After the autumn rain, the weather becomes even colder.

Although the rain was not heavy, it was extremely cold.

In the drizzle, a group of hundreds of brave knights came on horseback. Their faces were covered by cloaks that protected them from the rain. The world was filled with the sound of horse hooves stepping on the muddy water and the sound of their riding whips.

The galloping war horse continuously sprays white hot air from the bridle. The galloping hooves of the war horse bring up the muddy water on the ground, which falls on the knight's silk raincoat, forming patches of mottled water.

This is the official road leading to Fuzhou, and this group of cavalry is Zhu Yunxi and his party who travel day and night. After leaving the capital, he did not put on any show of being a prince's imperial envoy. Instead, he left the civil servants from the Household Department of the Supervisory Court behind and personally brought He Guangyi, Fu Rang, the Liao brothers and other bodyguards, one person and two horses, galloping over.

If Yingtian Mansion is the prosperous age of the Ming Dynasty, then what you see after leaving the capital is the most real human world. Entering the boundary of Fuzhou, you can see the cold wind and rain everywhere. Large areas of farmland are soaked in floods, and the originally plump ears of rice are bent by the floods.

Stop! Zhu Yunxi reined in the horse's head, the horse brayed twice, and the horse's hoofs stepped hard several times in the muddy water.

"Where are we?" Zhu Yunxi asked loudly.

He Guangyi said loudly from the side, "Your Highness, we will reach Fuzhou City in twenty miles." After that, he whispered to Zhu Yunxi, "Your Highness, the brother who opened the way in front should have entered the city.

Look, why don't you take a rest at the inn in front, change your clothes, and wait for the officials from Fuzhou City to come out to pick you up? "

"Okay!" Zhu Yunxi nodded, "Everyone is exhausted after driving for several days in a row. Let's go in and have a bowl of hot soup and tidy up!"

"Here!" He Guangyi responded loudly, "Here are two people, hurry up and go to the station ahead to report that King Wu..."

"Don't say it's me!" Zhu Yunxi stopped him and said to the cavalry who was about to set off, "Just say that an official is here!"

The two cavalrymen who opened the way agreed and disappeared into the drizzle.

There were inns all over the Ming Dynasty. The inn in Fuzhou was only a few miles away from Zhu Yunxi and his party, and they could arrive in a blink of an eye. The new policy of converting post stations into post offices has not yet been implemented in Jiangxi, so this place is mainly used to receive passing officials.

Jiangxi, a place in later generations, somewhat lacks a sense of existence. When people talk about Jiangxi people, the most common name is Jiangxi laobiao. They are not the most outstanding economically, but they are not backward either. A deeper understanding is that Jiangxi people are hard-working and in the eyes of the capitalists, they are obedient and hard-working, a good labor force that can match the other two.

However, Jiangxi in this era had outstanding people, a dense population, and developed agriculture. The number of scholars admitted to the imperial court every year accounted for half of the dynasty. Moreover, in the Ming Dynasty, most of the central and ministerial ministers were from Jiangxi, and the total number was only behind Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Moreover, the scholars in Jiangxi are not as fond of forming gangs as the scholars in Jiangnan, ostracizing dissidents and attacking political opponents at every turn. They are relatively gentle, and the monarch is often more at ease.

Fuzhou is an outstanding place in Jiangxi. It is the hometown of Wang Anshi, Zeng Gong and others, and several of the eight great families of the Tang and Song Dynasties were born in this small Fuzhou.

In a blink of an eye, the inn is here. Zhu Yunxi's war horse entered the yard of the post station, and the postmaster was already guarding there respectfully with the postmen.

"I see you, Lord Tongzhi!" The cavalryman who came to inform the post was the official title of Tongzhi, He Guangyi's Jinyi Guard.

The ones who came were the emperor's personal soldiers, the Imperial Guards. Naturally, Yi Cheng did not dare to neglect him. He held an umbrella diligently and walked to Zhu Yunxi's horse, which was surrounded by people.

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"Go aside!" Liao Yong jumped off his horse first and fended off Yi Cheng. Zhu Yunxi is a prince. They have the duty of guarding and cannot let anyone get close to him casually.

After getting off the horse, Zhu Yunxi stood still for a moment, relaxing his numb legs. When he took another step, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his inner thigh.

As a royal child, horse riding is a required course. But as he grows up, he really doesn't spend so much time on horses. I don’t feel it when I’m anxious, but when I relax, my whole body hurts.

But Zhu Yunxi endured the discomfort on his body, and without any expression on his face, strode towards the inn, "Here's something warm to eat, preferably hot soup!"

"I understand!" Yi Cheng held up his umbrella and said with a smile.

