Chang'an City is eighteen miles long from east to west and fifteen miles wide from north to south. It has 16 miles (squares) and two cities. It has a population of one million. It is seven times larger than Constantinople, the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, and larger than the city of Rome. six times. In Chang'an City, Li Zhiyun's hotels have expanded to fifteen, and three banks have also been opened. On this day, he took Zhang Zheng and Cai Hu to attend the opening ceremony of another bank.
The three of them walked on the street and saw cars and horses and pedestrians. A few feet ahead, two pedestrians were about to cross the road, and a horse-drawn carriage just came speeding towards them. The carriage was moving very fast. The pedestrian in front only lowered his head and walked without seeing the carriage. He was about to hit the carriage. Li Zhiyun couldn't help but screamed: "Attention!..."
The carriage rushed past quickly, and the pedestrian also fell to the ground. When the coachman saw that he had hit someone, he quickly stopped his horse with a "Oh!", jumped out of the car and ran over. Li Zhiyun also ran forward. The man who was hit was helped up by the coachman and his companions. He was in his twenties, short and stocky. Li Zhiyun asked with concern: "How is it? It wasn't damaged, was it?" The driver and his companions also asked him with concern whether he was injured. He waved his hands repeatedly and said it was fine. The coachman breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his limbs were moving normally, maybe just a scratch.
The companion of the man who was hit looked to be in his thirties, wearing a green cloth robe and a green turban on his head. He helped his companion to dust off the robe, then bent down to pick up the fallen baggage and patted it several times. Li Zhiyun was a warm-hearted and caring person: "Would you like to ask a doctor to treat you? There is a medicine shop in front of you, and there is a doctor sitting in the hall. How about I take you there?" The man in the green turban quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, he is fine. Yes." After saying that, he pulled his friend who was hit and walked away.
When the coachman saw the two men walking away, he returned to the carriage, shook the reins, and drove the carriage away. Li Zhiyun also led two followers and continued walking forward...
After the two pedestrians walked more than ten steps, the green turban looked back and saw that no one was paying attention to them, and then felt relieved. He lowered his voice and said in a lecturing tone: "Why are you so restless? You don't even look at the road when you walk." The short man grinned: "I didn't expect there were so many carriages and people in Chang'an, it made my eyes dazzled. Yes." The green scarf warned: "We are not familiar with the place here, so we must be careful everywhere and must not be careless."
"Yes, General."
Upon hearing this, the green turban looked around cautiously, and then glared: "How many times have I told you, why can't you change your words? Do you want us both to lose our heads?" When the short man heard this, , shrank his neck, and said again: "Yes, sir."
The two walked for a while, and saw many shops on both sides of the street. On the door of one store, there was a plaque with gold characters on a black background, which read: King Chu Inn. The green turban looked around and said, "Let's live here."
The two of them walked into the inn, and were immediately greeted by a waiter with a wide smile: "You two gentlemen, would you like to stay at the hotel?"
"Are there any good guest rooms?"
"Yes, yes, don't worry, we have all good guest rooms. Do you two want a single room or a double room?"
The green turban thought for a moment and said, "Let's have a double room. It's fun to live together."
"Okay, please come upstairs." The waiter shouted, led them to the second floor, and opened the door of a guest room. The green turban walked in and took a look. The room was quite spacious. In addition to two beds, there were desks, chairs and cabinets. The walls were painted with white powder and the floor was covered with wooden boards. It was bright and tidy. He nodded with satisfaction.
The waiter said with a smile on his face: "You two have a rest first. If you need anything, call me. The restaurant is downstairs. Just turn right when you go downstairs." The short man asked in confusion: "A restaurant? What is a restaurant?"
"It's just a place to eat."
After the man left, the green turban walked to his bed, unpacked the baggage he carried with him, and began to pack his clothes. The short man lay down comfortably on the bed, beat his legs and muttered: "Damn, I'm so tired today...
In the evening, two guests came downstairs to the restaurant. The restaurant is very large, with more than a dozen tables, and there are already seven or eight tables of guests. The two of them chose a table and sat down, ordered stir-fried vegetables and hot steamed buns, and started eating.
The guests at the table next to me were drinking, and some people were shouting and punching their fists, making a lot of noise. The smell of alcohol hit his nose. The short man sniffed and said to himself: "What kind of wine are they drinking? It smells so good?" The green turban stared at him and whispered: "Eat well and don't look around."
After the meal, the two walked out of the restaurant and were about to go upstairs. The short man suddenly saw the door plaque opposite saying: Nightclub.
