Lu Ting II was a human being. He understood the thoughts of Changsun Chong and others, and spoke humorously and witty. He quickly got along with the four members of the Da Changjin Rangers Team.

After chatting for less than half an hour, the two Rangers were ready. Changsun Chong saw that it was snowing and there was a tendency to get heavier and he pulled Lu Ting back to the post station and asked the postmaster to re-place the food and drink. The five of them were talking about chivalrous things while drinking big bowls of wine and eating meat. Lu Ting talked about some strange stories that Changsun Chong had never heard of, and Changsun Chong talked about some secret history of Chang'an. The atmosphere became more and more harmonious. After drinking, they hugged their shoulders and drank together.

Lu Ting didn't know how much he drank, so in order to "suppress" them, he had to drink until the bowl was dry, and he felt a little drunk after drinking, as if he was confused and someone was helping him to lie down on a bed.

The next day, Lu Ting slept until midnight before getting up. When he got up, he felt his head heavy and his throat was dry and his throat hurt a little.

"Young Master, you finally woke up. I have made sober soup for someone to make sober soup and bring it to you right away." Fu Zhi was serving him all the time. Seeing Lu Ting's movements, he said, turned around and went to get sober soup.

Lu Ting sat up a little hard and looked at it. The windows were bright and clean, the big bed and brocade quilt, and there were tables, chairs, coffee tables, books and other household items in the room. It was winter, but the room was as warm as spring. Looking carefully, I saw that there were charcoal stoves in all four corners of the room, which was really luxurious.

Judging from the decoration, this is a top-notch house at the inn. At least officials of fifth grade or above are qualified to use it. It is considered to be a benefit from Changsun’s glory.

I remembered that I had drunk a lot last night, so Changsun Chong made a room for himself. If it weren't for him, he would have been cold and sleeping in the wild with heavy snow. Maybe he woke up a few times in the middle of the night, so he would not be as comfortable as here. He slept until dawn.

Fuzhi quickly came back with the sober soup. Lu Ting pinched his nose and finished drinking it. It was really true that he became much more energetic after drinking it.

"Fuzhi, Young Master Changsun and others get up?" Lu Ting asked while dressing.

I had a good chat last night, so I should keep it tight. As long as I can get along well with the Da Changjin Rangers Team, I will no longer be silent in Chang'an, which will also help me better and integrate into the upper class in Chang'an faster.

Fu Zhi said in a shocking way: "Young Master, Young Master Changsun left the post station early this morning."

"No way, early in the morning?"

"Yes, Mr. Changsun said that there was riding and shooting exercises in the afternoon and could not be delayed. He set off just as dawn. By the way, Mr. Changsun, Mr. Cheng, Mr. Hou and Mr. Du all invited Mr. Du to visit their mansion. This was the token left by Mr. Changsun for the young master, and said that he would take this jade pendant to find him."

Lu Ting took the jade pendant and saw that a fish-shaped jade pendant was of high-quality mutton fat jade. His sword skills were superb. He showed the charm of fish jumping on the dragon gate in just a few slashes. It should be made by a famous craftsman and worth more than 30 stakes.

He is worthy of being a wealthy young man, and his hair is even thicker than that of ordinary people.

I thought I had to drink a few more times to leave an impression, but I didn’t expect that I would only drink once and even leave the tokens for myself, which means that Changsun Chong regarded himself as a friend.

Changsun Chong was a good person in history. He was born with a noble background but had a kind character. Later generations compared him to Wang Xianzhi. This evaluation was very high. Wang Xianzhi was born with a good birth and had no ambitions. He was a son of a noble family with both talent, appearance and character. When Emperor Xiaowu of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Sima Yao chose the son-in-law for his daughter Princess Jinling, Xie Hun, he found him according to Wang Xianzhi's standards.

Giving birth should be like Sun Zhongmou, and marrying a daughter should be like Wang Xianzhi. This is the voice of being a parent in ancient times.

"By the way, young master, that young master Hou said that when he arrived in Chang'an, he must go to the Hou Mansion to play with him. He would instruct the disciples that he could enter as long as he reported his name, and he also said that he would hold a banquet to enter. "Fuzhi said excitedly.

Hou Junji, the owner of Hou Mansion, was a general of chariots and cavalry, Quanjiao County, a famous general in the world. I don’t know how many people wanted to see General Hou but had no way to throw stones. Before the young master entered Chang'an City, the gate of Hou Mansion was opened to the young master. Even if he was lucky, he was excited.

Lu Ting waved his hand and said, "This foodie, let it go."

I just drank a little too enthusiastic after drinking. Needless to say, the little fat man Hou Mingyuan is a foodie. If he went to Hou's mansion, he would most likely ask him to "catch the strong man" and be a Ranger's Rooster for him.

Fu Zhi covered his mouth and smiled, and soon said strangely: "Young Master, we have a lot of seasoning left, just to make ten rich chickens... No, it's okay to be a Ranger's chicken, but is it troublesome to make only two of them?"

