In the fifth year of Taihe, October Jiashen, not the first two quarters.

Chang'an, somewhere.

Zhang Yijun's eyes suddenly lit up. It wasn't that he had come up with some clues, but that the blindfold that had been covering his eyes had finally been removed.

Along the way, he was first put into a carriage, and the coachman seemed to be trying to confuse Zhang Yijun, and the carriage then turned left and right in the streets and alleys without stopping, and finally came to a slow stop. However, this "non-stop" reveals their position—at the beginning of the day, the doors of Shanhe Fangfang are one after another, and it is impossible for the carriage to go all the way out—that is, they should never leave the workshop, but go around in circles in this Shanhe for two moments.

In front of Zhang Yijun's eyes is a wide and empty house, with dozens of steps in length and width, and the dome of the beam is several feet above the ground. The pillars standing at the four corners are as thick as four hugs, and it is by no means possible to transport such logs from Lingnan into Chang'an, which is by no means affordable by ordinary places. And the surrounding walls are painted with ochre, cinnabar, lead white and other things, many of which have long been peeled off, but from the scale of the murals, we can vaguely see some of the prosperity of this house in the past.

Ancestral temple?

Different from the traditional Middle-earth architecture, between the four columns, the shape of a pointed arch is designed, which looks like an ancestral hall within a shrine.

The guards who escorted Zhang Yijun lifted the masked black cloth one after another, obviously the black cloth made them breathless, and after lifting the black cloth, they all took a few big breaths of fresh air.

Zhang Yijun was led through an arch in the center by the guard and entered a separate room deeper in the ancestral hall. In the narrow room stood several tall black-clad soldiers, dressed completely different from the guards who escorted Zhang Yijun, but almost as close to the black shadow who assassinated the bearded man. These armor soldiers are all hanging horizontal knives and knives at their waists, they can be described as fully armed, the most eye-catching thing is the armor, Datang is not strict on civilian swords, but the armor is strictly forbidden, what kind of force will be behind this group of people?

On the opposite side of the annex were stacked bundles of thatch, and I don't know what they were used for. In the center of the wall facing Zhang Yijun, the pattern of the monk's eagle that he had seen earlier was carved from the wall. This made Zhang Yijun suddenly recall that this pattern and the design and shape of the ancestral hall in the Fangcai Ancestral Hall are exactly the same as the famous Persian ancestral hall in Huaiyuanfang!

"Fire ......"

The familiar voice sounded from the right side of the other room, Zhang Yijun followed the sound and looked over, there was a person wearing a black shirt, stretching out his hand to bake the fire in front of a brazier, and a raw leg of lamb was placed on a narrow table beside him. The pair of silkworm eyebrows, the broken right ear, and the fierce eyes...... Zhang Yijun will never admit his mistake.

"Is that you?"

"We meet again...... Xuan Yi repeated what Zhang Yijun said to him yesterday without mockery, and deliberately accentuated the word "again". Xuan Yi slowly got up from the brazier, and said word by word with a flirtatious look: "...... Zhang Yijun. ”

This person actually knows his name?! Zhang Yijun's heart sank.

Xuan Yi seemed to see the subtle change in Zhang Yijun's expression, and explained with a sneer: "Although Chang'an is big, nothing can be completely hidden......" When he said this, he suddenly pretended to have just remembered and slightly crossed his hand towards Zhang Yijun: "Oh, disrespectful, almost forgot the rules, under the surname Bai Mingkui, fortunately I will be ......."

Bai Kui? The name did not cause any ripples in Zhang Yijun's mind. However, this explains why this person will hold the Nanmu Ling carved with cypress leaf balls, which was originally in the shape of the word "cypress".

Zhang Yijun straightened up, maintained his dignity, and said with a dignified gaze: "What do you want to bring a certain person here?" ”

A sneer came from Bai Kui's nostrils, turned sideways, and gestured to the brazier to make an inviting gesture: "Have you eaten?" Bai is preparing to roast some mutton, why don't you sit down and chat while eating? ”

Zhang Yi was unmoved, still looking at him coldly: "You can do it several times, but why didn't you kill me in the end?" ”

Bai Kui seemed uninterested in this question, he patted his hands, and one of the armor soldiers immediately pulled out a set of restraints, and roughly pressed Zhang Yijun against a folding chair facing the brazier, and his hands were tightly wrapped around the back of the chair.

"Since you're not hungry, let's watch Bai eat......" Bai Kui giggled, waved his big sleeves, sat on Zhang Yijun's head, skillfully cut the lamb leg meat into mahjong-sized pieces with a dagger, picked up the red willow branches cut into sticks, put the lamb leg meat on the sticks one by one, and roasted them on the charcoal fire, so that the botanical aroma of the red willow penetrated into the meat.

