There are twelve city gates in Chang'an City, and Yanping Gate is one of them.

It was almost noon, and in a three-story restaurant not far from Yanping Gate, a window on the street on the third floor was pushed open.

An old monk and a silver-haired old man could be vaguely seen sitting by the window.

There were wine and food in front of the two, but neither of them wanted to move.

"Overlord, I wonder if our agreement can be fulfilled?"

"Master Daochen, the wise man doesn't say secret words. Now the court is investigating so tightly. I even lost the Ba Mansion and Fengyifang are burned. This loss is too great..." A hint of resentment flashed in Yang Xirong's eyes.

"Does the overlord want to?"

"I have paid so much, and the conditions have to be changed."

“How to change?”

"When this matter is done, no matter who I become the emperor, Fengyifang must help me rebuild, return to the commander of my dominion, maintain independent status, and..." Yang Xirong stopped for a while and said, "The King of Wu must hand-written the agreed contents to me."

"Handwritten?" Daochen lifted his eyelids, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be a little deeper.

"I think the King of Wu will not agree to this condition."

Once you leave a document, it is equivalent to handing over the handle to the other party.

How could King Li Ke of Wu agree to such conditions unless the lard is so funny?

"They Li family are used to going back on their word. If they don't do this, how can I ensure my own safety and ensure that the King of Wu can fulfill his contract after the matter is completed?" Yang Xirong's Yingwei face showed a sneer.

"You go and tell the King of Wu that if you agree to the conditions, we can proceed to the next step. If you don't agree, then there is no discussion on this matter. We can find Lanchi by relying on the map."

After saying this, the air between the two seemed to condense slightly.

Daochen's eyes seemed to have a fierce light like a needle-tip flashed.

The next moment, everything disappeared, and in front of Yang Xirong was the old monk with his hands in his solemn appearance.

"Amitabha, I will bring your words to the King of Wu, and everything will be decided by the King of Wu."

"It's better to hurry up, I don't have much patience."

Daochen nodded and stood up and left.

Yang Xirong's eyes were set out outside the window, watching Daochen disappear at the end of the long street, and then, a few people appeared faintly from the shadow of the street and made a gesture to him.

At noon, the sound of drums that were circulating in the distance came from a distance.

Yang Xirong picked up the wine glass in front of him and slowly drank the turbid wine into his mouth.

This wine is really hard to drink, it is harder than any kind of wine he has ever drunk in his memory.

However, he still slowly swallowed the bitter and spicy wine.

No matter how difficult the wine you choose, you have to finish it.

"Boss."

The fragrance blew in front of me, and a red color came into my eyes.

He looked up and saw Sun Jiuniang wearing red clothes sitting down opposite him.

"Daochen is gone?"

"Leave, no tail left."

"good."

Yang Xirong nodded and then said, "Your proposal is good, it's really safe for us to hide here."

Sun Jiuniang smiled and said, "People can only see the distance, but they can't see what's under their noses."

That night, after coming out of Fengyifang, Yang Xirong followed Sun Jiuniang's advice and quietly lurked near Yanping Gate.

Those Wuhou, the bad guys, and the Yanping Gate garrison who were searching, never dreamed that the strange people of the Ba Mansion not only did not escape, but instead hid here.

"Hehe, it's dark under the light. Although this method is always good, it's useful."

Yang Xirong turned the wine glass in his hand and watched the turbid residual wine sway back and forth in the glass.

"Ma Shangfeng, Cai Mang and others all took the map?"

"Yes, they each took part of the map."

"good."

After Yang Xirong said this good word, he was silent again.

After a long time, he suddenly sighed: "Jiu Niang, look outside."

Sun Jiuniang was puzzled. Following his words, she saw the three gates of Yanping Gate standing as before.

There is still the snow from last night on both sides of the long street.

"Look at those passers-by, every time I'm busy. Sometimes I wonder what the meaning of life is?"

"Boss..."

"You don't have to persuade me, I'm fine. I just think life is really too short. Like me, I'll reach this age in the blink of an eye."

Yang Xirong said, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Life is short. If you don't try your best to pursue what you want, you will regret it when you are old."

Sun Jiuniang put away the smile on her face and looked at Yang Xirong opposite her, speechless for a moment.

Yang Xirong was born with a good skin, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, nose as if hanging, lips and teeth white.

Even though he is old now, with silver hair and many wrinkles on his forehead, he still has excellent temperament and temperament.

I think when he was young, he would definitely attract countless women to be obsessed with.

People like this have always treated him well and are strangers, so they have great prospects.

It’s a pity that he was born in a declining imperial family.

The princes of the previous dynasty,

What is it today?

Yang Xirong gently placed the wine glass in his hand on the table: "If I had been young and had the same mentality as I am now, why would I have wasted my time until now? I was afraid I would have accomplished a long time ago."

"I don't know what to say." Sun Jiuniang bit her red lips lightly, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

"Okay, let's not say these despicable words, everything is ready now, like an arrow on the string.

I believe there will be results soon.”

The sky is getting darker, and the sunset is reflected on the wall, showing a mottled spot.

Su Dawei walked out of the county government and saw someone swaying across from him.

Looking closely, it was Nan Jiuro who was quietly showing gestures to him on the street opposite.

Because Su Dawei's eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people because of his cultivation of Yuan Qi, he felt strange, but his face remained calm, pretending to be nothing, and walked over quietly.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he walked to Nanjiro: "Kuiro, what's the matter?"

"It's the Silla Embassy, ​​the Guaizi asked me to call you over."

"Let's go now, by the way, what are you doing when you stand so far?"

"The Guaizi said try not to let people see it."

Half an hour later, Su Dawei rushed to the Silla Embassy with the panting Nanjiro.

Because of the cold weather, the surroundings of the embassy seemed deserted than usual, and only some shops along the street were open.

Guaizi looked for a seat next to a restaurant in the embassy diagonally and sat down by the window.

When Su Dawei and Nan Jiulang walked in, he was slowly chewing the shisha cake with a bowl of cold water.

Usually, Guaizi is a favorite to drink, but when he is on a mission, he never drinks.

“Ami.”

"Gaitor Master." Su Dawei stepped forward and greeted him, looked out the window. With his eyesight, he could only see the embassy gate without using the Yuan Qi, which was a little blurry.

"What's the discovery?"

He lowered his voice.

"Sit down and say." The Guaizi was calm and called Su Dawei and a slightly cramped Nan Jiulang to sit down at the table, and asked the shop owner to serve a large bowl of "银银" and a basket of steamed cakes.

The ginger is to pull the dough into thumb-sized slices, cook them over a quick heat, and add seasonings, which is the noodle soup from later generations.

Serve the soup bowl and sprinkle a little brown on it. It is white and cute, and has a strong fragrance. After taking a bite, it is smooth and beautiful, making the index finger very excited.

"I've eaten in many stores, and this one is the most authentic. You can try it too."

Guaizi recommended loudly.

"Gaitor, talk about the serious business." Su Dawei was so amused and crying. Isn't it just a bowl of noodles soup?

Another day, I will ask a blacksmith to make a pot and stir-fry a few dishes, so I won’t scare you to death.

"The outsider who came yesterday entered the embassy again. I guess it will take a while before I come out. Let's take some food to cushion your stomach first."
To be continued...