When Zhang Jian's carriage arrived at Xijin Mansion, it was not yet dawn, and the shaking and jolting of the carriage suddenly stopped making Zhang Jian wake up, and when he opened the curtain and saw Zhang Jian, he was shocked and speechless, and tremblingly stretched out his hand and pointed to the mammoth shadow outside and said: "This ...... This is the Tsu Mansion?! ”

The coachman nodded and said, "That's right, this is Xijin Mansion, it's better to get off the car first, and the villain should pull over the carriage." ”

Zhang Jian came to the side of the road with the help of the scholar, at this time he had time to detail a large number of this behemoth, Zhang Jian had been to Xijin Mansion countless times, the appearance of Xijin Mansion and the city wall he can be said to be familiar with the chest, but the city in front of him does not match the appearance in his memory.

The towering city wall is afraid that it is six or seven zhang high, such a height is almost twice the original city wall, standing under the city wall, Zhang Jian felt that he was so small, even the fire on the city wall could not see him clearly.

Looking closer, through the light of the torches, Zhang Jian suddenly found that the material of the city wall seemed to be the same as the road, and it was all built by something called cement, right? The slightly rough feel, the protruding particles, Zhang Jian smashed the entire wall with the hilt of the sword he was wearing without any damage, and what surprised him the most was that there was no gap on the wall!

The city wall of Xijin Mansion should be built with rammed earth and wrapped in masonry, so as to achieve the greatest protective effect, and at the same time, with the masonry exposed outside, you can climb up, but the city wall in front of you can not see the masonry at all, how to climb the soldiers who are called siegers?

Just when Zhang Jian was observing the Xijin Mansion, the junior colonel who was escorting him had already stepped forward to call the door, and a bamboo basket was lowered down through the rope, so he put the night walking voucher written by Di Qing himself in it and stretched out his hand to pull the rope.

The rope quickly went up, but the door was not as wide open as expected, the heavy door was like a huge beast's mouth, once opened, it would swallow people clean, and the deep doorway continued to exude black terror to people, making people can't help but want to escape.

The sound of the machine sounded, Zhang Jian calmly walked to the city gate, even if the Great Liao was defeated by the Great Song Dynasty, but he should also be courteous to the Prime Minister of the Left, although the Great Song Dynasty is a big country but can not be arrogant and rude, the more powerful the more the more you must abide by the etiquette, this is the concept of the Han people.

"Prime Minister Zuo ......"

Xiao Xiao watched Zhang Jian walk towards the doorway, and his figure was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, and he couldn't help but call out.

Zhang Jian turned his head strangely and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Xiao Xiao pointed to a sedan chair embarrassedly and said to Zhang Jian: "The city gate must not be opened without authorization at night, even if it is a side door, and it is okay for the prime minister to move the sedan chair......"

Zhang Jian walked out of the doorway, only to find that a small sedan chair was hanging down on the city wall, pulled by ropes, and the sound of the machine just now was probably coming from above...... Zhang Jian stumbled, he was also the left prime minister of Da Liao, how could he sit in such a small sedan chair? It's insulting!

But people had to bow their heads under the eaves, Zhang Jian could only sit in a small sedan chair, the small school pulled the rope on the side, and the small sedan chair slowly rose in the sound of the machine, the scholar naturally followed Zhang Jian, he could only kneel at Zhang Jian's feet, which made the originally spacious sedan chair appear slightly crowded.

The small sedan sedan swayed slightly and fell steadily to the ground, Zhang Jian looked up and saw that it was a thick iron boom, and the sound just now was from the ratchet on the boom, and the sound was crisp and comfortable.

But Zhang Jian didn't feel comfortable, just now he took advantage of the dawn sun to look down from the sedan chair, the height of six or seven zhang was enough to frighten him, Zhang Jian found himself standing high and looking down for the first time It was so scary, and even a little dizzy and trembling.

After a while, the people who escorted him also went up the city wall one after another, and after retrieving Di Qing's certificate, the little colonel hugged his fist and said to Zhang Jian: "Prime Minister Zuo will wash up first, and the little one will go to the imperial front to report." ”

Zhang Jian looked at the dust on his body, then smelled the smell on his body and nodded again and again: "This is very good, the old man will go to the post house to wash, and I hope the general will hurry up." ”

When the colonel nodded and left, he was rich in the rest of the people who greeted Zhang Jian, and his subordinates naturally agreed, after all, Zhang Jian was the left prime minister of the Liao Dynasty and visited the official family as an envoy, so he should naturally be respected.

At this time, the sun has risen, standing on the city wall and looking at the Xijin Mansion, an unprecedented grandeur is displayed, the Xijin Mansion is not as good as the Tokyo City, this is the city that was built later, there were originally fewer people, Zhao Zhen was even more ordered to transform the Xijin Mansion on a large scale, and after repeated expansions, the city of the Xijin Mansion can be regarded as the largest in the Great Song Dynasty.

And here and like Tokyo City, the structure of the city is broken, and the houses are lined up one after another, but the rules are not as chaotic as the city of Tokyo, and as the sun rises, the whole Shijin Prefecture seems to be noisy all of a sudden, and the morning market opens at the same time, and the whole city also wakes up.

Zhang Jian secretly guessed that the Xijin Mansion was probably the reason why it had just been recovered, so it was not as lively as the night market in Tokyo City, and I was afraid that there was a curfew.

Zhang Jian, who was walking on the street, was a little unnatural, not because someone paid attention to him, but on the contrary, no one looked at him at all, and the scholar raised the Daliao envoy Jieyue just let passers-by look at it and turned their heads to do what to do, and the people along the way were in a hurry, as if they were in a hurry.

This feeling of being treated as air made Zhang Jian very uncomfortable, as if he had no sense of existence at all in the Great Song Dynasty, and the Song people seemed to have forgotten all about the threat of the Great Liao, and everyone was not afraid to see him, nor was he condescending, but treated himself with a flat attitude, which was the last thing Zhang Jian wanted to see.

All this shows that the Great Song Dynasty has completely stepped out of the shadow of the Great Liao and returned to the great country meteorology, which is a terrible signal, the Han Dynasty people, the Tang Dynasty people are this kind of great country weather!

Zhang Jian even felt that he was a dignified Liao Dynasty Prime Minister Zuo along the way, and there was an endless stream of various food stalls on the street, and the hawkers shouted for the food of their own homes, and some even used small tunes to attract people.

The taste of various delicacies spread in the air with the heat to form an enticing cloud, some of which Zhang Jian had never even seen, made him begin to doubt his life, after all, many dishes are delicious even if they are eaten at the main meal.

Although Zhang Jian had never been to the post station in Xijin Mansion, he knew that it would never be what it is now, and the original decoration with the style of the Great Liao Dynasty was all replaced by the elegance of the Great Song Dynasty, with poems and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting everywhere.

Although Zhang Jian also likes these things in his heart, he doesn't look back and goes upstairs, in fact, what he hopes most in his heart is to sit here and drink tea and eat, but as a messenger, he can't show his thoughts.