The Great Tang: World Martial God

The journey is far away, but not boring.

The two ladies with their noses and red eye circles gradually calmed down after suffering parting sorrow.

The two people who have never traveled far are gradually attracted by the customs and exotic customs of other countries.

I have seen the towering Mount Hua, passed the magnificent Luoyang, watched the temple fair at the Vulcan Terrace, and walked through the hometown of Emperor Yao.

Fragrant but not greasy, lean but not chaotic Qin's bacon. Carefully carved, graceful and gorgeous peony agar-agar. Fresh and new, uniquely shaped goat fish.

A series of unheard of local specialties made the two beautiful ladies refreshing and endless aftertaste.

When he was full of food and drink, Tang Hao's various novel stories were also whispering in the swaying carriage and the wandering boat.

The bleak love tragedy of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu caused the two of them to hide their faces and sob, and weep in sorrow. The ups and downs of Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying's life made the two beautiful women fascinated and fascinated.

The joyous journey always flies quickly, and when the two of them listened with gusto, the boat had already arrived in Yangzhou.

"Master Hou, I'm in Yangzhou."

Wu Tong's voice broke the three already fascinated.

Tang Hao smiled and looked at the two people in front of him.

"Let's go, let's go and see this Misty Jiangnan."

After leaving the cabin, the three of them stood still on the bow of the boat, the misty and rainy Jiangnan, fully conspicuous in front of them.

Small boats are rippling on the calm river, and the afterglow of the setting sun outlines the sturdy figure of the fisherman, and the long bamboo poles are poked into the water from time to time, smashing the reflection of the setting sun.

The thin willows are lightly slanted, the jade bridge lies horizontally, the white walls and black tiles, the sound of Xiao is faint.

With a casual glance, it is an ink landscape. Listening to a song is a sweet memory.

Tang Hao looked at the two wide-eyed figures beside him and smiled indifferently.

The beauty of the present, needless to say.

Tang Hao's array is so grand that many locals in Yangzhou are stunned.

Eighteen sturdy war horses headed the head, and eighteen burly men in black clothes stood on the pier with all kinds of bright swords on their backs.

In the front, Tang Hao was dressed in a white shirt and stood with his back on his back, looking at the river in the distance.

When the crowd was restless, the horse neighed, accompanied by the approaching horseshoes, galloping in.

A carriage drawn by two horses, with a pattern of cirrus clouds inlaid with silver, is luxurious and splendid. The ebony carriage was gloomy and shiny, and steel wheels rolled over the bluestone floor, making roars.

The two carriages behind him were separated on both sides, and the armored soldiers straddled the high-headed horse, holding soldiers in hand, shouting to make way for the stopping people around them.

The carriage stopped in front of Tang Hao and his group. The middle-aged man in a scarlet robe poked his head out of the carriage on the side and got out.

Many of the people recognize this person as Yang Ming, the governor of Yangzhou!

The governor of Yangzhou was able to welcome him personally, and the crowd of onlookers immediately became agitated, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Hey! Look at these people, the samurai is burly, the horse is strong, they must be a family of wealthy families."

"I'm afraid it's even more noble than this rich family. Look at our Cishi bowing respectfully and welcoming with smiles, this person must be extraordinary."

"Tsk tusk, I'm afraid these people are from the imperial city, look at those two ladies, the country is beautiful, the jewels are precious, I am afraid they are the nobles in the palace!"

The envy in the guessing sound is beyond words.

Yang Ming, the governor of Yangzhou, took a personal guard and hurried forward to pay his respects.

"Yangzhou Governor Yang Ming, I have met Lord Tang, Princess Ningyuan, Princess Changle."

Yang Ming's courtesy and respectful attitude made Tang Hao feel good.

Raising Yang Ming's arm slightly, Tang Hao said with a smile.

"Master Cishi needn't be polite."

"I'm waiting for a group of people to come to your place this time, and I will stay for many days. I also hope that the adults can take care of it."

These polite remarks made Yang Ming panic.

For a senior official in the imperial city like Tang Hao, he, the provincial governor of Xiaozhou County, is like a stone under Mount Tai.

Yang Ming's bowed body was lower and hurriedly said.

"My lord is serious!"

"If there is an order, the adults will say that the official will do my best and will not hesitate."

Looking at the humble Yang Ming, Tang Hao smiled bitterly.

It seems that this respect and order has already penetrated into the bone marrow of this governor.

Holding up Yang Ming's figure, Tang Hao pointed to your small town in front of him and walked slowly.

"Just talk about this small town."

Standing beside Tang Hao, laughing with him, carefully telling the history of the small town in front of him, he bowed in front of the carriage.

"Master Tang, the carriage is ready, the next official will take you to the mansion."

Looking at the brand-new and gorgeous carriage, Tang Hao bowed his hand in return, smiling.

"Master Yang, it cost you money."

A simple compliment only made Yang Ming's heart warm, and the smile on his face became even greater, and he quickly bowed his hands.

"Where is it! Master Tang is noble, so it's good if you don't dislike it!"

Between the words, he already bowed and opened the curtain, stood aside, and made a please gesture.

Tang Hao looked at the two ladies who were already immersed in the landscape behind him, and smiled.

"Let's go! Let's go to the mansion first and put down our bags."

"When I have a free time, I will take the two of you around to appreciate the beauty of this Jiangnan water village."