Chang'an, the world's largest city, is naturally not a fame, because this city is too huge. The empire actually opened sixteen city caves in four directions, east, west, south, north, and north. But even so, the dignitaries and the people who enter and leave the city every day still block these city caves from time to time and line up very long lines on the official roads.

Zhao Hanyu and others lined up in a long queue, and they waited until it was almost dusk before they squeezed into the city gate. Looking at the soldiers with serious faces and carefully checking their luggage packages, Zhao Hanyu was sweating profusely and looked depressed. Ximen Guang was a little better, and Murong Qianfan cursed.

He cursed very little, and the residents of Chang'an City around him cursed very loudly. The people of the Tang Empire were simple and fierce. Few people were afraid of those seemingly serious soldiers, but no one dared to ignore the strict laws of the empire and break through like this.

Finally, it was Zhao Hanyu and others' turn.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw this group of people, the old were elegant, the young men and women had their own unique appearance. The burly Ximen Guang stood out from the crowd. The soldiers were pleased with their eyes and their expressions calmed down. However, when they saw the swords of the girls from Yinhu Lake, they immediately changed into cold faces.

Murong Qianfan winked at the girls and said, "This is a family-born sword. The ancestor once explained..." carefully.

"The sword is there, the sword is there and the people are dead..." The soldier looked at him boredly, waved his hand and said contemptuously: "I have to listen to such words eight hundred times a day. You can save money, little guys, little girls, it's better to put away the guys and play with some pretty weapon?"

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The gate of Chang'an City is long and dark. The exit on the other side of the city is very far away. It looks like a small shiny hole. You can vaguely see a sunset falling in the distance. The red light rays are slanted in, but it cannot penetrate much and is swallowed by the dark noise.

Lao Ke led everyone to the place with the people. Zhao Hanyu quietly looked at the scenery in the city, and Ximen Guang asked Murong Qianfan curiously: "Hey... are people in Chang'an as chattering as that military man?"

"Absolutely." Murong Qianfan replied inadvertently without making things difficult for the other party's words to be polite, "The wealth and power of the whole world are concentrated in this city. People in Chang'an are inevitably proud, but the more proud they are, the more polite and tolerant they are to those from outside, because they want to show their own demeanor, and they are indeed very kind guys."

"But if there is pride, no one will feel panicked. What should the Chang'an people do? ... They talk! From carriages to department offices, all Chang'an people are very good at chatting, from royal secrets to brothels, as if there is nothing they don't know about in the world. Of course, what they like most is to talk about the wars and personnel of the countries in the world or the counties of the Tang Dynasty in a light tone, as if each of them is the prime minister."

Zhao Hanyu and Ximen Guang both laughed out loud, which showed that they were really happy by Murong Qianfan's words.

The tragic scene of the sword being destroyed and killed was not seen before. The female generals were uniformly handed over to Su Xuan for safekeeping and wrapped in a large cloth. The chattering soldier let them go without making any trouble.

The Tang people Shangwu asked them not to have a few good guys on hand, which was more painful than asking them to live their lives. Therefore, the empire had always been very relaxed in this regard. They were inspected at the gate of Chang'an City. There was no ban on swords in the city, and there was no restriction on it.

As for whether you will commit crimes with your sword after entering the city, no one will care about you. Chang'an Mansion will not care about you, the military headquarters will not care about you, and even the emperor in the deep palace does not care much about these matters.

Zhao Hanyu was used to the life of the mountain gate. Every night, the inner gate could no longer see any lights except the courtyard where he lived, and no sound could be heard except for the birds and insects. So when he entered Chang'an City at dusk, he thought he would see a quiet city to sleep, but he did not expect that Chang'an City at night was still...

It's lively everywhere.

The street lights shine the flat bluestone pavement like daytime, and there are many pedestrians on the street, either stopping in front of the stall or pointing to the stars to look at the sky. The men and women in front of the stall should have been together, and the stars to look at the sky have just begun the process of hooking up.

Tangren's clothes, especially in Chang'an City, were simple and simple. They were tight-sleeved and short-sleeved flat shoes, which looked particularly neat. Occasionally, there were men with wide-sleeved sleeves, and their cuffs were extremely broken. They hung their hands outside the sleeves, which should be to facilitate the use of the sharp sword in the sheath at his waist.

A man in a blue shirt walked with his sword, his long beards fluttering in the night wind, and looked like a swordsman. However, when he saw juggling on the street, the man would stop and squeeze in with a group of big girls, staring at him nervously, and then patted his palms and shouted loudly. But when the juggler collected the money, he replied to the cold appearance of the swordsman, which means that he would not be able to take out copper coins and other pickled objects.

