The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 313 Desire to go home
The quaint city walls carry a heavy atmosphere, and the dark moon hangs high in the sky in the dark night.

Dressed on a light cavalry from far to near, the sound of horse hooves rumbled as if they were breaking through mountains and rivers.

The soldiers guarding the city waited nervously for a while, seeing that there were no more than a dozen Qingqi who were getting closer, they didn't take it to heart, and continued to patrol the city wall with their heads down.

Qingqi was getting closer and closer, and the person at the head of the horse was shrouded in a black cloak. Under the moonlight, he could only vaguely see his thin lips exposed under the moonlight. Dragon Zhang Fengzi!
"Master, we are still one step too late, the city wall has already been closed." The man who followed closely beside him, dressed in a smart brocade suit, looked solemnly at the galloping black robed man.

"It's okay, camping outside." The man didn't talk much, but his voice was as sweet as the sounds of nature.

The man beside him didn't speak anymore, his heart was full of sighs.

They could have had a good night's rest in an inn ten miles away, but the master was eager to come back, and would rather stay outside the city with food and drink than sleep peacefully for the night.

In desperation, a group of people had already arrived under the city wall.

The crisp sound of horseshoes hitting the ground was especially harsh in the dark night.

"Dismount." The man in brocade clothes said, and a group of people followed the man in black to dismount and set up camp.

The people on the city wall seemed to have gotten used to such a situation, and didn't pay much attention to the people below.

The pattering rain suddenly fell, causing the people who had just set up the tent to rush in.

"How do you say that it rains as soon as it falls? Isn't it supposed to be autumn?" the man in brocade clothes said, still remembering that the rain in the capital would basically stop once autumn came.

The black-robed man lowered his head to warm himself up to the fire, and said flatly, "It's you who are eager to go home."

If he remembered correctly, there should still be several rains in the capital city at this time.

"Yes! I've been away for too long, and my subordinates have forgotten the climate of my hometown." The man in brocade clothes whispered, his tone full of sighs.

Someone brought in hot soup, and when he heard the man in brocade clothes, he couldn't help but continue to say: "Your Excellency has finally returned to his hometown, you must be very happy, right?"

The man in brocade clothes glared at him, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "How many times have I told you, don't reveal our identities, we have already arrived in the capital before the emperor's imperial decree to invite King Wei back to Beijing has reached the border, if Being known by the emperor is no small matter."

Knowing that he had said something wrong, the visitor couldn't help swallowing, with a look of panic on his face.

The black-robed man was King Wei, stretched out his hands to tighten the robes around his body, and said flatly, "It's okay, you can go out!"

During the dog days, he wrapped himself in a robe and warmed himself by the fire. Instead of finding it weird, the people present seemed to be accustomed to it.

The visitor put down the hot soup in his hand and turned around to leave the tent. The man in Jin Yi squatted down next to King Wei and said, "Master, you should drink the hot soup first! Your cold poison..."

"Jing Xiu, don't mention the matter of the cold poison again." I don't know if it was because of emotion or the cold poison in Jing Xiu's mouth, Wei Wang's voice was faintly trembling.

"Master, this is..." Jing Xiu's expression changed, he hurriedly put the hot soup on the temporary table, and quickly took out a delicate porcelain bottle from his body.

Wei Wang's hand exposed outside his robe began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye when Jing Xiu exclaimed, and gradually formed a frost-like mist, which was baked by the flames, emitting bursts of white smoke.

If it is not known that this is the dog days, I am afraid that no one will believe everything they see.

ps: The little cuties who are still there raise their hands, continue to support, collectively.

(End of this chapter)