Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang replied, "No need. If you need anything, you can buy it when you get to Chang'an."

"Uh... okay, then I'll trouble my sister and brother-in-law to take good care of mother and Yuan'er!" Gao Nanfu was a little worried, but he didn't dare to show it.

Princess Pyongyang smiled and replied, "Brother, I'm here, don't worry."

Mrs. Li looked at Gao Nanfu and said, "My dear husband, during the days I'm away from home, please take good care of yourself and father, and don't let father drink too much, as it will harm his health."

Gao Nanfu looked at Li affectionately and said gently, "Don't worry. When you go to Chang'an to visit the market, be sure to hold Yuan'er's hand. Don't lose the child in this unfamiliar place."

Cui placed her hands on her grandson's shoulders and said with a smile, "How can so many adults not look after a child? Don't worry, we will be back after a few days."

After hearing this, Princess Pyongyang immediately said, "No, Mom and sister-in-law must stay in Chang'an for at least half a month. I want to take you to eat all the delicious food in Chang'an, make beautiful clothes for you, and have fun in Chang'an, hehe..."

Gao Nanfu looked at his simple and kind-hearted sister, who still looked like a child, and smiled gently, "Okay, okay, then let mom and your sister-in-law stay in Changning for a few more days and enjoy a peaceful life."

Gao Baoyuan handed the two gray pigeons in his hand to his grandfather Gao Baozang, "Aunt, please help me raise them first. I will play with them when I come back from Chang'an."

Gao Baozang took the gray pigeons and replied with a smile on his face, "Okay, grandson, don't worry. Grandfather will definitely raise them fat for you. When you get to Chang'an, you must be obedient and don't be naughty and cause trouble for your aunt. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand." Gao Baoyuan nodded in response.

Princess Pyongyang took her nephew's hand and said, "What child is not naughty? Don't worry, your aunt will protect you. You can play however you want in Chang'an."

Gao Baozang stood in the corridor, looking at Princess Pyongyang reluctantly. His voice was a few notes lower than usual, with uncontrollable worry: "Yan'er, if you miss home, just send someone to deliver a letter."

Princess Pyongyang looked at her father Gao Baozang, her eyes gleaming with tenderness as she nodded gently, "Don't worry, Dad. I will often send letters to you and your brother to let them know I'm safe."

Lin Lang bowed and said, "Father-in-law, I bid you farewell!"

Gao Baozang replied with a smile: "Come often in the future to see my dear son-in-law off."

"Goodbye, brother!" Lin Lang bowed to Gao Nanfu.

Gao Nanfu returned the greeting with a smile, "Farewell, brother-in-law, and have a safe journey."

Lin Lang looked at Princess Pyongyang and said, "My beloved, hold your mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and Yuan'er tightly. We are leaving now."

Princess Pyongyang immediately opened her arms, first embraced her mother Cui, then reached out and pulled her sister-in-law Li, and finally hugged her nephew Gao Baoyuan between the two of them.

"Mom, sister-in-law, when we get to Chang'an, let's go eat Jianbingguozi, Hu La Tang, Xiao Long Bao, and Snail Noodles, hehe..." Princess Pyongyang was very happy.

Cui was held tightly by her daughter, her hand subconsciously clenching her grandson's small hand. Her voice was filled with a hint of anxious anticipation: "Yan'er, this... this magical power can really make it to Chang'an in the blink of an eye?"

Princess Pyongyang smiled and replied, "Well, Your Majesty, a thought can travel thousands of miles. In no time, we'll be in Chang'an."

Li hugged her son tightly, with nervousness in her eyes, but more of a longing for a strange and distant place.

Only Gao Baoyuan struggled in his mother's arms, turning his little head to look at Lin Lang, waving his hands: "Uncle, please use your magic! I want to see what it's like to fly to Chang'an!"

At this time, Sun Yizhen walked to Lin Lang's side, naturally put her arms around his waist, rested her chin on his shoulder and smiled softly: "Your Majesty, I am looking forward to seeing the bustling scene on the streets of Chang'an."

Lin Lang raised his hand and patted Sun Yizhen on the back, and a warm golden light immediately lit up in his palm. The light slowly spread out, enveloping Cui, Li, Princess Pyongyang and Gao Baoyuan like a layer of gauze.

