Hearing Shangguan's order, the soldiers guarding the gate no longer hesitated, and several of them poured whale fat on the sliding shaft, and then hundreds of people worked together to push open a small half of the three gates in the capital, the most powerful and huge main gate.

Seeing that the crack in the door was enough for all knights to pass, Liu Shengyu bowed to Yang Mo and said, "Yang Dudu, please." ”

Seeing this, Yang Mo didn't answer, turned around and jumped up, flew back into the car, and then surrounded by more than 50 red bear guards under his command, rushed straight into Xiongjing City with the car from the middle gate.

Xiongjing is the ancient capital of Yan and Huang dynasties, the earliest tribe ruled by the Yellow Emperor in the Yan and Huang Emperors, built by the Xiong family, and is named Xiongcheng.

Later, Xia Qi was proclaimed emperor and changed the name of Xiong City to Xiong Jing, and since then this city has become the place where the central court of the Yanhuang Land is located, until today.

Although the original Xiongcheng is also majestic and majestic, but in ancient times and the Middle Ages, the manpower was simple and despicable, and the Dingkou was small, and the city did not need to be too big.

Because of this, Xiong Jingcheng is like an overlapping 'Hui' character, the city wall built 700 years ago is covered with the city wall built 1,500 years ago, and the city wall built 1,500 years ago is covered with the city wall built more than 3,000 years ago, and there are ten inner cities layer by layer.

Zhang Huansheng sat in the chariot and traveled through the heavenly streets, feeling that although there were many pedestrians around, his clothes seemed to be inferior to the merchants in Nanyang Mansion, and he couldn't help but be secretly disappointed.

But after half an hour, he found that a fang market seemed to never end, and the more he seemed to be rich, the more prosperous Xiong Jing was, in fact, far above Nanyang City.

I couldn't help but ask curiously: "Yang Jun, it's been in the city for so long, when will this official post arrive?" ”

"Xiongjing is divided into ten floors, and the official post is in the inner three cities," Yang Mo replied with a smile: "We are still circling in the outer four floors, you just have to wait with peace of mind." ”

Zhang Huansheng's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said in amazement: "Is this city so huge, it's really incredible!" ”

"If the ancient capital of Yanhuang doesn't even have this bit of grandeur, how can it dare to be called the best place in Dongzhou." Yang Mo smiled and said proudly, and then let out a long sigh, "But these are all the work of the ancestors."

Since the beginning of the Great Chu, the national strength at its peak expanded once, this Xiong Jing has not expanded a single cent for more than 700 years, and in recent years, it has suffered several sword rebellions, it is really embarrassing to think about.

Every time I think about it, I feel that my generation needs to be more self-reliant. ”

Seeing that Yang Mo would show a look of 'I should be three provinces of his body' from time to time, Zhang Huansheng secretly felt funny in his heart, but he nodded on the surface, and said casually: "What Yang Jun said is very true. ”

The two of them chatted casually, chatted, and went deep into the car layer by layer, and came to the official post gate of the three cities in Xiongjing.

The car drove directly through the door and stopped in the courtyard of the official post, and then Yang Mo got out of the car with Zhang Huansheng and took him to see the post official in person.

In the central court of Great Chu, there are cultivators in all the vassal states, and the news of the real urgency such as the battle report and the natural disasters can be transmitted through spells.

The role of the official post is only the change of local household registration, the filing of local officials' judgments, etc., which is huge, but not urgent for the routine transfer of documents, plus characters with official backgrounds, or for official business, or for personal travel to the state to rest, the role is not important, and even the grade of the official is very low, even the post official of Xiong Jing is only the future of the seventh grade.

Of course, the Beijing officials at the feet of the Son of Heaven have a different style and style from the local officials, but this Yang Mo is a six-rank military general in front of the emperor, who is closer to Tianyan than any official of the Siya, and holds a simple book in his hand.

I saw that in the elegant layout of the official post and the spacious front hall, facing the post official who was sitting at the bottom, nearly sixty years old, with a dyed black beard, a face like a full moon, and a red face, Yang Mo handed the red Jane to him and said: "Lord Duhe, this is approved by the royal pen himself, and the red Jane forwarded by the inner court can prove that it is the order of the Son of Heaven to find the gentleman of the Zhang family." ”

"Yes." The post officer looked very respectful and took the red slip with both hands, only looked at it slightly and handed it back to Yang Mo, "With this Chi Jane, the official can properly settle the gentleman of the Zhang family and rest here temporarily." ”

"Hmm." Yang Mo nodded slowly when he heard this, and then glanced at Zhang Huansheng, who was sitting in the lower seat not far away, looking at his nose and nose, his nose and his heart, and his face was expressionless, and he said after consideration: "Lord Duhe, although the identity of this gentleman of the Zhang family still needs to be inspected by Dali Temple, he has already realized the power of the destiny of Chunmangjun's 'wind resistance' among the people.

Nine out of ten can't be wrong, you need to be cautious. ”

Hearing this, Na Duhe's expression changed slightly, and when he looked at Zhang Huansheng again, his attitude was subtly different, and he nodded and said, "Thank you for the reminder, the lower official has written it down." ”

Yang Mo still has the emperor's order, and after returning to Beijing, he needs to return to his life according to the time limit, so he felt that the settlement was properly settled, and he immediately resigned and left the official post.

After he left, Du He placed Zhang Huansheng in a small building in a single courtyard in the official post with a smile on his face, although it was not the top treatment, but it was better than elegance and comfort, and no one could find fault with it.

Zhang Huansheng was confined to a carriage no more than three steps long and seven steps wide for more than 20 hours, and after settling down at the official post, he took a bath and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he saw that the room was already dark, he lit the lamp and pushed the window to see that a bright moon had hung on the branches of the laurel tree, and the small courtyard where he lived was shrouded in the bright light, the pavilion was quiet, and the waterhole was murmuring, which showed a lot of fun.

The scenery of such a good day is picturesque, seeing that Zhang Huansheng was born on a whim, he turned his mind to summon a fresh wind, supported his body, came out of the window, and fell fluttering at the water's edge.

In the living room downstairs, two teenage servants and maids who had been sent to Zhang Huansheng were sitting on wooden benches, staring blankly at the courtyard and chatting without a word.

Suddenly, I saw a black shadow slowly falling from the sky like a ghost, and I couldn't help but scream 'ah'.

Seeing their cheeks covered and frightened, Zhang Huansheng frowned, waved his hand to sweep away the voice with wind breath, and said: "You two don't panic, it's me, the gentleman of the Zhang family who lives in the official post today, not some kind of exorcist ghost." ”