Yin Ruhui said calmly, "This man is smart, but like those philanthropists in Chang'an, he thinks he is smart, but his cleverness is written on his face. However, this man is tactful and knows when to do what, and can also use it when he wants to use people."

The official in the blue shirt nodded and said nothing more.

When Yin Ruoqiu walked away, An Zhilu had a layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

There are too many capable people in Chang'an and Luoyang. Even the eunuch under this tall companion just now put a lot of pressure on him. Although he had accumulated a lot of confidence in those assassins, he did not have the confidence to win when facing this dark and dark situation.

He wiped the sweat from his hands on the scabbard, knowing that at this time he was in the hands of these people, he should be just a useful knife.

The people who asked him to help deal with Li Chenshan might just be because the emperor and Gao Dalian wanted to use Wang Youshan's power.

But now what surged deep in his body was not helplessness, but a desire.

After seeing this method of stealing light with heavy weapons, he couldn't wait to find the opportunity to enter the Zulong Underground Palace.

He was still silently chanting the content on the hemp paper at this time, remembering that he was very clear about how dangerous the underground palace was as said by the Taoist Xuandu Temple.

But the Ancestral Dragon has destroyed the powerful people of the six kingdoms. How many amazing things exist in his underground palace?

Just such an article can satisfy him?

...

Chongqian tasted a luxurious taste while eating a lychee fruit picked up from the smoothie.

From Lingnan to Chang'an via Ziwu Road, the whole journey is 5,000 miles.

Use a moist bamboo tube to pack the banana leaves to moisturize, and use ice cubes to control the temperature.

An inn is set up every thirty miles to change horses, traveling more than 500 miles a day, transporting it day and night, exempting checkpoints and allowing city gates to be released first.

Only when the huge national machine of the Tang Dynasty was activated can it turn into Chang'an in summer, and eat the soft white jade-like meat in your mouth.

Pei Yunqi looked at the emotion on his face and couldn't help but smile, saying, "We have a great face, and Prime Minister Li Deyi has not rewarded this thing."

After hearing this, Chong Qian felt that this lychee was even more expensive, but thinking about the reason for this lychee was that it was blessed by his junior brother, he couldn't help but sigh and asked, "Will that dog thing come back when will it be?"

Pei Yunqi shook his head and said, "There is no fixed number yet. Maybe he has an idea, but it will take several days for the letter to be sent. I don't know what his idea is at this time."

Master Chong Qian was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Do you have to eat this lychee from Chang'an?"

Pei Yunqiu was slightly stunned. Looking at his face at this moment, he figured out his meaning, and smiled, "Senior Brother Chongqian, the lychees in Chang'an are said to be at most 70% ripe when picked. It is definitely not as delicious as the lychees that are completely ripe on the Lingnan trees. But sometimes, some things that seem extravagant and wasteful should be done. If a dynasty does not have many things that can make people envious and jealous, it may also make people forget your strength. Some small countries have longed for this kind of thing, but they want to come to Chang'an to have a pilgrimage, which is better than sending troops to let them see majesty. There are also thirty miles to change horses, day and night... This is also equivalent to training soldiers and testing the speed of the post station transmission of my Tang Dynasty. If you don't practice these things on weekdays, it is easy to slack off and it is not easy to use when fighting."

Chong Qian sighed.

He, a sword-cultivating person, couldn't understand many twists and turns in the world, and he was too lazy to think about it.

Pei Yunqiu remembered something at this time, and asked questions and answers, "Senior Brother Chongqian, where is the goddess Yelu? He has been following you all the time, why haven't he seen her in the past two days?"

Old Taoist Chongqian slowly stood up.

He actually thought of this problem.

He kept calling out the little man and the little man, and always said that his intentions would be different if he was not of my race. He never had much good voice to Yelu Yueli, but since he came to Chang'an, he has been living in Zongsheng Palace and always wandering around him for no reason.

All used to it.

He was used to the fact that this little barbarian girl would appear around him from time to time.

There seemed to be something wrong with him all over the past two days, as if he had never done anything important, but in fact, it was just that this little barbarian girl did not show up.

Yelu Yueli is very thick-skinned.

She would never give up the opportunity to get familiar with Mingyue Pavilion and have a good relationship with Pei Yunqi.

Then why didn't it appear in the past two days?

Where has she gone?

Master Chongqian stood up, but he was a little confused for a moment. He was embarrassed to say that the little barbarian girl was not used to being entangled around him. I'll go find her?

Pei Yunqi easily saw his thoughts at this time.
Chapter completed!