With his hands behind his back, he ate a melon, and the country's fortune soared.

Chapter 138: Riding a Horse in the Street

After listening to Am's story, Qian Qian and Li Huan both understood everything.

Li Huan told Am some things about the Da Xia Yan tribe, and the old and the young talked endlessly.

There was no other way, Chu Qiyun had to order people to set up another tent to accommodate the remaining members of the Yan clan.

I don't know how the conversation went, but the next day Am promised to obey the orders of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

[Oh my god,] Qianqian sighed, [There are so many capable people around me, Tongzi, don’t you think so?]

[I don’t need to worry about it, I,]

Just then I remembered that Tongzi was hiding again, Qianqian scratched his face, [Alas. ]

He sighed deeply in his heart and handed over the matters of Yan clan and hiding the troops to Gu Feiyun and Chu Qiyun.

Qian Qian pulled Li Huan aside to discuss, "Should we go for a stroll in Zhaocheng?"

Li Huan looked at the big head behind Qian Qian. The pair of dark blue eyes were full of resentment. He grinned, "Where's Er Dan?"

"Ooooooooo."

Money money...

She turned around and stroked Erdan's big head with her hand, "Hey, my dear, you are too big, you know that? You will be a sitting duck once you enter the city."

"Be obedient. Stay in the forest and help the two generals deal with the affairs of the Yan clan. When we come back, I'll ask Huanhuan to make you roast chicken with different flavors."

Erdan tilted his head.

"And cured duck."

Erdan continued to tilt his head.

"Then add a few more fish and grill the meat."

Erdan stared at Qianqian eagerly.

"Can you eat as much as you want?"

"Ahhh," Erdan was finally happy, and kept nudging his big head into Qianqian's arms, "Ahhh..."

The Yan people who followed Am...

They were so scared that their legs went limp in front of the white wolf. The little princess was very close to it.

Am looked at Li Huan and Qian Qian, smiling so much that wrinkles appeared on the corners of his eyes. "Oh, they are all good kids."

"Amu, ahem," Ali beside her said hurriedly, "Calm down, she is the princess of Daxia."

Am rolled her eyes at Ali and said, "I know, but I, an old woman, have so much free time to arrange a marriage for a nine-year-old kid?"

Ali and her companions looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Their mother not only arranged a marriage for a nine-year-old kid, but even the one in her belly was not spared.

Gu Feiyun and Chu Qiyun, who were busy negotiating with the Yan clan, immediately stopped them when they heard that the princess and Young Master Li were going to Zhaocheng for fun.

But their attempts to stop him were in vain, and Qian Qian finally took Li Huan, Lin Jin and Lin Yin into Zhaocheng.

However, both dolls were disguised by Gu Feiyun and looked much more ordinary.

In addition, there were more than just Lin Jin and Lin Yin's secret guards protecting them, so he reluctantly agreed to let the two of them go.

Am looked at the two delicate-looking little babies, who turned into mud eggs in a short moment, and couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha, they painted it too dark, too dark. If it rains, ink will flow on their faces, hahaha..."

Money money...

Li Huan...

This old grandmother was so rude in making fun of them.

Am laughed enough and looked at Ahri, "You speak well in Chu language, and you often go out, why don't you be a guide for the two kids."

Ali was a woman in her forties, and she had three little monkeys of her own. She looked at Qian Qian and Li Huan with loving eyes, "Okay, I'll take you around Zhaocheng today."

If Zhaocheng could really be returned to Daxia as the two generals said, it would be considered saving the people of Zhaocheng from danger.

Ali led Qian Qian and a few others through the Dark Forest. Qian Qian was a little curious, "So the reputation of this Dark Forest was spread by the Yan tribe?"

"Yes," Ahri said in a full voice, "Those who tried to get in but couldn't get out were either detained by us or killed by us. In short, the people of Zhaocheng are afraid of the Dark Forest."

