The crisp sound of the car running over the bluestone road, the farmers who are ready to go down to the fields along the way, all hold their heads high, even if they hold a hoe in their hands, they also show a light and light appearance, the Tang people are the most arrogant life, and the Chang'an people are the most unruly Tang people.

I don't know how many times a customs clearance document has been submitted, and the car team engraved with the mark of Huben Military Town finally set foot on the official road to Chang'an.

Dozens of horse-drawn carriages run alongside the wide, still uncrowded straight road, along which are the freshly erected tarpaulins.

Waiting for the last checkpoint review, the convoy on the official road kept people entering the market to look at the stalls, the carriage passed through the rows, there were scholars dressed in cyan gowns, there were rough men with bare chests carrying weapons, and the carriages with luxurious exterior decorations heard the sound of warblers and swallows from time to time, rough and gentle coexist.

The sergeant guarding the gate found the tiger mark on the door, waved his hand and let him go, and did not even walk away to visit a few times.

However, the golden iron pillar attracted the attention of several sergeants, and they stroked it twice in praise, and when they saw that this fool was extremely humane, he rolled his eyes, laughed and cursed and urged the convoy to move on.

...

Yun Zhao poked his head out of the car window and carefully observed everything in Chang'an, a young man who was accustomed to Chengping's life, he had never seen the road that stretched like a spider's web, the flat and wide stone road ran through the north and south, and the street was bustling with pedestrians.

In early autumn, the women on the street have not yet put on heavy clothes, and the current Gangnam Province atmosphere in Kyoto can be seen everywhere. The girl wore a skirt with a half-exposed breast, a snow-white back exposed, and a goose yellow cotton yarn on her wrist.

But I didn't see the gentleness and coquettishness of the 28 women in Jiangnan, who did not lean on the oil-paper umbrella and walked idly, but stayed in front of the rouge shop with her eyes wide open, chirping like a little yellow finch, with a crisp voice and a frolic.

Behind the stalls of sugar people and sugar gourds set up on the side of the road, the gorgeous buildings are neatly arranged, and there are constantly melodious bamboo instruments playing music coming out, and the red sleeves on the platform are displayed, and a silver bell laughter is mixed with a few heroic words, and luxury and romance complement each other.

Even Yun Zhao's powerful spiritual intent couldn't make the wheels stop, and the convoy didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and drove straight to the city.

As time passed, the sun began to fall, and the pedestrians on the pavement became scarce, and even the storefronts were mostly closed.

"Squeak"

The carriage stopped, and the teenagers eagerly opened the door.

The street was extremely clean, and a touch of the setting sun was slowly setting, and the dim yellow light was gradually eating away at the luster of the bluestone road, but soon the light was spilling on a stone monument on the corner of the street.

The stele is very ordinary, ordinary like a random pick on the side of the road, but it attracts the attention of the young man.

Rest with the country, the stele is engraved with four big characters.

There is only one street in the whole Chang'an that has such a stone monument, Zhaohua Avenue, and the street section behind the stone monument belongs to the twelve colleges.

...

"Before the first exam, you arranged to stay in an inn on the edge of the royal courtyard, prepare for the exam carefully, and never wander the streets for fun. Zhao Yanmo patted the door of the carriage, and after saying these few words, he turned over and entered the carriage and beckoned the coachman to drive away in the carriage.

A group of young men who came out of the military town, after saluting the coach captain in the distance, looked at the few closed quaint courtyard doors beside the road, and their eyes were full of anticipation and longing.

A door opened from the inside at the corner of the street, and several women dressed as maidservants came over, dressed up, saluted the boys, and signaled to follow them into the inn to rest.

Probably approaching the day of the first exam, after entering the inn, there were already a lot of students sitting in the lobby, talking about the interesting things in the market, Qianqin raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and after asking a few maidservants, he walked directly to the stairs to the guest room on the second floor.

Ben Tan was looking for Yun Zhao and the others who were looking for empty seats, looked at each other, and reluctantly followed the former to the second floor.

......

