September 12, 2020 AD, Dragon Palace on the Sea.

A long queue is waiting to enter the Dragon Palace on the Sea.

A long bridge leads from the port to the Dragon Palace on the Sea. At the entrance of the long bridge, there are security personnel blocking the crowd.

On the coast and in the port, there were countless spectators, crowding the coast to the brim.

Suddenly, the door of the Dragon Palace on the Sea opened, and a vague mist came from nowhere, shrouding the Dragon Palace on the Sea.

"Hey...what's going on?"

"Look, look!"

The Sea Dragon Palace above the sea was covered by the mist and turned into a silhouette in the mist. However, in the mist, a majestic city was vaguely revealed.

The majestic city lay flat in the mist, shadowy and unclear. You could vaguely see palaces and pavilions, streets and markets, carriages and horses passing through, and lights and colorful lights on the trees.

"Hey? It's started, it's started!"

“It actually has such special effects!”

"Damn it, this effect is so cool, how did you do it?"

Suddenly, the gate of the Dragon Palace on the Sea opened, and a group of soldiers holding halberds and wearing armor rushed out and stood on both sides of the gate.

Then several carriages ran out of the city gate and stopped in front of the gate.

The horses pulling the cart are all white, without even a trace of color, and the horses are extraordinary.

Then the security personnel who stopped him on the pier stepped aside and got out of the way.

Cui Renxing, Pengpa Lijin and others, who had been waiting here for a long time, were guided onto the carriage and drove towards the city gate.

Then, the others followed the carriage and walked towards the city gate.

They had just walked through the city gate, and halfway through, their figures were already blurred by the fog.

In front of me, it seems that it is no longer the Dragon Palace on the sea, but a real city gate.

In 121 BC, on the 25th day of the seventh lunar month, in Chang'an City, soldiers with puffed-up chests and protruding bellies filled the long streets on both sides and lined up outside the city gate.

On both sides, the people of Chang'an City swarmed out, stretching their necks and looking into the distance.

"Coming? Coming! Coming!"

"Where did it come from! It's still early!"

"You blind man, what's wrong with your eyes! My neck is tired from stretching!"

Everyone craned their necks to look over, and after being deceived, they complained dissatisfiedly.

But after a while, he stretched his neck again and looked into the distance.

Others whispered: "The wedding of Marquis Cong Piao has such a great momentum. Sure enough, Wei Huo is deeply favored! Even his generals can be so favored..."

"Shh, you're so desperate for your life, you're talking nonsense here!"

"Our general earns his military merits. If you have such ability, you will also make great achievements!"

"Bah, if you can exchange my big man for a Xianbei princess, you can also be so powerful!"

There are jealous people in any era. Jiang Wei is just Jiang Wei after all. Even now, there are many people who dare to gossip about him.

At this moment, someone shouted again: "It's coming! It's really coming!"

“This time it’s really here!”

More than ten carriages came slowly from a distance.

On the carriage, Cui Renxing and his daughter were sitting on the first carriage, looking around with wide eyes.

Before he came to attend this wedding, he thought about various possibilities, but he never thought that this wedding would be like this.

As the head of South Korea's Daegong Group, Choi In-hung is one of the richest people in the world. Although he is not as rich as those emerging companies favored by capital in the United States, in terms of foundation and power, he controls almost half of South Korea's Daegong Group. Perhaps it is those emerging companies.

What the wealthy people cannot understand.

And for a person like him, it's hard to describe him as someone who has seen so much.

However, he has not seen such a scene for many years.

He sat on the carriage, looking at the armor on the charioteer in front of him, touching the cloth pads underneath him, and looking at the sleek and smooth horses, which were completely different from modern horse breeds. He felt an inexplicable feeling.

A sense of dissonance.

And the inexplicable truth.

There are no traces of modern industrialization at all, just like everything is made by hand.

Some places are inexplicably shabby.

But some places are inexplicably luxurious.

For example, on the charioteer's armor, each scale is carved with different patterns.

The carpet on the ground of the carriage actually had exquisite hand-embroidery.

Even the appearance and demeanor of the charioteer were inexplicably different, not like a modern person.

South Korea is actually a country that particularly "respects" history.

They are particularly obsessed with their traditions.

To this day, Gyeongbokgung Palace still holds a traditional changing of the guard ceremony every day.

But compared with all that is happening now, the changing of the guard ceremony at Gyeongbokgung Palace, which South Korea is proud of, is like child's play.

"To be so sophisticated..." Cui Renxing and his daughter looked at each other.

Being sophisticated means spending money, which is luxury in the true sense of the word.

It costs more than piling up gold, silver, pearls and jade.

Moreover, there is no shortage of space for stacking.

Looking at the gold and jade inlaid on the carriage, Cui Renxing's daughter reached out and touched it. The fine mutton-fat jade felt very warm to the touch.

Of course Cui Renxing didn't know that the carriage he was riding in was originally part of the royal guard of honor.

The reason why I made an exception to receive him was because he gave me so much money.

In front of his eyes, smoke filled the air, blocking his vision. Cui Renxing looked back and found that the coastline had disappeared.

There was a mist in front of him and behind him.

There was only one carriage left, carrying them across the long bridge and traveling through time and space.

The sound of horse's hoofbeats is neat and cheerful. Even these horses have been trained!

Suddenly, there was music coming from both sides.

Cui Renxing looked to his side and saw horses dozens of meters tall approaching from both sides.

On top of the horses, someone holding a horn, pan flute, bamboo flute, horizontal flute, zhongming, long flute, Qiang flute, military drum and other musical instruments came closer, playing and playing.

Although they are all ancient instruments and have different formats from modern instruments, the biggest feature of wind music is that it has a loud sound, a distinct and solemn rhythm, and has a feeling of a march.

The horses under their crotches walked in unison to the beat. Although they were playing on horseback, there was no chaos at all.

Riding and blowing!

Ancient marching ceremony guard from the Han Dynasty!

At this moment, Cui Renxing looked down and felt that the solemn dress he was wearing seemed a little informal, a little exaggerated and superficial.

Should I come here wearing a traditional Korean dress?

Behind Cui Renxing, Pengpa Lijin's eyes bulged out.

He grasped the grab handle of the carriage tightly with both hands and looked around, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Why is this feeling so realistic? Could it be that I have really traveled through time and space?

Ahead, the city gate was approaching, and the number of people watching on both sides gradually increased.

The onlookers looked at the people on the carriage in front of them, and they were also curious.

"Hey, who is this? Why is his hair golden!"

"Is it Persian?"

"Xianbei people don't look like this..."
Chapter completed!