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Chapter 568 Lobbyist

They were in Chang'an before.

Secretary Zhao Yu heard Lan Ling say that they, father and daughter, received official titles together in Chang'an. Lan Rong became the chief officer of Nanyang, and Lan Ling was also awarded the rank of sixth-rank captain.

According to the practice of the Tang Dynasty, honorary positions without great merit were usually granted after the New Year, so Lan Ling was probably still waiting in Chang'an.

Let me see what time the earliest ticket is.

Zhao Yushu caught the morning bus and after dozing off on the hard seat for five or six hours, he arrived at the most famous ancient capital in the history of Dongda University.

Chang'an was not unfamiliar to Zhao Yushu. He had been there many times, no matter which world it was.

Similarly, no matter which world it is, Chang'an is very big and crowded, and it is not easy to find someone in the vast crowd.

But as long as we are sure that the person is here, it is just a matter of time.

After getting off the train, Zhao Yushu tried to call home and Boss Gu again, but as expected, no one answered.

Zhao Yushu believed that even if he went home to look for them, he would not be able to find them. These people existed just to persuade him to stay. Until he was sure that he would not leave, these people would not appear again.

There is only one last step left, finding Lan Ling.

Before, Boss Gu and Rulan both took the initiative to find me. Will Lan Ling do the same?

Zhao Yushu thought of the phone call without a caller ID. The probability was very high that he had come to Chang'an, so there would definitely be instructions for the next step.

Chang'an's water basin mutton is very famous, and has been famous for more than a thousand years. Zhao Yushu randomly found a small shop where locals were queuing up, drank a sip of the hot mutton soup, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

The New Year is coming soon, and it's very cold in the north. Although I was not afraid of cold or heat when I was a monk, I can still feel a little chilly now.

It is best to drink hot soup at this time. All worries will be temporarily dispelled by this mouthful of warm soup just like the coldness.

This is the shortest comfort.

The phone rang suddenly and unexpectedly.

Still can't recognize the incoming call.

"Lan Ling."

Zhao Yushu answered the phone.

"Where are you?"

"Changan, where are you?"

"Daming Palace."

Beep, beep, the phone was hung up again.

Daming Palace?

The Daming Palace is long gone, and now only its ruins remain. According to what is said online, the so-called ruins are nothing more than a replica of a city gate and some earthworks.

In other words, it is now a park.

Will Lan Ling be waiting for me in the park?

Then why don't you just come and see me?

Zhao Yushu drank the mutton soup in a few gulps, wiped his mouth and got on the subway. He had a feeling that the journey to see Lan Ling would not be smooth.

Where will the first obstacle begin?

On the subway.

Unfortunately for Zhao Yushu, he got off the train at around six o'clock, had his meal and took the subway just in time to catch the morning rush hour.

Chang'an's morning rush hour is not as exaggerated as those in Beijing and Shanghai, but since it has the word "rush hour" in it, it is naturally not much different.

Zhao Yushu was swaying as he held onto the ring with his hands. With his current ability, he wouldn't fall even if he stood up, but he still had to pretend.

As soon as the train stopped at a station, few people got off. Instead, another wave of people squeezed in. Complaints came from every door, but there were several exclamations from the door of my own carriage.

Zhao Yushu looked at a handsome young monk in a monk's robe who easily squeezed through the crowd and walked straight towards him.

"Brother Bujie."

Zhao Yushu originally thought that Bujie would be hiding in a temple in Longmen, but he never expected that he would appear in Chang'an, walk into the subway, and find himself as if by positioning.

"Donor, it seems we are destined to be together."

Before the old Bujie smiled and clasped his hands together to bow to Zhao Yushu, some people around him had already taken out their mobile phones and started taking pictures secretly.

Monks are common, but encounters like this one during filming are not common.

"Of course we are predestined. May I ask your Dharma name, Master?"

"Didn't the donor already say that he would not give up?"

"Master Bujie, are you here to persuade me too?"

Bujie looked puzzled: "Persuade? I am just begging for alms."

Zhao Yushu searched his pockets and found that he didn't have much cash left.

“Is WeChat transfer OK?”

"I don't want money."

Zhao Yushu sighed: "What do you want?"

"Does the donor know Po Xun?"

Zhao Yushu's face was solemn: "I know."

"Does the donor know about ghost Buddha?"

Zhao Yushu nodded: "I know."

Bujie raised his head and looked at Zhao Yushu seriously: "There is no Poxun, no ghost Buddha, only Bujie."

Zhao Yushu nodded: "I know what you are going to say. Yes, this place is very good, but the young master said he wanted to beg for alms, but you haven't told me what to beg for."

"Such a prosperous age, such a peaceful world, how wonderful it is. What I want to transform into is in the donor's heart. Farewell."

Another stop arrived. Bujie turned around and calmly squeezed through the crowd to get off the bus.

One stop, three minutes, a few words, and Zhao Yushu almost broke down.

If everyone is here, and I still have to go back to that chaotic world, not to mention the distant ones, Bujie is in Shengci Temple, and he is not much further away from death than I am. Do I really want to kill him with my own hands?

“Brother, are you guys filming a movie?”

A social animal patted Zhao Yushu on the shoulder, very curious.

"Yes, I'm preparing to shoot a costume drama. This is the first episode, and I'm about to travel through time."

Zhao Yushu answered casually.

"Ouch, why don't I see the camera? Where is it hidden? Then we are all considered extras, shall we get lunch?"

Zhao Yushu looked at the serious-looking office worker in front of him and couldn't help but want to laugh: "People are acting, God is watching, if you need a camera, there should be boxed lunches, but I don't know if it's the kind you understand."

"What, what do you mean?"

"Guess what? I'm on the subway. In a normal novel, how would one travel through time in a scene like this?"

The office worker was stunned and stammered: "You, you said, this, this is a box lunch."

"Just kidding."

The car slowly stopped and arrived at the station.

Zhao Yushu smiled at the social animal and followed the large crowd to get off the bus. This was a big station.

This was not the first time Zhao Yushu had seen the Daming Palace. He had been here in his previous life and was here again now. However, compared to the real Daming Palace he had seen in the Tang Dynasty world, even at the end of the dynasty, compared to the yellow building in front of him, Zhao Yushu could only sigh that he had seen too little and his aesthetic taste would never keep up with the pace of today's experts.

I bought a big pass and went in. At this time, the place was basically full of people doing morning exercises and taking their kids for a walk. There was almost no tourist like me.

So the girl in front of me, who was also carrying an exquisite travel bag and taking pictures with her mobile phone, appeared particularly eye-catching.

I have to say, this girl is eye-catching whether she is wearing ancient or modern costumes. Beauty is timeless.

It’s really unexpected that the second level is you.

Zhao Yushu walked over and stood beside the girl.

"What do you mean by this? Are you reminiscing about the past or remembering your ancestors?"

The girl turned around and looked at him puzzledly.

"Don't say you don't know me. Many people have reasons to persuade me to stay, but you don't seem to have any, My Lord Princess."