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Yunyang enters the house and finds that it is just an ordinary guest room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info there is a wooden round table in the middle of the room, and there are several embroidered piers next to the table.

Directly north of the room was a bed of elm shelves, covered with a lake-blue gauze tent.

Zhao Yuan looked at the situation in the room and had a plan in his heart. He walked towards the back of the shelf bed, and Yun Yang didn't know what he was going to do, so he had to follow.

When I got to the side of the shelf bed, I saw that the bed did not fit perfectly against the wall, but was one step away.

Zhao Yuan looked back at Yunyang and motioned for her to follow him. Then I walked down the space behind the bed.

After walking two or three steps, Zhao Yuan stopped and touched the wall with his hand, as if he was looking for something. Suddenly, he found a hook ring from the side of the wall, put it on his finger, and pulled it hard.

"Squeak" With a slight opening and closing sound, a door opened on the wall, and Zhao Yuan beckoned Yunyang to hurry in.

Entering this door, Yunyang saw through the faint light that there were several futons inside, as well as some thatch and old furniture. It seems that this is a small warehouse where the inn keeps its miscellaneous items.

The two entered the room, and Zhao Yuan gently closed the door from the inside, but did not close it tightly, leaving a third to observe the situation outside.

This room is very small, and there are a lot of clutter, and the two of them look cramped standing in it.

Zhao Yuan saw that there was a stack of stacked chairs behind Yunyang, and he was afraid that she would bend his waist, so he pressed his body against the wall to leave enough space for her.

Of course, Yunyang knew his intention to do this, although he couldn't speak, but there was a sweet taste in his heart, like eating a lotus root flour cake.

With a smile on his face, Yunyang couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.

By the moonlight, Yunyang looked at Zhao Yuan so carefully for the first time.

He was really tall, seven feet away, and today he wore a moon-white gown with a camel-colored stiff animal skin arrow sleeve wrapped around his forearm.

A two-inch-wide leather belt was tied around his waist, and a black suede pouch hung from it, which looked like some flamming saltpeter folds or something.

Feeling that Zhao Yuan hadn't noticed him, Yun Yang slowly looked up at his face.

He looked to be in his thirties, with thick but faint brown hair, which was tied in a general's bun on top of his head and tied with a black hosta.

In the moonlight, his side face was covered with a pearly halo. A pair of sword eyebrows under a broad, full forehead are alertly raised, almost diagonally inserted into the sideburns. A pair of long, deep eyes stared at the outside, revealing a fierce and decisive light.

The bridge of his nose was straight, and the thin lips under his nose were nervously pursed together. Although he did not have a beard, a faint teal tinge could be seen on his chin.

Suddenly, Yun Yang found that he had been looking at him for so long, and he panicked and lowered his head.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Zhao Yuan rushed out to observe the situation, but he still found that Yunyang's breathing in his ears suddenly became rapid and chaotic. He subconsciously turned around and found Yunyang bowing slightly, his hands twisting the corners of his sleeves.

Zhao Yuan thought that she had encountered a situation that made her feel scared, so her breathing became flustered. So, he whispered: "Don't be afraid, there is me." ”

Hearing his low and magnetic voice, Yunyang's heart warmed, and he raised his eyes to look at him, and was about to speak, but he stopped him with a gesture.

Yun Yang saw that his expression became serious, and his heart sank, and he also pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside.

There was a small sound of footsteps in the hallway, as if someone was stepping on the ground barefoot, and the sound was very slight.

As the footsteps approached, Yunyang smelled a faint smell of leather mixed with horsehair in the air.

Surprised, the footsteps suddenly became faster, and when they walked to the door of the room where Zhao Yuan and the others were, they disappeared.

Yun Yang is no longer in the world, and she knows that there are many strange things here, and listening to the suffocating silence around her, she is so frightened that she doesn't dare to come out.

Zhao Yuan also knew that the situation was very critical at this time, and he had put his hand behind his waist. Hidden in his belt was a soft sword made of Damascus steel.

He pressed his hand to the collapsed spring on his belt, ready to draw his sword at any moment......

Surprisingly, after waiting for a while, the slight footsteps sounded again, farther and farther away, as if walking away.

This time, however, there was a strange sound accompanied by footsteps. It is like a "clang" sound made by many copper rings tied together and colliding with each other.

Hearing this strange voice, Yunyang turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan uneasily. Seeing that his eyebrows were deeply locked, one hand was behind his waist, the other was in front of him, and he was clenching his fists tightly, as if he was even more nervous than himself.

This voice made Zhao Yuan suddenly brighten, and he had a clear judgment of the situation in the dark.

What made the sound of "Clanging" just now was a weapon from the Western Regions, called the "Soul Breaker".

The pestle is oval in shape and has a copper ring hanging from the side. It is made of pig iron, weighs more than 100 catties, specially smashes people's chest and back, a pestle goes down the bones and tendons, and the five organs are broken, and it is a commonly used weapon for the Yanqi people.

The two of them strayed into a "throat-cutting" black market.

To the north of the border of Qi are the countries of the Western Regions, and to the south of the border are the subject states under the rule of the Zhu family.

After the king of Zhou divided the seven pillars of the country, he set aside seven fiefs for them. These seven pillar families multiplied in the fiefdom, and each claimed to be the king.

After more than 2,000 years of baptism, the most powerful Song family established the Song State, which was later destroyed by the Qi State. The Ren family, which originally ruled the Ren country, gradually declined, and the fief was divided among the other five pillar families.

Now there are only the Du family living in Yiguo, the Han family in Korea, the Wei family in Weiguo, the Lu family in Lu and the Guihai family in Yan country.

After the state of Qi gradually became stronger, its territory continued to expand, spanning the entire Central Plains. The five southern kingdoms were completely cut off from the Western Regions. Since then, the trade between the Five Kingdoms and the Western Regions has been interrupted.

Although they were vassal states of Qi, the five southern kingdoms had to pay very high taxes if they wanted to buy and sell horses and furs from the Western Regions. Similarly, if the countries of the Western Regions wanted to buy silk cloth from the south, they also had to pay taxes to the Qi country.

In order to evade taxes, some black markets for underground transactions gradually appeared.

These black markets are very special in that they do not have a fixed location, and in most cases the organizers have rented a restaurant or inn. It is not until the dead of night that the two sides of the transaction appear.

Most of the people who participated in this kind of trade were Khitan and Yanqi people from the Western Regions, who were irascible and murderous. Sometimes the talks between the two sides collapsed or suddenly there were officers and soldiers who surrounded and suppressed them, and these people would kill the other party in order to protect themselves.

In order to save trouble, most of them will use knives to slash each other's necks, killing them with one move. Therefore, this kind of black market is very dangerous, and the participants are outlaws, so it is called the "cut throat" black market.