The Han Dynasty stipulated that merchants were not allowed to ride cars or wear silk. Zhuo Wangsun was a giant businessman in Shu County and had a huge influence, so no one cares whether he was taking a car or not. However, when he came to Chang'an City, he could only wear robes and become a commoner.

Before the death of King Liang, he asked Han Anguo to go to the Prince's Palace to ask for a meeting, hoping to be Liu Che's human-shaped Terracotta Warriors, but was finally rejected. Unexpectedly, Sima Xiangru did not give up and seemed to have achieved results.

However, ancient people believed in "mysticism". According to the wizard's meaning, they probably wanted to smash these terracotta warriors and horses to avoid being defeated.

In fact, according to Han Yan's meaning, it is better to bury these human-shaped figurines underground. Digging them out in two thousand years is definitely a treasure that shocked the world...

After eating the last bite of rice in the plate, the grilled fish was left with only bones. Han Yan called the young lady to come and pack up the leftovers. He was about to pay for the payment, but he saw someone in the best seat in the flower stage and walked towards him, following him with a beautiful slave, carrying a bag in his hand.

This man was dressed in gorgeous clothes and graceful figure. He looked calm and domineering. His face was solemn and his eyes seemed to have light. He was even bigger than Liu Che's position as the supreme future, and his temperament was as gentle as jade as the king of Hejian, and his temperament was not bad. Han Yan was stunned for a moment. This person made him look familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was, but he must have seen it.

Behind him, Diwu and Zhuo Wangsun had a great time talking to each other. After celebrating tea, Diji pointed to the person who came and said, "Your Madam, let me introduce you to me. This is my friend. He has many friends in Chang'an City. He can do big things and meet very high officials. If you have any questions, you can ask him for help."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Wangsun glanced at Teng and got up quickly. When he saw this posture and temperament, he didn't dare to show off his anger. He was a rich man and had seen countless high-ranking officials and nobles, but no one could have been stronger than the aura of a prince like Teng.

Teng came over and smiled slightly at Zhuo Wangsun, neither humble nor arrogant, nodded to Die, then lifted up his robe and knelt down, placing his airs high. If he gave it to ordinary people and sat down without asking for help, it would be a very rude thing, but Zhuo Wangsun thought it was natural for him, because his spirit was already three points, and he was thinking in his mind whether this person was a prince or a third prince...

Everyone sat down, and Zhuo Wangsun took the initiative to fill the tea with Tun with some enthusiasm and asked respectfully: "Tong Gong, I see that you are so grand and elegant, and I must be a noble person, I don't know you..."

"Oh, you want to ask me about my identity, right?" Teng took a sip of tea slowly, cut off a step, and replied lightly.

"Ah, it's..." Zhuo Wangsun smiled awkwardly.

Tun: "I am just serving Your Majesty, and I am not worth mentioning among the superior nobles of our great Han Dynasty."

Prince Zhuo was surprised. He was serving the emperor, wouldn’t he be close ministers around the emperor?

But I see that although your outfit is luxurious, there is no obvious identity mark.

The three princes and princes must wear crowns, with three beams on the top, and gold seals and purple ribbons.

The nine ministers or two thousand stone officials had two beams, silver seals and green ribbons, and the royal family Liu family also had two beams.

You have nothing, just saying that your Majesty is serving, and you are ambiguous, isn’t it equivalent to not answering? There are so many top figures in the great man. How do I know who you are?

After thinking about it, Zhuo Wangsun asked again: "Which government office do you work in?"

Teng smiled slightly, but did not give a positive answer, but asked, "Who is the current prefect of your Shu County?"

"Premier Ming took office only last year."

"Oh..." Teng responded meaningfully, pretending to be thinking, as if he was flipping through the memories in his mind, then took the bag from his maid, flipped through it, found a door thorn, opened it and handed it to King Zhuo, "It's this person. During the Spring Festival, all officials congratulated His Majesty. I have seen him. He invited me to visit your Shu County, but he was very loyal to His Majesty, so he refused."

