Yan Wei lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw a carriage parked on the side of the street. A carriage was coming out of the alley next to it. At this moment, the two carriages were tightly hindering. The horses of the Yan family would hit the belly of the horse in front of them only half a foot forward. How thrilling they were just now.

Zhang Buer pointed at the other party and cursed: "You guy didn't have eyes, so you didn't look carefully when you left the alley!"

The other party's coachman was not showing any weakness, "It's obvious that you are walking too fast, are you going to be reincarnated?"

"Okay! You dare to curse my Alang, see if I won't beat you to death!"

Zhang Buer raised the whip in his hand high, and the other party was not afraid to whip the whip at Zhang Buer. With a bang, the two whips were entangled in the air. The two people pulled each other and their faces were red.

Zhang Buer gritted his teeth and said, "Li Qiao, you are just standing stupidly, why don't you help me quickly."

The other party's coachman also said, "Miss Yaoyao, come out and help me too!"

"Buer back one ft and let the lady go first!"

Yan Wei poked his head out of the carriage and ordered, and just as Zhang Buer was stunned, the whip had been hooked by the other party.

The other party's coachman held two whips in his hand and smiled proudly: "If you lose, I will just let your Lang return the car."

Unexpectedly, a female voice came from the other party's carriage, "Don't be arrogant, you should also retreat ten feet and let others go first."

The voice was so ethereal and gentle that Yan Wei was itchy. He couldn't help but imagine what kind of woman would have such a nice sound. He got out of the car and bowed to the other party's carriage and said, "Thank you for giving in to Miss Yaoyao, but it's not convenient for you to be narrow and narrow alleys here, so let Xiaoke's carriage retreat."

As he spoke, he glanced into the car through the gaps in the curtains, but he could not see anything in it.

"Then thank you, Langjun. Ah Zhong, hurry up and don't block the road."

"Xiaoke Yan Wei's family lives in Zhangshanfang. I dare to ask which workshop does Miss Yaoyao live in..."

Seeing that the other party's carriage had already started moving, Yan Wei raised his hand and lifted the curtain. Halfway through, he saw the fat face of Yizhang, which was so scared that he quickly let go.

"No wonder I couldn't see anything just now. I was a Kunlun slave. What a pity that this wonderful voice."

Zhang Buer and Li Qiao smiled and came up, "Alang, you can see, what is that little lady's appearance?"

"I would rather not see that there is a black and fat female Kunlun slave inside, which is so scary."

The two of them said gloatingly: "It's Kunlun slave! No wonder Alang just now looked like he saw a ghost!"

Yan Wei kicked the two of them separately, "Don't be too arrogant. Those who don't know would think that you are the prime minister sitting in the carriage."

The three of them got on the carriage and continued to move forward. When they arrived at the Tianjin Bridge, Wuhou stopped the carriage. Zhang Buer explained: "My son went to the imperial city to go to the yamen, and he handed Yan Wei's fish talisman."

Wu Hou looked at it and said disdainfully, "Nine-rank Picking History? The first time I heard that there is such an official, it is not the first day I took office. I didn't know that if you want to drive across the bridge, you must be above the fifth or above or over 60 years old. Or you have to have a license from the palace. If not, then walk over."

Yan Wei had no choice but to get out of the car and sent the two home to the Tianjin Bridge alone. He entered the imperial city from the right gate and asked for it. He then went west. He stared at the plaque in front of the yamen with his eyes. When he saw the situation in each yamen, he seemed to understand why the low-ranking young officials were not allowed to cross the bridge by car.

There are many officials sitting idle under the shade of the trees in the porch in the yamen. These are all officials selected by Wu Zetian. However, the court has always been a carrot and a pit, and even a small clerk will not easily give up power. Apart from looking for a day, these people can only find a place to sit idle, or just go to the street market to stroll.

If "picking history" is such a waste of time, Yan Wei would have been reluctant to ask for it, but his intuition must be not, because he is the only one in the Tang Dynasty who picked history, Wu Zetian set up such an official position in vain, so he must do things.

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Yan Wei stepped forward and bowed and smiled, "Thank you guys for your kindness, wait until I have seen Shangguan first."

A small green robe official said: "In fact, there is no difference between seeing someone. Now the Lintai is in charge of Yan Shaojian, I am afraid that you will not be able to see anyone even if you climb to the top for a day."

"This brother made a mistake. My Shangguan is Yan Lantai from the History Museum."

"Yan Lantai!" Several small officials were shocked, and then shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

Yan Wei asked in confusion: "Is there anything wrong with it?"

A man replied: "I don't know if I should envy you or envy you. You will know when you go. The History Museum is there!"

"Thank you!" Yan Wei followed the direction the man pointed to a remote corner of the courtyard, and saw that the faded plaque on the door clearly stated the word "History Museum".

In the middle and early Tang Dynasty, there were no special history museums. The Shangshu Province and the Menxia Province had some functions. The main task of writing history was still undertaken by the Secretary-General, and the editor was supervised and compiled by the Prime Minister. Fang Xuanling and Chu Suiliang both held this position. At present, the highest chief of the Secretary-General was also appointed by Wu Chengsi, but his mind was obviously not in writing history.

The history museum was very quiet. Yan Wei knocked on the door but did not respond. If it weren't for the wide open and the faint blue smoke floating out of the window, I really thought there was no one.

He simply stepped in, and his front legs collapsed and immediately took them back. He saw a black and strong woman standing in the hall with a wooden stick. She was not the Kunlun slave he had just met.

There are actually two types of Kunlun slaves in the Tang Dynasty. One is from Africa and the other is from Southeast Asia. The one in front of me is obviously the former, as dark as carbon, fat and strong. She kept her bald head and held a wooden stick in her hand. She stood there motionless, like a black-faced god in a temple. If she hadn't had white teeth, Yan Wei wouldn't be able to find her head.

Could this be his Shangguan? It is impossible that the Tang Dynasty had not fallen to this point, and Kunlun slaves did not have the intelligence knowledge to serve as the chief of the History Museum. He stretched out his head and saw a shadow of morning light in the middle, and immediately concluded that Kunlun slaves were mostly servants, and this Shangguan's taste was really special.

Yan Wei stepped in again, and Kunlun Nu immediately pestled on the ground with a wooden stick, with a little intimidation.

Someone suddenly said inside: "Yaoyao, don't stop him!" Kunlun Nu immediately put away his stick and sat cross-legged on the ground when he heard this.

Yan Wei sneered secretly, "Yaoyao? Such a good name is useless... Huh? Isn't this voice the one in the carriage just now?"
Chapter completed!