"Everyone hold on tight, let's go!"

As soon as Lin Lang finished speaking, the golden ball of light suddenly tightened. The next second, with a "whoosh", the figures of several people disappeared out of thin air. Only a faint golden light that had not yet dissipated in the air remained in the courtyard.

Only Gao Baozang and Gao Nanfu were left standing there, their eyes wide open and their mouths open for a long time.

Gao Nanfu rubbed his eyes and took two steps forward. Looking at the empty courtyard, his voice trembled, "Wow! Is this really the immortal technique of traveling thousands of miles with a single thought?"

Gao Baozang's Adam's apple moved, and it took him a long time to find his voice. His tone was filled with disbelief and shock: "Oh my God! They are coming from Anton to Chang'an already?"

"Who would believe such a fantastic story?"

"If my father and I hadn't seen it with our own eyes, even if someone else had told me about it, I wouldn't have believed that such magic really existed in the world!"

Gao Baozang looked again at the place where the ball of light had just disappeared, gestured with his hand, and couldn't help but sigh: "Wow! No wonder Lin Lang was able to lead the Tang army to unify the Chaoxian Peninsula. It turns out he knows immortal arts and is no ordinary person."

Gao Nanfu exclaimed: "Yes!"

"In that case, our Gao family will not surrender even if we are defeated by Lin Lang. After all, we are just mortals, how can we compete with immortals and sorcerers?" Gao Nanfu seemed to be completely convinced.

When Gao Baozang saw his daughter disappear in an instant, the lonely expression on his face could not be hidden. He sighed deeply, and the bitterness in his throat took a long time to subside.

Perhaps only a father whose daughter marries far away can understand the reluctance to say goodbye to his daughter at this moment.

At the same time, on the snack street next to Chang'an West Market, a cloud of fog dissipated at the corner of the street.

Lin Lang landed first, holding Sun Yizhen's hand.

Cui, Li and Gao Baoyuan, who was held in the arms of Princess Pyongyang, followed closely behind.

As soon as my feet touched the bluestone pavement, a hot air mixed with the aroma of oil, noodles and sauce, wrapped in human voices, hit me in the face, instantly dispelling the unreal feeling of time travel.

Gao Baoyuan was stunned at first, then he sniffed hard with his nose, and his eyes lit up.

The little guy broke free from Princess Pyongyang's hand and took two steps forward, then suddenly turned back and grabbed Princess Pyongyang's sleeve, his voice full of joy.

"Auntie, it smells so good! What are these delicious things?"

Princess Pyongyang laughed out loud when her nephew pulled her. She reached out and tapped his nose: "Don't worry, Yuan'er, just order whatever you want to eat. Auntie will buy it for you today. It's enough!"

Gao Baoyuan's eyes were quickly caught by the pancake stall not far away. The sizzling batter on the iron plate was pushed into thin and round shapes by the bamboo helicopter. When the golden egg liquid was poured on it, hot steam with a burnt aroma rose instantly.

He tiptoed to the front of the stall, pointed at the pancakes as thin as cicada wings with his little hand, and clapped his hands in amazement.

"Auntie, look! What is this round, paper-thin thing? It's steaming!"

Princess Pyongyang smiled and replied, "This is called Jianbing Guozi. This whole street of delicious snacks is made with the cooking recipes your uncle brought from Shanghai. You can't eat it anywhere else in the entire Tang Dynasty except Chang'an."

"Aunt, I want to eat pancakes." Gao Baoyuan stamped his feet anxiously.

Princess Pyongyang smiled and raised her hand to beckon the stall owner. "Boss, give me a set. Add more crispy chips and a fried dough stick. Please cut it into four small portions."

"Okay!" The stall owner spread the pancakes skillfully.

Cui and Li, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, were so shocked by the scene that they couldn't move their feet.

There were stalls on both sides of the bluestone road. Some of them had red-painted wooden racks with shiny braised food hanging on them; some had iron pots with boiling mutton soup.

There is also a stall owner grilling cold noodles.

A stall selling Tujia cakes.

A stall selling xiaolongbao.

The fried dough sticks, dough rings, and sesame balls are freshly fried in a big pot, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of oil.