Then Liao Yong passed by Yi Cheng, pointed his riding crop at him and shouted, "Feed our horses, add more bean cakes, boil two eggs and throw them in!"

As he spoke, he flicked his hand and threw a beautiful 100-gram silver ingot directly over.

"Don't worry, I will take care of it for you right away!" Yi Cheng said with a flattering smile.

Yi Cheng was a low-ranking official in the Ming Dynasty, at most a ninth-rank official. Not to mention that these people have children from aristocratic families with eyes on their heads and titles hanging on their bodies. He couldn't afford to offend even an ordinary Jin Yiwei.

Zhu Yunxi took off his cloak and sat down in the lobby of the inn. As soon as he sat down, someone served hot tea in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Tie Xuan and Xie Jin also came in and sat behind him. Tie Xuan is a descendant of the Semu people. He is tall and proficient in riding skills. But Xie Jin, a pure scholar, did suffer a lot during his travels.

The elegant demeanor on his body has long since disappeared, replaced by a weak and embarrassed look, sitting on the stool,

He spread his legs rather inelegantly and scratched the inside of his thigh from time to time. Every time he touched him, he grinned and his eyebrows trembled.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sir!" Zhu Yunxi said lightly.

"It's just my duty!" Xie Jin replied weakly.

Along the way, Zhu Yunxi was also impressed by Xie Jin. A pampered scholar with eyes on his head could actually grit his teeth and not fall behind, and did not say a word no matter how uncomfortable he was. In addition to self-esteem, this self-improvement is also touching.

"Next to Fuzhou is Ji'an. When everything is settled, I'll give you a few days off to go back to your hometown and visit!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.

Jie Jin was slightly startled, then his eyes were full of surprise, "Your Highness and I are going together?" As he said this, his eyebrows moved with laughter,

"As the ancients said, wealth returns to its hometown. If His Highness and his ministers return to their hometown together and visit their humble abode, it will surely become an eternal legend in Ji'an!"

"You must be the one who explains the great gentry's eternal legend!" Tie Xuan snorted.

"Old Tie, you are so petty. If your Highness goes to Henan in the future, you can also go to your hometown!" Jie Jin muttered dissatisfied.

"It is a state matter for Your Highness to leave the capital!" Tie Xuan glanced at Xie Jin, "Why are you going to my house?"

"Vulgar!" Xie Jin said disdainfully, "Old Tie, you are also an official of the imperial court. Don't talk about me and me, and speak in official language!"

Tie Xuan's eyelids twitched, and then he squeezed the knuckles of his fists, making a rattling sound.

Jie Jin looked at Zhu Yunxi and found that the latter had a teasing smile. Then he moved his stool and sat aside.

At this time, the food prepared for everyone by the post station was also brought out, including steamed rice, hot fish soup, fried pork with garlic sprouts, and several pots of side dishes.

The reception officials in the post station all provided food and drinks according to their grades, but Zhu Yunxi and his party were too large, so in a hurry, this was all they had.

After a mouthful of delicious fish soup, all the coldness and fatigue in the body are dispelled.

The postmaster smiled at the side and said, "Sir, there is Magu wine that has been aged for three years in the posthouse. It is the best for relieving fatigue. Do you want to try it?"

Zhu Yunxi's face instantly darkened and he sneered, "There's a big disaster in Jiangxi and the people can't even eat. Do you still have wine here?"

The so-called moving Qi and nourishing the body. Zhu Yunxi was originally the grandson of the emperor, and he was with the old man every day. As he spoke, he unknowingly had the aura of a king.

Yi Cheng glanced at Zhu Yunxi's eyes and suddenly became so flustered that his legs became weak and he almost knelt down.

As a postmaster, his job is to welcome and send off people, and his eyes are the best at identifying dignitaries. Seeing these royal guards carefully surrounding the teenage boy in front of them, they knew that this was an extraordinary nobleman.

I wanted to be flattering, but I didn't expect to hit the horse's leg. Moreover, the imperial guards around him were all looking at him eagerly, and they were stammering and speechless at the moment.

"Your Majesty... Young Master!" Xie Jin said with a smile, "It's not his fault that the local customs are like this. The people of Fuzhou and Ji'an would rather not eat than drink. Every morning, the market is booming as soon as the city gate opens. When , there are people drinking morning drinks everywhere.”

As he said that, he smiled again, "Wine and meat in the morning are worth a fortune! My father is eighty years old and still drinks two taels every day."

Zhu Yunxi thought about it, looked at the dusty guards and royal guards around him, turned to He Guangyi and said, "Would you like some drinks?"

Then, without waiting for the astonished He Guangyi to excuse himself, he said to Yi Cheng, "Here comes a jar and give a little to each of them. Don't drink more!"

Yi Cheng left with fear, and all the guards were smiling.