The dress of Chang'an women is also very simple. In another word, it is called coolness, and in another word, it is probably exposed. In this warm spring season, women and girls on the streets actually put their arms naked outside the sarong sleeves. The young woman even boldly wore a strapless breast on the street. The white and tender chest was eye-catching.

On the street, barbarians with their chests tied wine bags and looked around curiously. Tang Dynasty officials wearing winged hats stroked their beards and shuttled through the brothels of various wineries and brothels. Businessmen from all directions leaned on the railings and watched the stars and drank wine from time to time. From time to time, they spread the sound of pretending to be heroic laughter to the street. There was another burst of silk and bamboo coming from He's house, with a melodious melody.

The wealth and elegance of the whole world seemed to be concentrated in Chang'an City, warm and exciting, rich in intoxicating, magnificent and gentle snuggling together, and swords and beauty shine together.

Zhao Hanyu, Ximen Guang and the girls were shaking their minds and walking in this sea of ​​lamps and people. Their face was astonishing as the country bumpkin as Murong Qianfan said.

The green bird head with the thrush, the fragrant millet butterfly powder with the face, the jade hairpin powder and pearl powder, the thing called rose cream is rouge? Is that small bottle the legendary flower dew water?

The girls in Yinhu opened their eyes widened and looked at the bottles and jars on the street stalls, feeling a little unable to walk.

A young lady was walking in front of her waist, why was her plump buttocks under her skirt so elastic? A young girl with a drooping braid squeezed past her with a smile. How could her faint body look like an orchid? Why did you look at the beautiful young women who chose flower branches with men by the stall? Why did you look at it? Do you think that boy is a little cute?

Murong Qianfan looked around happily, not remembering that Chang'an was such a unique place when he was young, and he felt that he could not walk anymore.

After walking, I walked slowly. The street finally became a little more purified. However, the two visitors from the border town had not yet calmed down and relaxed their minds. I could only hear someone shouting in front of me. Hulala, and many people in Chang'an came out from all directions, blocking a corner of the street in front.

"It's a duel!"

Through the dark crowd, two men with swords on their waists were vaguely seen staring at each other with hatred. Both of them had their right sleeves cut off by the sword and threw them on the ground between them.

The world became quiet, and all the people watching the fun closed their mouths tightly to ensure the fairness of the duel penetrated into the blood of every Tang people. Even if they were watching the fun, there were rules for watching the fun.

"The rule of duel is that cutting sleeves means challenging. If you accept it, cut your sleeves off."

Murong Qianfan called everyone to squeeze out the crowd and explained to them: "This kind of duel is called a live game, as long as the winner is decided, there is also a kind of duke that is called a dead game, which needs to be confirmed by the government. The challenger of the dead game must cut a knife in his left palm, and if the opponent accepts it, he must do the same thing."

"Can you not accept it?" Xu Rui from Yinhu asked.

"Of course." Murong Qianfan wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted his body to make sure there were no thieves, and continued: "It's just that sometimes people, especially men, are prone to becoming idiots, such as when they go crazy for women, love, dignity, and other messy things."

Everyone squeezed out of the encirclement, and Zhao Hanyu asked in confusion: "Why don't we stay and see it? I remember that you like watching the fun when you were on the way. You can watch it for a long time if someone kills a pig."

"I have seen so many things about killing cattle and sheep, but I have never seen pigs before. Of course, I have to take a closer look at it. Duelings will not happen a few days in Chang'an City. If you want to see them, you will have opportunities in the future."

Murong Qianfan said calmly: "And this is Chang'an City, not Yizhou. I just want to go to the yard to study honestly, but I don't want to cause any trouble. From now on, we will clamp our tails like two dogs to be human."

Ximen Guang shook his head, not believing that this guy can be a dog, and he is the kind of person who can hold back his anger.

At this time, the girls of Yinhu were almost wandering around. Su Xuan came over to say goodbye to the four of them, and repeatedly invited him to speak to Yuzhai, and then left.

Murong Qianfan looked at Lao Ke and said, "Uncle Ke, I'm tired, let's find an inn to rest."

The three of them had no objection.

Lao Ke was familiar with the journey and led the three teenagers not far away to an inn called "Hongbinlou".

When they entered the lobby, Zhao Hanyu and Ximen Guang were shocked by the magnificence inside, especially the latter, whose mouths could not be closed for a long time.

Lao Ke stood beside him with his hands behind his back and quietly observed the entire hall.

Murong Qianfan sat on the chair of the Grand Master in front of the hall, and shouted: "Woman! Four rooms are in the room, and a large table with good wine and meat, making it more delicate, and the young master will be rewarded!"

Zhao Hanyu and Ximen Guang looked at each other and felt embarrassed, which was very inappropriate.

Murong Qianfan looked at the two of them like an idiot and said, "Aren't you hungry?"

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Chapter completed!