When night fell, the lights on the streets of the capital were lit up one by one, and soon there was a Milky Way reflecting each other.

There are a lot fewer people in the night market than before, because there was an attack on Xue Qing, until a few days ago, there was a curfew, and the soldiers and horses outside the city have been running to search, and later Wang Xiangye thought that the curfew would lose the face of the court, but the tense atmosphere of the court was not lifted, and the confrontation of asking Qin Tangong to resign was more and more inspiring, and the atmosphere of the court was becoming more and more tense.

Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, something big will happen, and the officials are cautious in their words and deeds, and prohibit their sons and nephews from going out, especially in and out of places where dogs and horses are sound.

Li Huixian in the Drunken Immortal Building looked at the men and women wandering in the hall, her business here was not affected in any way, thanks to Xue Qing's article hanging in the hall, their Drunken Immortal Building was not just a place of sound and lust.

In addition to Xue Qing's articles, there are many other people's, and there are often literary meetings in front of the high platform in the hall, where a group of people write articles and hang them for everyone to comment on and appreciate the high and low.

"Grandma, a lot of poems have been named after our Drunken Immortal Building recently. A man said happily, "It's really a recitation in everyone's mouth." ”

Many of these literary societies will write the location of the poem composition in the article poem.

"Grandma, our Drunken Immortal Building is going to last for a hundred years. The other man laughed.

Li Huixian leaned on the railing and said: "The old lady won't be able to see it after a hundred generations..." While shaking the money bag in his waist, the money inside rattled.

The two men also laughed, and there was also laughter downstairs, accompanied by jingling rings, and saw Chunxiao in bright makeup holding the piano and swaying.

"Daughter. Li Huixian had already leaned over and beckoned, "Is there a guest tonight?"

Chunxiao hugged the piano and looked up, and smiled sweetly: "Mother, just go to play the piano, don't be tired, it's rare for the old man to come over, I can't see it." ”

A man immediately attached his ear and introduced to Li Huixian who this old man was..... A small official of the Five Cities Terracotta Division, when Chunxiao first came to the capital, he loved to show people in men's clothes, and he was deeply interested in the soldiers, and he often cheered Chunxiao at that time.

Li Huixian smiled even more happily, waved his hand at Chunxiao, and smiled at the man next to him: "They all say that bitches are ruthless, that's because only in this way can they survive in the Qinglou, this is what everyone understands and follows, we Chunxiao, but we are sentient, dare to do things that others dare not do, amazing." ”

"It's not good if it's amorous. A man said that there are many amorous women in the Qinglou, and the end is miserable.

Li Huixian snorted and said, "You really don't understand, there is a difference between affection and affection, our Chunxiao is not a simple person." Looking at the girl swaying away with a smile, "Now that Xue Zhuangyuan is famous, but she is not arrogant, even if she doesn't see Master Lu and the others, what can she say about her?"

In this way, the two men also followed, and saw Chunxiao standing in front of the door of a room, and the acquaintance in front of the door opened the door attentively, and at the same time shouted that Chunxiao was coming, and there was an uproar as the door opened.

"It's really invited, you really have a face. ”

"I was able to see Chunxiao Niang..."

The voice poured out, and Chunxiao by the door grinned, lifting her skirt and stepping over the threshold.

"Chunxiao is not a fairy, a demon, a demon, a monster, how can you not see it?" she said with a delicate smile.

The laughter inside was even stronger, and the acquaintance closed the door to block out the noise.

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The night was fading, and when the sky was about to dawn, the drunken immortal building also fell into silence.

There was a light in Chunxiao's room, and the girl who had not yet removed her makeup was lying in front of the dressing table, writing a few small words on the rouge paper with an eyebrow pencil, and looking carefully at the fact that there were soldiers and horses in northern Xinjiang outside the capital.

After writing, put the rouge paper into a roll of paper scrolls, put the paper shaft into the long box, raise your hand and pluck a pearl hairpin from the head, the pearl hairpin is stained in the red and greasy at the bottom of the carton and presses, and an inconspicuous small pattern appears.

"Buckle. Chunxiao shouted, while lazily stroking her head and twisting her waist to turn around, looking at the little maid who walked in outside the door, "Send this box of paper back to Yousheng Study, I don't want this anymore, change me with a big paper." ”

The little maid responded, picked up the box, and said: "There have always been people in the Yousheng study store, so I'll go and get a new one for my sister, and I can use it when my sister wakes up." ”

Chunxiao yawned and smiled against the dressing table, and Rao is little maid also saw the joy, and went out happily.

