Near the northern gate of Huaicheng inner city, the second floor of a restaurant is very quiet.

Next to the innermost window, two young men sat and stood quietly looking at the official road outside the window, and no one spoke another.

The two old men sat opposite each other at the table, as if an old friend had reunited, drinking leisurely while chatting.

"I heard earlier that Brother Wei has stepped down as a general and no longer held any position in Anyang County. I am very happy. I feel that brother, you finally left the southern mountains and returned to Ancheng to live a comfortable life. Now, for what reason, I asked you out of the mountain and ran to Huaicheng?" The old coachman raised his wine glass and touched the old man opposite him gently, and asked directly.

The old man in black robe sitting opposite the old coachman smiled, drank the wine in his glass and smashed his lips, saying, "Enjoy is indeed quite comfortable, but he is more accustomed to the climate of the southern mountains and life in the military camp. But there is no way. When he is old, he should give up seats to young people, otherwise he will not be scolded for being old and not dead?" He smiled heartily and looked at the old coachman, "It's you, you have been really comfortable in Zhongjing these years."

"Indeed," the old coachman smiled and filled the two of them with a new wine, and looked up and asked the previous question again, "So what happened in Huaicheng?"

The old man in black robe raised his hand and pointed to the old coachman and smiled bitterly, "You, you are still so straightforward. If you hadn't changed your temper, how could you be a famous general for the rest of your life?" He sighed with regret, "Although you have left the army, if you can return to Licheng safely this trip, don't you still have to deal with the powerful people in Lijun? You have to learn to adapt."

The old coachman was stunned when he heard this, then reached out and rubbed his wine glass, and stopped talking.

The old man in black robe on the other side seemed to see nothing wrong, and still said to himself, "The big tripod now... there are some problems, don't you have to continue to stay in Zhongjing City and cannot leave a step? The hearts of the people in the world are probably changing," he glanced at the old coachman's fingers rubbing the wine glass with a deep sense, "Everyone must make plans for their next step, or even if they don't, they must also find a way for their descendants. Even if it cannot be a smooth road, it must be a path that they think is relatively safe, right?"

The old coachman still said nothing.

The old man in black robe sighed again, "Now everyone has their own thinking plans. It is not okay if you don't think more than others, or even think later than others, and think lighterly, it's not okay," he smiled and looked out the window, "This place where Hanoi County connects the four states is naturally thinking earlier and more..."

"The situation is still unclear now, it doesn't matter if you dare to think or do it... aren't you afraid of being cut off your hand?" the old coachman finally asked.

The old man in black robe laughed, "It depends on what he thinks and what he does," he sipped off the wine in the glass, as if he was a little drunk. Just when he wanted to say something else, a rumbling vibration suddenly came from outside the window!

The old coachman frowned slightly, looked down at the ripples of the wine in his wine glass in his hand and kept silent.

Luo Chuan in front of the window looked into the distance in surprise.

I heard the rumbling vibration sound coming from the middle of the inner city, because the official road was tortuous at first, and I couldn't see anything. When the vibration sound became louder and louder, I could tell from it that the sound maker was standing on the stone road, and the figure of the sound maker appeared at the end of the official road in the distance!

Those are extremely armed chariots!

Two war horses lead a chariot, with armor attached to the chariot, and three soldiers wearing full armor stand side by side on the chariot, one in the middle drives, one carrying a crossbow, and one holding a Gobian sword, still moving like a mountain like a puppet general!

Since the official road is not spacious enough, the chariots can only be arranged in one row.

But even so, the momentum of the golden sword and iron horse that was rushing towards him was still accompanied by the terrifying roar caused by heavy chariots crushing the stone slabs. Under the trembling rhythm of the large number of war horses treading on the ground, it gave all viewers an unparalleled sense of oppression, allowing the merchants and civilians on both sides of the official road to feel the terrifying feeling of lying on the chopping board and being slaughtered!

Luo Chuan was also very imposing at first, and then he remembered the history of the chariot that disappeared without much glory in his previous life. He couldn't help but look at the Lijun Light Cavalry below the restaurant.

The five cavalry led by Li Mu just silently stared at the chariots galloping on the official road, and there was no abnormality.

Gradually, the chariot array approached the city gate, and the person who was in charge of the chariot in the lead clenched his fist with his right hand, and the entire array of chariots slowed down until all ten meters in front of the city gate stopped.

Then one of the dozen golden-armored cavalrymen who had previously rode the horse on the Qing Road turned over and got off the horse and came to the chariot led by the leader. Luo Chuan then realized that although they were both golden armor, the armor of this person was obviously more complete, and the key parts such as the helmet and breastplate were engraved with mysterious formation patterns, which was obviously not an ordinary item.

The man looked up slightly, nodding at the person in the chariot with a smile on his face. After a while, the Golden Armored Knight retreated to the side of the official road with a smile on his face.

The man who was in charge of the chariot, clasped his fist and pointed at the sky with his right hand, then smashed it towards the city gate, then waved the reins first, and the chariot suddenly started and accelerated into the city gate hole.

Nearly a hundred chariots followed closely behind and it took no time to silence on the official road. It seemed that nothing had happened, only the vague sound from afar reminded people of the reality.

Luo Chuan couldn't help but frown at the outer city. Even though it was almost dark now, there were no pedestrians on the official road of Huaicheng's outer city. He turned his head and saw that the man led by more than ten golden-armored cavalry had already gotten on his horse again, raised his head and looked at him without leaving any remaining son.

"Okay, it's time to leave after watching the show," the old man in black robe raised his hand and drank the last glass of wine, and stood up and nodded at the old coachman, "I don't know when it will be next time I meet again. Brother Luo... take care of him."

The old coachman also slowly stood up and clasped his fists at the old man in black robe, "Take care."

The old man in black robe smiled and turned around and walked slowly to the restaurant.

The young man in white robe who had been sitting by the window without saying a word also stood up and walked out. He had just taken two steps and stopped again. He turned his head sideways and looked at Luo Chuan for the first time, "I am Yan Zhuo."

Luo Chuan was stunned and then bowed, "Hello Brother Yan."

The young man in white nodded with satisfaction and said, "You must be careful." After saying that, he didn't go to see Luo Chuan's reaction, and turned around and went downstairs.

Behind them, the "guests" at the other two tables on the second floor of the restaurant stood up and left. In a moment, only the old coachman and Luo Chuan were left on the second floor of the restaurant.

Outside the window.

Night falls.
Chapter completed!