Heavy rain falls on the long street, and no one comes to the long street.

Han Huanzhi looked at the distant back and was a little lost.

Although the guy wearing a green long gown did not take action, Han Huanzhi felt that he was stronger than the fake Sang people before. He was strong in his momentum and confidence, not gloomy or ghostly. Why is such a person a thief?

The umbrella handle in Han Huanzhi's hand hangs down, and the water droplets fall down the umbrella handle one by one.

He was actually not sure.

At that time, he first saw Chu Jianlian in the hunting ground outside Chang'an. Before he could fight, he knew that he was not Chu Jianlian's opponent, and that sword was not on the same level as his sword.

Today, this opponent is naturally not as good as Chu Jianlian. Chu Jianlian is a kind of person you feel that you don’t need to hit him when you see him. There is only one family in the world. The shock that the person just now brought to Han Huanzhi was even greater because he felt that that person could kill him, and of course he could also kill that person. This is the uncertainty of life and death, which is more worrying than knowing that he is not as good as Chu Jianlian.

The rain seems to have no need to pay attention to these ordinary people and fall on their own. Anyway, rain is more difficult to guard against than swords.

Can you protect yourself from a sword and protect yourself from rain?

The one who uses a sword to prevent rain is naturally a fool, and the one who uses an umbrella handle to block the rain. So Han Huanzhi walked to the door just now and knocked on the door. The young man opened the door with a wooden stick. His hand holding the wooden stick shook slightly. He saw clearly the general uniform on Han Huanzhi and immediately threw the stick: "General, are you?"

Han Huanzhi looked at the handle of the umbrella in her hand: "Can you borrow a place to shelter from the rain? The alley is very deep, but your wine is very fragrant."

The young man smiled: "If you have wine at home, I'll go and warm up."

Chu Jianlian followed the young man into the house. The old man hugged the child nervously. When he looked at Han Huanzhi, he looked fear and alert. After all, they were Yue people, and Ning people's general brought them too much pressure.

"I'm not a general."

Han Huanzhi sat down and began to remove the bandage on her body: "Please drink faster, I'm a little cold."

A pot of warm wine was placed next to Han Huanzhi. Han Huanzhi reached out to ask for a pair of chopsticks. There were dozens of peanuts left in the plate on the table, fried and some salt sprinkled. It was a very simple way to cook it, but it was the most suitable to use it.

With a pot of wine and dozens of peanuts, Han Huanzhi felt her body warm up.

"I didn't bring any money when I went out, so I'm afraid I'll have to pay for my alcohol on credit."

Han Huanzhi asked: "Or what if I use something else?"

The old man shook his head quickly: "No, no, it's too shabby to entertain the adults, why dare you to collect money?"

"Where is shabby, just right."

Han Huanzhi asked: "Can there be paper and pen?"

The young man hurriedly took over paper and pen. Paper was not a good paper, and of course it was impossible for pen to be a good pen. Han Huanzhi's words were solid and good words. He wrote about dozens of words on the paper. He took out a small but delicate wooden box from the sack hanging around his waist, opened it, took out a small seal from it, yelled, and covered the paper.

"Take this letter to Anyang Dock on Gangnam Road."

Han Huanzhi stood up: "Can you lend me another umbrella?"

Although the young woman didn't know who the person who came suddenly was or what was wrong today, she subconsciously ran to get an umbrella. There were only two umbrellas at home, so she chose the newer one for Han Huanzhi.

Han Huanzhi thanked him and walked out of the far door with an oil-paper umbrella. Then he realized that the rain was a little lighter before he knew it.

The young woman approached the table and looked at the paper and asked herself the man: "Do you know each other?"

Young people recognize some words, although not many, at least they can recognize the name.

"Han...Han Huanzhi?"

He and his wife looked at each other, and were a little confused. Who is Han Huanzhi?

The old man reacted and chased him out of the yard. The adult's shadow was gone on the long street. He knelt at the door and kowtowed three times, thinking that this might be what his family gained from the harmony and blessing.

At the gate of the city, a group of civilians wearing straw raincoats were about to close the city gate. Today was nearly half an hour later than usual. The county magistrate said that General Tang of the navy arranged for a carriage and horse to take the craftsmen back home. When would he wait until the carriage and horses were finished before closing the city gate? The soldiers guarding the city hurried in the tunnel of the city gate. The last carriage left the city. They waited for a while and confirmed that there were no more carriages and horses, so they wanted to push the door and seal it.

With a snap, one hand pressed against the door.

A young man in a black general's uniform held an umbrella and smiled: "Can you reconcile it a little? I just came back, can you still enter the city?"

Several civilian soldiers were shocked by the boss. That guy was in the regular uniform of a third-rank general from Daning. He was from the third-rank, what a great official!

They retreated one after another and bowed down: "Greetings to the general."

Shen Leng, who squeezed into the city gate, quickly thanked and helped the people up one by one: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come so late, but there are old friends in the city waiting for me to get together, so it's really urgent."

"Give me some benefits to my brothers. It's also hard to wait for the city gate to be closed on this rainy night."

Shen Leng turned around and said, the second Chen Ran, who squeezed into the city gate, opened the wallet from his belt, and each of them sent a piece of broken silver. The civil warriors felt it was hot to hold the silver in their hands, and they dared not to collect it, nor did they dare to collect it.

"Where can I drink alcohol?"

Chen Ran asked, and a Min Yong quickly replied: "It was already very late, and the wine shops in the city were probably closed. The inn should be open, but most of the wine in the inn is mixed with water."

