Finally, at three o'clock in the morning, news came from the front.

Tanhua Lang's pro-provincial team has arrived near the Tutu Temple in the south and is walking towards the entrance of the village.

Li Zheng waved his hand: "Everyone, get ready!"

The team finally entered the village.

On the road at the entrance of Mu's courtyard, the firecrackers prepared in sight were lit.

The dragon and lion dance teams invited in advance also started dancing.

Firecrackers are blasting and gongs and drums are noisy.

People from ten villages and eight villages came to Changping Village to watch the fun.

There were neat and orderly rows of official officials, and the leader was holding a big sign in his hand.

On both sides of the road, the onlookers almost didn't know how to read and didn't know what words were written on which brands. Everyone's faces were full of excitement and novelty.

A pair of eyes searched the crowd for the favored Tanhua Lang.

Among the villagers watching, there was an old man with gray hair and all his teeth.

They lived a lifetime and most of their bodies were buried in the ground.

I didn't expect to see such a scene in my lifetime. This life is enough.

As for the children, they were caught in the crowd, or were held in the arms or carried on the shoulders of their parents.

They all opened their clothes with curious eyes, and they wanted to burn the scene they saw here deeply into their memories.

When I grow up in the future, like my ancestors, I will take a break from farming in the fields.

Take a sip of dry cigarette, drink a sip of cold tea, glance at the distant direction of the capital, and tell your descendants about the great scenes you saw when you were a child...

Yang Ruoqing also stood in the crowd, watching the team pass by in an orderly manner on the road in front of them.

She saw the young man riding a tall horse surrounded by people in the middle.

Wearing a white flowing cloud robe, she is elegant and elegant.

His dark hair was tied into a bun on top of his head and he wore a gilded official hat.

His facial features are delicate and handsome, and his temperament is refined and elegant.

The fingers holding the pen are slender and handsome, and they are holding the reins in their hands.

While sitting upright on the horse, without squinting his eyes and raising the corners of his lips slightly, he passed through the crowd and all the light gathered on him.

The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hooves, and I see all the flowers in Chang'an at once.

Tanhua Lang is indeed personable and extraordinary!

Yang Ruoqing stood in the crowd, watching the graceful figure in white walking past her sight.

Beside, several young ladies and young wives looked at him with eyes wide open and their cheeks turned red.

The exclamations one after another, as well as the girls' beating heartbeats,

Even with the loud gongs and drums, Yang Ruoqing was still captured.

She couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

People are still the same people as before.

Just because of the change in identity and status, that person's charm suddenly sublimated.

What's more, Mu Zichuan himself is a master with both good looks and temperament.

This trip to high school to scout for the most beautiful girl and return home will probably capture the hearts of countless girls, right?

For a long time from now on, I'm afraid he will often appear in the dreams of countless young girls and young wives, right?

hey-hey……

She was thinking evilly when she was suddenly kicked hard by a villain in her stomach.

At that time, her hand happened to be caressing her belly out of habit.

There were so many people, and she was afraid that someone without eyes would bump into her, so she used both hands to caress her belly.

At this moment, a certain villain kicked her with his fist, and it happened to touch her palm.

She clearly felt the strength and outline of that little hand.

This discovery made her so surprised that she almost screamed.

Of course, Yang Ruoqing knew why the little guy woke up suddenly and was still raging in her stomach.

She gently stroked her belly and said to this little person in her heart: "Don't worry, no matter how handsome or popular others are, they are not your mother's cup of tea."

"Your mother and I are the food of your father."

"Besides, your father's big meal has already been eaten by me. Haha, it's you..."

After some comfort from her, a certain villain gradually calmed down.

Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath.

I am fearless, and now I finally have someone to compromise with.

You little guy, let me compromise, give in, be tolerant...

But I am so happy with it. This should be maternal love, right?

Ahead, Mu Zichuan, surrounded by people, arrived near the yard of Lao Mu's house.

Then, the team stopped, he tightened the reins and fell lightly from the high horse.

Seeing his dismounting action, Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

This kid, for this return home, has practiced mounting and dismounting a hundred times beforehand, right?

Look, it’s so neat and chic, haha...

"Ouch!"

Just as this thought passed through my mind, someone in my stomach started to get angry again.

Yang Ruoqing quickly cleared her mind and kept the spiritual platform clear.

Then, tell the little guy in your belly over and over again that your dad is the best, the most dashing and handsome!

Your father is the best in the world when he mounts and dismounts...

The anger of a certain villain in his stomach gradually calmed down.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry.

Is this child a boy or a girl?

Why are you so close to your child's father and why are you so protective of him?

It is said that the son and his father are enemies, and the daughter was his father's little lover in his previous life.

So, there is a girl in this belly?

Is it really okay for a girl to have such a bad temper?

Thinking like this, ahead, after Tanhua Lang Muzichuan got off his horse, he put his hands behind his back and raised his eyes to look at the small farmyard in front of him.

There were many emotions on Qingjun's face.

At this time, a woman ran over excitedly from the courtyard gate.

"Zichuan!"

Widow Liu shouted towards Mu Zichuan, and her running steps stopped suddenly when she reached a few steps in front of Mu Zichuan.

The woman looked at the young man in brilliant clothes in front of her. He was so elegant and noble.

This...is really my son?

Widow Liu was surprised and happy, she couldn't believe it.

She wanted to go forward, but seeing such a large formation, the woman was a little afraid.

"Zichuan? Are you really back?"

The woman shouted timidly towards Muzichuan.

Mu Zichuan has been looking at the small farmhouse in front of him, as if he has seen scenes of his life here in the past twenty years.

He was immersed in memories...

It wasn't until the woman's questioning voice reached his ears that he came back to his senses.

"mother!"

Muzichuan slowly turned around and saw the woman in front of him whom he had not seen for nearly a year.

On the handsome face, the pupils were slightly shrunk, and every muscle on the face was trembling slightly.

"mother!"

He shouted again and rushed towards Widow Liu.

When he got close, Muzichuan stopped, brushed off his white Liuyun robe, and knelt on the ground.

"Mother, my son kowtows to you!"
Chapter completed!