Song Bo held a dog-legged knife in his hand and was sweating profusely. He sang loudly: "Ticket, ticket, ticket. In the end, it's ticket."

On December 10, 3rd year of Zhenguan, the southern Fujian Xiangrui entered Beijing as the day of offering. In fact, Song Bo and his party had already entered the heart of the world of Chang'an City yesterday. However, when he entered the city yesterday, the emperor and the ministers were in the morning court. There was no time to pay attention to these little people. So these little people moved into the inn, but Song Bo really couldn't delay his career. Less than a moment after he arrived at the inn, Song Bo took his Ada to buy a blacksmith shop. According to Song Bo's estimate, he could move in after receiving the reward today and started his iron work.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, Song Bo was called out by the postmaster of the inn. He said that there would be a morning court today. The emperor might summon him, so he had to wait for the summons in front of the palace at dawn. When Song Bo got up and washed up, he saw his partner, Lu Songlu County Magistrate.

"Mr. Lu, it's already." According to the principle of saying good things to others and not offend anyone, Song Bo's first thing he did when he saw this partner was to say hello.

"Yes." It is said that pretending to be a B is a must-learn skill for every official. Of course, after pretending, you still have to be kind to yourself. "Xiao Song (29 years old?), are you getting up so early and it's just for the contribution of the sacred bird?"

"Yes, such a coincidence. So are you? (Stephen Chow?)" In fact, Song Bo was thinking in his heart that he was indeed an old official in his thirties, and he pretended to be so professional.

"Ha, that's a coincidence." Lu Song said hello loudly and lay down in Song Bo's ear and whispered: "If there is really something to summon me later, don't talk. You will wake up after listening to me. I'm better off dealing with these old fried dough sticks. We will just follow the previous ones that you want money and I want an official. Don't talk too much at that time and ruin the good things of both of us. Do you understand?"

"Sir wise" Song Bo did not give it for nothing: "Don't worry, sir, after this ticket is finished, neither of you nor I know each other. If you go back to southern Fujian to plant rice, I will make a thunder in Chang'an. I may not see you again for a hundred years. If anyone is a bad thing, the whole family will die."

"Well, you are so clever." Lu Song ordered Song Bo in a pun, and began to find his own breakfast. Song Bo also took out two steamed buns and chewed them in his mouth. Because he had to wait at the gate of the palace, he might be there all day, so he had to eat, but he had too much food and no place to be convenient. So after the two of them ate casually, they found a carriage to head towards the palace.

If you want to say that the buildings of the Tang Dynasty are not built, they are magnificent and grand. If you have any shortcomings, you can only say that the colors are not very good. The buildings of the Tang Dynasty are mostly gray and white, and even the palace is not covered with yellow glazed tiles. It is not like the Forbidden City. You can tell at a glance that it is the place where the outbreakers live. What you can see here is not gold, silver, but magnificence, or that is culture. When most people mention the Tang Dynasty, the first thing they think of is the colorful clothes, the prostitutes who sing songs, and the poets who sing. In fact, what the Tang Dynasty really deserves to praise is the prosperous planned economy, the powerful military, and the grand buildings in front of Song Bo.

"Wow...What a beautiful building." Song Bo is a typical countryman who enters the city. There is not enough freshness.

Hearing Song Bo's loud praise, Lu Song seemed to be hiding from the plague. He covered his mouth and ran a few steps towards the side.

"Have you ever seen the pavilion, towers and city walls?" The general guarding the palace gate heard the young man at the door screaming loudly without grace, feeling very disdainful, and he cursed. Song Bo was already twenty-nine years old. It seemed that it was because of time travel, and it was very likely. He looked only in his teenage years. But Song Bo felt that he was already forty years (Isn't it a year since he lived on a deserted island?).

"I have never seen this momentum, this exquisiteness, the first time I saw it, there is no such good thing at home, look at this white wall, this horn" Song Bo was happy, and for the first time he looked at the royal building of the Tang Dynasty. To be honest, the only difference between it and the houses is that it is taller, bigger and stronger.

"Tell you, boy, you're looking around. Be careful to be a thief and arrest you." The goalkeeper kindly reminded this ignorant country boy.

"Look at what you said, do I look like a bad guy? Besides, is it as handsome as me?" Song Bo said, not idle in his hand and handed it to the general guarding the gate. If you ask where the cigarette came from, it's a coincidence. On the way to Chang'an, Song Bo saw a familiar plant, which was definitely not the earthy cigarette you thought, but the big hemp. Song Bo was not polite to see it, dried it and used a roll of thin paper, which looked the same as a cigarette.