Zhuo Wangsun took the door thorn and looked at it. It turned out to be paper. When he opened it, he saw Youming's seal on his head. He immediately became convinced and looked at the tumbler with awe, and his waist was hunched down...

Han Yan has been paying attention to what is behind him. When he took out the door to stab, he looked back and suddenly remembered who this girl was.

The Prince's Palace is not far from the palace. Every winter, heating is a big problem. There will be someone who will manage this matter, check the fireplace and kang in advance, apply pepper mud on the walls, and prepare for wintering.

The prince's uterus was prepared by this girl a few days ago, but they had to wait until the master was not in the room before they could go in for a check-up, so they had not met directly. Even if they saw him, they had to lower their heads and dare not look directly at him and Liu Che. That was very disrespectful.

Thinking of this, Han Yan cursed secretly. The man is really talented. A slave who cares about heating can fool Zhuo Wangsun, who is rich and powerful, is simply funny. He pretends to be too strong and unprecedented. As long as Zhuo Wangsun thinks you are very powerful, he will definitely make a lot of money.

But Teng didn't tell any lies. He really served His Majesty. The door thorn of the prefect of Shu County is also real. If you want to think of him as an awesome person, that is your problem.

The Han Dynasty had the habit of throwing the door to the door, especially during the Spring Festival. It is necessary for the lower-ranking people to throw the door to the superiors and princes. The prefect of Shu County came to Chang'an City and gave the three dukes and nine ministers, and the princes and nobles to throw the door to the door to the princes and nobles. Especially when he went to the palace to do business, he had to take a big door to the door to the door. There was no useless official at the world, and it was always good to be familiar with him. It was not uncommon for idle people to have his door to the door to the door.

So this matter can only be blamed for being too young and living in a corner. Even if you get rich, your knowledge will still not be able to keep up. Moreover, the Diwu and Teng are obviously in the same group. You will introduce people to you and earn money.

Having figured out this, Han Yan looked back at the three people behind him. He couldn't help laughing with a "ha" sound. The sound was so clear in the hall that the dancer on the flower stage stopped dancing, and even the accompanying piano sound came to an abrupt end. People who were still eating seemed to hear the sound...

"Why are you laughing?"

"A person who laughs ridiculously, so he should laugh." He still kept smiling, shook his head and sighed slightly.

In an instant, the gloomy wind flowed back and forth in the air, and the gloomy faces of Tuan and Die intersected with Han Yan's eyes in the solidified atmosphere, and almost burst into fine sparks.

Han Yan's laughter was filled with sarcasm and emotion in his voice. The ridiculous person showed that he knew the foundation of Tun. Exposing others in such an occasion was not only blocking the way for wealth, but also a slap in the face. Tun and Die hated him right now.

Teng looked at the young seeker with a gloomy face. Seeing that he was as rich and jade robe as he was, but without obvious identity, he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"You are also a talented person. You look cowardly on weekdays, but you can pretend to be an old man when you go out. It's a pity to see you. Get out of here, so I won't be happy to deal with you."

Han Yan calmly stood up and tidied up the wide sleeves of Hanfu, with a straight face and ready to leave, but Diwu was unwilling to give up.

Teng is just a little sesame Luo Luo. He will be humble when he is exposed, but he is a noble "wizard" and his reputation is shocking Chang'an. He is known as "Buxian". Even King Zhuo travels thousands of miles to tell fortunes and ask for money. How could he be overwhelmed by a little brat who has no identity?

"You are so unreasonable. Confucianism says: Don't listen to the inappropriate ones. Just eavesdrop on our conversation, but you actually ridiculed me on the spot. Do you not take us seriously?"

"Oh?" Han Yan looked up and down at the wizard standing up and down.

He has a tall figure, with a bunch of patterns embroidered on the outside of the black erotic dress, a wool blanket on his shoulder, a bun on his head, a needle in his hair, an earring, a bracelet, and a collar, looking like a Miao person.

It is said that the Miao people have witchcraft, and it is not clear whether it is true. However, Han Yan is not afraid. He is an atheist. He smiled gently and stared at the narrow eyes of the witch who narrowed their narrow eyes. "According to this, wizards should be respected, but I think you are just a false reputation. Even though you know that Teng is just a little slave in the imperial city, he dares to introduce him to others. In this way, either to seek money or to pay New Year's greetings to the chicken without good intentions. I think you should read the books of sages for two more years before talking about inappropriateness."

