In front of the crowd.

Cao Xin stood fiercely, and on his left cheek, a ferocious scar passed through his forehead and reached the area of ​​his jaw. The rolled flesh and black hole-like eye sockets made him look like a ferocious evil spirit from hell.

"There are noises, killing, and the twitching, killing!" Cao Xin shouted in a humming voice.

The personal soldiers took the order of the general, and Li Yuan was watching from behind, and they suddenly became energetic. They all straightened their bodies and lined up in a dense wall of people, blocking all the idiots on both sides of the road.

"It's all gone. With this skill, I can work a job on the Leyou in the south of the city and support a few families." An honest man coughed, carried a hoe and turned around and left.

This is a smart person.

People who can predict danger and avoid danger are the pillars of a family.

This man was about thirty years old and had an unknown animal skin around his waist. He seemed to have just moved out of the mountains and could only hide in the deep mountains of the Qinling Mountains. A strong man like him could escape the continuous wars.

Some people take the lead, and some people follow.

Slowly, the abortion of people gathered in Baqiao gradually decreased, making the convoy's progress smoother. In fact, the Qin people, who were accustomed to discipline, were not very enthusiastic about watching and joining in the fun.

This time, if the incident of the restoration of the Qin Dynasty had not released their long-suppressed mood, they would not have rushed to witness the appearance of Li Yuan and other heroes of the Revival.

The little girl, who was tiptoing on the river steps, was surprised to find that there was a wide open in front of her, and the crowds that blocked her view were sparse, and even the north wind blowing from the other side of the city wall became strong.

"Oh!" The little girl let out a low voice, and a silk scarf from her daughter's house tied on her head was blown away from her hair sign. Then, under the turbulence around, it floated swaying towards the center of the Ba Bridge.

The wind crosses the Ba Bridge.

It brings a little dry and noise on the northwest prairie.

Li Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes passed through the bridge head in front of him, and entered the train of the city gate, and turned to an unknown and vast direction that he could not see clearly.

What will happen in the future?

Li Yuan could no longer predict it now.

The advantage of the foresight of history has now lost all the value of exploitation. If he still thinks according to his inherent ideas, he may suffer a great loss.

The situation has changed.

People are also changing. Li Yuan's appearance, from changing personal encounters to changing the process of major events, is gradually pushing this era into an unknown strange era.

Therefore, if he wants to live better, he still needs to pay more sweat, absorb more knowledge, and gather more talents. Only in this way can he become stronger and stronger and make Qin truly the hegemon of this era.

Under his crotch, the yellow-fat horse would not think about what the owner was thinking. It looked around and looked particularly energetic. Today is not only a glorious day for Li Yuan, but also its most proud day.

The shiny fur and neat teeth all showed its strength and health. Teams of companions who were pulling the cart passed by, lowered their horse's heads, gasped, and worked hard to walk with heavy hooves, casting envious eyes at it.

Huang Feima glanced at these companions who were only Pera cart with disdain, his eyes full of pride.

Only by working hard can you get glory.

This is true for people, and so is war horses.

There are often horses with thousands of miles, but there are not. It is a lucky thing for a war horse to find an excellent master among thousands of generals.

Before the White Horse Crossing, the yellow-fat horse once dragged its wounded body and traveled hundreds of miles a day and night. When he headed north to Helan, he never fell into a disadvantage in front of the nomadic riders.

The yellow-fat horse was arrogant and could not help but raise its head and sniffed.

The silk scarf had already begun to fall, but was suddenly pushed by a gust of air from below. It immediately seemed as if it had added strength again and stuck it towards a huge black shadow on the horse.

"Bang!"

Li Yuan's left arm was wrapped in a silk scarf. The sharp thorns of the armor slashed the surface of the thin and soft scarf, leaving a faint trace.

Retracting the thoughts, Li Yuan couldn't help laughing.

When will you become as imaginative as a poet, and think about it?

Could it be that it was because of my spare time. Thinking about the fact that Xin Sheng, Zhang Han, Yang Xiong and other veterans in the army persuaded him to marry a newcomer as soon as possible a few days ago, Li Yuan couldn't help but feel like a fight.

As a pseudo-ancient man who traveled through time, Li Yuan had secrets that cannot be known to others. If the people around him could not keep the secret well or had selfish thoughts, there would definitely be dissonance in the future.

Beauty and confidant.

Which one is?

Is the eldest princess Yushu who is as close as her elder sister-in-law and has a skin-happy relationship, or has been waiting hard, a foolish Gu Yunniang, Li Yuan suddenly felt that dealing with the struggle between women is not as easy as fighting on the battlefield.

A man who goes home is actually a half-year-old child. Sometimes he just needs a harbor that can relax his mood, just laugh, just cry, just don’t think or think, no need to guess the meaning of every sentence, no need to build a fence in his heart, and beware of others.

But this is a dream that many people hope for.

At least, Li Yuan didn't want to do a hero like King Liu Bang of Han who held Lu Zhi on the left and Ji Ji on the right, and then two women fought for the bloody heads.

"Hey, uncle, silk scarf, return it to me?" The tender and nice soft words disturbed Li Yuan's mood. Looking at the sound, a young lady with almond eyes and willow eyebrows lay on Cao Xin's arm, waving her little hands randomly, calling.

"Uncle -, am I so old?" Li Yuan touched the beard that had just grown under his jaw, and the man's self-esteem was severely hit.

"So what if I don't return?" Looking at the energetic and worry-free little girl, the depressed Li Yuan suddenly felt like hesitation and took the silk scarf embroidered with the word "Xin" in his hand.

"If you don't return, I'll tell my dad to go." The little lady said in a angrily voice.

"Haha, the girl was so angry. Li Yuan laughed and kneaded the silk scarf into a ball and stuffed it into his arms under the almost angry gaze of the little girl.

After this delay, most of the Princess's convoy had entered the city. Li Yuan was in a good mood and pulled the reins of the horse and took Cao Xin and others into the city.

The little girl was extremely angry. She didn't expect that the great hero Li Yuan in her mind would be a scoundrel. No, she should be said to be a scoundrel.

The crowds of onlookers dispersed in groups of three or three.

"Hey, have you heard that Mr. Li has not been married yet? I wonder whose daughter is so lucky?" Several gossiped wives were washing clothes on the steps by the river, whispering and joking.
Chapter completed!