Chang'an.
Chang'an!
Shen Le's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the soaring towers before him, unable to bear even blinking. He was back!
He had come back again!
This suit of iron armor had actually been willing to let him see Chang'an once more!
"Hey, what are you standing around for?" Someone suddenly shoved him, making him stagger. Shen Le turned and saw a very familiar, stubble-covered face staring at him.
The old soldier who had once traveled the road with him, warmed himself shoulder to shoulder with him by the fire, slept crammed into the same tent, and shared the same flatbread with him grinned, showing his teeth.
"Come on! Let's go feast!"
"A feast?" Shen Le was stunned. Before he had recovered from the shock of the sudden change of scene, his mouth was already flooding with saliva. There was a banquet to attend?
What kind of banquet?
A grand feast? A small drinking party? Which household was hosting it—a prince, a duke, or some other distinguished noble family?
If it was a Shaowei Banquet, this did not seem to be the season for the imperial examinations. As for whether some high-ranking official or chancellor had been promoted, that was beyond the scope of his information.
In any case, food was always good. Shen Le swayed as he mounted his horse and followed the group out, keeping his ears pricked as they went. After listening for a while, he finally figured out whose house they were going to eat at today.
The host was also a famous general—well, a famous general of that era. His surname was Li, his given name Sheng, and he served as the troop commander of the Shence Army.
He was said to be a member of the Longxi Li Clan, one of