've seen the general." The Taoist also saluted him, "I haven't seen you for a year, is the general still okay?"

"Meow~"

"It's been fine for now."

"How does the general know that we will return to Beijing at this time?"

"Chen has heard something about Gwangju, and knowing that Mr. will come back from here, he sent someone to pay attention on the official road. A few days ago, he heard the news from someone, so he came to the door to wait for Mr. every day."

"I heard that the general has been enshrined as a marquis, how dare you bother the general?"

"Without Mr., how could there be such a great victory in the north, and where would Mr. Chen's title come from?" General Chen said to the Taoist very calmly, "Besides, Mr. Chen is just a warrior from the north. In Changjing City, Mr. Chen is the only one who can be called an old friend."

"I see."

Song You showed a smile.

The last time she came to Changjing, it was Wu Xia who was waiting at the gate of the city, and the reason she did so was because she had no other old friends in the city. I didn't expect that when I returned to Changjing this time, someone was waiting at the gate of the city again, and the reason was almost the same as that of Wu Xia nearly four years ago.

"Please sir."

General Chen turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. has come from a long way, Mr. Chen should host a banquet to clean up Mr.'s dust."

Song You didn't refuse, just nodded and said:

"Just trouble General Chen."

"At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the best Songjiang perch was sent from other places, so I went to Yunchun Tower to ask, and asked Mr. to taste something new." General Chen said, suddenly laughed at himself, and his tone softened, "It just so happens that Mr. Chen has been afraid to accept invitations from others since he returned to Beijing, and he dared not entertain others. Today, I took advantage of Mr.'s credit."

"The general is eloquent."

"Sincerely."

Then I saw the Taoist and the general walking side by side, passed through the city cave and entered the city, behind him was a bay red horse, surrounded by several personal guards, and a swallow in the sky skimmed lightly over the city wall.

The three-flowered cat followed the Taoist, turning to look at the familiar city with a pair of strange eyes.

I don't know how many people are watching in the dark.

Many personal guards glanced at them coldly, but quickly looked away.

General Chen's personal guards are not so simple. Even if they are not comparable to Shu Yifan a few years ago, most of them can be regarded as first-class masters in the Jianghu. After a long battle, these peepers think they are hidden, and they can indeed deceive many pampered Beijing officials. But in their eyes, they are as conspicuous as ghosts infiltrating the crowd.

It's just that this is Changjing, so I followed the general's order and pretended not to see it.

The two talked about the past while walking, talking about what happened after the Taoist left.

Slowly pass through the city and arrive at Yunchun Tower.

A personal guard had already gone to book a seat.

The Yunchun Building, which originally needed to be reserved, is no longer needed at this time. The Songjiang perch, which was originally in limited supply, can be eaten freely at this time. Even the fully booked wing rooms have become vacant.

The Taoist took out the small bowl used by Empress Sanhua and put it on the table, and then saw a famous maid stepping in, bringing sake in gold bottles and delicacies on jade plates, and bringing them to the table one by one.

"The general is too extravagant."

"It's a rare occasion." General Chen looked calm, looked at the cat that jumped onto the table lightly, and then glanced outside, "Where is the swallow following Mr.?"

"My Yan'er is shy and shy by nature, and doesn't like to eat human food, so let him be more comfortable and don't embarrass him."

"I see."

"When will the general return to Beijing?"

"It will be spring this year."

"In the past six months, did His Majesty have no intention of ordering the general to return to the north?"

"..."

General Chen just shook his head and filled a glass with wine.

Song You also poured wine for himself, turned his head to look, Mao'er was staring at him eagerly, and poured some for her too.

Although the Taoist's method of waving back and forth is not very advanced, he has become more and more proficient in using it. He is holding a wine pot, and after pouring it out, it has become a hangover soup in another pot.

"Mr. Chen first offer a cup to Mr. Sanhua and Mistress Sanhua."

"Thank you General for your hospitality."

"Meow……"

"Sir, please use your chopsticks. Don't be polite. Although the conditions here are better than those in the army, please be as comfortable as in the army."

"nature."

The Taoist moved his chopsticks first.

Songjiang perch is the best season. There is no other complicated method, just steam it with scallions and ginger, and pour some soy sauce. Song You took the lead in picking up a piece of belly meat, but put it in the bowl of Sanhua Niangniang.

General Chen was already holding the chopsticks, but he stopped when he saw the situation, and then started to wait until the Taoist brought him some food, and said to the Taoist at the same time: "Your Majesty's health is getting worse and worse."

"The rumors are true?"

"It's true." General Chen also held the perch, "When I heard about it in the north, even though Chen's sources were reliable, I thought it might be a drama put on by the national teacher and His Majesty. When I returned to Beijing to face the saint, I saw His Majesty's physical condition with my own eyes... Your Majesty is too old. It may be false that he was frightened by the assassination of a small country in the Western Regions, but it is true that his health is getting worse."

"Where is Princess Changping?"

"Still in custody, the court has had a lot of discussions about how to deal with her. She committed a capital crime, but after all, she has a deep relationship with His Majesty. At the beginning, she helped His Majesty ascend the throne with her own hands. In the following 20 or 30 years, she also worked hard to assist His Majesty to create such a prosperous world. Your Majesty is old. Old people are easy to make up their minds and soften their hearts."

It sounds that the wind and rain in the capital was far more serious than the folk rumors.

The emperor was old, and his body was going downhill, like a reminder, making the emperor anxious, and the princess also anxious. Correspondingly, the growth of the two princes accelerated the process.

Song You also heard the general's sorrow.

In fact, most of the time, the reason why great emperors get rid of meritorious generals is not that they are afraid of generals—this kind of emperor has arrogance and self-confidence, but his self-confidence is limited to himself, and he feels that he can easily overwhelm these famous officials and generals.

So the emperor, who knew that his time was approaching, did not hesitate to get rid of the powerful Princess Changping by means of thunder.

And what about this Marquis of Wu'an?

It was difficult for General Chen to express this sorrow to others.

"Ha ha!"

General Chen laughed twice, with an open mind: "Sir, you have just returned to Beijing, how can you talk about this? Please enjoy the food and wine to your heart's content, and worry about tomorrow, and worry about it tomorrow."

So enjoy the delicious food and wine, talk about the changes in Changjing in the past three years, and also talk about the views of the court and the central government on the restoration of the northern states.