"You, you..." Diwu was so angry that he was speechless for a moment because Han Yan was talking about the truth. If he hadn't wanted to make money from Zhuo Wangsun, how could he introduce this costume master?

At this moment, Zhuo Wangsun gradually realized that there were many people who threw door stabs for him during the Chinese New Year, and he would not see them all. The servants saw them first, and only then did the important figures pass the door stab to him, and the rest were cleaned up by the servants. A doorkeeper could also get many door stabs for the big figures.

But when he looked at the temperament of Teng again, he was still a little skeptical. He was too big to say that he was a great official, even if he was the emperor, Zhuo Wangsun felt that it was very likely. Furthermore, Diwu always had to give face to him. These wizards had extraordinary means and could not afford to offend him, so he decided to wait and see. Even if the young man stood up for him, the merchant was pursuing profit. He would not interfere at will until Han Yan showed his identity as an overwhelming witch.

The atmosphere was frozen for a while, and the tension was filled with the storm. Diwu's heart was filled with anger and anger. If it weren't for the large background of this Fugui Building, he would have taken action on the spot. He would have been able to deal with a little kid based on his height and size.

Han Yan didn't care about that much, and he didn't want to find trouble with Diewu and Teng. He really just saw something funny, so he smiled, and there was no other meaning. No matter how Zhuo Wangsun did, he had nothing to do with him. If you don't mess with me, I'm even more lazy to pay attention to you.

After tidying up his sleeves, he walked out of the building. Looking at his cool back and his calm steps, Diwu was angry and didn't care about anything else and shouted loudly: "You are smart and dare to humiliate me. Today I will let you kneel out."

While shouting, he rushed towards Han Yan from behind. Relying on his tall man and big horse, he stretched his arms and wanted to twist Han Yan's neck.

"You dare!"

At the critical moment, a loud shout in front of the Fugui Tower was like thunder, shaking the ceiling, and the dishes on the table seemed to buzz. The soundtracks were buzzing, and the sound of the guqin was not playing, and the loud sound echoed in the hall.

Diwu was stunned and stared at Han Erdan, who was like an iron tower at the door. He was taller and thicker than him. His beard connected to his temples, as powerful as an ancient giant. He was so scared that he didn't dare to move on the spot.

Han Yan was also startled, his ears buzzed, and he whispered: "Why are you calling this high?"

He looked back at the scared Diwu, with a slightly contemptuous curve on the corner of his mouth. He was calm on the surface, but in fact he was panicked and said, "Do you want to touch me?"

"No...no..." Diwu looked at Han Erdan who was walking towards him and replied subconsciously.

"Oh, that's good." Han Yan nodded slightly and responded, then thought for a while and asked again: "You obviously want to touch me, but although you haven't achieved your goal, I think you should apologize."

Diwu blushed. It was a great shame to apologize to others in public, but Han Erdan had already reached out to put his hand on his shoulder. His condescending look down on him gave people a strong pressure, like a mountain of Tai that made his shoulder burn like a fire, making people lose their strength to struggle, and his waist gradually bent. He wanted to try his best to avoid that hand, but he did not dare to struggle violently like a frightened bird, for fear of a thunder attack.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Diwu was groaning in pain and spitting out these words from his mouth with difficulty. The situation was stronger than that of others, so he was talking about it first.

"That's good. If you do something wrong, you must admit it. If there is something, you must correct it. If there is nothing, you must encourage it. This is the virtue that a wizard should have."

After experiencing it lightly, Han Yan took the lead in walking out the door. Han Erdan looked down at Diwu with a cold look, then glanced at the hall, causing everyone to shrink their necks and dare not look directly, so he followed Han Yan's footsteps.

"Your Excellency, you dare to leave a name, and you will be visiting you in another day." Die tried hard to hide the anger in his voice and shouted to Han Yan's back.

"If you ask about my name, you deserve it?"
Chapter completed!