The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

There were more and more people on both sides of the street, forming a thick wall of people. The people sitting in the lobby could not see the situation on the avenue at all. Some people couldn't hold themselves back, paid for the refreshments, and ran to squeeze in.

After the first one, the second one soon followed. After a while, there were only a few elderly people in the entire hall who were inconvenient to squeeze in.

Mo Yan couldn't see anything while sitting by the window. After thinking about it, she paid the bill and ran to squeeze in with the group of people. She made a special trip to see Xiao Ruiyuan off. If she couldn't even see him, what kind of farewell would it be?

"Don't squeeze in the back, people are almost squeezed in!"

"Go back, go back, my waistband is squeezed out, get out of the way and let me look for it."

"Ouch, the instep of my foot is about to be broken. If I don't squeeze, I will die!"

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The crowds were all clamoring not to be crowded. There was only a small spot with a good view. Everyone wanted to stand at the front. If you didn’t let me, I wouldn’t let you, so the crowding became even more intense!

Mo Yan originally wanted to find a secluded place, just stand aside and take a look at Xiao Ruiyuan, but there were too many people. Even if she didn't squeeze, others would squeeze her, and if they squeezed, she would be squeezed in the middle. , and after another squeeze, he was pushed to the front, and his head almost hit the cold armor of a guard.

After getting such a good position, Mo Yan naturally didn't want to be squeezed out anymore, but except for the continuous maintenance of the imperial guards, there was no one to focus on. She had to grit her teeth and stand there, not moving even if anyone squeezed her.

After almost being squeezed away several times, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed a corner of the armor. Fortunately, the guard was dragged away countless times, and there were so many people, so he didn't care.

The freezing cold wind did not dampen people's enthusiasm. More and more people lined the streets to watch, and the army that was about to go on an expedition finally came from a distance. Coming out of the corner were eight royal guards with solemn faces and spears in their hands, clearing the way for the army.

Then a pure black war horse came out, and the man in black armor sitting upright on it, who was it if it wasn't Xiao Ruiyuan?

The mild winter day enveloped his body softly, reflecting sharp cold light. Such a strong contrast went straight into Mo Yan's heart, making her breath suffocated, and she could no longer see anything else in her eyes. .

She was not the only one who was shocked. The moment the god-like man appeared, the entire noisy street fell silent. People's eyes were chasing that figure with only one thought in their mind: This is the moment. He is a real general!

"General Xiao will win! Da Chu will win!"

I don’t know who shouted the first voice in excitement, and it came out very clearly in the silence. People woke up from a dream, and the emotions raging in their hearts seemed to open the floodgates of catharsis. The shouts of "General Xiao will win, Da Chu will win" came overwhelming and resounded through the sky!

In the private room of the teahouse, the ladies of the ladies did not care about being reserved. They all stood in front of the window with excited expressions, looking at the most dazzling figure with blushing faces, and the admiration in their eyes almost leaked out.

Mo Yan stared closely at the figure that was getting closer and closer, feeling shocked in her heart! She wanted to shout loudly along with the people, but when the words came to her lips, she realized that straightforward words were also very pale when facing him like this.

This was not the first time for Xiao Ruiyuan to experience such an exciting scene. He restrained his fierce momentum and accepted people's admiration and expectations without turning his eyes. However, he unconsciously swept his eyes towards the crowd, hoping to see what was in his heart. That petite silhouette.

No, no, still not!