"Just drink better than water."

Chen Ran smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you, we went to find wine and drink, and a bird faded out of our mouths."

Dewey's third person came in: "Whose bird?"

Wang Kuohai was the fourth one in: "It's not mine. He is a little-mouthed and can't let go, and he is confident."

Dewey name: "That can't be mine either."

Yang Qibao was the fifth one to come in. Because there was only a crack in Rong Yiren's coming in the city gate, everyone was embarrassed to push the door open, so they had to come in one by one. When Yang Qibao came in, he didn't know what they were saying, but heard the birds, so he said, "What are you doing? Cable to put the birds?"

Chen Ran: "I dare not kill you if you officials?"

He spat and looked outside the city gate. Although the rain was a little lighter, it was still a little annoying.

When Wang Gendong entered the door, he saw that Min Yong's expressions were wrong. He thought that it was probably because of these unreliable guys that scared the person. He was honest and honest, and apologized with his fists. Several Min Yong suddenly became frightened again.

A dozen shameless generals and lieutenants walked forward with umbrellas. Those brave men looked at me and I looked at you, thinking that these adults were really different.

Chen Lengben had already walked over a small alley in the city. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He stepped back and took a look in the alley. It was darker on the rainy night, and the lights on the street could not shine so far, and nothing was seen.

In the deepest part of the alley, Sumihiko stood there motionless. He knew that as long as he moved, he would be noticed immediately. Fortunately, the rain blocked the sound of breathing. He leaned against the corner of the wall. The darkness was his protective color. The boy put too much pressure on him.

Chen Leng just wondered for a moment, didn't think much about it, and walked forward.

On the same night, Dongjiang, Chaoyang City.

The place in Dongjiang is a bit special, even more special than that in southern Xinjiang. Although there are many wars along the southern Xinjiang coast and people were once rampant, the situation is not complicated. The complexity of Dongjiang lies in the fact that the merchants from overseas, no matter which country they are from, most of them go to Chaoyang City.

Chaoyang City is even second only to Chang'an.

This is the largest commercial distribution center in Daning. Where merchants from the East China Sea must pass, there are 32 brothels on Dinghai Street alone. What is amazing is that no girl in the building is from Ning. In fact, not only Chaoyang City, but also almost no brothel women in Daning are from Ning.

Among the thirty-two brothels, there is a name called Ruselou. This name is a bit explicit and vulgar, but for businessmen from afar, such a conspicuous and direct name is naturally better, so as not to ask carefully.

When I entered the building, there were rumors that there were women from thirty countries, but I don’t know whether it was true or not.

Prince Xin Wang, Li Xiaoran, lived here for more than ten days, and has lived in the thirty-two brothels for the longest time. I really feel that it is beautiful. I am too lazy to even leave the building, but I prefer to change the house a day. The girls in the building like this young man with unknown origin but free and rich background. He is not a stingy person who rewards money, and his life is not ugly.

When Xun Zhi entered the door, the girl who was welcoming the guests immediately stepped forward: "Who is looking for Mr. Yan? He is in the Beihe girl's room today."

Xun Zhi didn't want to live here, but the girls in the building knew him as they came too many times, so he asked him to come up politely.

The girl Beihe is not called Beihe, but comes from Beihe. Beihe is a place for the Black Warriors. It is said that the frozen temperature is severe and cold all year round. This girl is indeed very beautiful, exotic, with long legs, white skin, and blonde hair looks very novel.

Li Xiaoran leaned on the chair and watched the Beihe girl dance. Her dancing posture was fascinating.

Isn’t it just around a pillar? Why is it so charming?

Xun Zhi entered the door and coughed, and Li Xiaoran quickly sat upright: "Sir, here, but what's the important thing?"

"You go out first."

Xun glanced at the girl Beihe, and the girl hurriedly left the door. Li Xiaoran felt a little unhappy, thinking that she was almost finished taking off her clothes. Mr. Xun, you are so confused about the charm and hate it at this time.

"The general has already met our people and received our gifts."

Although Xun Zhi was angry, he still spoke calmly: "Although this does not mean anything, but when people see it, they will be a good start. We have been in Dongjiang for several months, and Pei Tingshan has never seen each other. This time, it was decided to bribe the counselors around him."

Li Xiaoran's eyes lit up: "When will I see Pei Tingshan?"

"The prince will bear it."

Xun Zhi was silent for a while and asked, "Have you ever thought that if Pei Tingshan is really willing to help you, Your Majesty... Your Majesty has any accidents in the East Xinjiang, but how can you stay in the country? The Prince is in Chang'an. If Your Majesty really has an accident, it is not easy for the Prince to enter Chang'an."

The three words entering Chang'an were cut into Li Xiaoran's heart like a knife, and his face suddenly became cold.

"Why should I enter Chang'an?"

He pretended to be cool and grinned: "How great Chaoyang City is, I have already thought about it. If Pei Tingshan is willing to help me, I will set up the capital of Chaoyang City and grant him the king. Is he not satisfied? I will rule the eastern border and cannot be the emperor of Daning. I will become the emperor of a new country. I have already thought about the name of Chaoyang City. The name of Chaoyang City is Xiaoyao City, and the name of the country is Xiaoyao. How about it?"

Xun Zhi remained silent.

"You are the prime minister."

Li Xiaoran said: "You will decide all the affairs of the whole country."

Xun straightened up and said, "Your Highness is ready, I'll go back first."
Chapter completed!