This year, the wind is strong, the thunder is heavy, and the rain is heavy, which means that the hard work will not be smooth sailing or even the whole world will not be smooth this year.

When Gu Xianfo's convoy came out of Wobong City, Yuman County, Xiliangzhou, as he expected, undercurrents surged and were about to break out.

The rain in Chang'an City is not as heavy as that in Xiliang, but it is also fine and woven. The annoying raindrops keep falling. The spring rain seems to be so happy that the people who eat in the fields are naturally so happy that they can't be happy anymore. After all, spring rain is as expensive as oil. So much spring rain falls down together, it's really God's eyes open; but the officials and descendants in Chang'an City seem to be very annoying.

Taibaiju is still the hottest restaurant in Chang'an City. Even if it rains, it cannot stop these playboys from coming to Taibaiju to banquet with the woman who has her descendants with slender waists and beautiful women. They smell the fragrance of wine and dismount the horses. Although they are not afraid of the deep alleys, those who are willing to go to that kind of place are old or very particular about food. However, there are not so many diners here. No matter day or night, there are always traffic and music and music every night.

In the deepest part of Taibaiju, the couplet at the door, "The guest is on the Tianran House, but the guest is on the Tianran House" was even more dazzling after this spring rain baptism. The graceful and luxurious demeanor revealed between the lines of the iron painting and silver hook can never be erased.

Standing proudly in the spring rain outside the Tianranju gate were about thirty people holding their heads and chests, with awesome momentum. Although there were not many people in this group of people, looking at the sharp aura of the group and the pair of sharp eyes scanning the surroundings in the spring rain, you can tell that these thirty people are all elites among the Zhijinwu. So what is the identity of the visitor sitting in the Tianranju?

Today, the prince Zhao Yan rarely wore a long blue literati gown, ordinary deerskin boots, and a low-quality white jade belt of three cents of silver around his waist. However, even though he was so ordinary that he was almost shabby, he could not hide Zhao Yan's majestic weapon. Even though he was kneeling in front of the table, his upper body was as tall as a gun, and his aura was exuding a strange aura of elegance and domineeringness.

On the white marble table in front of Zhao Yan, eight plates of exquisite Yangzhou pastries were placed, and in the center of these snacks, a set of exquisite kung fu tea sets were placed. At this time, Zhao Yan was cutting tea cakes meticulously with a pair of white and slender hands, focusing on and meticulously. Looking at the skillful movements step by step, there was no need to be a professional tea-making chef at all.

There were two people sitting opposite Zhao Yan. The old man on the left had white hair but still looked vigorous. He was the Xuyi Weng who grew up with Zhao Yan since childhood. The one who was kneeling next to Xuyi Weng was a middle-aged man in his forties. The middle-aged man had a tall figure and hard face. He almost wrote the word "General" on his face in every move. His hair was tied up high above the back of his head. Even when facing the crown prince of a country, his face was extremely calm at this time, without any flattery or fear.

If any Huang Zi nobleman in the court appeared in Tianranju, he would definitely be shocked when he saw this middle-aged man. At the same time, he also understood from the heart that this man had the capital to be unafraid of facing the crown prince, even when facing the emperor.

This man has many titles: his eldest brother-in-law, his uncle, his elder sister, and his eldest son of Duke Zhu, the Dinghai Shenzhen of the dynasty. He was also the supreme commander of the Beiyuan Army, one of the six major armies of the court, and his status is comparable to that of the four generals of the court, namely Dongzhen, Xizhen, Nanzhen, and North.

But even if these identities are added together, they are not as deterrent as his own name.

Zhu Boan.

Zhu Boan, the god of killing, was the one who killed the god of big karma.

If Murong Changqing is the Dinghai Sword of Xiliang and Shangshu is the backbone of Dongling, then Zhu Bo'an is the cornerstone of Beiyuan and even the entire Dakan!

The Beiyuan Army led by Zhu Bo'an was not as strong as the Xiliang Army, the richness was not as strong as the Dongling Army, and the flexibility was not as strong as the Southern Army. However, the military discipline of the Beiyuan Army was to do a great job in the entire army, and among the six major armies or local government troops, they were all the strictest.

The strict military discipline created naturally the most executed warrior. The officers under Zhu Bo'an's command, from his adjutant to the smallest sergeant, have condensed into a unique combat system. Everyone's combat style and command methods reveal a strong Zhu Bo'an style.

The Beiyuan Army, which was a big party, had neither the surname Zhao nor Zhu, so its name was Zhu Bo'an.

A few days ago, His Majesty issued a secret decree to Prince Xuan Zhao Yuan to withdraw from the Beiyuan Army and return to Chang'an. This was beyond the expectations of many people. However, today Zhu Bo'an also appeared in Taibaiju, Chang'an, which is a very dangerous signal for many old foxes in Chang'an City.

Even without the Beiyuan Army as a supporter, no one dared to underestimate Zhu Bo'an. He seemed to be born for the battlefield and his grasp of the timing of war was almost keen and terrible. No matter what army was handed over to Zhu Bo'an for more than three months, he would definitely be marked with Zhu Bo'an, and all his marks were erased from top to bottom and included in a huge war system.

Zhao Yan poured the first cup of fresh tea into the teacup, turned the teacup to face Zhu Bo'an, gently pushed it over with both hands, and smiled and said softly: "This year's new tea of ​​Chunshen Ci, my uncle tasted the craftsmanship of my nephew."

At this time, Zhu Boan was still expressionless, but a nearly invisible arc was drawn from the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his right hand with clear joints and picked up a hot teacup. After giving it a sip into his mouth, he gently put the teacup down, his face remained unchanged and his tone was calm: "I took the risk to return to Chang'an today, carrying a great risk, and I was not here to drink tea."

Xuyi Weng took the second cup of new tea handed over by Zhao Yan, took a sip and smiled: "General Zhu is really talking straight, so we won't go around in circles. Time is very precious now. Does General Zhu know where is the specialty of this new spring god tea?"

Zhu Bo'an frowned slightly, thought for a while before speaking, "This Spring God is probably a specialty from Xiliang, but I don't know which county it is in."

Zhao Yan smiled and bowed and replied, "My uncle is indeed very knowledgeable. This Spring God is an unknown small lake in Xiliang. It is logically not a good geographical location. However, the tea leaves on the tea trees beside the lake are really good. It is no exaggeration to say that it is hard to find a fortune. If it weren't for the fat man Chu An in Xiliang's salt tea ceremony, that fat man, Chu An, would have been a human being, and his nephew and uncle would not have such a blessing."
Chapter completed!