Sheriff, give me a smile~

On the fourth day of May, it is advisable to travel and get married, and avoid funerals.

Han Wang Liu Bang's team finally arrived in Chang'an City mighty and mighty, and the people of Chang'an stood on both sides of Zhuque Avenue curiously watching.

The boy eating candied haws: "Mother, where do these people come from?"

The young woman's eyebrows were gentle: "It seems to be from Chu Han."

Old man with a long beard: "Another big event is about to happen in Chang'an."

Vendor: "Chu Han is here, yo, it's strange."

Drunk man: "What's so good about King Han... Hiccup, a man can be as good-looking as the number one dancer in Chang'an"

While helping the soldiers maintain order, Yuan Fang slandered: Everyone in Chang'an is really gossiping.

While thinking about it, she accidentally bumped into someone, Yuan Fang hurriedly stepped back and apologized: "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

A chuckle came from above the head, but the pleasant voice had a Western accent: "It's okay."

Yuan Fang looked up.

The person in front of him was wearing a brown jacket, slightly curly blond hair and a western top hat, a handsome face with deep contours, and a faint smile in his young blue eyes, like the sea of ​​stars.

Westerners

Yuan Fang was slightly taken aback.

The Western man put the gun in his hand on the brim of his hat: "Little friend, do you know how to get to Zhaxing Building?"

"Ah, follow this road to the end, turn right for three streets to Xuanwu Street, the center of which is the Zhaixing Building."

"Thank you." The Western man put the gun back into his waist, took out something from his pocket and handed it to Yuan Fang: "This is for you."

It's round, a little heavy, and bronze in color. I don't know what material it's made of. The rose pattern on it is pretty, and it's connected to a chain.

Yuan Fang looked left and right in confusion: "This is..."

The Western man smiled, took the item from his hand, and lightly pressed the switch next to it.The cover was opened, and the hour, minute and second hands under the crystal clear glass rotated regularly in Arabic numerals: "This is a pocket watch, which we Westerners use to tell the time, which is somewhat similar to your Eastern...well, sundials."

Yuan Fang nodded half-understanding: "That's right. However, it looks very expensive. I just pointed you the way. I can't accept it, or you will lose a lot."

The young man squatted down with a smile, and looked up at Yuan Fang slightly: "In the eyes of us Westerners, things have a price, but beauty and cuteness are priceless. Children, your cuteness is priceless, and my pocket watch is priceless." The price, I exchanged something of value for a priceless treasure, how could it be a big loss?"

Yuan Fang was at a loss for words: "It feels like what you are clearly saying is wrong, but I don't know how to refute it..."

The young man laughed loudly, put the pocket watch in Yuan Fang's hand, got up and rubbed his head: "I'm leaving, see you by fate." After saying that, he turned and left.

Yuan Fang thought that after taking such a valuable thing from someone else, she must leave a name, so that she can return the gift in the future, so she hurriedly shouted: "Hey, who are you, what is your name, and where do you live, so I can thank you in the future?"

The Western man turned his head, and the sunlight shone brightly behind him. His gentle smile was even more dazzling than the sunlight: "Marco Polo, the world is his home."

With a graceful bow behind him, the Westerner turned and walked further and further away.

Yuan Fang was in a daze on the spot: "What, what... pineapple"

Wu Zetian stood on the tall tower in the palace overlooking the bottom.

With the help of officials, the Hanwang's guard of honor entered the palace in an orderly manner.

She looked up at the sky, the clouds covered the sun, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds.

"Huaiying." She said softly.

"The minister is here." Di Renjie, who was behind him, took a step forward.

"Do you know what it means for the King of Han to enter Chang'an?"

Di Renjie lowered his eyes slightly: "Your Majesty's heart, I dare not speculate."

Wu Zetian smiled and turned back: "When did you become so cautious, I remember you were not like this back then."

Di Renjie raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Wu Zetian went on to say: "When I just appointed you as Jing Zhaoyin, you were not afraid of anything. You dared to attack any powerful, participated in any bureaucrats, and dared to say anything. Once, you were with the Ministry of Rites who was nearly sixty years old. The Shangshu confronted the court, and his words were sharp, which almost made the old Shangshu faint."