Those are rich young men, and many people are too late to curry favor with each other. Not to mention a chicken, even if they have a look, even their own sisters are willing to give it to each other. Their sons are good, but they are still trying to catch them. Fuzhi is worried for their young men.

"It's not a problem," Lu Ting said wisely: "It's the best not to get it. They have eaten enough at one time, and they may not want to eat it next time. Make less. They tasted it and didn't eat it well, so they must remember it in their hearts."

So that's how it was. Fuzhi suddenly realized it and quickly said with some regret: "Young Master, if you get up early and go back with your eldest son Changsun and others, it will be much more convenient to enter Chang'an in this way."

Lu Ting did not say anything about his agreement with Wang Gui, including Fuzhi, who always thought that his son was traveling to Chang'an to study.

"No hurry. We have a place and it is convenient to go anywhere. But I didn't expect that they are so self-disciplined." Lu Ting said unexpectedly.

Changsun drank less than himself, but in order to practice riding and shooting in the afternoon, they overcame last night's hangover in such cold weather, got up early in the morning and rushed back dozens of miles away, playing and learning. This self-discipline moved Lu Ting.

After a simple washing up, the two of them had breakfast at the inn. When checking out, they found that Changsun had bought them for him. Even the carriage placed in the woods also allowed someone to help him pull him to the inn.

He is not very old and is so careful in his work, he is truly a child trained by a wealthy family.

Lu Ting sighed and took Fuhe, and soon left Qingshi Post and continued to head towards Chang'an.

The snow stopped, the sun was high, and the warm sun in winter shone on his body, which was very comfortable. Seeing that the weather was good, Lu Ting was not sitting in the carriage, and sat in front with Fuzhi, while catching up, he watched the scenery along the way.

It snowed heavily last night, and the snow on the road was two inches thick. Fortunately, it was close to Chang'an and Kyoto of the Tang Empire. Even in winter, there were endless carriages coming and going. Just follow the ruts left by the carriage in front of you. Sitting in the carriage and listening to the creaking sound of the wheels crushing the snow, the feeling was very wonderful.

"Young Master, I heard that Chang'an City is big, is it bigger than Suzhou City?" Fu Zhi asked curiously.

"Da, Chang'an is the largest and most prosperous city in the Tang Dynasty, and is naturally larger than Suzhou."

"Young Master, I heard from those guests that you have to be careful when doing anything in Chang'an. Many officials' spies will be arrested in prison if they are accidentally arrested and are also very cautious. They have to go home as soon as they are dark and they cannot go out. Otherwise, it will be light to arrest and beat them up. By the way, I heard that a fifth-rank official came to Beijing to report his duties. After drinking a few more drinks, he was caught by Wu Hou and beaten up his front teeth. Now the official cannot be made. Who is Wu Hou? Is he a big official?"

"There are many Wuhou shops in Chang'an. These Wuhou shops are equivalent to the arresting houses in Suzhou. Wuhou is not an official, but a type of yamen runner. When an official was beaten, he violated the law. The fifth-rank official was a big man in a small place. He walked around the grounds of the royal family and the royal relatives were as numerous as dogs. Chang'an was not at all."

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Fuzhi was very curious about Chang'an and had many questions. Lu Ting was in a good mood and patiently answered it with him.

Chang'an is the Kyoto of the Tang Empire. The Tang Dynasty has many economic, cultural and political centers, and there are many rules. It is necessary to let Fu understand at most, so as not to violate the laws and regulations.

"Young Master, there are imperial guards in Chang'an, Jingzhao Mansion, and there are so many people guarding Wuhou. Is no one dare to break the laws? Do the common people live and work in peace and contentment as the storyteller said, and do not pick up the leftovers on the road and do not close their doors at night?" Fuzhi said with a yearning look on his face.

Lu Ting said with some embarrassment: "It's theoretically."

While the two were talking, a sudden sound of horse hooves came from behind, and then someone heard a loud roar: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, all get out of the way."

"If you don't want to die, just get out of the way."

"Damn the damn farm slave, didn't you hear me asking you to give way? Get out."

Then there was a panic sound, the screams of horses and the cry of people, which seemed very messy. Lu Ting turned his head and looked back. He saw a few Haonu in freshly dressed horses riding on the horse, holding the reins with one hand and waving the whip with the other, roaring loudly to clear the road. Those who did not listen to advice or walked slowly, whipping them away without saying a word. Not only were the horses beaten, but even people were no exception.

Lu Ting saw with his own eyes that an old horse was dragged by a carriage. Because the movement was slower, a fat-faced Haonu rushed up on a horse and kicked the carriage to the side of the road with one kick. The old man driving also fell to the ground. The frightened horse dragged the overturned carriage in the snow. The dent of the fallen carriage and the long drag marks left when the horse trailed the carriage, which were connected together like a huge exclamation mark.
Chapter completed!