The next morning, the snow stopped.

The world covered in silver makes people feel refreshed.

While waiting for breakfast, Zhao Ling and others stood in front of the inn and watched the snow scene.

Jin Yuanbao said: "Since it starts to snow, the weather will definitely not be good for a while. If you encounter heavy snow on the road, it will be bad. Why not take a break in the inn for a few days. Anyway, it is only five or six days away from Zhangye, and it will not be delayed."

Yang Yucheng thought the opposite.

"It is only five or six days away from Zhangye that I think it's better to leave early." He smiled, "Even if I encounter heavy snow and snow on the way, it's nothing great. I gritted my teeth and got through it. When I arrived in Zhangye, I was fine. I always felt a little uneasy when I stayed on the road like this!"

If Zhao Ling's nature follows, he agrees with Yang Yucheng's approach.

Even if it is windy and snowy, it is nothing great.

But when he thought of Fu Tingyun, he hesitated again.

A man next to him smiled gently and said, "Why don't you go to Zhangye with us?"

Everyone turned around and saw the Datong Master Ye standing next to them with a smile, with five or six people following him who looked like officials.

Seeing Zhao Ling turn around, Master Ye smiled and said, "Our caravan has guides who have been walking around this area all year round, and there are camels. If there is a heavy storm and snow, there will be a cover. What do you think?" He looked at Zhao Ling with bright eyes.

Zhao Ling thought of the dispute yesterday... I guess Mr. Ye heard something... and said with a smile, "Then Mr. Ye will be tired of me."

Mr. Ye was obviously a little surprised: "Young Master knows my surname is Ye?"

Zhao Ling said: "Last time Mr. Ye left the inn, we entered the inn and heard what the inn shopkeeper said."

Mr. Ye laughed and formally introduced himself to Zhao Ling: "My name is Shuixin, and his courtesy name is Shangcheng. He is the third shopkeeper of Datong. If the little brother does not dislike me, I would call him the third shopkeeper."

Zhao Ling is half a businessman and has instinctive respect for businessmen, but she will not underestimate herself. She smiled and said, "I dare not" and said, "My surname is Zhao and my name is Ling. I am ranked ninth at home. Brother Shang Cheng just calls me Zhao Jiu."

Mr. Ye bowed and bowed first: "Brother Zhao."

The two of them politely talked about the weather. The manager of the Ye family asked Mr. Ye for breakfast. Mr. Ye enthusiastically invited Zhao Ling and others, but Zhao Ling politely declined.

Yang Yucheng looked at Mr. Ye’s back and was a little excited: “We are really walking with Mr. Ye?”

Chase is a legend in the business world.

Jin Yuanbao glared at him: "Are you a little promising? You are now Junmao."

Yang Yucheng thought of the green-clothed family, and his waist was quite straightened, but he still muttered in a low voice: "Don't I think people from Datong are very powerful!" He said again, "This Mr. Ye is so good to Master Jiu, can't he have any idea of ​​attacking Master Jiu?"

"What's the idea of ​​Mr. Ye?" Zhao Ling smiled and said, "I'm just a small general bannerman. I can form such a large caravan like them and do trade in the north and south for thousands of miles. There are people behind it. At least I have to be a third-rank chief official. They just don't want to cause trouble." He said, "Okay. Businessmen are convenient for others and for themselves. There is no need to think about so much. Why not do such convenience? Go and pack up quickly, we can go on a hurry."

The group each had breakfast and set off together.

Mr. Ye was not particularly enthusiastic about Zhao Ling, nor was he indifferent. Everything seemed natural and friendly. Everyone talked and laughed and talked about the scenery along the way. Mr. Ye traveled around the world and knew a lot. Although Zhao Ling was young and light, he could make up for anything Mr. Ye said, which surprised Mr. Ye secretly. He was kinder to Zhao Ling's attitude and there was a little respect.

The heavy snow fell and stopped. It was obvious that the road was inconvenient, but there was no particularly heavy wind and snow. The stay was smooth along the way. However, after walking two days more than the scheduled itinerary, we arrived in Zhangye.

The majestic city walls and the city silhouettes that stretched for several miles made Fu Tingyun, who quietly lifted the curtains and looked out, staring at her eyes wide.

Zhao Ling turned around and saw white jade-like fingers exposed on the blue car curtain.

He couldn't help but smile slightly.

Mr. Ye rode his horse over and said, "Brother Zhao, why don't you follow me to the Shanxi Guild Hall to stay? Our Shanxi Chamber of Commerce will have people who are stationed in Zhangye. If you have any questions, you will have someone to call me."

Zhao Ling smiled and said, "I heard that Zhangye Zhaixing Tower is built on the slope, and you can overlook Zhangye City..."

Mr. Ye laughed as he heard this: "Zhangye is one of the nine sides, a military fortress. How can people look at Zhangye City? It's just that the terrain is a bit high."

Zhao Ling insisted on going to Zhaixing Tower to rest.

After all, the friendship is short, Master Ye no longer said anything and lined up to enter Zhangye City.

Crowded in the bustling and chaotic crowd, they found Zhaixing Tower located on the bustling street in Zhangye.

As Mr. Ye said, the Zhaixing Tower is just a little higher foundation.

Zhao Ling was very satisfied and asked the shopkeeper to find him a few rooms facing the street.