Early in the morning of the second day, Yun Zhao, who was yawning, was forcibly pulled out of the inn, and last night he was full of thoughts about his future life, and he barely fell asleep until dawn, who knew that he was caught out early in the morning...

Looking at Qianqin with a resentful face, the latter was unmoved, and when several teenagers chatted in the house last night, they decided to find a courtyard as a foothold today, and the inn is not a place to live for a long time after all. Of course, the main reason is that Qianqin is noisy.

When he was about to find a small guy to inquire about the way, Qianqin took Yun Zhao directly into the alley along the street.

Different from the magnificent and prosperous ones seen yesterday, the quiet lanes give people another feeling, and Yun Zhao, who is accustomed to life in the border area, feels more cordial. I don't know how Qianqin can distinguish the complicated and narrow streets and alleys, and he shuttles through them quickly.

When Yun Zhao, who couldn't tell the difference between before and after, was about to faint, the two finally stopped.

A shop, the door plate is engraved with Deji Fang, this is not the rouge shop that opened to Chengping before, and when he was about to ask a question, Qianqin led him into the adjacent façade of another shop.

The moment he stepped into the store, Qianqin seemed to have changed his temperament, as if he had recovered his lost origin, strode into the store, smashed his sword on the table with his hand, leaned back on the chair, and did not speak.

Originally, there were many customers in gorgeous clothes standing in the store, and they looked at the young man on the chair for a moment with half-squinted eyes, and the next moment the store was empty, and the door was full of birds. Yun Zhao, who was standing stupidly on the side, was stunned, and before he could recover from the panicked appearance of the guests, the shopkeeper was full of smiling faces and offered a pot of fragrant tea that had been treasured for many years.

"Young Master Qian, what do you command?"

"The best house, immediately able to live. ”

...

The shopkeeper forced all the way to the front of the house before leaving, Yun Zhao wondered why no one had asked for money all the time, and he didn't know exactly how much silver the spacious courtyard in front of him was worth.

Qianqin walked around, quite satisfied, pointed to a room on the left to indicate that he lived there, then opened the door and walked in, leaving Yun Zhao standing alone in the courtyard in a daze...

This Sanjin courtyard located at the end of Kunyan Alley, the courtyard is full of flowers and plants and drenched with dew, obviously someone has been arranging to take care of it, Yun Zhao touched the embroidered gold lines on the courtyard pillars, as well as the neatly placed gold and jade ornaments in the house, and frowned, realizing that the price of this courtyard is not simple.

......

At the door of one of the most luxurious restaurants in Chang'an, a slender figure in a black robe walked out, revealing only a pair of hands sticking out of his sleeves, as white as warm jade.

On the second floor of the inn where Yun Zhao and the others lived before, a guest room opened, and a man carrying an ancient long sword walked out, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and tightly closed lips like carved out of a knife.

In a dilapidated courtyard in the south of the city, a young girl is squatting on the ground to cook a pot of fish fillet porridge, sweat beads slowly trickle down from her sideburns, but the girl stares intently at the iron pot resting on the fire, fresh fish fillets accompanied by crispy rice grains, and the rich umami smell permeates the entire courtyard.

The constantly stirring throat, the water stains that can't be wiped clean at the corners of the mouth, and the charcoal ash face, a "well" word wrinkled between the eyebrows, obviously questioned the heat of the lady next door who said that the porridge was boiled.

puffed out his cheeks, supported his chin with his hands, and pursed his lips aggrievedly.

"Oops, it's annoying... Why hasn't it been cooked yet?"

...

Huang Fu Xuan stepped into a shop on the street, and the shopkeeper served the same fragrant tea as before.

Yu Wentai lay on the chaise longue covered with agate, calling out comfortably.

Nanbei sat cross-legged on his desk holding a canon, and Muyu stood on his shoulder trying to grab his tail.

Yun Zhao bit the pen in distress and kept looking at the 'Heaven and Earth Source Qi Enlightenment'.

Qianqin beckoned a few guys to hang a plaque on the main gate of the courtyard, and he had no choice but to compromise on the name of the courtyard under Yun Zhao's strong request.

The plaque is impressively engraved with the three big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing,

Quadrangle.