"Brother, it's going to be locked in a while. A small soldier in armor slowly moved towards the base of the wall.

"It's not!" the two simply gossiped: "After standing for a day, my waist is also sore, and my legs are also painful." ”

"Let's go have a drink later?" suggested the soldier.

Chang'an City has not been peaceful recently, and the most direct impact is that the city gate is closed early every day. They also got "benefits" from it, and they were finally able to go home before it was dark.

When the older veteran heard the little soldier say this, his first reaction was not to be happy, but to be so frightened that his face turned white, and he hurriedly shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, my old bones can't bear it...... Can't afford it. ”

Xiao Bing just sneered: "I haven't seen you drink less when I go home in the past! What's the matter lately? Could it be that my sister-in-law is strict in control!"

The last sentence even had a hint of mockery.

The veteran hurriedly lowered his voice: "Dashan, it's not my brother who is nagging you. The boss asked us to pay the errand early, what's the picture? Isn't it a safe!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Is there anything about rushing to die?" Young people, just can't be relied on, and they will never prioritize.

The little soldier called Dashan listened to it and nodded: "Okay, after a while, I'll talk about it when Chang'an City is stable." "There's no need to put your life in it for a momentary pleasure.

The two were chatting hotly here, "It's time to close the city gate, right?"

The gate of the imperial city of Chang'an slowly closed, and Guan Yuan rode his horse and galloped on the official road outside the city, and when he saw this scene, he raised his arms vigorously: "Don't close, there are still people!"

"Brother!" Dashan seemed to hear someone's shouting, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Did someone tell us not to close the city gate?"

The veteran twisted his neck: "You heard me wrong. Stop grinding, close it early and go home early. ”

No matter how much Sekigahara shouted, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and he soon did not respond.

Although he was reluctant, he could only whip the long whip in his hand on the horse's back. The sweaty BMW roared, and with all his strength, he ran towards the crack in the door.

It seemed like a millimeter was missing, and the door was about to close. However, a man and a horse appeared in front of the two soldiers guarding the city gate.

Dashan reacted quickly, and immediately grabbed Sekigahara's way first, and looked at him jokingly: "It's quite fierce!"

Sekihara didn't think about this, so he nodded politely and smiled: "Hmm." ”

Dashan was originally frightened by this horse alone, but when he saw his attitude, he didn't intend to let it go easily: "It's fierce, you still know, do you know that this is Chang'an?"

The words in front of the mountain are at most only a "flat and straightforward narrative", but the words in the back are more than twice as strong as the momentum and tone.

The sweaty BMW is worthy of being the treasure that the nomads in the Western Regions rely on for survival, running thousands of miles a day without breathing. was roared by the broken gong of the person in front of him, and he was still as unfazed as usual.

Sekihara caressed its fur, and once the task was completed, he would ask his superiors to give him the horse.

The veteran stood aside, although he was also taken aback, but compared to this, the recent rumors in Chang'an City were more scary. He has old and young, but nothing can happen.

Therefore, he did not have the leisure to entangle with this tall boy. At most, I will watch the show with my waist crossed.

The mountains fought alone, but the more they fought, the more courageous they became.

Seeing that this person didn't take his words seriously, but deliberately touched the horse in front of him, was this a provocation? He was young and vigorous, and of course he couldn't swallow this breath: "You heard clearly, Chang'an does not accept idle people. What identity, you'd better prove clearly. Otherwise......"

He snorted lightly: "Be careful that our brothers twist you to the official mansion!" There are many officials of all kinds in Chang'an City, although he can't speak, but he is better than a common man.

This strength is naturally not because of his position, but because he can deal with the yamen more or less by looking at the city gate. It won't be reduced to the point that you have to queue up even to beat the drum and sound the grievances.

Guan Yuan looked at the mountain with interest, he had been in Chang'an City all these years, and no one had spoken to him in such a tone: "You are threatening me?"

Although the young man on horseback looks plain, he has a temperament that has been honed by strong winds and waves. It's just a look, and Dashan is a little weak in his heart for some reason.

Slapping a swollen face and being fat has always been his characteristic, "You, do you think, do you think that the master will not dare?"

Guan Yuan repeated to himself: "Threat, return master." ”

He took out a token from his body and shook it from his palm in front of the two people: "Let you see, what is Xiaoye, what is ...... Threat!"

After Dashan saw the words on the token clearly, he only felt that it was dark in front of him, but he still held on: "Yes, if there is something to prove your identity, you will take it out as soon as possible." "A tree lives a skin, and a man lives a face. Face is still quite important.

The veteran had long known that the young man in front of him was not something they could afford to offend at all, but Dashan's tone was still so hard. I can only make amends for him: "Don't be angry, Dashan, he is just dedicated to the public." ”

Guan Yuan deliberately raised his eyebrows: "Yes, I am dedicated to the public." He rode away on horseback. This mountain is still quite interesting, although the temper is stinky and hard, exactly like the stones in the pit, but fortunately, it is not afraid of power.

Perhaps, whether it is a master or a father, they all need such people.

The sweaty BMW carried Guan Yuan unhurriedly in Chang'an City, he was in a hurry all the way before, but he just wanted to return to Chang'an before closing the city gate today.

Now, now that it's back. There is no need to rush to reincarnation. It's just right, one piece at a time, and the sweaty BMW can't be in a tight state all the time.

When his thoughts drifted away, the horse carried him to the Linglong Pavilion.

In the past, this place has always been shoulder to shoulder, but today, for some reason, even it has become a crowd, so it is not desolate.

No, nothing will happen, right? Guan Yuan sighed in his heart, quickly dismounted, and walked inside.

After a few steps, I came back again. His new heart is still here, and it would be too risky to put it out like this.

"Prince Sekihara?" A low-headed subordinate came out of the Linglong Pavilion, and he was staring at the extremely entangled Sekihara secretly wondering.

As soon as Sekihara heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sekihara Gongzi, this title, is the only one who will let the people around her call her so.

He has always been the most disgusted person to be called by his full name, and Sekihara is homophonic to "official", isn't this the type of person he has always hated the most? I really don't know how my father came up with his name.

Especially up and down this Linglong Pavilion, it seems that everyone is going to have trouble with him. Guan Yuan is Guan Yuan, but I still want to add a suffix, and I still have a son?

What kind of match is this, nondescript, where to put the face when it is passed out?

"Prince Sekihara, why don't you go in when you come?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, the next person had to ask again.