Such a prosperous Tang Dynasty would not waste Xue Bai's fighting spirit, it would only make him more inspired.

~~

On the street, the conversation between Wang Wei and his friends continued.

"By the way, why isn't Brother Chu here?"

"It wasn't because of He Jian's poem that Mojie knew something was going on in Chang'an?"

"What's the matter?"

"Wei Jian's case was repeated, and the prince divorced again... He Jian died of illness the year before last, but Ge Nu spread his poems everywhere and deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of the poem. It was a poem about joy in seeing the scenery of his hometown again. It was said that the prince was dissatisfied.

But who doesn’t know that Wei Jian’s case was at the beginning of the year, and He Jian’s poem was written the year before that, so the timing is wrong..."

"Be silent and don't mention state affairs in the street."

The drinker known as Yuan Er was a little drunk, but he said loudly: "Why don't you dare to mention it?! Haha, others are afraid of Ge Nu, but I am not!"

"Silence, silence...Wuchen, you take your luggage and go home, and I will have a small gathering with the gentlemen."

"Here."

Xue Bai stood up, crossed his arms again and said, "Thank you, sir."

"It's just a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning."

"Not only did Mr. Xie give me a ride, but also Mr. Xie's poems inspired me."

"Oh? Which poem?"

"Even if you die, you can still smell the fragrance of a hero's bones."

Wang Wei was startled when he heard this, and a look of sadness suddenly appeared in his unwavering eyes.

Even after death, I still smell the fragrance of my heroic bones, and even I have forgotten that I once had such a poetic style.

When he turned around again, he saw that the young man had left with the donkey cart.

…

The motorcade passed Daozhengfang.

Ahead I heard children singing again.

"The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

Xue Bai had heard it once in Xingningfang, and after considering the conversation he just heard, his view of the current situation became clearer.

Once this poem has a subjective feeling, it seems that the first two sentences can be understood as the image of the prince in the minds of the courtiers. As for the last two sentences, it seems to be complaining that the saint who was more powerful than Yao and Shun cut off his branches and leaves?

~~

"Hush!"

When we arrived at the east gate of the East City, the old man pulled the donkey cart and said with a smile: "You have to drive a sports car. Next time you go to the east of the city, please remember to take care of your business!"

"Okay." Xue Bai responded with a smile and said, "See you soon, fellow fellow."

"You are so kind, young man. Goodbye... eh, eh."

Xue Bai and Qing Lan saw off the donkey cart and walked into the east gate.

There is a bustling scene in front of you.

The long, wide and straight street has no end. You can only see neat shops, eaves, balconies, wine bars, and lanterns on both sides. The streets are full of people and there are a dazzling variety of goods.

"Let's go and buy shoes first."

Qing Lan quickly glanced at Xue Bai and said: "This way."

The two walked for a while and heard the sound of drum music getting louder. As they got closer, they saw a stage set up in front of them, with more than ten beautiful girls dancing on it. It was really beautiful.

Xue Bai looked around and saw no one taking orders and collecting money, so he couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"

Qinglan pulled him away and said: "The one who sells Silla's maids."

Xue Bai looked back again, thinking that all the beauties from all over the world were sent to Chang'an, no wonder he met so many of them recently.

Going further south, I didn't see the pawn shop yet, but instead turned into an alley selling food.

A burst of aroma hit my face.

Various steamed food shops are equipped with steamers, which raise cloud-like steam and spread the fragrance far away; the oil pans in the fried food shops are crackling, frying the mixed meatballs until they are golden; there are also various pastries; sprinkled with

Spiced roast lamb, grilled hump.

"Are you hungry?" Qing Lan now knew that Xue Bai ate a lot, so she said: "We still have ten dollars, so we are not in a hurry to buy shoes. Eat something first, and then buy something after we have pawned the fox fur... That's right

, did you know that the word 'buying things' comes from the East and West markets of Chang'an."

"I know."

"What do you want to eat?"

“How much does a bowl of water basin mutton cost?”

"Mutton noodle soup? It's exactly ten dollars. I'll buy it."

Xue Bai grabbed her and said, "Then what do you want to eat? Let's fill our stomachs first."

"Well, let me take a look." Qing Lan looked around, and finally pointed at a stall and said: "Horse hoof cake."

"Then let's eat this first, and then we'll have the mutton noodle soup after we pawn the money."

"good!"

Qinglan nodded vigorously and added: "When my wife made winter clothes for Wulang, she spent 20,000 yuan on just one fine fox skin. She also found the best craftsman in Chang'an, plus other materials.

At worst it’s worth thirty thousand dollars!”

Having said that, after the two of them paid for the horseshoe cakes and visited several pawn shops, they only pawned less than 5,000 yuan.

If all this amount were converted into copper coins, it would be nearly twenty kilograms. Fortunately, the pawn shop was very considerate in doing business. He asked Xue Bai to make a list of the things he wanted to buy, hired someone to make a trip, and asked each shop to deliver them all.

When the two of them left the pawn shop, they had both changed into jackets, robes, turbans on their heads, and soft-soled slippers. They each carried a small bag, which contained everything they needed, including daggers, medicine for wounds, and so on.

The remaining money was exchanged for a piece of silver and some copper coins that were easy to bring.

Qing Lan finally cheered up, pulled Xue Bai and said, "It's a lot easier to change into men's clothes. I'm not so scared anymore, otherwise I'd always be afraid of being recognized."

"Don't be afraid. If Dong Palace has such power in Chang'an, they won't bury us alive..."

The mutton noodle soup at Chongjia Store in Dongshi is said to be made from Weinan and is quite famous in Chang'an. That afternoon, the two of them ordered a bowl each and drank from the big bowl.

Qing Lan put down the bowl, looked at Xue Bai, with a bright smile on her face, and said, "Isn't it delicious?"

"Um."

"Where are we going now?"

Xue Bai didn't even think about it and said directly: "Ten Kings' House."
Chapter completed!