Li Mao didn't take Zhang Xiuqing's embarrassment to heart, and he was about to deliberately act for the Uighurs to see.

Li Mao asked the owner of the antique shop: "Zhang Sicheng has never been to this street, or do you refuse to see him?" ”

Boss Xu said: "Look at what you said, Zhang Sicheng is a nobleman, a noble person came to the shop, the shop is full of brilliance, how can you refuse to see it, you want to see it, but you can't see it." ”

Li Mao asked Zhang Xiuqing: "You have been stationed in the capital of the allied countries for more than ten years, and you have never been here?" ”

There is a way to crush people to death at the level of the official university, although Zhang Xiuqing is dissatisfied with Li Mao, the young secretary who was killed in the middle of the road, but he will never dare to contradict it on this occasion.

Zhang Xiuqing's face was red, and she snorted: "The royal city is too big, and the lower officials are afraid that they will be negligent for a while." ”

Li Mao said: "It's a good time to be negligent, I can't complain that the people of the Tang Dynasty are in a foreign country and refuse to admit that they are Tang people, all of you corpse vegetarian people, which chills their hearts." ”

was reprimanded by Shangguan in public, Rao is Zhang Xiuqing's skin is as thick as iron in officialdom for a long time, and he doesn't feel that his face is red and his ears are hot. A nameless fire rushed straight to his head, if someone hadn't given him a look again and again, he was afraid that he would have a seizure on the spot and would have to confront his boss.

This little episode was seen by the accompanying Uighur kings, who turned around and reported to the Khan of Tengli Yehe, who laughed and said: "There is a saying among the Tang people that beating people does not hit their faces, especially those who have read books, and they sometimes value their faces more than their lives. Therefore, although he walked in the officialdom from time to time, he could still maintain a harmonious atmosphere on the surface, and he slapped Zhang Xiuqing in the face in front of you, which shows the recklessness of this person, the new emperor of the Tang Dynasty is important to such a person, hum. Xu Shang, the envoy of the royal tent, added: "Blatantly making Zhang Xiuqing ugly, in fact, it also highlights the discord between the old and new forces within the Tang Dynasty after the new emperor, which is very acute." He also said, "They are not in harmony, but it is a blessing to our country." ”

The three of them laughed.

Li Mao's actions soon reached the ears of Princess Xian'an, and the princess immediately ordered someone to come to your hotel to urge Li Mao to send Xiaoru over.

Although it was prepared, when it was time to separate, the atmosphere was still extremely tense, Xiao Ru pretended to be relaxed, and asked Li Mao if the meeting gift he prepared for the princess was appropriate.

Li Mao didn't have any intention to see what to greet the gift, he hugged Xiaoru all over his arms, his eyes were ****, but he couldn't speak.

Qin Mo, who was waiting on the side, hardened his heart and shouted: "Okay, it's just to stay with the princess for two days, and it's not life and death, so many tears are made, I really can't stand the two of you." ”

Xiaoru pushed Li Mao away, held back her tears, and said with a smile: "I'm leaving, if the princess is driven back after waiting badly, you are not allowed to laugh at me." ”

Xiaoru grabbed the burden, lowered her head, and didn't dare to look at Li Mao again. As soon as the person went out, tears came out of his eyes like the water that broke the embankment.

Li Mao lived in the Uighur royal city for half a month, and when the princess sent back the news that she was willing to accept Xiaoru, she was stunned for a while, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Seeing his depressed appearance, Qin Mo was very sympathetic, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he discussed with Zhang Qi and planned to abduct Li Mao out to drink, and by the way, experience the nightlife of the Uighur royal city.

Li Mao was very much in favor of the idea of drinking, and in these days in Wangcheng, he was accompanied by high-ranking Uighur officials every day, and although he ate delicious food from the mountains and seas, smiling faces everywhere, and sang beautiful women every night, he always felt that something was missing, and quietly slipped out to drink, which was both exciting and could personally experience the customs and customs of the Uighurs.

After some preparations, Li Mao, Qin Mo, and Zhang Qi appeared in the night market of the royal city wearing the most common costumes of Uighur men. The Uighur royal city also had a night curfew, but unlike Chang'an, there was no strict division of the Uighur royal city, and there were no fang walls around the residential areas, and the residential and commercial areas were mixed.

The Nine Streams and Three Sects in the capital of all countries gathered, no matter how strange Li Mao's behavior was, in fact, it didn't attract too many people's attention, and the people here were not strange, and they had long been accustomed to all kinds of strange things.

Stopping and asking, Li Mao soon had an intuitive impression of the Uighur social conditions and public opinion, the polarization of this country is extremely serious, the ordinary people live a difficult life, extremely dissatisfied with the status quo, the lively night market has almost become a place for the frustrated to vent their dissatisfaction, because there is too much suffering and dissatisfaction, the night market has always wafted a strong smell of gunpowder, people's eyes are full of anxiety, confusion, distrust and resentment, a seemingly inconspicuous little thing often sparks warmly. This led to bloody clashes of varying scales.

In order to avoid getting into trouble, Li Mao and the three of them walked into a large-scale, luxuriously decorated, four or five barbecue restaurants with big sticks standing at the door.

Seeing the angry and anxious underclass, Li Mao wanted to see how the Uighur middle class viewed the status quo, and although the number of people in this class was small, it was the backbone of society, and their understanding of the status quo was very important.

The people who dined here were mild-mannered, but it was clear that they were also very dissatisfied with the status quo, and from their conversation, Li Mao felt a kind of confusion and anxiety, confused about the future direction of this country, anxious about the smell of gunpowder everywhere in this country, this country is now like sitting on a medicine barrel full of gunpowder, any spark can ignite contradictions, cause extremely violent explosions, send the capital of all nations of the steppe to the sky, and let them fall into a situation from which they will never recover.

They have little wealth, but they are not rich, their roots are deeply rooted in this land, they will inevitably break their bones if they leave, they have the knowledge, they have the ability to think, they can predict the coming storm, but their power to defend themselves is too small.

Knowing that suffering is coming, but not being able to avoid it, this is the source of their anxiety.

Asked for a tender barbecue, Qin Mo went to pick out another bottle of wine with strange characters printed on it, and the graceful waiter Orchid came over and asked the three of them if they needed to accompany the wine.

Qin Mo fought day after day, physically and mentally exhausted, and the food and wine were in front of him, but he had no interest in the beauty, and after reaching out to touch the orchid, he rewarded her with a silver coin and sent it away.

Zhang Qi stared at Hu Ji's thin waist and plump buttocks, Qin Mo coughed and said, "It's not promising, what's so good about the Golden Retriever Lion King." ”

Zhang Qi said: "Strange, strange, why are there so many golden retrievers in the Uighur royal city?" ”

Qin Mo said: "The capital of all nations, naturally there are people from all countries. (Dissertation College)