After passing Yumen Pass, passing Suzhou, Ganzhou, Liangzhou, and Lanzhou, the Western Regions Legion will then head north, cross Lingzhou, Huaiyuan, and finally arrive at its headquarters in Fengzhou.

Although this trip went around in a circle, it bypassed a section of desert. In addition, the wide cement road greatly increased the speed of the march, so the time to arrive in Fengzhou was not longer than walking in a straight line, and you could even receive some military rations along the way.

Beilus broke up with Yuchi Baolin in Lanzhou and followed the envoy who came to greet them to go straight to Chang'an.

But it has to be said that since we met the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, Beilus finally realized how happy it was to be with the foolish guy Yuchi Baolin.

Because although this envoy is not as talkative as Yuchi, he is too rigid. Everything must be done step by step according to the rules. How many gifts are carried out every day, what meals are eaten at each meal, what people can meet and who cannot meet. All of these must be taken care of.

What Beilus unexpected was that the little time he took from Lanzhou to Chang'an was three times the distance from Yumen Pass to Lan Road.

The road ahead was already the width of six carriages in one direction, and the level was much higher than the border, but due to the rules, they could only walk thirty miles a day.

Thirty miles, in the eyes of Beluth, this is almost no different from climbing. He sets off in the morning for lunch, sets off in the afternoon, and rests in the evening. Seeing the ox carts passing by, Beluth really wishes to stab the messenger who received him with a knife.

At one time, Belus even believed that the Tang envoy who received him should be extorting money from him, so he planned to give his sword to the envoy.

As a result, he was disappointed again. It was precisely because of this that he realized that the person who came to pick him up was not greedy for his wealth, but looked down on him at all, and completely regarded him as a tribute bully.

The depressed mood accompanied Beilus all the way, and his admiration for the Tang Dynasty gradually faded, and finally turned into anger.

...

Time flies, and two months later, the group of people who were almost going crazy and frantically finally saw the purpose of this trip - Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty! Although there was only one vague shadow, they still made them very happy.

It was also at this time that Beluth finally survived the torment of expectation.

"Your Highness, you can't leave today. Ten miles ahead is Chang'an. You must stop here and rest and wait for Your Majesty's orders. Unless Your Majesty has the order, you cannot enter Chang'an." The envoy who received the Beilus seemed to have a feeling of being able to stand up. He hurriedly explained and returned to Beijing without looking back.

...

"Your Highness, what should we do? Are we really waiting here?" After settling in the inn, Aro came to Beilus and whispered as he looked at the endless stream of people outside the inn.

"There is an old saying in the Tang Dynasty, "If you come, you will be at peace. We have been through more than two months. Are you still missing a few days?" Beilus, who came outside Chang'an City, was not anxious at this time. Now he wished that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty would see him a few days later.

"Then what are we going to do these days? You can't stay there and do nothing, right?" A Luo was very depressed. As a general, he really couldn't stand this torment.

"Of course you can't stay there." Beilus smiled mysteriously: "Let's go, let's change your clothes."

"Ah? Change your clothes? What are you doing?"

"Of course I'm going out for a walk, don't worry. As long as we don't reveal our identities on our own initiative, no one will know who we are." Beilus said with his eyes as he imitated Yuchi Baolin.

Although this inn is still ten miles away from Chang'an, there are not many people around, including Turks, Western Regions, Persians, great cannibals, Indians, etc. The emperor and his ministers of Beilus changed into ordinary clothes and went out. No one would notice them at all, but would only regard them as one of the many alien races.

Arrow was regretted by Beluth's words and his heart began to itch. Although he felt "not learning well" about His Royal Highness's behavior, this did not affect his desire to go out and take a look.

So the Persian prince and his number one general hurriedly changed their clothes, and took seven or eight followers who had also changed their clothes out of the inn, and they didn't take much time to get into the rolling crowd.

...

"Arrow, do you think that when His Majesty Kuss ruled Persia, were there so many people in our country?" Beluth, who was walking through the crowd, looked around, and from time to time he picked up the things from some vendors on the roadside stalls and took a few glances, and he still remembered his homeland.

But Aluo, who was following him, poured a pot of cold shasha on him: "It shouldn't be. I heard that the permanent population of Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, is now more than 1.5 million. If the migrant population is included, it should be less than 2 million. This is a number that we cannot reach at all."

God knows what Beilus thought, but he actually had a relatively large population. If he knew that the current population of the Tang Dynasty far exceeded 70 million, I don’t know what he would think.

