The quaint blue-gray city wall seems to tell the vicissitudes of time, the crimson city gate nailed with copper nails is open, and the wall above the city gate is engraved with the two big characters of Chang'an. www.biquge.info Two teams of Praetorian Guards armed with spears lined up on both sides of the city gate, and the atmosphere was solemn.

A middle-aged official stood between the two teams of Praetorian Guards, with a faint smile on his face and a distant gaze.

There is a gallop road in front of the city gate, counting the four fields are empty, a team of Fuso warriors, riding on horses, slowly walking from a distance along the gallop road, most of them look arrogant, only one or two are relatively peaceful.

The horse team of the Fuso warriors walked to the city gate, and the middle-aged official greeted them and said, "I am Zhou Yan, the attendant of the Tang Rite Department, and I am here to welcome the Fusang envoy." ”

A medium-sized warrior at the front of the horse team raised his chin on his horse and said in stiff Chinese, "Okay, we know, get out of the way." ”

The smile on Zhou Yan's face remained unchanged, his brows furrowed slightly, and his voice remained unchanged

"Chang'an City is an important place in Beijing, please dismount first and then enter the city. ”

The samurai at the head narrowed his eyes, and his whole body suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum, and at this moment, the two rows of Praetorian Guards felt a strong coercion, and pushed people back, and the soldiers clenched the spears in their hands, and the tail of the spear was dead on the ground.

Zhou Yan bore the brunt of the attack, his face turned blue, and his feet sank into the ground slightly.

Dusty.

The coercion continued, Zhou Yan clenched his fists, and was about to make a move, when suddenly a voice came from the side, calm and mellow, unlike the previous warrior, this time the speaker spoke fluent Chinese.

"The Tang Praetorian Guard is really good, under the full pressure of the enemy whose strength is several times that of himself, he can actually do it without retreating, admire, admire, Yanagi Ichiro, you still don't retreat. ”

As soon as the words fell, the samurai named Yagyu Ichiro at the head lowered his head and instantly put away his coercion.

Zhou Yan followed the voice and looked at it, and a man who looked like a noble son slowly drove his horse out of the horse team.

This noble son is also of medium stature, holding a folding fan in his hand, dressed in plain tulle and black, looking like a person from the Central Plains, with a handsome face and soft facial features, but there is a black line at the corner of the eye on both sides, and the color is faint, extending to both sides, just like a play on the stage, adding some weirdness out of thin air.

Zhou Yan exhaled a breath of turbidity, regained his calm complexion, stepped forward and clasped his fists with his hands to the noble prince and said:

"This must be the son-in-law of the Fuso Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Yuichi, who served as the envoy this time, you are polite, where is the duty of the Praetorian Guard, how can you retreat, it is the rule of Chang'an City to enter the city and dismount, I hope you understand. ”

"No problem, dismount. Miyamoto Yuichi put away the folding fan in his hand, smiled and nodded, there was a hint of charm in his smile, and the last two words were said to the samurai behind him.

The Fuso warriors dismounted one after another, without a single hesitation or pause.

Zhou Yan let go of the side, Miyamoto Yu smiled at Zhou Yan friendly, and led the twelve warriors of Fuso through the honor guard of the Praetorian Guard and walked through the gate of Chang'an.

After all the warriors of Fusang entered the city, Zhou Yan's body shook, and a stream of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Zhou Yan quietly wiped away the blood and followed with the Praetorian Guard.

After entering the city, Miyamoto Yuichi seemed to show a strong interest in everything, shaking the folding fan in his hand, looking left and right, Zhou Yan wanted to step forward several times to speak and lead the way, but he shook the fan and interrupted it.

Twelve samurai surrounded Miyamoto Yuichi and marched in a similar manner through Chang'an City, finally stopping in front of an inn not far from the palace.

