Chapter 1805
After finishing speaking, she hurried to catch up.
In the lobby, Old Scholar kept walking with his hands on his back, thinking about how to talk to the two women later.
At this moment, the two women walked into the hall together.
Zhang Yuyao stepped forward and asked with a look of concern: "Sir, have you heard from Noble Son Zhang?"
Old Scholar gave the two women a meaningful look. Heavily nodded: "Yes, Feng'zi has news, but..."
Speaking of this, a melancholy flashed in his eyes: "However, Feng'zi is in a bad situation now, I heard I am drifting towards the grassland."
"What?"
Zhang Yuyao cried out in surprise, I can't believe it.
As a daughter, although she doesn't know much about the national major event, she also knows that the grassland is the hinterland of the Turkic people.
If Noble Son Zhang goes there, is it still possible to live?
What if something happened to Noble Son Zhang? What can I do?
Thinking of this, she felt sad in her heart.
Jing Shu is different. She is usually experienced and knowledgeable and has a slightly broader vision.
I immediately thought of why Noble Son Zhang went to the grassland?
There is the Turkic people's territory. If you go there, you will undoubtedly die.
Noble Son Zhang is so stupid, to do such a mindless thing.
So she began to guess in her heart.
Old Scholar saw that the two women did not speak, thinking they were over-sorrowful, and quickly persuaded: "Missy, you must not be sad. Although Feng'zi is drifting towards the grassland, there is no danger for the time being. ......"
"Really?"
Zhang Yuyao suddenly looked up, looking at Old Scholar expectantly.
Jing Shu was also awakened by the conversation between the two, and quickly looked at Old Scholar, with a look of hope: "Sir, what is going on?"
She always feels that this The thing is definitely not simple, Noble Son Zhang has no reason to go to the grassland, but she can't figure out why, and now she has to ask Mister Yu for help.
Old Scholar didn’t have any ink marks. He looked at the two women and said with a serious expression: "Yes, there is news from the palace that Cheng Yaojin and Li Jing have gone to rescue Feng'zi, and the emperor has also ordered To rescue Feng'zi, those old fogeys on the mountain also spontaneously said that they would send servants to look for Feng'zi, so you don’t have to worry."
Hearing this, the two women's heart in their throats finally eased. Down.
If His Majesty now orders, Noble Son Zhang should be in no danger.
After all, the emperor is the most powerful person in the world. If he can't save him, who else can save him?
And those gentlemen on the mountain, they are basically respected people.
If they are willing to make a move, I believe Noble Son Zhang will be in no danger, right?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuyao finally smiled: "Many thanks, Mr. Noble Son Zhang has worked hard for Noble Son Zhang this time, and our sister saluted Mr. Noble Son Zhang."
, She took Jing Shu and gave a salute to Old Scholar respectfully.
Old Scholar was not cautious, and accepted a gift with peace of mind. He is nominally the Honored Teacher of Zhang Feng, and this gift is acceptable.
The two women just got up and were about to speak, when footsteps came from outside the door.
A servant walked in with a teacup.
Zhang Yuyao took a look at Jing Shu and suddenly realized that this must have been arranged by Jing Shu Younger Sister. He couldn't help but admire Jing Shu in his heart, and then looked towards Old Scholar, only to realize that it hadn't been said for a long time. Asking someone to take a seat, she said with a look of guilt: "Sir, please take a seat. Our sister is rude. You have not invited you to take a seat after a long time." After finishing speaking, she personally took a cup of tea and handed it to Old Scholar owes himself at the table: "Mr. invites tea."
Old Scholar naturally doesn't care about so many details. It is natural to come to Zhang Mansion to be a family, so he casually finds a seat and sits down, laughed : "You don't have to be polite, it's all a family."
Jing Shu nodded, said with a smile: "Mr. said yes."
Immediately, the two women are not polite, both He took his seat and talked about the cotton-padded clothes in the yard.
At the same time, on Cháng'ān Street.
People coming, people going here, it’s so lively.
The shopkeeper, the young man and the others are interspersed in the crowd, and they are still shouting various chants, just like Yu'er wandering in the ocean, do as one pleases.
There is a dazzling array of delicacies on the street, including wontons, steamed cakes, etc., emitting bursts of aroma, which is fascinating.
Along the way, there are officers and soldiers shuttled from time to time. They are wearing armor and holding Mitsubishi army thorns. They are extraordinary, adding a solemn atmosphere to this street, which is daunting.
They were sent by the Ministry of War to patrol. Since the last Xuanwu Gate incident, Cháng'ān suffered casualties. Li Shimin called the Minister to discuss it. He thought it would be useless to garrison alone. Something real.
Although I know that the Xuanwu Gate incident is a farce, but in order to avoid the same thing from happening in the future.
Li Shimin ordered, arranging twelve groups of soldiers to patrol in Chang'an City every day, changing every hour, although it consumes some troops, it greatly increases the people’s sense of security .
Think about it, if there is any imitate the dog and steal chicken in Chang'an City, the people can immediately report it to the patrolling soldiers, so that they can be stopped immediately.