After all, even when his country, Sassanthes, was at its most powerful time, its population was only 18 million, less than one-third of that of the current Tang Dynasty.

...

After walking around the inn for a while, Beilus suddenly said, "Arrow regret, why don't we go into the city to see what? Go and see the two cities that Yuchi talked about."

"Your Highness, I think I'd better forget it. I don't know when the Emperor Tang's will arrive. If we enter the city and the Emperor Tang's will be issued at this time, I'm afraid it will cause variables."

Arrow regretted that he was more mature and would not follow Beilus to make trouble. Considering the consequences that could be caused by His Majesty Li Er's will, he firmly rejected the prince's proposal.

"Okay, let's listen to you." Although Beilus was itchy in his heart, he knew that Aro's words were not wrong, so he could only nod in disappointment.

And at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came, which scared the entangled king and minister: "Lao Bei, Lao Ah, why are you two here? Haven't you entered the city yet?"

In the Tang Dynasty, Beilusi only knew one person who could call people by Lao Bei and Lao A, that was Yuchi Baolin. But didn’t that guy go to Fengzhou? He said in person when he parted some time ago, how could it appear here?

The two of them turned their heads in the direction of the sound. Before they could see clearly, a dark-colored war horse appeared in front of them, and a man like a black tower was sitting upright on the war horse.

"Yuchi? It's really you? You're not... haven't you gone to Fengzhou?" Beilus's voice was filled with surprise, and it sounded like he knew in other countries.

"Haha..., there is nothing wrong with Fengzhou. After the settlement is completed, Your Majesty summoned me to return to Beijing to report my work, so I'm back." Yuchi was still the same, and he didn't change at all. In front of Beilus, he still shouted in a short roar.

However, both Beilus and Arochan have become accustomed to his self-proclaiming. Knowing that he did not intend to take advantage of him, he let it go and ask for his faults.

"By the way, why are you still here? It's been more than two months and haven't entered Chang'an yet?" After a few greetings, Yuchi Baolin looked up and down at Beilus and asked in confusion.

After hearing Yuchi's question, Aluo suddenly complained: "Oh, don't mention it, that messenger is simply an old stubborn man. He doesn't walk more than thirty miles a day. Now that we can get here is the result of our efforts."

"Hehe, this is normal. If I weren't going to Fengzhou to station, I'd probably be like this." Listening to A Luo's regretful complaint, Yuchi Baolin smiled, but soon seemed to remember something, and raised his hand and slapped his head hard: "Damn it, I actually forgot..."

Hum? Forgot? Forgot what? Surprised by Yuchi Baolin's strange reaction, Beilus took two steps back, and then saw a few young people standing there smiling at him.

"Baolin, is this the Prince of Beilus you mentioned?" Li Chengqian and others, who had been standing not far away, finally noticed their direction after seeing the separation, and then slowly walked over.

"Gao Ming, come on, let me introduce you to it. This is the Persian prince Lao Bei, and this is the general Lao Lao." Yuchi Baolin, a fool, is also a fool. He just now, and his highness was still longing. His highness screamed in a short voice. Now when he met an outsider, he thought of the awesomeness he had yelled before, and finally called out Li Chengqian's word.

Fortunately, Li Chengqian didn't care much about the title, and knew that Yuchi, a fool, had no malicious intentions. After hearing this, he just smiled, then took a few steps forward, and opened his arms: "Prince Beilus, I represent my father, welcome your arrival."

The popular Tang Dynasty was that gentlemen's friendship was as light as water, so when they met, they were usually bowing their hands at most, but Persia was different. The etiquette in this country was to embrace. At the same time, people with low status also needed to kiss their cheeks when they saw people with high status to show respect.

Of course, this is only possible if the identity is similar. Otherwise, if the Persian king met the people and was hugged like this, the picture would probably be very beautiful.

Beilus stepped forward mechanically, and he completed a Persian ceremony completely with conditioned reflex. In any case, he could not have imagined that he would meet the top nobles of the Tang Dynasty on the street outside Chang'an City.

In fact, along the way, he was thinking about what circumstances he would meet with Li Chengqian, but no matter how he thought about it, he would not be there in this way.

Shouldn’t the prince of the Tang Dynasty be in the palace? And shouldn’t the prince of the Tang Dynasty have thousands of guards? But why does this guy in front of him have only two or three guards around him, and they are all women? Could it be that this guy is a fake?
Chapter completed!