"Hmph, scold me?" Bai Yunli snorted in his nose and said, "Is it useful?" I don't care. ”

"It doesn't matter what you do, just be happy." The prince of Ruan's mansion was a little unhappy with the topic of destroying the atmosphere that these two were talking about.

The men who opened the way in front rode fast, and those horses were also rare and good horses, although they were not as good as the three of them.

A group of six people, staggered a distance, ignoring everything on Chang'an Avenue, this situation, in their opinion, is full of a kind of pride and chic, but in the eyes of those ordinary Chang'an people, it is arrogant.

Of course, many things are different from another perspective.

The scenery next to the ears is rapidly receding, picturesque Chang'an, Chang'an is picturesque.

The voice of the Chang'an people became a little strange because of the speed of the speed.

Under the magnificent eaves of "Chang'anju", there are red lanterns hanging, and bells are falling below.

The eyes in the white clouds saw something, and the ground lit up.

Although the sun is pouring down, it is very cold today.

Although it was very cold today, his heart was a little hot at this moment.

Not far in front of Chang'anju, a delicate and small sedan chair slowly fell.

Brightly colored tassels hang down the four sides of the sedan chair, and the periphery is dotted with flowers, which looks like a smart spring in the bright sunshine.

Some people in Chang'an know who it is, including Baiyunli and other princes.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the curious beauty lifted the sedan curtain and looked out, revealing a pair of bright eyes like autumn water.

The cloud sideburns lightly pick Chancui, and the moth eyebrows sweep the spring mountain.

Beauty, a smile can kill.

In the white clouds, I saw a glimpse of the beauty from afar, and a trace of ecstasy swelled in my heart.

Today is really a good day.

Galloping horses, and beautiful women.

A handsome boy and a beautiful girl, after these two things meet, there will always be beautiful sparks.

The daughter of Liu's mansion is a well-known beauty in Chang'an, although it is not as good as the princess of Guangle Li Xiyun's love of the city, and then the country, but she is still young, and she is waiting to be let go, and at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she has been rated as one of the top ten beauties of the Tang Dynasty by some good literati in the Northern Tang Dynasty, although this has not been subject to any research.

It is conceivable how lethal the beauty of Liu's daughter is to the high-spirited young man.

In the imagination of many young people such as Baiyunli, Liu Fanghao is thirteen or fourteen years old, and he is also thirteen or fourteen years old.

Baiyun saw the beauty with the sedan curtain covering her face, the sons of Ruanfu and Washington, and some other people on the street also saw it, but the three guards who opened the way in Sanfu were probably too proud to see it, and they still rode their horses and crossed the exquisite sedan chair.

Liu Fanghao frowned and took Xiushou back into the sedan curtain, obviously not wanting to be washed up by the smoke and dust brought up by the fast horse on his beautiful face.

Driven by the wind, the tassels shook and scattered.

The subordinates of his own family are so eyeless, a trace of anger flashed on Baiyunli's face, revealing a fierce look, and he was about to open his mouth to scold something, but suddenly saw the depths of the street, between the crowd retreating, and there was still a man and a horse standing on the street.

It's farther away, but at their pace, it's coming soon.

Their horses are very fast, if a stationary person is washed away, it will be injured at the lightest, and it will be dead at worst, of course, the rider will also be very dangerous, but because the people of Chang'an know their identity, they dare not speak out, let alone stand in the way.

Under such circumstances, he is still standing on the street, and he has not encountered it for a long, long time.

"Hello Miss Liu!"

Although the prince of Washington was very interested in knowing what happened to the person standing on the street in the distance, he still waved his hand in a dashing manner when he passed by the sedan chair, although Liu Fanghao, who was hiding in the sedan chair, would not see his "heroic posture".

When he felt that the sound of horses' hooves had gone away, Liu Fanghao couldn't help but open the sedan curtain again, blinking his smart eyes, and looked at the teenagers who were far away.

It's not certain if she has feelings for those teenagers, or one of them, or what she feels, but since she is a woman, it is destined to be difficult to gallop at will like those teenagers, regardless of her beautiful image, and such restrictions are estimated to be for a lifetime.

So no matter what, seeing that kind of arrogant and domineering behavior, as a daughter of everyone who has obtained upper privileges, she will not be particularly disgusted, but will always be curious.

At this glance, she crossed the three people in Baiyunli, and also crossed the guards who opened the road in the three mansions, and saw the person and horse standing on the street, and her face showed a trace of surprise, and her interest was even greater.

No matter who it is, they will really want to see who it is, dare to stand on the street alone and one horse, and there is no indication of the gallop of these three ancestors.

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Guan Kuo left Chang'an for more than half a year.

This period of time should not be too long, but many times when I think about it, it feels like a lifetime away.

He walked around in public in Chang'an for a long time, and no one recognized him.

The government has fallen, and sure enough, people think that he no longer exists.

Eventually, however, he returned.

He recognized a lot of things, including buildings, some atmospheres, and a lot of people.

The three people in Baiyunli are one of them.

Until now, no one recognized him, but he recognized the three the moment he saw the six men galloping.

Guan Kuo is about two years older than the three of them, in the past, he was the son of Guan Fu, the son of Zhongshuling, many people wanted to provoke him, but they didn't dare to touch him, so in his eyes at those times, those three were unreasonable but useless little kids, and he would look down on those people with the eyes of the people who came over.

Now that spring is gone, autumn is coming back, it's winter, and it's not long after, the three of them are still unruly, but he suddenly feels that they seem to have grown up a lot, but they can also be a lot evil.

After so long contact with those comrades who sacrificed their lives for the country in northern Xinjiang, his attitude towards those "little children" has changed from contempt and disdain to disgust now.

Or maybe he's not the same kind of person as them anymore.

The sound of horses' hooves in the distance did not slow down in the slightest, but people and horses were approaching, and if neither side gave in, the price would definitely be terrible.

The non-concession of those six people was taken for granted.

But those who are familiar with Guan Kuo will also know that Guan Kuo's refusal to give in is consistent, whether in the past or now.

He killed his waist and hips, holding him without a trace, and he didn't make any moves at all, and he didn't even mean to avoid it.

Traceless swept the horse's hooves, looked at the fast horse that was getting closer and closer, bared his teeth, and showed a fierce look.

It has been rampant in northern Xinjiang for so many years, rampage with abrupt horses, and parallel to the Northern Tang Dynasty iron cavalry, it has never been afraid of any horse's charge.