Fu Tian nodded, waved his hand cheerfully, followed Ye Shijun down from the front of the hall, and joined the welcoming team.
He gave Futian a look, and Futian was also very interested, he didn't get into the first vacant sedan chair while serving him, but got into the second one instead.
On Zhu Yanshuo's side, he had already ridden a white horse, dressed in silk, full of style.
With a big wave of his hand, when the sacrificial vessels rang together, the whole team also ran towards the city gate mightily.
Ye Shijun didn't seem to have the pain of breaking his arm, nor the pain of being beaten. He lay on the big sedan chair and swayed with the sedan chair, his face was full of complacency.
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