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Fu Jingxuan left Chuzhou for a year, but he didn't return when he was supposed to.

No matter how far the land of Fanbang is, it takes a year to go back and forth, which is already full of calculations.

Before the hot summer, Fang Zesheng was not in a hurry, but after autumn, he couldn't sit still. At that time, he received a customer. The customer was doing silk business, and he wandered around the small countries all the year round. Here comes a message——

I heard that there was civil strife in the royal family of the northern region, and the third prince Xiao was busy with internal affairs all day long, so he didn't have the time to deal with the tea fight affairs elegantly. Several tea scholars sent by this dynasty were trapped in foreign lands. You can't leave the capital for half a step, and you can only leave after the Xiao family's family affairs are properly handled.

When will it be properly handled?

Who can say for sure?

One year or two is not too short, and ten or eight years is not too long. Hearing that the Son of Heaven got the news, he gave Third Prince Xiao an extra half a year.It would be best if he settles the family affairs within half a year, if he can't, he has to send me back to the capital intact after half a year, and we must not wait indefinitely.And in the next few years, no more Mingshi and Mingdou can be invited. After all, the two countries are far apart, and it takes too long to go back and forth, so we have to wait for other opportunities.

When Fang Zesheng heard about this matter, he immediately went to the capital. Mr. Zhang had just helped Mr. Xu deal with the matter, and was about to write a letter to Fang Zesheng to inform him that Fu Jingxuan and others would stay in Fanbang for half a year. Go to the door with a cane in person and ask him if this is really the case?

Mr. Zhang nodded and said yes, and he recounted all the things that Mr. Xu wrote to ask him to report to the emperor, and the emperor issued an edict to the third prince Xiao for half a year.

As a result, what was supposed to take a year turned into a year and a half.

No matter how unwilling Fang Zesheng was, he had no other choice, so he begged Mr. Zhang to help him pay attention to Fanbang's movements, and at the same time asked the previous silk seller to send some news to the Fang family from time to time, for fear of internal conflicts in the Xiao family. The intensification caused wars, injuring Fu Jingxuan and others.

Although the majesty of the Tian family cannot be violated, if there is a war, who can take care of whose safety?

"Let go of him—!" A rapid growl came from the galloping carriage on the official road. Zhou Qi was sitting in the front room of the carriage. When he heard the sound, he immediately turned his head and opened the curtain to climb in. He said urgently: " Are you alright?!"

Fang Zesheng was wearing a light gray robe dyed with green pine ink, leaning on the chair and breathing heavily.His chest heaved violently, beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead one by one, and his already extremely pale face became a little paler.

Seeing the panic in his eyes, Zhou Qi knew that he was having a nightmare again, so he hurriedly poured him a cup of warm tea and handed it to him.

Fang Zesheng waited for a long time before he gradually regained his sanity, raised his slightly trembling right hand to take Zhou Qi's cup, and asked, "How many days until we arrive?"

Zhou Qi said: "We will be able to arrive at Linhuang Mansion in seven or eight days. Brother Che said that our journey was very smooth and we didn't encounter any severe weather, which saved us a lot of time."

Fang Zesheng nodded, took a sip of warm tea slowly, covered his beating heart, and closed his eyes.

He just had a nightmare. He dreamed that Fu Jingxuan was kidnapped by the vicious aliens. He couldn't catch up with his limping legs. He could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

"The head of the family..." Zhou Qi saw that his cheeks that had grown some flesh had sunken again these days, and felt extremely uncomfortable, so he raised his hand to help him cover the blanket on the car, and got out of the car.

Inside Linhuang Mansion, there is a sense of peace.

Prophet Tao wrapped himself in a fur-collared cloak and brought Pu Ling to the city's market for a walk.

The market was quite lively, and the internal turmoil in the Xiao family did not have much impact on the people in the capital.Prophet Tao couldn't lift his spirits a few days ago. Seeing that the day when the emperor specially approved him to return to his hometown was getting closer, he finally came back to life. According to the task assigned to him by Fang Zesheng, let's take a look at the customs and customs of this place. See if you can make a big deal before you leave.

There are few fresh vegetables in the market here. Most of them are meat, fresh milk or furs of wild animals. There is no porcelain, jade, and rouge. Even some scraps cut from clothes can be sold at high prices.

Prophet Tao tucked his hands into the sleeves of his shirt, and stood in front of a small stall with Pu Ling. There were a lot of broken tea on the stall. Prophet Tao grabbed a handful of tea and smelled it. It should be tea from some small households in the Central Plains. It has not been stored properly here and it has started to go stale.

The common people in Fanbang can't drink good tea, and the tea fragments and tea cakes given back by Tian's family are treasures that can only be enjoyed by the royal family.Although the stall owner in front of him has been to the Central Plains, he didn't taste the sweetness of the tea. He only said that the tea was bitter and astringent, and he couldn't sell it.

Prophet Tao paid for a pack, asked the stall owner a few questions in a dignified manner, and brought Pu Ling back to the carriage parked near the market.

This carriage was specially assigned to them by Xiao Heng. If they want to go out for fun, they can send it at will, but how can everyone be in the mood to play when they are trapped in a foreign land?Hu Yunshan and Pu Ling are better, both of them have no father or mother, and they don't have too much homesickness.Young master Tao is different. Since he was a child, he was well-clothed and loved by his parents. Even when he went out to do business, he followed his grandfather. He had never been away from his family for so long. He was often homesick and couldn't sleep.

He originally thought that among these few people, he was the only one who was the least promising, until one night when he saw Fu Jingxuan also unable to sleep at night, he realized that there was someone who missed his hometown even more than him.

"Should you pick up my second master first?" Pu Ling said while sitting in the carriage.

Prophet Tao nodded, and ordered the driver to take the two of them to the gate of the city, and carrying the bag of broken tea that he had just bought, he passed through the opening of the gate.

There is still no trace of green in the wild grass and Liaoyuan outside the city gate. There is a flat boulder under the wall on the left side of the city gate. Prophet Tao shook his cloak with broken tea, sat cross-legged on the stone, opened the tea bag, and handed To the person next to him, "Can you tell whose tea it is?"

This person is Fu Jingxuan, who is also wrapped in a cloak and sits cross-legged on a stone, resting his chin on one hand and propping his elbow on his knee. Withered grass leaves, I picked up two tea stalks and chewed them in my mouth. "The "Red Kiln" from Wu's House in Shangzhou is high broken. It is not a defective product, but it is an old tea. It cannot be brewed and needs to be boiled over high heat. Only then can it taste."

Prophet Tao sniffed the stale tea in disbelief. He couldn't tell that it was the high-quality tea from Wu's family in Shangzhou, so he imitated Fu Jingxuan and squeezed two tea stalks into his mouth. As soon as I swallowed, I was retched, stimulated by the smell of stale rotten tree leaves. I couldn't help but beat my chest and asked, "How do you swallow it?!"

Fu Jingxuan was slightly taken aback, only now did he realize that the two tea stalks in his mouth were indeed moldy, so he only responded lightly, without saying anything else.

A gust of wind blew up and messed up a few strands of hair on his forehead, and the strands of hair stuck to his face, just brushing past the blue stubble that appeared under his nose. Seeing his unkempt appearance, Prophet Tao sighed. He took a breath, stood up and said, "Go back?"

Fu Jingxuan looked into the distance and asked, "Where are you going?"

Prophet Tao said: "Xiao Heng's residence."

Fu Jingxuan shook his head, played with the semicircular jade pendant in his hand, and said, "Go back."

"I'll sit here for a while."

It is the closest to Chuzhou.

Perhaps, he is also looking this way.