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The sky is getting brighter, Zhang Liantang in the capital Zhizhi Hall has already gotten up, and there are small servants waiting to put on official robes, and today's court meeting involves the impeachment of Qin Tangong, and the Beijing officials will go to the court.

A scholar came in outside the door.

"Young master, Youshengzhai has a new batch of pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and I sent them early. He said, placing a bag on the table.

Zhang Liantang nodded, opened the baggage and looked through it slowly, and finally picked up one of the boxes, took out a small piece of rouge paper, and frowned when he saw the words on it.

"Xue Qing has recently bought pen, ink, paper, and inkstones?" he asked.

The scholar shook his head: "Youshengzhai said that he had gone to send it, but the officers and soldiers guarding outside did not let him approach, and there was no news from it except for that time." ”

Zhang Liantang nodded, put the rouge paper into the incense burner, the fragrance was a little stronger, and the smoke curled in the misty morning light.

Why are there so many soldiers and horses?

Do you want to forcibly take down Qin Tangong? Or does Qin Tangong want to take down the person who framed him?

It doesn't matter who takes whom, and why?

Today's court meeting is going to be very lively.....

Xue Qing, does he know?

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When Xue Qing knew, the stars in the sky had not yet dispersed.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves in the yard, the capital is southern, even though the cold branches and leaves are still condensed, but at this time this condensation makes people look a little chilly.

"It's not winter yet, it's so cold. Si Brown kicked the door open, walked in with his hands in his hands and complained, and became even more angry when he saw that there was only a bowl of hot tea on the table, "What about the mutton soup?

Xue Qing stood aside, decorating the wounded cloth to decorate his face, throwing the official robe next to him, and only hummed when he heard the words.

"Xue Qing, there is no danger in the imperial city in the imperial city, and there is no heavy crossbow machine hidden, but I can tell you, that Qin Tangong himself is the most powerful killing weapon, you don't need me. Mr. Four Brown snorted.

Xue Qing said in a loud voice: "But if you don't kill Qin Tangong for me, and if you don't come out to save me when I'm about to be killed, what do you use?"

Mr. Si Brown glared, opened his mouth to refute something, but there was nothing to say, and finally said, "That's the Imperial City!"

Xue Qing tilted his head and smiled: "I hope that Duke Qin Tan will kill me in the imperial city." ”

"He's not so stupid to kill you in public, and you're not so stupid to kill you, but," he snorted, "If there's danger in the Imperial City, you might need my help when you want to run." ”

Xue Qing picked up the official robe and put it on, and the robe flew and fell to cover the iron bar in Xue Qing's waist.

"No, I don't. She said, "I have taken a good look at the map of the imperial city you gave me, and there are many places to run and escape." After that, he straightened his shirt and stepped out, "I'm going to the court." ”

The officers and soldiers who used to guard outside the door were all withdrawn, only four men carried the sedan chair to stand, Xue Qing got on the sedan chair, and then wrapped in a thick cloak, only revealing a bloodless little face, the four men carried the sedan chair faster and more steadily than the carriage, silently walking along the street, not to the imperial city but into Chen Sheng's mansion.

At dawn, the prime minister's guard of honor appeared in front of the imperial city, and the officials who walked in front of the imperial city and prepared to go to the court immediately parted like the sea water.

The horses that Chen Sheng usually rode were still walking in the middle, but the officials who seemed to be surprised all showed their looks.

What about Chen Shengren?

Why is there only horses and no one?

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The morning light was shining, and the cicada clothes also walked out of the house, either to choose a seat or to be loyal, she always got up very early in the Song family, walked to Song Ying's residence as in the past, asked Song Ying about eating, drinking and sleeping, checked her face, and watched Song Ying eat a bowl of tonic soup and start to take care of Mrs. Song's upcoming funeral, she will retire.

But when I arrived at Song Ying's courtyard today, it was quiet, and there was no little girl standing under the corridor.

Song Ying is not a person who sleeps late, especially during her mother's funeral.

What's going on?

Cicada Yi stopped in surprise, there was a sound of footsteps behind her, and she looked back to see the two little girls walking by with fruit plates, which were placed in front of Mrs. Song's spirit, and she hurriedly called for it.

Before she could speak, the two little girls understood.

"Aunt Chan is here to see Miss. They said, "Mademoiselle is out." ”

So early in the morning, and at this time, where did Song Ying go out? The cicada was puzzled, and subconsciously clenched his hand, a little uneasy.

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(I can't do it, ha, it's nothing, it's just a few things that don't go well, and I'm in a bad mood, and it's over after a sleep.) ）