The shopkeeper was in a little embarrassed.

Yang Yucheng whispered: "Jiu Master, it's not safe to go to the street..." He didn't have to persist.

"This is Zhangye." Zhao Ling smiled, "We are not merchants either."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Yang Yucheng stopped saying anything.

"One room is OK." Zhao Ling smiled and said to the shopkeeper, "I am willing to pay double the money."

Yang Yucheng and others were a little puzzled.

The shopkeeper thought for a while, called a guy to whisper a few words. The guy left and paid the deposit. The guy came back and said with a smile: "There is still a room on the street. Please wait for a while. The guest is about to check out."

Everyone knows that the shopkeeper told the tenant to make room, pretending that he didn't know, he chatted casually there.

Yang Yucheng suddenly rushed out of the inn after a few steps, and brought a man in like an eagle catching a chicken.

"What did you do with us all the way?" He threw the man to the ground with great effort.

The man didn't get up for a long time.

Fu Tingyun felt like he was disgusted, but Zheng San recognized that this person was one of the people in the green family, and immediately came to Zhao Ling and said a few words.

Zhao Ling also recognized it, but Zheng San's cleverness still made him very satisfied. He nodded at Zheng San with relief, and then asked the man coldly: "What do you hundred households ask you to follow us?"

His expression was cold, and his sharp eyes shot at the man like an arrow, causing the man to shivered. But when he thought of the person who asked him to come, he felt a little more confident. He said, "We Baihu said, "A small general flag is not qualified to go to the Gansu General Palace to report. Let me see if you are true or false?" Speaking of this, he remembered the words of Shi Baihu, "Only thousands of households are qualified to go to the General Palace to report in person", and became more suspicious of Zhao Ling, and his tone became tougher, "It's fine if you are real, if it's fake," he snorted coldly, "We Lord Feng will definitely let you go without a fight!"

Fu Tingyun didn't know this, and he couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this.

It can be seen that Shaanxi Dusi still treated Zhao Ling differently.

If the people above do not pay attention to them, it will be difficult for them to make a name for themselves. If they want to transfer to other Dusi, they will be afraid that they will not even find any way.

Like the maids and mothers in the Fu family. As long as they can show their faces from time to time in front of the mistresses and have some good jobs, they will put some effort into the mothers in charge. At that time, the mothers in charge will probably get what they can do.

This time I went to Gansu General's Office to report, and I had to find a way to get in touch with the people in the General's Office.

Fu Tingyun thought, and heard Zhao Ling sneer, "Since you Feng Baihu wants to see clearly, I will let him see clearly." He shouted loudly, "Yucheng" and said, "You find him a guest room to stay. We will bring him when we go to the Gansu General Mansion to report." His voice was low, gloomy, with a biting chill, "When he sees it clearly, we will calculate the account carefully." Obviously, we are not going to give up with Feng Baihu.

The man shivered.

Yang Yucheng laughed and carried the man's collar: "Let's go, I'll find you a guest room." He dragged him back.

The man became scared and shouted: "Do you know who we Lord Feng are? He is the eighth son of the Marquis of Xiping..."

Yang Yucheng paused, but Zhao Ling was unmoved.

Now that things have come to this point, if they surrender, they will only be humiliated in vain.

Yang Yucheng also figured it out and simply said, "Don't worry, if you hit you, our grandfather will naturally talk to the Queen of Xiping." He dragged him down without any mercy.

Although Fu Tingyun didn't know who this Xiping Hou was, being able to be threatened by this man was not a simple character.

She couldn't help but have a headache.

Before he could report to the Gansu General Office, he first got into Mo Yi and then got into Feng Baihu...

Zhao Ling jokingly comforted her: "I am not jealous of others." He also said, "Marquis Yingchuan is a wealthy family in Kyoto. Marquis of Xiping has been guarding Ganzhou for generations. No matter how capable I have, I cannot make both of them like me. Besides, I was recommended by Master Sixteen, and I always have to choose."

When he went to Shaanxi Dusi to report, he was probably marked as Yingchuan Hou.

Fu Tingyun learned the art of balance in the inner house since elementary school, and emphasized seeking common ground in different ways and being harmonious.

She couldn't help but sigh.

Perhaps, this is the difference between the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard!

Zhao Ling smiled and waved to her: "Follow me!"

Fu Tingyun followed him and followed him into the street-facing guest room.

Zhao Ling pushed open half of the window and pointed to the window: "Look!"

Outside the window was a street, with Persians wearing white robes holding tall camels, with scimitars hanging around their waists, with two long bearded men, countless braids, four-blank hats, leather armor, and water jugs, and returning women in groups of three or five, moving back to the streets, crowded with people and loud voices, and everyone said something she couldn't understand, which was very lively.

"This..." Fu Tingyun realized something, but was afraid that she was too concerned. She pursed her lips and looked at Zhao Ling nervously.

"I am just a small general flag of Zhuanglangwei. After I go to the General Office to report, I am afraid I will come to Zhangye in the future." He looked at Fu Tingyun with a look of water, "I am going to stay in Zhangye for a few days to clear all the relationships that can be resolved. You are here, I am my 'fiancee'. I probably don't have time to accompany you on the street. If you are bored, open the window and relax!"

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