I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 419 Shengjing City (asking for monthly ticket)
December 10th, outside Shengjing City.

In the northern sky, a heavy snow flakes like cotton wool, falling down, and the sky and the earth are completely submerged in the white snow.

Zhang Junming's caravan arrived outside Shengjing City ten days in advance, and was queuing outside the city for inspection together with other caravans from various places that came to deliver year-end tribute. The carriages were all loaded with goods, covered with thick felt and covered with snow.

The cold wind in the north was as sharp as a knife. The coachmen were wearing thick fur coats. Their faces were red under their fur hats, and their eyebrows and beards were covered with frost. They wrapped their clothes tightly and stamped their feet to keep away the cold, but their eyes were always fixed on the city that was so close in front of them but difficult to enter.

The entire Shengjing City is like a huge Bagua rising from the snow, mysterious and magnificent, and daunting. From a distance, the city looks like a regular Bagua diagram, with eight main streets extending in all directions like eight galloping dragons.

The city wall towers into the sky, made of huge black bricks and stones, so thick that it seems to be able to withstand any invasion in the world. There is a sentry tower every ten steps on the city wall, and the auspicious beasts carved on the top of the tower are exquisite and luxurious everywhere.

The city gate tower is even more magnificent, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings. Although the snow has partially obscured some of its colors, its grand momentum is still overwhelming. The city gate is heavy, and the fist-sized door nails are shining coldly under the reflection of the white snow.

The patrolling city guards in silver armor lined up on both sides of the city gate, unafraid of the wind and snow, with solemn faces, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Zhang Junming rubbed his hands and handed the pass stamped with the phoenix seal of Empress Dowager Yu and the special identity token of each member of the caravan to the city gate guard for inspection.

The guard and the ten people below spent nearly half an hour to verify the identity of each person. They took a drop of blood from each person and dripped it into a special mirror, then waved their hands to let them go.

Zhang Junming led the Zhang family convoy slowly into the city. The buildings in the city were staggered and lined up one after another. The snow covered the roofs, outlining all kinds of strange shapes, just like the mysterious symbols in the Bagua diagram. Even in the prosperous places in the city, even heavy snow could not hide the lively scene, with crowds of people bustling about.

The shop signs swayed in the wind, bursts of laughter rang out from the tavern, the aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of food overflowed from the crack of the door, the inn was brightly lit, the exquisite pavilions were stacked layer upon layer, the eaves were like cranes spreading their wings and about to fly in the snow, the windows on the attic had delicate hollow patterns, exuding an exquisite and luxurious atmosphere.

The Zhang family's servants, who were entering Shengjing City for the first time, were amazed at the prosperity of the city. They were filled with awe, and they shrank their bodies unconsciously and walked cautiously.

"Everyone, be careful when unloading the goods. Move them gently and take the time to count how much was damaged on the way. I have asked the store to prepare hot soup and hot meals. After you are done, everyone can have a good meal and rest for the night."

In the trading company's inn, Zhang Junming was directing everyone to unload the goods. Seeing someone trying to move the box from his car, Zhang Junming hurried over.

"Be careful, be careful. Send this box directly to my room. Don't let it get lost."

"Okay, Master!"

Two Zhang family servants carried a box full of brocade and went straight to the second floor of the inn.

"Why has this box become so heavy?"

"I'm afraid you haven't eaten yet!"

After the box was put down, Sang Que, who had been hiding in the box for a long time, heard the sound of the two people closing the door and leaving. He waited for a moment before opening the lid of the box.

In recent days, she would sneak over here every day, hiding in the box to listen to the noise outside, and today she finally entered the city smoothly.

Sang Que came out of the box quickly with the painting on his back, tidied up the messy brocade in the box, used a Xun Gua that could conceal his body, and jumped out of the window on the second floor of the inn and left.

Arriving on the street, Sang Que quickly observed the clothes and appearance of those people on the street. The clothes here were much more upscale than those in Sanchuan City, Jinzhou, both in terms of material and style. Moreover, it was popular for women in Shengjing City to paint flowers between their eyebrows, and their clothing style was similar to that of the Tang Dynasty. Sang Que looked at their demeanor and felt that they must be living a good life in Shengjing City.

The people here all have a sense of abundance and happiness on their faces, unlike the people in other places in Xuan Dynasty, who all have some sickness on their bodies.

This Shengjing city is indeed unusual. Sang Que, who is here, can clearly feel the suppressing force coming from all directions, suppressing the ghost power in her body to her feet, and then overflowing from her feet and seeping into the ground.

Here, Sangque's own strength is at least halved.

However, this problem is not unsolvable. The ghost peddler set out first and must have already sneaked into Shengjing City. He forged identity tokens for them and made things to deal with this situation.

There was no way to teleport in the city, and no way to ask the five ghosts to deliver a message. Sang Que could only avoid the crowd and search for the ghost peddler on foot.

The caravan from Jinzhou entered from the west gate of Shengjing City. There was a horse market in the west city. Sang Que wore a hat he had brought with him to protect himself from the wind and snow, and with a mole on his face, he walked into the horse market and soon found the ghost peddler disguised as a fur merchant.

After exchanging secret signals and confirming that everything was correct, the fur merchant in fox fur hunting clothes stood up and said, "Miss, you want to make donkey skin to make donkey-hide gelatin. I do have a piece of top-quality donkey skin, but it's at my house. Do you want to wait here, or come with me to get it?"

"Go get it from your house."

"Okay, wait for me to clean up, girl."

The peddler packed up slowly, loading the valuable goods onto the truck and leaving the less valuable ones where they were. He also asked the people at the next stall to help keep an eye on them, as he would be back soon.

During this period, Sangque suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"How much do you want to sell this little lamb? It's snowing heavily, so we should eat mutton in a copper pot."

Sang Que restrained his impulse and slowly turned around to look. Sure enough, he saw Qin Ze. It was snowing heavily. He was still wearing only a single piece of clothing and pants, with a red rope tied around his right arm, a bamboo hat on, and a piece of hay from nowhere in his mouth. He was selecting lambs in a makeshift sheep pen in the corner of the horse market.

Shengjing Zhenxie Si is so idle? Doesn't he have to work?
Sang Que understood after a little thought that it must be He Buning who sent him out to hang out. He Buning knew that she was going to enter the city and hoped that she would find him through Qin Ze.

Is this He Buning's own idea, or Zuo Jinye's idea?
"Girl, let's go."

Sang Que withdrew his gaze and followed the ghost peddler away, not planning to contact Qin Ze for the time being.

Following the ghost peddler, Sang Que came to the alley where the horse market vendors lived in the west of the city. There were many pedestrians, livestock and horses coming and going here. The snow on the ground was trampled and melted, mixed with mud, and it was wet and emitted a foul smell.

Only when they arrived at the yard where the ghost peddler lived did the two of them breathe a sigh of relief.

Sang Que opened the painting and released Hua Qianmian, Yao Zhen and Cheng Ge. The ghost peddler took out the identity tokens he had prepared and handed them to them.

"I have prepared different identities for you. The clothes you need to change into are all in the room. Carry this identity token with you. When you see someone from the Evil Suppression Division, be sure to avoid them. The token cannot be identified by the naked eye, but it cannot withstand close scrutiny. Many places in the city require tokens to be checked for entry and exit. It is also for this reason that I have been able to wander around the west of the city these past few days and have not found out anything."

Hearing this, Sang Que looked at Hua Qianmian.