A thin spring rain lasted for three days and three nights, and the land in Guanzhong became wet and oily, which showed that this year would not be a major drought at all. A convoy came from east to west along the muddy official road towards Chang'an, and the cavalry of the cavalry were all draped in hats to protect them from the rain, but the moisture of the sky had already soaked all their clothes.

Inside the carriage, a brocade-robed man about forty years old frowned and moved his numb legs, sitting in the narrow carriage for a long time, this feeling was more uncomfortable than being punished.

"Yan Jun, ten miles to Chang'an, do you want to rest overnight at the post station outside the city and then enter the city?"

The sound of cavalry inquiries came from outside the carriage. The reason why he is called Yan Jun is because his rank has not been determined, and strictly speaking he is not a court official at this time. Yan Zhuang sighed for a long time, since the convoy entered Tongguan, it was a drizzle for days, saying that it was not big, saying that it was not small, I didn't know when it was the end, and I felt that there was no dry place inside and outside the car, and the humidity and slight cold made people uncomfortable.

However, Yan Zhuang also knows very well that this kind of continuous drizzle, which is a few days at a time, is indeed more precious than oil for Guanzhong, which is about to be sown. After four consecutive years of drought, the land of Guanzhong is finally about to have a bumper year

Confucianism advocates the induction of heaven and man, and the Son of Heaven has no way to provoke the wrath of Heaven and inflict calamity on the world, on the other hand, if the superior person is virtuous, God will also be grateful for his virtue and bring happiness to the world.

Last year, Qin Jin led the Shenwu army back to Chang'an, in addition to driving away the Tubo people who were in trouble, he also controlled Li Heng and his son, and became the first powerful minister to control the imperial court. This spring rain is really a timely rain for Qin Jin, who has just taken power.

"Yan Jun, Yan Jun, are you staying at the post station today?"

The guards outside the carriage did not get a response, and he called a few times before he reacted.

"No, go into the city, stay in the city, if the time is still in time!"

"It's time to catch up, but you have to speed up, Yan Jun will feel bumpy in the car!"

"It's okay, let's go!"

Yan Zhuang has been bumpy for thousands of miles on the way, and naturally he is not bad for the last ten miles, so he is in a hurry to go to Chang'an, so he can smell the breath in the city.

Just thinking about it, there was a sudden commotion outside, out of many years of life and death experience, Yan Zhuang was so nervous, but he immediately realized that this was in the hinterland of Guanzhong controlled by the Shenwu Army, only ten miles away from Chang'an, how could there be a military accident?

"What's going on out there?"

Although he is not a rank-level official in the imperial court, his status in the Shenwu Army is still relatively special, and he has been taken care of as a special person by Qin and Jin, and he has been taken care of better.

"A few beggars, blocking the road and begging for food!"

Yan Zhuang responded, told the guards to distribute some food, sent the beggars away, and saw that he was about to arrive in Chang'an, and he didn't want to make any extraneous branches.

However, after the carriage had stopped, and after a quarter of an hour it had not been restarted, he could not bear it anymore and lifted the curtain and went out. The slanting drizzle hit the body and face, and there was an indescribable feeling, if this rain had just begun, it would be pleasant for people. It can be non-stop for several days and nights, making people feel unbearably damp from the inside out.

Yan Zhuang stretched his hands and feet, and did not intend to step forward to see how the guards sent away the beggars, but looked at them from a distance. The voices of the guards and the beggars were high and low, and one or two words reached his ears, which caused him to prick up his ears.

Words such as Keqing and sending Tang envoys are obviously not something that beggars can know.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhuang sped up his speed and walked towards the beggars, while walking, he looked, but saw that they were not similar to ordinary beggars, and there was no intention of groveling, but there was a big difference between his eyebrows and the residents of Guanzhong Henan.

One of them, a short, fat bearded man with a stiff Chinese accent, was clearly not Han.

"Are you sending Tang envoys?"

The short and fat bearded man knew that he was not an ordinary person when he saw his solemn demeanor, although he was wearing an ordinary brocade robe and had no official skin color, he was not an ordinary person who could drive the cavalry.

"Duke Yuming, go down and send the Tang envoy Fujiwara Qinghe!"

Yan Zhuang was relieved, and it turned out to be a Japanese national. In the Tang Dynasty, during the Kaiyuan Tianbao period, the state reached its peak, not only the land of Fanbang, but also the overseas Siyi sent envoys to Chang'an. It is said to be a very small island country, and the combined land area is only equivalent to the size of a few counties.

Behind Fujiwara Kiyokawa stood a thin middle-aged man, and it seemed that this group of ragged envoys seemed to be headed by this person.

As soon as Yan Zhuang's gaze fell on the thin man, he immediately got a response. I saw that the thin man hurriedly grabbed the short and fat Fujiwara Qinghe and stepped forward and slammed it to the ground.

"Send the Tang envoy and guest secretary Abe Zhongmalu to meet Ming Gong!"

Ming Gong is just a general name for the superior, and when he doesn't know the specific identity of the other party, he gives enough respect and will not offend people.

