Outside the city of Bianliang, five men were traveling along the road on small donkeys.
"Young Master, why must we ride these little donkeys? It’s far too slow," said Bao Butong. They had already been traveling for several days from Quancheng to Bianliang; if they had been riding horses, they would have arrived in two or three days. Why suffer like this?
"Going from Bianliang to Luoyang is one thing, but arriving in Bianliang requires care! Bianliang is the capital of the Great Song; is this a place where you can just run wild?" Murong Fu glared at Bao Butong, who immediately fell silent.
Chapter 19