Qian Qian and Li Huan looked at each other and could understand the Yan people's thoughts.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the group came out of the dark forest.

"This is a shortcut," Ali pointed at the dirt road in front of him, "This road leads to the official road. In another half a quarter of an hour, we can reach the western outskirts of Zhaocheng."

"You must be careful when you get to the western outskirts of the city. There are many beggars, vagrants, pimps, thieves and swindlers there."

She spoke seriously, Qian Qian and Li Huan didn't dare to say anything, and they nodded seriously.

Looking at the two obedient kids, Ali grinned, "But you don't have to worry, I'm here."

"Thank you, Sister Ali," Li Huan said sweetly, "You must be tired too, right? I brought some sour plum juice here, you can have a few sips to quench your thirst."

Ali's cold eyes softened a little bit because of the word "sister".

And because of that noble man, I was able to drink the sour plum juice, which was three times softer.

For the rest of the journey, Ali and Li Huan wished they could treat each other as friends regardless of age difference.

At noon, almost time for lunch, the group finally reached the western suburbs.

Qianqian looked at the dilapidated thatched house and the beggars sitting in groups of three or four against the wall basking in the sun.

From time to time, people with malicious eyes passed by on the roadside, "Why are there so many beggars and refugees in Zhaocheng?"

She was afraid that her Daxia official language would attract attention, so she asked almost in a whisper.

“Humph,” Ahri did not lower her voice deliberately, “The Chu government has increased taxes by another 30%. Chu has suffered from floods and droughts this year and has not even received relief grain from the government.”

"The border of Zhaocheng is relatively good. If you go to the areas of Chu that have been hit by disasters, it is not an exaggeration to say that nine out of ten houses are empty."

Qianqian puffed up his cheeks and stopped talking.

Li Huan was also in a bad mood, and his bright eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Lin Jin and Lin Yin naturally protected the little princess more carefully. Fortunately, the journey was relatively safe and the group soon arrived at the main road.

Ali pointed ahead, "That's Zhaocheng Market Street, the Shijing Market, which can be said to be the busiest street in Zhaocheng."

"Of course, the street where the dignitaries live is called Fu'an Street."

"Ordinary people are not allowed to go to Fu'an Street. If you are caught, you will be beaten to death in the street."

Ali sounded accustomed to this, Qian Qian and Li Huan frowned as they listened.

Li Huan muttered quietly, "Humph, what do you mean by Fu'an Street is off-limits to ordinary people? In Daxia, there is no place where ordinary people cannot go freely except Huangcheng Street."

When Ali heard this, his eyes flashed, he sighed secretly and said nothing.

Qian Qian saw the loneliness in her expression and asked in a low voice, "Sister Ali, have you ever thought about going back?"

Ahri smiled and said, "No, although we long for that place, we have already gotten used to it here."

"Really?" Qian Qian felt relieved when she spoke frankly, "If this place can really become my fiefdom in the future..."

She didn't say anything else, but Ahri paused when she heard it.

Soon his ears were filled with some strange-toned hawking sounds. In fact, to Qianqian, the difference between the Chu dialect and the Daxia dialect was just dialect.

Qianqian had seen the diversity of the dialect in the Flower-Growing Village before he came back.

If you speak Chu dialect slowly and listen carefully, you can guess its meaning.

However, she was soon attracted by the snacks on the roadside that she had never seen before.

The big white meatballs are rolling in the big iron pot. When they come out of the pot, they are sprinkled with wild onions and some small green vegetables that you can't tell what they are. The smell is so fragrant that it makes your nose hurt.

Qian Qian and Li Huan stood in front of the pot, smelling the aroma and swallowing their saliva.

Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds, followed by a cloud of dust rising around the stall.

Qian Qian and Li Huan looked towards the sound of horse hooves with disgust on their faces, only to see the man on the horse laughing madly and pulling the reins.

The horse's front hooves were raised high, and were about to step on the little fat boy in the middle of the road.