Yan Zhuang had a feeling that this person who called himself Abe Zhongmaro was very smart, but I don't know how he had fallen to such a point, whether he sent an envoy to the Tang Dynasty or a guest secretary, he would be received by the imperial court with a very high standard, and this situation would never happen. But he immediately realized that Guanzhong had suffered two military disasters from the fifteenth year of Tianbao and the third year of Zhide, not to mention sending Tang envoys, even the noble relatives and clan's family had experienced countless calamities.

"Where do you come from, and where do your desires go?"

Abe Nakamaro sighed, looking very sad.

"After the fourteenth year of Tianbao, I bid farewell to the Son of Heaven and wanted to return to my mother country, and I didn't want to encounter strong winds and waves at sea, but I was blown to the coast south of Annan, and more than 100 people were killed by the local natives, and when we went through thousands of difficulties and dangers, and returned to Guanzhong, there were only a dozen people left......

As he spoke, tears were already overflowing in his sunken eye sockets, and it was indeed a sad story. Yan Zhuang was not a sympathetic person, so he only comforted him a few words and continued to ask questions.

"Your country is very close to Liaodong or Shandong, why was your envoy blown to Annam by the strong wind and waves?"

Yan Zhuang is also a person who knows geography, no matter if he takes a boat from Liaodong or Shandong, it is impossible to be blown to Annam, if this person named Abe Zhongmaro can't explain it clearly, then there must be an unknown trick behind the lie.

The drizzle gradually became a little heavier, and Yan solemnly wiped the water stains on his face irritably. Abe Nakamaro's answer was also very calm, so that he could not find a flaw.

"We waited for Yangzhou and invited Master Jianzhen of Yanguang Temple to travel east to ...... together."

The name of Master Jianzhen has been more or less heard of the name of Master Jianzhen, and everyone who has a heart for the Buddha has heard of it, and Yan Zhuang is more to the Buddha than to Confucianism, so he lost his voice and said:

"So Master Jianzhen has also died?"

"No ......"

Abe Nakamaro shook his head and replied with a little choked up:

"When going to sea in Yangzhou, there were three big boats, Master Jianzhen did not go down to the same boat, when encountering strong storms, the boat lost contact with the other two boats, Master Jianzhen has his own Buddha protection, at this time must have arrived safely in ......"

In Yan Zhuang's view, this is obviously Abe Nakamaro's wishful thinking, the sea is no better than the land, once it encounters strong winds and waves, no matter how big the sea ship is, it will only be like duckweed leaves, and it is difficult to survive at all.

After learning about the details of these distressed envoys, Yan Zhuang did not find any flaws, so he asked Hu Bing to treat them well, gave them a few horses, and also let them save their foot strength, after all, there were less than ten miles to go to Chang'an.

After the arrangements were made, Abe Nakamaro did not leave, but stood in front of Yan Zhuang a little crampedly.

Yan Zhuang felt something was wrong, so he asked:

"Your envoy still has important matters?"

Abe Zhongmaro smiled embarrassedly, and only blushed for a long time before he said:

"Can Ming Gong provide Fujiwara with a carriage? The soles of his feet are rotten......

"So that's the case, it's easy to say, just let him go to my car, it just so happens that a person is also boring, so you might as well share the car......"

Obviously, in Abe Nakamaro's cognition, Yan Zhuang is a person who is not easy to get along with, but he didn't expect the other party to be so generous, and he was relieved for a while.

"Thank you for your care, thank you for going down!"

Yan Zhuang thinks that this person is also straightforward, not hypocritical and pretentious, if he changes to the Han people, I am afraid that he will have to pretend to be reserved until the other party is repeatedly invited, and he will make a warm and difficult appearance "reluctantly".

Yan Zhuang smiled:

"Raise your hands, go, your envoy will talk to someone in the same car!"

There were three people seated in the narrow carriage, and it immediately seemed crowded, and they could even feel the wind and smell from each other's breathing. Yan Zhuang took the lead in laughing dryly for a while and asked:

"Do you have any plans after your envoy arrives in Chang'an?"

Abe Nakamaro was a little gloomy.

"This distress at sea may be a revelation from God, and I am ready to die in Chang'an!"

At this time, Yan Zhuang noticed that the short and fat Fujiwara Qinghe was really barefoot, and even if it was covered with mud, the festering wounds on his feet could still be faintly seen.

"The wind and waves are just a coincidence, and the envoy doesn't have to be discouraged, there is always a chance to go back!"

Fallen leaves have long been deeply rooted in the Central Plains, and Yan Zhuang naturally felt that it was a very tragic thing to let this Tang envoy die in a foreign land, so he casually comforted him.

Fujiwara Qinghe, who was originally very easily excited, actually didn't say a word since he got into the car, Yan Zhuang secretly thought, this person must have been advised by the Tang envoy to be sent, otherwise how could he not say a word?

"The war in the world has not stopped, and the court is also employing people, if the noble envoy is willing to stay, he will definitely be reused by the court, and the marquis is not known, even if he can't return to his homeland, it is also a great pleasure in life to be able to leave a name in history!"