The general went out again at night + extra episode

The people on both sides of the street suddenly erupted, their arms were raised high, they danced wildly, and shouted: "General Xia, General Xia!"

Xia Qingshu's face burst into smiles, and he enthusiastically waved back to the people.When she smiled, there was a pair of pear dimples at the corners of her mouth, which was very kind, and invisibly narrowed the distance between her and the people.

The team returning to Beijing was slowly marching on the main street of Nanjing City. Suddenly, a little girl jumped out from the foot of the patrol guard, took three steps forward, and stopped in the middle of the main street in a daze, turning her head to look at the approaching team.

The little girl is a naive child, about three years old. She probably got out after being pushed and shoved by the crowd. At this time, she blinked her big eyes and looked at Xia Qingshu on the horseback motionlessly. Hug together helplessly.

Seeing this, the guard on patrol got angry and shouted: "Where is the child? Get out!" After saying that, he stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his palm roughly, and grabbed the little girl's clothes, wanting to To carry her out of the Main Street aisle.

The little girl was frightened, and stretched out her little hand to cover her eyes, her lips were shriveled.

"Presumptuous, stop!" Xia Qingshu on the horse reined in the horse and shouted at the guard.

"General Xia." The guard hurriedly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and cupped his fists in response.

"It's none of your business, go down."

"Yes."

The reprimanded guard returned to his post with his head down, not daring to be presumptuous anymore.The little girl was still standing where she was, looking at Xia Qingshu with big round eyes.Xia Qingshu raised his palm and made a gesture to stop advancing. Soon, the team behind stopped.

Xia Qingshu dismounted and walked towards the little girl. The ignorant little girl smiled sweetly when she saw her approaching.

Xia Qingshu squatted down and said pleasantly, "You recognize me?"

The little girl nodded.

"Who am I?" Xia Qingshu asked, pointing to her nose.

"Xia, Qing, Shu." The little girl paused every word, her voice was immature and her appearance was serious, these three words made Xia Qingshu's heart melt.

Xia Qingshu couldn't be happier, and then she was a little puzzled: "How do you know me?"

The little girl replied seriously: "My mother taught you, she said you are our Yunnan hero."

Xia Qingshu suddenly realized that she was a commoner from Yunnan who moved to the capital.

"Where's your mother? It's dangerous for you to stand here alone." Xia Qingshu asked in a warm voice.

The little girl's expression suddenly became depressed: "There are too many people, I can't find A Niang."

Xia Qingshu thought for a while and said, "I'll help you find Aniang."

After finishing speaking, Xia Qingshu stretched out his arms, carried the little girl on his shoulders, and shouted towards the crowd: "Whose girl is this?"

The people onlookers looked left and right, shaking their heads one after another.

Xia Qingshu waited on the spot for a while, but still no one made a sound.

She can't wait any longer, she still has to go to Yangsheng Gate to meet the emperor, there is no delay.

"Whoever has lost a girl, come to the Fuyuan General's Mansion to claim it." After saying that, Xia Qingshu stepped onto the steed, hugged the little girl in one hand, held the rope with the other, clamped the horse's belly, and rushed to the inner city.

The little girl was held in Xia Qingshu's arms calmly, showing no sign of fear.

She turned her head left and right to glance at the crowd on both sides of the street, and finally raised her head to glue her eyes on Xia Qingshu's face.

There was a scar on Xia Qingshu's right cheek. It was an injury he suffered during the battle against Mongolia not long ago. The injury was not serious, and the scab had fallen off, but the scar hadn't disappeared yet.

The little girl stretched out her soft little hand, pressed it against the scar on Xia Qingshu's cheek, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Xia Qingshu's heart really melted again, she looked at the little girl's clean and innocent eyes, smiled and shook her head, and said two words: "It doesn't hurt."

Approaching the inner city, Xia Qingshu handed over the little girl to his subordinate Liu Yan, and ordered her to take her back to the general's mansion to take care of her.

In front of Yangsheng Gate, Emperor of Yan Ji Zhiyan and his officials greeted him, Xia Qingshu and the famous Xia Family Army received many rewards.The emperor thought that she had worked so hard in fighting everywhere, so he held a banquet in the palace tomorrow to welcome her.

Xia Qingshu had no choice but to agree.

When returning to the General's Mansion at night, Xia Qingshu learned that the little girl she met on the street had been picked up by her family, and the little girl's family seemed to have sent some things.

Xia Qingshu sat on the teacher's chair in the hall, and straightened her body: "What did the little girl's family give? Return the precious ones quickly."

"Reporting to the general is a portrait." Liu Qi, the housekeeper of the general's mansion, said.

"Portrait? Whose portrait?"

Liu Qi handed a scroll to Xia Qingshu, with a mysterious smile on his face: "The general will know when he opens it."

Xia Qingshu glanced at Liu Qi, took the scroll in his hand, and unwrapped the knot tied in the middle of the scroll, and she spread out the whole painting.

"Huh? Isn't this me?" Xia Qingshu murmured while looking at the scroll.

"Exactly."

"It's no wonder that little girl can remember my face at such a young age. It turns out that her mother is a painter." Xia Qingshu looked at the whole painting and commented: "This painting is not bad!"

"This old servant who is a painter knows a thing or two. She is well-known in the capital."

Xia Qingshu stared at her own portrait several times and couldn't put it down. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind, and she immediately said to Liu Qi, "Who does this painter usually paint? Can this general hire him?"