The eleventh year of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The caravan slowly arrived at the gate of Chang'an City. Among them, a man with a curly brown beard looked up at the city wall and let out a loud exclamation.

"Oh, my God! There is such a magnificent city in the world? What a gift from God!"

Pedestrians passing by looked sideways, but few could understand his words.

"Come into the city, Marco." Another older Hu man said, "When I arrived last time, this was still the great Mongolian country, but now it has become a new country."

"I want to meet this new monarch so that I can learn more about this mysterious ancient Eastern country."

"Believe me, Marco, you must take back this damn idea. We don't know this monarch who may be cruel enough to break our necks. He may be a rebel, do you understand?"

"Dear uncle, I believe he will be a benevolent monarch. When I passed through his gates, I already felt the kindness."

"It's up to you, my reckless nephew. If we die here, there will be a man in faraway Venice who will thank you, because it was your suggestion that allowed your aunt to remarry."

"Look, that person must be a noble, maybe a prince..."

~~

A group of people came out of the city. It was a handsome young man traveling with his entourage.

"Move quickly, we have already arrived at the Weihe Pier."

The leading young man was fourteen or fifteen years old, and he couldn't wait to get on his horse as soon as he left the city gate.

As soon as the horse started running, suddenly, a bearded barbarian bumped into him on the side of the road.

"Hush!"

The young man's equestrian skills were extremely superb. With a pull of the reins, the horse raised its front hooves and stopped running.

This was actually a rather dangerous move, but fortunately the young man sat firmly on the horse and did not fall off.

His entourage hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Who are you and why did you attack my young husband?"

What they responded to was a series of gibbering words.

Afterwards, an interpreter came up and said, "Don't be surprised, Mr. Xiaolang. This is a businessman from a country far to the west. He doesn't understand the customs."

At this moment, the bearded man hurriedly talked a lot.

The interpreter then added: "He said his name was 'Marco Polo' and that he came from far away Venice. In his hometown, people travel by boat. He admires the culture of the great eastern country very much."

The young man on the horse was actually in a hurry and looked towards the official road from time to time, but he still listened patiently to these words.

"I hope you have a smooth journey in Chang'an. If you encounter any trouble, you can come to me and go to Chongren Academy to find 'Gao Yi'."

"Okay, I'm sorry for delaying you."

The interpreter was still bowing and saluting, but Marco Polo behind him was very enthusiastic and talked a lot more.

"He said that Lang Jun must be a noble prince. In his country, even the king does not have half the nobility of Lang Jun..."

Li Changyi smiled politely and drove away.

…

After finally arriving at the Weishui Pier, Li Changyi searched for it while walking around, and finally found the ship with the "Fujian Road" flag. He quickly got off his horse and hurried over.

Before anyone could reach the boat, they heard a loud voice speaking.

"Now that I'm back in Chang'an, I have to make a big bowl of noodles. I haven't tasted them for four years. It's really weird."

Li Changyi looked around and saw that the person speaking was tall and majestic, it was Liu Jinsuo.

He rushed over and stood in front of Liu Jinsuo with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Liu Jinsuo glanced at him and walked straight over. As he walked, he said to his attendant Digu: "What a handsome young man. He looks familiar."

"The emperor's feet are like this. There are many noble people."

"Hurry and find the carriage. My carriage is coming down soon."

"yes."

"Uncle Liu." Li Changyi could only call him with a smile.

Liu Jinsuo turned around and stared at him with those big eyes for a while, then turned around and looked around to confirm that he was calling him.

"You are...too..."

"Uncle Liu, it's me."

Liu Jinsuo stepped forward and almost hugged Li Changyi, but in the end he didn't dare. He rubbed his hands and couldn't help but said: "I'm so tall, I'm already so tall. I'm afraid that Da Lang won't recognize me after four years."

.”

"Obviously Uncle Liu didn't recognize me."

"Can it be the same? You grow up so fast."

"I have brought the carriage..."

As Li Changyi spoke, he suddenly realized something, turned around, and saw Liu Yao taking Liu Niang's arm and getting off the boat.

After not seeing her for four years, she grew into a graceful young girl. She raised her head and glanced here, then lowered her head shyly.

~~

On the way back.

Li Changyi and Liu Jinsuo rode side by side and chatted for a while about the customs and customs of Fuzhou. Looking back, they saw a little boy sticking his head out of a carriage, so they deliberately slowed down their horses and walked beside the carriage.

"Liu Pei? Do you still remember me?"

"Well... let me think about it, you are His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Then you don't remember playing with us before?"

"Remember, Wu Lang, Liu Lang, Qi Lang, and Eighth Lang, I had the best time playing with them." Liu Pei then remembered and asked, "Where are they?"

"You can go to Taiping Academy to find them in the evening. Except for Chang Sui, they are all still studying."

"Okay, I have written letters to them."

Li Changyi smiled and said: "I also wrote to you, have you received it?"

Liu Pei was stunned for a moment and said, "You and your sister obviously write letters to each other, several times a month."

"I want you to talk more." Liu Yao finally couldn't help but pulled her brother away from the car window and sat over herself.

She straightened her hair that was blown by the wind around her ears, looked at Li Changyi for a while, and said, "It's only been a few years, and you're suddenly taller than me. Why didn't you mention it in the letter?"

"The paper is short, but there are many things to mention."

"I heard that many people want to choose a princess for you."

Li Changyi smiled and shook his head.

Liu Yao glared at him dissatisfied and said angrily: "What's so funny?"

"I laugh that some people rushed because of this..."

"Say it again!"

"Okay, don't say anything. Anyway, the candidate for the Crown Princess has been decided."

"who?"

"The emperor said that as long as the conditions are right, the prince can like it, but he has to ask whether the other lady agrees."

~~

Half a month later, Chongren Academy.

Li Changyi handed in today's homework and was about to leave when a classmate suddenly arrived and said, "Gao Yi, someone is looking for you. He is a foreigner with a curly beard."

"Marco Polo?" Li Changyi thought for a moment and then remembered who it was.

Although that day was delayed a little, he didn't hate the other party.

After all, it is a pleasure in itself to listen to foreigners enthusiastically praising their own country.

After not seeing each other for half a month, Marco Polo had already learned a few simple Chinese sentences.

"Your Excellency Gao Yi, I know you must be a noble, and I want to be friends with you."

Li Changyi smiled and said: "Okay, how are you enjoying your stay in Chang'an?"

For the subsequent dialogue, Marco Polo still needed an interpreter.

But it can be seen that his admiration for this ancient eastern country has increased countless times.

"It's so amazing! Everything is so incredible, the great skills, the wonderful operas, the gorgeous cloth, the rich life, oh! It's simply heaven... Please forgive my rashness, I can't help but feel sorry for you

I am amazed by this great country.”

Li Changyi was a humble man, but he accepted such praise calmly and said: "China, China, has a vast land and abundant resources. It is true."

"Oh, I have become a fan of Guan Hanqing's plays! Mr. Gao Yi, have you ever seen his plays? I watched the entire "Single Sword Club" in the Grand Liyuan in the south of the city last night. It was really great..."

Marco Polo talked for a long time and finally said: "Oh God, I'm afraid I won't be able to understand all these miracles in my lifetime."
To be continued...