Perhaps Wu Zetian recalled the past in a very cordial tone, and Di Renjie couldn't help but smile lightly: "At that time, the ministers' memorials were flying all over the sky, and Chang'an Haoqiang also jointly signed a letter to revoke the minister's position. Press down, otherwise there will be no room for ministers in Chang'an at that time."

Wu Zetian smiled and said, "Do you still remember what I did at that time?"

Di Renjie also laughed: "How dare I forget it. Your Majesty made a bet with all the ministers. If you can wipe out all the powerful economic monopolies in Chang'an within one month, you will not mention the matter of abolishing your position."

"Everyone doesn't believe that you can do it, and many virtuous officials are also worried."

"But Your Majesty believes." Di Renjie's eyes were gentle and firm.

"I believed in you, and you did it." Wu Zetian smiled, and said again: "But you also paid a great price. Do you know how dangerous you were at that time? No one in Chang'an wanted to kill you. The guards sent out to protect you blocked 81 assassinations for you. 81 times, Huaiying."

"It made His Majesty worry. At that time, the minister was really impulsive."

Wu Zetian turned around and looked into the distance, smiling like nostalgia and sigh: "You were young and frivolous back then."

Young and frivolous?

Di Renjie suddenly thought of the back of the white-clothed Gujiu, and the sword mark on the wall of the Suzaku Gate that read "I want to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon".

That person was the same back then.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for several days.This guy disappeared after that day, where did he go?

"Actually, I don't want to go to war." Wu Zetian said in a low voice, pulling back Di Renjie's thoughts: "But the Chu-Han Rebellion has to be settled. I have waited for a long time, and I must not wait any longer."

Di Renjie knew in his heart that Wu Zetian had decided to join forces with Liu Bang to destroy Xiang Yu.This time is definitely a good time to quell the chaos, but once the Tang army comes out and the war breaks out, it is impossible to know how many Chu and Han people will be killed or injured.

"In ancient times, so many things about the people have been paid to the emperor's ambition." Wu Zetian sighed, clapped his hands on the railing, looked into the distance, and there seemed to be sadness in his eyes: "May the world be safe."

at dusk.

Li Bai lay on the tree with a grass root in his mouth, watching the scene under the tree, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

In front of me is the bloody scene of three gangsters robbing passers-by in the wilderness. According to common sense, at this moment, Qinglian Sword Immortal should fly up and make the next move to drink handsomely and kill the three of them before saving the passers-by.

Originally, Li Bai really thought so, but after seeing who was robbed, he temporarily gave up this idea and stood still.

Punk A: "I drove this mountain."

Punk B: "I planted this tree."

Hooligan C: "I want to cross this road."

The white-haired young man smiled slightly: "Stay to buy road money."

The leading gangster was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect this weak-looking person to answer the conversation so calmly under the pressure of swords and soldiers, but he was a gangster anyway, how could he lose his momentum, so he shouted: " It’s good to know! Hurry up and hand over your valuables, and the Lord will spare you!”

"Heh," Zhang Liang helped the single mirror, and laughed: "Has anyone ever told you that your combination looks very progressive?"

"Pass, progressive" bully B is a little confused.

"After advancing layer by layer, from one to two, from two to three, from three to four."

"Isn't that adding up? How come it's progressive, boss?" Hooligan C looked at his boss even more bewilderedly.

Zhang Liang shook his head: "Human brains are indeed very different."

The leader was angry: "What do you mean, are you saying we are stupid?"

"No." Zhang Liang sighed very seriously: "I just think that thinking is a wonderful thing, and different people will have different thoughts on the same sentence."

"So...so does this have anything to do with your money being robbed today!" Bully B was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily.

Zhang Liang smiled, with a sarcasm in his tone, he said unhurriedly: "I have no money, and you can't rob me."

This sentence completely angered the three of them: "Then take your life!" After saying that, the three of them raised their knives and slashed at Zhang Liang.

Startled, Li Bai stood up and prepared to save Zhang Liang, but...

The eyes of the three gangsters opened wider and wider, their hands and feet trembled, and they slowly backed away, only to hear them howl terribly: "Ghost—" they dropped their knives, turned around and ran away.

"Ghost" Fei stopped in mid-air, and Zhang Liang slowly descended. Holding the book, he stretched out his hand and pushed the lens, and then mocked: "This group of people, their brains are broken. Obviously, no matter how I look at it, I look like a god."

Li Bai: "..."