The inn is a two-storey building, the layout is elegant, it seems to be quite spacious, there is a strange flagpole standing in front of the door, and there is a wine banner hanging on it, with five big characters written on it, and six wind inns.

Facing the door of the inn, on the opposite side of the bluestone street, there was a large courtyard, surrounded by a wall, and there was nothing to see on the other side of the wall.

"Well, the scenery here is good, and the name is interesting, six winds, hehe. Miyamoto Yu opened the folding fan, shook it gently, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, moving with black lines, and it seemed that he admired this inn very much.

At this time, Zhou Yan also walked in front of Miyamoto Yuichi, "Miyamoto Gongzi seems to be very interested in this inn, this inn is opened by an old man surnamed Feng, so it is called Six Fans." ”

Miyamoto Yuichi turned his face slightly, and his face was full of unpredictable smiles, "You have specially prepared a place for me to live, right? I want to live here willfully, is it okay?"

Zhou Yan's face was already as usual at this time, and he didn't look like he had been injured internally, "Of course you can, Miyamoto Childe can choose where to live at will, and there is no problem if you don't live in the place we arranged, I will arrange for the Praetorian Guards to protect Childe's safety near here." ”

The corners of Miyamoto Yuichi's mouth curled up in satisfaction, and he was about to walk into this inn called Six Winds, when his face suddenly changed, and he turned to look at the big courtyard.

The flirtatious smile on his face had long since been gone, and the black lines at the corners of his eyes suddenly rose upward, and his gaze was as sharp as a knife.

The cold breath just began to spread, and it disappeared in an instant, Miyamoto Yu looked at the courtyard for a while, and then turned around and walked into the inn like a nobody.

Zhou Yan looked at Miyamoto Yuichi's back in surprise, as a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, he should not have shown such obvious emotions in the face of foreigners.

But he still couldn't suppress the surprise in his eyes, or rather,

Frightened.

If the samurai named Yanagi Ichiro before erupted like a storm, then the young man in front of him, in the short moment just now, gave Zhou Yan the feeling of an abyss, deep and cold, and unfathomable.

What kind of person is it, why does he have such a high level of cultivation, and why was he so nervous just now?

Zhou Yan stood in a daze for a while, suddenly thought of something, summoned a soldier to explain, and then found a horse, turned over on the horse, and hurried towards the direction of the palace.

Miyamoto Yuichi was in the room, leaning against the window, and watched Zhou Yan go away thoughtfully.

Ichiro Yanagi stood aside.

"Young master, just let him go? He knows the strength of the young master. ”

Miyamoto Yu sneered, "What, Yanagi-kun, then you still want to kill him?" I know, just let him know, it's not in the way." ”

"Did the young master find out about something just now?" Ichiro Yanagi lowered his head, and his voice was respectful.

Miyamoto Yu leaned lazily against the window, staring at the high wall of the opposite courtyard, and the folding fan turned gently in his hand, "yes, what did you find? ”

As soon as Miyamoto finished speaking, he squinted and smiled.

The wind is blowing.

A fallen leaf on the side of the bluestone road was swept up by the strong wind, flipped in the air, and finally climbed over the high wall and slowly landed in the courtyard.

Clean clear ash brick walls, enclosed by a large yard.

In the large empty courtyard, a row of camphor trees and sycamores are planted against the wall, not dense or sparse, and the green leaves are gently swaying, occasionally dropping a few pieces.

In the middle of the courtyard is a large pool, into which fallen leaves slowly fall, and the surface of the water calmly reflects the sun in the sky, and the depth of the pool cannot be seen.

A man in white, carrying an ancient long sword on his back, stood quietly on the edge of the pool, inhaling deeply, slowly exhaling, exhaling and inhaling, without the slightest feeling of condensation, it was natural, it felt like breathing together with the wind gently blowing the leaves.

The eyes of the man in white were closed, and there were not too many traces of time on his white and immature face, and he was clearly a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, but his calm complexion gave people a deep feeling.