fifth form

Chapter 134 The Young Prince
"Brother Ziwen, shall we just stand here and wait?"

"Manqian, you need to be more patient!"

"But we've been standing here for at least three hours!"

Zhang Xuezhou followed Zhang Qian around half of Chang'an City.

It took a full two hours to walk from the inn to the imperial city area.

There are clusters of rich houses in the imperial city area, and the tall mahogany buildings made Zhang Xuezhou gasp, but after seeing so much, Zhang Xuezhou's eyes were also tired.

Especially since they had been standing at an intersection for a full six hours.

A few hundred meters away from this intersection, Zhang Xuezhou can see a tall inner city gate, and there are clusters of palaces in it.

But they couldn't go one step further.

Wearing red armor and holding swords, the imperial guards corps are on three steps, one post and five steps and one sentry in the imperial city area. The vigilance is extremely high, and any trespassing behavior will be killed mercilessly.

This is the rule in exchange for iron and blood, and Zhang Qian obviously does not have the courage to break this taboo.

The two ended up waiting in a safe area.

From time to time, Zhang Xuezhou could see some carriages driving out of the palace area, but the officials performed their duties so that Zhang Qian knew very well that even if he asked for help, he would have nowhere to go, and he couldn't even deliver a message.

He could only wait for the prince's carriage.

In the Han Dynasty, the emperor was in charge of everything, and the prince was responsible for the rest.

The crown prince lacked the power to mobilize the military, and he did not have the authority to appoint and remove official positions. However, as a coordinator, the crown prince had contact with all walks of life of the court, including Jing Zhaoyi, who was in charge of Chang'an City.

That is to say, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince they are looking for is the existence of Jing Zhaoyi's superior, there is no cross-border jurisdiction, and there is no lack of understanding of related matters.

"Let's wait!"

Zhang Qian touched his empty pocket.

He knew very well that Zhang Xuezhou fell asleep on time, if he didn't go towards that cheap inn at this time, Zhang Xuezhou would probably fall asleep halfway.

But Zhang Qian felt that it didn't matter whether he left or not, after all, he didn't have enough money to stay in a hotel.

Sleeping on the street was inevitable, and he didn't even have enough money to buy food, which was only enough to last two days in Chang'an City.

He must get things done as soon as possible.

Zhang Qian looked up at the sky covered with sunset clouds, and then touched Kong Kong's stomach.

He tightened his belt a little, and took out another piece of hard cornbread.

"Eat two bites to fill your stomach, and eat a few good meals when we're done," Zhang Qian said as he handed out the cornbread.

"Is there water?"

"No!"

Zhang Xuezhou is not picky about food, but the marching rations of the Western Region Military Region are too difficult to swallow.

He put the cornbread, which was as hard as a rock, into his mouth, and slowly softened it with saliva.

No one knows how to eat marching rations when there are other foods, and when they really want to eat marching rations, they are basically desperate.

Right now, Zhang Qian doesn't need to work hard, but he is undoubtedly in an embarrassing predicament in terms of money.

As for Zhang Xuezhou's money, it doesn't matter.

He relied on Wuchao's supply all the way, and he didn't bring any money with him.

Moreover, it is not suitable for a translator like him to make a living with a lot of money.

Relying on the saliva to moisten the corn cake and nibbling a small piece, Zhang Xuezhou handed the corn cake back to Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian immediately took the cornbread in his mouth and swallowed it slowly.

"Too...His Royal Highness, hey, Your Highness..."

The time passed slowly for nearly an hour again, and Zhang Qian shouted excitedly when it was nearly dark.

"No noise is allowed in the imperial city area!"

The guard in charge drew his sword and scolded, his voice was better than Zhang Qian's.

"What's the noise?"

In the distance, a two-wheeled carriage came out slowly.

The specification of the carriage is not considered closed, and even the figure sitting in the carriage can be seen through the curtain.

Zhang Xuezhou wiped his eyes, and even saw a vaguely childish face.

"Is that His Royal Highness?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, the young general is under the command of the prefect of Yanmenguan Cheng in the Western Territory and Zhang Qian, the army guard, and I have something important to report!"

Zhang Qian glanced at the imperial guard gratefully.

If it weren't for the louder yelling from the guards, his behavior of asking for an interview by the side of the road would probably be ignored by the passing carriages.

As a member of the barracks, the guard obviously gave the greatest help within the scope of his duties.

When the crown prince pulled up the curtain of the carriage, Zhang Qian quickly half-kneeled.

He pulled Zhang Xuezhou, and when Zhang Xuezhou bowed down, the many wary eyes on them gradually faded away.

The prince does not need others to kneel down on the side of the road, but this etiquette can prevent the prince from being assassinated.

After Zhang Qian finished saluting with Zhang Xuezhou, the sound came from the carriage.

"What's the matter?"

"Zhang Qian found a person, and this person Zhang Manqian is a student of the Nine-Chi Taoist Master." Zhang Qian said, "And Zhang Qian heard that the Nine-Chi Taoist Priest is the Yin Yang family's swindler!"

"Another Yin Yang family disciple?"

The prince's voice was slightly surprised.

Obviously, the prince has not seen many disciples of various Yin-Yang families these days.

There are those who have no connection, and there are also members of the Yin-Yang family who have been relatives for several generations, or the descendants of a small faction inherited by a disciple of the Yin-Yang family.

Among the many people, none of them is an orthodox Yinyang family student, let alone anyone who is directly related to Jinchang and Chao Bugui.

From the dark clouds of the frontier war to the igniting of the war, the court has not yet figured out the real reason for this war.

Even Li Jiao, the second son of the Li family, was in a daze, completely unaware of what happened.

Jinchang is missing, and it's hard to find him if he doesn't return. As for Loulan, it's a hostile warring force.

Compared to seeking answers in distant places, it is obviously better to directly ask the two parties in Dahan.

Right now, there are many people looking for Jinchang and Chaobugui, and the methods of seeking are various.

But no one can find Jinchang and Chaobugui.

In the vast world, the two masters of the Yin-Yang family seemed to have disappeared.

Emperor Jing even threw his glass for this matter, and there is no shortage of scolding these troublemakers for running away after causing trouble.

"Does he know where the Taoist priest is?" the prince asked.

"Your Highness, he doesn't know," Zhang Qian replied honestly, "But Zhang Qian heard that all the students of the Taoist School of Chang Bugui died, and there are very few survivors. Maybe people can be used as a medium to find Zou Bugui. Daoist!"

"Is he really a student who can't return?"

"Manqian was favored by Taoist Chang Bugui and awarded a copy of the "Nine Heavens Mantra of Yin Yang Great Compassion". Manqian also used this method to practice and enter the country, which is no different from the inheritance of Taoist Chang Bugui!"

Zhang Qian pointed to Zhang Xuezhou.

As long as Zhang Xuezhou's words are reliable, he will be considered a salted fish.

If he is unreliable, his salted fish will be beaten until even his parents don't recognize him.

In the past, many disciples of the Yin-Yang family had clearly told Zhang Qian the consequences. Zhang Qian swallowed his saliva, and then bit the bullet and strongly recommended Zhang Xuezhou there.

"Since this is the case, let Zhou Taiwei perform another operation!"

The curtain of the carriage was completely pulled down, revealing a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy wearing a long crown.

Although he is young, his decision-making is extremely fast, and he has already made a decision after just asking a little.

(End of this chapter)