On the way, Xiao Jinniang asked Ye Luping.

"I've known you for so long, I just know that you are from the Yelu tribe from the grassland, and I don't know what you came to Chang'an for? It's not like God asked you to help me solve the case, right? ”

Yeluping said hesitantly.

"Why, where am I as noble as you say, I'm just helping you to get what I deserve from you, and besides, we haven't known each other for so long, just for an hour"

"Yes, it's only been an hour" Xiao Jinniang wiped the sweat on her forehead: "If you don't say it, I thought we had known each other for many years with the tacit understanding between the two of us!" ”

Ye Luping also had doubts about Xiao Jinniang, but she never mentioned it, and now that she spoke first, Ye Luping also asked with the courage to ask.

"Look at your Fang Ling, you are only twenty-eight years old, in Chang'an, you are still at home at a young age, if you are placed in an ordinary person's house, you are not allowed to go to school, but I see you, you are clever, you know a lot and are proficient in our Khitan dialect, you are not like a person here at all!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Jinniang was so frightened that she thought that Ye Luping's poisonous wolf-like eyes saw something, but when she thought about it in an instant, she couldn't do it at all, so her heart relaxed and started the nonsense mode.

"Since you are so curious, I won't hide it from you, my aunt is the princess of the former emperor, because it is the relationship between the emperor's relatives and relatives, so whenever the saint sends an envoy to the Silk Road, I will always follow along, and I have seen a lot of customs and customs, so I have also learned a lot of words there, so to speak, standing with four or five foreigners and scolding the street."

The fact is that Wen Qian was an exchange student at a university in the United States when she was in school, and when she was at work, she went abroad many times with the leaders of the museum, and went to large and small countries and regions, so some foreign languages, including small languages, are not a problem for her.

"I'm the man who wants to be the king of the grassland, you must have seen it! (Khitan)" Yeluping listened to Xiao Jinniang's explanation, and suddenly came up with such a sentence.

"I can't see it now, but it doesn't mean that I can't see it in the future, maybe you work hard, and it's not that it's not without results (Khitan)" Xiao Jinniang replied.

Xiao Jinniang didn't want to hit Yeluping, because once he told the truth, it would definitely hit his self-confidence.

Because in Xiao Jinniang's mind, from the founding of the Khitan to its demise, there has never been such a person as Yeluping.

Perhaps, in the long river of history, he was just a passer-by, and he didn't even bother to write about history.

But despite this result, Xiao Jinniang still has to give him confidence.

Talking and laughing, the two of them soon arrived at Buzheng Fang.

I don't know what solemn ceremony is taking place, but many people in special clothes dance in a circle against the fire in the middle.

Xiao Jinniang listened to it for a long time, but she just felt that it was a bit like the language of today's Iran, that is, Persian back then.

Moreover, these Persians are notoriously difficult to mess with, and even Jing Zhaoyin doesn't dare to take care of them, so the saint puts them under his nose and takes care of them personally.

Just as Xiao Jinniang was thinking about how to go in to investigate the case, Ye Luping had already prepared two of their clothes.

"How did you get this dress?" Xiao Jinniang looked at the two Persians lying in the corner and said in surprise: "You won't kill them, right?" ”

"Murder?" Yeluping said in surprise: "Miss Xiao, this is Chang'an, at the feet of the sage, how dare I, a Khitan, kill people at will!" I just secretly stuck a broken white silver needle in their necks to let them take a nap for an hour, don't worry, no one can die, I tried it myself"

Xiao Jinniang still felt that something was wrong, and when she hesitated, Yeluping had already dressed and draped the clothes on her body, and coincidentally, a Persian behind him pushed them and chattered.

"Hurry up, hurry up, why are you late, the high priest is in a hurry (Persian)"

The two men were pushed into the crowd, and those people did not suspect their identity, but welcomed them into the dancing revelry.

Xiao Jinniang and Ye Luping were not very accustomed to their dancing at first, but gradually Xiao Jinniang got used to it, because she felt that their dancing was similar to the current square dance.

"Brother Yelu relax, don't be nervous, you can jump as much as they want, if you are nervous, they will see the flaws"

Jerupin's face was full of bitterness.

"Today I finally know what it's like to be pulled around without freedom, when will this nasty dance end!"

When the Persians around them saw them talking again, they warned: "Seriously, this is a very sacred thing (in Persian)"

Ye Luping looked at Xiao Jinniang suspiciously.

"What is this kid talking about? I don't understand."

Xiao Jinniang replied: "He told you not to speak, so you don't talk anymore, be careful to let people see it"

At the moment, Yeluping's two arms were so sore that he didn't want to try it in his life.

Just when Jerupin was feeling distressed, he suddenly saw a bearded and murderous man coming up from a platform not far away, who seemed to be very authoritative, for the dancing Persians had stopped dancing and stood there like obedient children.

"O children of the sun, sing and dance, sing for a happy day, cry and laugh, you children of the sun, the great city of Chang'an will see you and be proud of you (in Persian)"

As soon as the words ended, the Persians stretched out their arms and shouted: "Proud, proud (Persian)"

The two of them were defenseless, and they were startled by the scene in front of them, but fortunately, Xiao Jinniang's brain was quick to deal with it, but Yeluping didn't keep up with their cheers because he couldn't understand Persian, and when the cheers of the people fell, he still raised his arms and shouted, but he didn't even know what he said.

This accident also made the high priest look at it, and he asked Jerupin.

"Look at your face and eyes, are you from our political workshop? (Persian)"

Jerupin didn't understand and froze in place.

Xiao Jinniang came forward to solve the siege: "Tell the high priest, he is new, so he is a little afraid of life, and please ask the high priest not to blame (Persian)"

The high priest felt that what Xiao Jinniang said was very reasonable, so he didn't take Yeluping's strange performance to heart, and just nodded.

Seeing the high priest's satisfied appearance, Xiao Jinniang thought that she had done an excellent job, but she didn't expect that someone in the crowd shouted: They are not Persians.

Suddenly, the chaos in the Buzheng Square turned into a pot of porridge, and those Persians surrounded Xiao Jinniang and Yeluping in the middle with knives, hoes, scissors, and wooden sticks, and the situation suddenly became tense.