"Nightclub? What is a nightclub?" The short man looked at the green turban, who shook his head.
"Let's go in and have a look?" the short man asked.
The green turban thought for a while, and there was nothing wrong with going upstairs anyway. It was too early to go to bed now, and the food in his stomach had not been digested yet. So, he nodded. The two walked in. The place was about the same size as a restaurant. There were many colorful lanterns hanging on the walls, lighting up the room colorfully. In addition to tables and chairs, there is a row of counters on the left hand side of the room. Opposite there is a wooden platform two feet long, one foot wide and three feet high. A woman with heavy makeup is playing the guzheng on the stage.
The two of them found a table and sat down. A waiter came over and said, "My dear guests, what would you like to drink?"
"What do you have here?"
"There are green tea, black tea, rice milk, various juices, and wine."
"Then let's have a pot of green tea." Green Turban said.
"Don't you want some wine?" the waiter recommended. "The wine we have here is particularly sweet and mellow. It was brewed by our King of Chu himself. It's called King Chun Niang."
"Oh, your King of Chu can also make wine?" Green Turban joked, "He is quite capable."
"Yes, our King of Chu is very smart and has invented many rare things. You see, this is the glass he invented." The man said and pointed to the table.
Only then did the green turban notice that there were a few wine-like things on the table. He picked up a wine cup and shined it into the light. It was crystal clear and radiant, and he nodded: "Not bad, it looks like a luminous cup."
"Use this glass to fill the King of Chu's wine and taste it slowly. It's particularly delicious." The waiter promoted it hard.
The short man couldn't resist the temptation, licked his lips and said: "Okay, let's have two drinks." Upon hearing this, the green turban stretched out his hand and put it on the back of his hand on the table, raised his head and said to the waiter: "No , No, we just want a pot of green tea." After the waiter left, the green turban saw the short man looking at him dissatisfied, so he glanced around and whispered: "Drinking is a waste of time, don't forget what we are here to do... "
The next morning, two guests came down from upstairs. There was a man standing in the hall. When he saw them, he smiled and said hello: "Two guests, are you going out?" The green turban didn't know who he was and thought he was just a shop owner. A waiter inside nodded. After the two people walked out of the door, the green-turbaned man thought for a moment, then turned around and stepped back, saying: "Servant, could you please tell me how to get to General Zuowei's Mansion?"
"That left guard general?"
"It's Yuan Junbao."
"Oh, General Yuan? Go out and walk five miles east along this street, then three miles south, and then two miles north. There is Jiming Temple. General Yuan lives next to Jiming Temple."
The green turban didn't remember everything, but he said it was next to Jiming Temple, so it would be easy to find. After the two of them walked out of the door, they headed east, asking a few more people on the way, and finally arrived in front of Yuan Junbao's mansion. The door of the mansion was closed tightly, and the green turban patted the door. After a while, a servant opened the corner door, looked at them and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Is Yuan Junbao at home?"
"who are you?"
"I'm his cousin." Green Turban said.
The servant looked him up and down and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go in and report." After that, he closed the corner door. The two waited for a while, and then the servant opened the door again and said, "Come in."
The two entered the mansion, walked through the courtyard, and as soon as they reached the steps of the hall, Yuan Junbao greeted them. When he saw the green turban, he was a little surprised: "General Yang, why are you here in person?" The green turban put his index finger to his mouth and "shushed", looked around alertly, and then whispered: "Go in and talk. "
Yuan Junbao is the general of Shenwu Camp, and Shenwu Camp is stationed in Xinfeng County, thirty miles away from Chang'an. It only takes half an hour to ride a horse. Therefore, Yuan Junbao usually stays at home and only goes to the military camp when something happens. The three people entered the room, and after the guests and hosts sat down, the servant came in to bring tea and water. After the servant retreated, the green-turbaned man spoke: "General Yuan, after receiving your message, the Emperor was very happy and sent the two of us to Chang'an specifically to facilitate that matter..."
It turned out that the green turban was Liu Wuzhou's lieutenant general named Yang Zhong, and the short man sitting next to him was named Sun Dazhi, a school captain. About half a year ago, Yuan Junbao led his army to fight Liu Wuzhou and was severely defeated. He himself was captured, and it was Yang Zhong who captured him. After Yuan Junbao was captured, Liu Wuzhou not only did not kill him, but treated him very favorably and gave him a hundred gold as a gift. Yuan Junbao burst into tears with gratitude and agreed to serve Liu Wuzhou. Later, he returned to the Tang Dynasty, saying that he had escaped and was re-appointed as General Zuowei.
