Chang'an is in the distance, and there are beautiful girls there.

Guan Kuo's calm heart began to jump again, it was not fear and jealousy, but a slight excitement.

It was his hometown, although there were many unsatisfactory places.

Although the sons of those provinces did not get along with him happily, it was also his childhood.

Although Princess Guangle and the other princesses, as well as those daughters, did not look at him very seriously, he admitted that Li Xiyun and other famous beauties were indeed good girls.

He has changed his appearance, and he doesn't know what kind of scenery Chang'an will be.

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There are still many days to go before Chinese New Year's Eve, but the atmosphere of celebration is as good as ever.

The winter in Chang'an is indeed very cold, but it is still beautiful.

It has many gates, but people can only walk one at a time, just as there are many choices in life, and you can only choose.

Under the eaves tiles of the city tower, the wind chimes are crisp and the breeze is swaying.

Unlike the haze of so many days outside the Guan, today's Chang'an, the sky is very refreshing, the sun is very narrow, and the hue of the whole area is of course very bright.

Guan Kuo is really back this time.

He led without a trace, straddled Qin Kill, and walked on the streets of Chang'an, one person, one horse, one knife, and no one else.

Not long ago, far away from the outside of the city, there were several generals who got the news of Wang Du's return to greet them, and the friendship between them was beyond life and death, and they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they had nothing to talk about.

But Guan Kuo made a decision-

"General, I want to walk around Chang'an alone, a day's time." He said to Wang Du.

Wang Du felt that he was a little ridiculous, and said: "Please, you go back to Chang'an, there is no military affairs in you, and it seems that there will be no friends who welcome you, Your Majesty summoned you, I don't know when, you can look around at any time." ”

Wang Du knew his mood, and he felt that Guan Kuo might be able to walk around like this.

As a result, Guan Kuo was left alone, and those killing intent disappeared with the departure of Lin Hai and the others.

He seemed to be free, relaxed, and suddenly a little heavy.

Walking on a familiar and unfamiliar land, he calculated that it might be half a year since he left here, or maybe longer.

He has changed, but Chang'an has not changed significantly, just like many years ago.

I just don't know if it's the same as Chang'an in Su Yin's impression. But thinking about it, without Her Royal Highness the eldest princess and Chang'an in Su Mansion, it doesn't mean much to Su Yin.

"Su Yin, I've returned to Chang'an, I don't know what awaits me, but I'll go on well......," he said softly.

The streets of Chang'an are full of traffic, and the pale golden sunlight dyes all kinds of people with dazzling brilliance.

The scattered eaves of the building are high pecked, and thousands of ghosts are stacked on both sides, and then illuminated by the sun, projected on the stone street, exquisite and regular.

The surroundings are not quiet, but they are very peaceful, there are no excited young people, probably because the Guan Mansion has been destroyed, and there will be no scene of Guan Kuo marrying Her Royal Highness Princess Guangle like that day, and Ashina Qin has also been defeated, there are no internal worries, and there are no external troubles.

When he was assigned to the frontier, it was tens of millions of Chang'an people who "sent" him out, and now he is still in charge, he is back, from the city gate to here, no one recognized him, which is really dramatic.

It may also be that he has really changed, whether it is wearing armor, leading a war horse, straddle a saber, holding his head high, or that invisible temperament.

What's more, the people of Chang'an probably have forgotten him selectively a long time ago, thinking that he has died in northern Xinjiang.

Different from the bustle and excitement around him, he led without a trace alone, silently following the route in his memory, towards the place where he had lived for more than ten years.

Wuji probably realized his state of mind, rubbed him with his horse's head, stared at a pair of eyes the size of copper bells, and looked at him a few times.

After a street, there is the residence of the living house.

Cross the mansion and go some distance ahead and turn right again into another street.

On that street there is the mansion of Dr. Taixue and Governor Shi.

Keep going forward, turn right again, and you can see the shining "White House" plaque.

After walking like this for a long time, Guan Kuo paused for a short time in front of Shang Shuyoucheng's mansion and smiled.

Shang Shuyoucheng's daughter is very beautiful, in the past, it was a place where many young people liked to stay, and Guan Kuo had also done such a stupid thing for a while, but once when the daughter entered the sedan chair, she frowned and glanced at him, revealing a few traces of disgust, Guan Kuo understood.

From that moment on, he suddenly felt that the daughter of Shangshu Youcheng's Mansion was not beautiful, and he felt more and more so.

The eyes of the guards in front of Shang Shuyou's Mansion swept lightly over his body, and when he saw the Northern Tang military uniform on his body, he was slightly surprised, but later he recognized that it seemed to be just an ordinary soldier, so he turned his gaze elsewhere.

The Guanfu has fallen, and he has really lost his sense of existence, even in Chang'an, people no longer know him.

He laughed it off, and continued to walk forward without a trace.

He didn't know that his series of actions were actually very chic.

There just wasn't an audience.

He walked forward step by step, looking at the huge and prosperous Chang'an without a trace, and he didn't know what he was thinking, Guan Kuo seemed to feel that he had left Chang'an for a long time, but today he revisited the old place, but he was familiar with the road, and it was still the same.

I don't know if I see some people?

He seemed to have walked for a long time, or maybe not for long, and suddenly stopped.

He raised his eyes and looked at the scarlet gate on his right, and suddenly felt that it was so high and so far that he couldn't touch it.

The plaque has disappeared, the door is closed, and it is lonely.

But it seems that someone has cleaned it, and it is clean, as clean as I remember.

A carriage runs over the stone slab, the sound of horses' hooves, the rolling wheels, and the pendants on the four edges of the carriage make a pleasant sound of "tinkling", crisp and loud.

A middle-aged man holding a dense sugar gourd shouted as he passed by, chasing several children behind him.

"You can't eat without copper plates!" The man shouted with a laugh, and then lifted the sugar gourd high enough for the kids to reach.

A delicate and small sedan chair was carried by four servants, and went into the distance, the beauty in the sedan chair stretched out her slender hand, lifted the sedan curtain to a corner, and the phoenix eyes curiously looked outside, stirring up a few wisps of incense.

The surroundings are still lively, but Guan Kuohe stands there without a trace, like a still painting.

They are the people in the painting.

Or maybe the peaceful and happy people around you are the people in the painting, and they are just outsiders.

(End of chapter)