In short, all kinds of modern food and snacks were introduced to Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty by Lin Lang, greatly enriching the ancient food types and catering culture.

Cui raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes filled with amazement, "Oh my God! We actually came to Chang'an from Andong, thousands of miles away, in an instant!"

Li took her mother-in-law's arm and whispered, "Look, there are so many kinds of snacks in Chang'an. Where in Anton have we ever seen such a bustling scene?"

Cui also nodded continuously, her eyes sweeping across a milk tea stall, watching the stall owner scoop snow-white cream into a bamboo cup and sprinkle red dried fruits on it, her tone full of emotion.

"I've only heard people say that Chang'an is prosperous, but I never thought that even the food on the street is so exquisite and the variety of snacks is so rich." Cui felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Lin Lang bought two cups of warm milk tea from the stall next to him and handed them over: "Mother-in-law, sister-in-law, try this. It's called pearl milk tea. It's sweet but not greasy and very delicious."

"Thank you, brother-in-law." Li took the bamboo cup with a straw, took a sip of the pearl milk tea, and immediately praised it, "Wow, this drink tastes great!"

Cui took the porcelain cup, her fingertips touched the warm cup wall, then lowered her head to smell the milky aroma wafting from the cup, tasted the pearl milk tea, and exclaimed in amazement: "It tastes good, but the pearls in this milk tea are edible. It seems that they are not ordinary pearls?"

Son Ye-jeong said with a smile: "The 'pearls' here are made of glutinous rice. They are smooth and taste great."

Lin Lang looked at Sun Yizhen and asked, "My dear, would you like pearl milk tea?"

Sun Yizhen leaned close to Lin Lang and whispered, her eyebrows curved as she replied, "I've never had your Xiaguo-style steamed dumplings and xiaolongbao. I want to try what they taste like."

"Okay!" Lin Lang took Sun Yizhen and walked towards the Xiaolongbao stall ten meters away.

Princess Pyongyang had already spread out the pancakes and cut them into four small portions, which she distributed to her nephew, sister-in-law and mother.

Gao Baoyuan took the pancake and took a big bite. The crispy crust and the aroma of flour spread in his mouth. He mumbled with the food in his mouth, "Delicious! Even better than the rice cakes my mother made!"

It was obvious that the little guy's taste buds were conquered by the food in one bite because it was his first time to eat the modern Tianjin specialty food.

The hot pancake had a crispy and delicious crust, and it was very refreshing to bite into. Li took a bite and found it delicious.

Seeing that her mother Cui also thought the pancakes were delicious, Princess Pyongyang said with a smile: "Today we will try all the delicacies on this street, hehe..."

"Auntie, the small portion of pancake you gave me is too little and not enough!"

Princess Pyongyang gently replied, "Yuan'er, you can't be full of just one snack. You have to save some space and try a little of each snack so that you can taste all the flavors in the food street."

"Okay, I understand, auntie." Gao Baoyuan ate like a greedy cat, enjoying the food so much.

Princess Pyongyang smiled sweetly and said, "Let's go and eat dumplings with Your Majesty. There are dumplings with scallions and pork, beef, and leeks and eggs. They are so delicious!"

Cui followed her daughter, looking at the bustling scene of Chang'an Snack Street, and felt a little melancholy about the demise of her homeland Goguryeo.

But seeing that her grandson and daughter-in-law Li were very happy, Cui also smiled with relief.

For no other reason than that she felt relieved to see her daughter, Princess Pyongyang, living a good life.

At this moment, Li saw two women from Chang'an wearing stockings, denim suspender skirts and high heels. She was stunned.

She quickly covered her son's eyes with her hands and exclaimed in shock, "What kind of thing is this, a prostitute from Chang'an, wearing? This... going out dressed like this, this is too immoral!"

When Cui saw women wearing stockings and short skirts on the streets of Chang'an, she felt as if she had seen aliens and blushed for them.

Seeing this, Princess Pyongyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Sister-in-law, you misunderstood. Those who wear stockings and short skirts are not prostitutes. They are the new fashion in the Tang Dynasty."

"Your Majesty has purchased goods from Shanghai and opened many 'Shamatte' brand clothing stores in Chang'an. These women wearing strange clothes in your eyes are the most fashionable Shamatte girls in the Tang Dynasty!"