"Brother Ami, you have not been in Chang'an for many years, and I really miss you to death!"

Smore's voice was passionate and passionate.

But compared to the past, he often rushed up to hug him, which made him much more restrained.

Su Dawei smiled faintly: "I heard that you have been going to the Western Regions for almost three years. How did you know this along the way? Is the business going smoothly?"

Long before Su Dawei went to the Liaodong Peninsula, Smoor's caravan had to avoid the limelight because he was involved in the Turkic Wolf Guard's sneak attack on Chang'an.

Su Dawei handled the matter impartially and relaxed a little, but he only fined Simore a lot of money.

This made Smore, who loved money like life, feel deeply hurt.

But he also understood that if Su Dawei had not been in charge of this case and changing someone, it would have been a possibility that he would not have been as simple as peeling off the skin, and he might not have been able to save his life.

No matter what, before the storm passed, Smoore could no longer have frequent activities in Chang'an as before.

The business of whale oil lamps has also plummeted.

As a last resort, he asked Su Dawei for advice, but the latter asked him to return to the Western Regions to find rare treasures and then sell them back to the Tang Dynasty.

With Su Dawei's words to protect him, Simore, who was desperate, gritted his teeth and did it.

It took three years to go there.

Simore looked at Su Dawei up and down, and his eyes flashed with a light of surprise and envy.

"My brother Ami, I haven't seen you in the past few years, and your appearance has hardly changed much. No... no, I've changed a little, but my expression seems to be more calm than before. If you don't laugh now, I feel a little scared."

"Stop, have you done something wrong?"

"No, I swear to the True God, absolutely nothing."

Su Dawei sensitively grasped the content of his words.

"Are you religious now?"

I remember when I met Simore in Chang'an before, although he was a Hu man, he had no faith in God. He was just a complete businessman.

When Su Dawei mentioned this, Smoore sighed and raised the wine glass in front of him and said, "You don't know, my brother Ami, this time I went very far, farther than ever before, but guess what I met?"

"Don't keep it aside."

Smore licked his lips: "The Sassanid Dynasty was destroyed."

Su Dawei made a small battle, and he knew about the Sassanthemum Persian Empire.

It replaced the Rest Empire, which is regarded as one of the two major forces in West Asia and Europe, and coexisted with the Roman Empire for more than four hundred years.

Its borders include later Iran, Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, the Caucasus region, southwestern Central Asia, parts of Turkey, parts of the Arabian Peninsula, Persian Gulf region, and southwestern Pakistan.

However, Su Dawei was not sure about the specific year when Sassanid died.

It is too far away from the Tang Dynasty.

"I went there this time and found out that Sassanthemum had died, more than ten years ago." Smore mentioned this, and a hint of sadness appeared on his face, which had always been brimming with vague grief: "The once powerful empire was gone if it was said to be gone."

"Smore, come less. People like you don't have any concept of family and country. If you can make money, you can even betray the rope that snatches your neck."

"Hey, Brother Ami knows me best. Speaking of which, I have encountered several dangers this time and I almost couldn't come back to see you alive."

Speaking of this, a fear flashed in Simore's eyes, and he looked glorious with a look of surviving disaster: "It's better to be the Tang Dynasty. The Western Regions are still a little chaotic now, and life is worthless."

Su Dawei glanced at him and wondered in his heart whether this guy was too self-indulgent in business and offended some powerful people there.

But since Smoore didn't mention it, he didn't ask much.

"Is it the one who replaced the Sassanian Empire?

"How do you know?!"

Smore looked horrified.

This time I was really shocked.

Although the war between Sassanthemum and the Great Food lasted for many years, the Tang Dynasty was too far away. Those things were like listening to heavenly books for the Tang people.

In the past, the officials of the municipal offices in the West City, including the officials of the Honglu Temple in the Tang Dynasty, did not understand the situation there.

But Su Dawei could say it casually.

It's like witnessing it with your own eyes.

Smoore couldn't see through Su Dawei. He lowered his voice a little and asked tentatively: "Brother Ami, have you been to Sassanid?"

"No, I only reached the border of Tochar at the farthest time, and it was when I was pursuing the Western Turkic Khan a few years ago."

"By the way, you might have believed in the great cannibalism, right?"

"Don't say these, don't say these."

Smoore said with an awkward look on his face.

This time, he was tied up by a small state chief in Dashi on the way to the Western Regions, and almost wanted to chop his head.

Later, Smoore presented the money in time and secretly bribed one of the other's wife.

He also claimed to have converted to the true god of Dashi, and then he escaped.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. What rare things have you brought back when you go back to Chang'an this time?"

Su Dawei smiled and said, "If you want to make money, I still have some face in Chang'an. As long as the goods are good, I may not be able to help you."

When talking about this, Smoore's face became more and more embarrassing, and even a little embarrassed.

Su Dawei said in surprise: "You won't even lose the goods, right?"

"Ahem, of course not, Brother Ami, I tell you, I really have a treasure this time."

As Smoore said, he used the drinking to hide his embarrassment, then moved closer to Su Dawei, and said with a mysterious look on his face: "Brother Ami, look at the camel caravan outside me."

The camel caravan is Smoore's, and he will never be defeated.

Although the money was gone, the caravan still managed to hold on.

By the way, he also pulled some Hu Ji and Kunlun slaves to Chang'an.

Su Dawei followed his sign and looked out the window and saw several beards standing next to the camels.

They were covered with gauze scarves, and their short and narrow dresses exposed their naked feet and lower abdomen.

A pair of big blue eyes were looking at this side curiously.

"Brother Ami, what do you think of these rude girls? I spent a lot of money. Do you want your wife to not? If you want it, I will give you a 20% discount, no, how about I give you a 30% discount?"

Su Dawei almost sprayed out a sip of water.

"Forget it, I have a wife now."

"Uh?" Now, it was Smoore's turn to be stunned.

Su Dawei had no patience to continue chatting anymore, and he grew up: "I still have important things to do, so I won't spend more time with you today. If you have good goods, just go back to find Brother Zhou Er, and he will tell me."

"yes."

Simore was a little afraid of Su Dawei now and stood up with a smile on his face.

Just as I was about to say a few more compliments and pleasing words, I suddenly heard a camel bell ringing outside.

Turning around and looking, the camel caravan that stayed outside seemed to have had a commotion.

A little shout came from afar.

Because the distance was too far, Smoore didn't hear clearly for a while, and the gradually louder sound was shouting.

But he noticed Su Dawei beside him, and his face changed slightly.

"Brother Ami, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

"You will give yourself goodbye."

Su Dawei didn't say much anymore and walked out of the wine shop quickly.

On the streets of Chang'an, hundreds of young scholars were gathering together, shouting something, heading towards the palace gate.

Under the sunlight, Su Dawei's face was slightly solemn in the sunlight.

His lips moved slightly, and he said two words: "Public opinion."

Since ancient times, the mouthpiece of public opinion has been in the hands of aristocratic families.

Is this starting to borrow scholars from Chang'an Imperial Academy to stir up public opinion?

How would Li Zhi react?

Wu Meiniang, can she survive this crisis?

What should I do next?

...

"Mi Shu."

A Ducha Temple secret agent walked up carefully. After confirming that there was no one on the left and right, he pulled out a bamboo tube from his sleeve and presented his hands in front of Su Dawei.
To be continued...