In the Great Qin Dynasty, the official roads closer to the imperial city were wider and more solid, but there were also more people. Even riding a horse, one couldn't speed up much.,There are too many things happening in the Jianghu, Zhang Liyang doesn't want to get involved. As long as the other party doesn't provoke him, Zhang Liyang is too lazy to pay attention.,Watching the man slam his fist on the table and bellow, the innkeeper wore a plastered smile. He hastily explained himself before darting into the kitchen to lend a hand.。