The general looked at the other party taking out a little white stick and sending it to his arms, wondering: "What is this kid doing? Is it a white stick? Is it the emperor who gives money to the emperor and doesn't care about giving white sticks?" He was wondering. Song Bo understood what was going on, so he took out a flint to light a cigarette and sucked it on his own. This was much more refreshing than Zhonghua. He could even dizzy if he sucked too much. The goalkeeper also followed suit and put the cigarette on his mouth and lit it. He took a breath.

"Cough cough, cough" The general choked in one mouthful. His face turned red and his neck was thick, and his eyes were filled with tears.

If it weren't for seeing Song Bo smoking before, the general's subordinate would have stabbed Song Bo with the long spear in his hand. After a while, the general had finished coughing (actually he recovered).

"I said, what is this for you boy? You can't kill me?" The general blushed and gasped. Looking at Song Bo, it was obvious that if Song Bo didn't give a reasonable explanation, Song Bo would definitely go to the hospital today, if there was a hospital.

"You are sucking too quickly. You should put this cigarette in your mouth for a while, and then suck it into your stomach (lungs?). Then you can feel the feeling of sucking Wushi Powder. It is not harmful to your body like Wushi Powder. It makes people feel so ecstatic." Song Bo explained while taking another breath.

The general looked at Song Bo and took a sip of cigarettes. He also imitated Song Bo to take a sip. This time he was not so choking. And he felt a little light as if he was as light as a swallow.

"That's great, how many more do you have this thing?" Everyone was like this. They thought about it for a while.

"There are three more, this thing cannot be sucked regularly. Only one thing can be sucked for one hundred years. This thing is also medicine. And it is not suitable for children." Song Bo instructed the goalkeeper and took out three thin large smog from his hand and secretly stuffed it into the general's hand.

"You are a good person. Haha. By the way, do you have good luck today and want to contribute?" The general secretly asked Song Bo with no one around.

"Yes, I wonder if my brother has any suggestions?" Song Bo is also a big snake with a stick.

"Yes, I want me to say, forget it, go back. What's the use of waiting here? I can't see the emperor." The general said disapprovingly.

"Oh? How do you say this?" After all, Song Bo has not gone through politics, and has lived on the deserted island without people for a long time. His thoughts are a bit abnormal. Otherwise, he would not have thought of blackmailing the restaurant and working with the unrecognized county magistrate. These crazy things are basically not allowed to do. Perhaps Song Bo's current mental state is similar to Jack Sparrow's state in the third part of the Pirates of the Caribbean. He just didn't see the villain on his shoulders.

"Isn't this obvious! Although it is the bird you brought, don't forget what your identity is. You don't even have a household registration. Although you have lived overseas for half your life, in Chang'an City or the Tang Dynasty, what are you right? "

"Song Bo"

"Yes, in this Chang'an City, you Song Bo is an unknown official and may hurt anyone at any time. Do you understand? Just like that, can the emperor meet you? So from my intuition, my greatest luck is to get honor and reward. If I guess correctly, there will still be hundreds of coins of money." The general who called Cheng Chumo looked proud, just like a general who won a war.

"Oh, that's it. It's not right. If this happens, it's no big deal to see me. The emperor and I only see many ministers." Song Bo made different opinions. His eyes narrowed and his eyes were shining with gleam and stared at the man who claimed to be Cheng Chumo.

"Ah? You know?" Cheng Chumo stared at Song Bo with wide eyes.

"What do I know?" Song Bo was innocent.

"Oh, I thought you knew it. It's good if you don't know." Cheng Chumo seemed to have let go of his mind.

However, he underestimated Song Bo. Song Bo took advantage of Cheng Chumo's deep breathing and quickly took out the three "cigarettes" he had just given him from his arms (the big *ma is of course fragrant)

"Hey, hey, hey. You can't do this. I'll give it back to me, but you gave it to me." Cheng Chumo, a child-like person, was given to me.

"Tell me it's really like it. Tell me it's really like it. I'll give you more cigarettes." Song Bo showed a treacherous smile. At this time, Song Bo didn't look like a crazy businessman, but a black-bellied man.

"This, is this..." Cheng Chumo was very embarrassed. His two big copper bell eyes looked at the very young buddy opposite him with aggrieved grievance.

"Don't worry. I have some good things. Have you heard of the Dragon Skin?" Song Bo's eyes glowed and he threw out a very attractive name. A leather with very strong defense.

"Oh? Dragon Skin?" At this time, it was Cheng Chumo's turn to glow. "Yeah," Cheng Chumo nodded without falling. It looked like a three-year-old child seduced by a lollipop. He drooled.

"Then let's make a deal." Song Bo said the key words.
Chapter completed!