This way of barbecue is said to have been passed down from the Hui people in Mobei, although it is primitive, but it is very convenient and fast.

The red willow branch was placed above the brazier, and the pieces of meat made a sizzling sound in a few moments. Zhang Yijun's eyes flashed, and he turned to carefully observe the simple annex and the outfit on Bai Kui's body, trying his best to see some clues.

The Zoroastrian Temple in Chang'an City was once very prosperous, widely distributed in the west of the city, and the west of the city is the most famous Huaiyuanfang Ancestral Hall. However, after the Anshi Rebellion, it was rumored that An Lushan believed in Zoroastrianism, claimed to be the god of light, and united the Hu people with the belief of worshipping fire. Since then, Zoroastrianism has declined, and it has been monitored by the imperial court, and only a small number of Huaiyuan temples have remained, and it is difficult to return to the glory of the past.

How powerful are the people behind this group of chaotic parties? He actually used the abandoned ancestral hall in Shanheli, which was close to the imperial city, as a stronghold, and evaded the inspection of the guards in the fang and the supervision of the imperial court......

Bai Kui noticed that Zhang Yijun was searching for clues, and couldn't help but gently scratch his beard like a mane, and laughed: "I'm really dedicated, and I don't know what position the imperial court promises, my life is hard to protect, and I'm still worried about investigating the case......

"A certain ...... is not in the office" Zhang Yijun straightened his chest without timidity despite being tied to the back of the chair.

"Not in the ranks?" Bai Kui sneered, he noticed Zhang Yijun's expressionless face, and felt that he was not lying, his eyes turned deep, and swept over Zhang Yijun: "At the moment, everyone wants to seek official jobs, won't it be a lie...... Is it some loose order? Asamaro? Asahirachiro? Bong Yi Lang? ”

Zhang Yijun's face was stunned, and he couldn't help staring at Bai Kui's face for a long time. The loose steps are just false titles, they have no official qualities, and they are not in charge, and many people who have entered the ranks are not clear, but Bai Kui blurted out these loose steps almost without thinking. If you are not a person who is very familiar with officialdom, it is impossible to do this easily, what is the background of this person?

"You were an official?"

Bai Kui did not respond, but the hand holding the red willow branch shook slightly, and the fat on the meat piece fell down the brazier, making a little spark. Bai Kui places the grilled meat skewers on the narrow table beside him to cool, and sprinkles some coarse salt grains. He took a bronze jue, handed it to Zhang Yijun and shook the milky liquid in front of the tip of his nose, and Zhang Yijun then smelled a clear aroma of wine.

"To drink or not to drink?"

Zhang Yijun was motionless, Bai Kui withdrew the bronze jue, drank all the liquor inside, and said: "It's a pity, this is Xiangzhou rice wine......"

"Are you from Xiangzhou?"

Bai Kui's silkworm eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said silently: "Bai once joined the army for Xiangzhou......"

"Why did you resign?"

Zhang Yijun noticed that the flirtatious look on Bai Kui's face disappeared, and Zhang Yijun's question seemed to evoke some memories in his heart.

"Bai has never resigned...... Bai Kui cleared his throat and said lightly: "Just because I woke up one day...... Suddenly, I realized that this official uniform no longer fits. ”

In response to this answer, Zhang Yijun smiled lightly at the corner of his lips.

Bai Kui's eyes narrowed: "What's ridiculous?" ”

Zhang Yijun said: "I worked tirelessly to bring a certain person over, wouldn't it be just to chat with a certain person?" ”

"Of course it's not for idle talk...... Bai Kui ate two bunches of mutton, leaned his back against the blackened wall, he stomped his nails, took out the mutton residue from between his teeth, and flicked it into the brazier: "But Bai is still very curious, who is Brother Zhang for, and he is so desperate to investigate the case......"

"If no one comes forward, Tang will not ......"

"Tang will not be Tang ......" Bai Kui snorted in disgust when he heard these four words, and his expression suddenly became very terrifying: "It's all dying, and it's boring to say some high-sounding words." There is no one else here, no one cares whether you are loyal or not, it is better to explain honestly, who sent you to investigate the case in the imperial court, and what position did you promise? ”

Sure enough...... Zhang Yijun said in his heart that he had already guessed that no matter how confident the chaotic party was, it was impossible to be indifferent to the investigation of someone behind the scenes. Nine times out of ten, he wanted to find out the progress of the investigation from his mouth, and he would definitely kill people afterwards. And Zhang Yijun also knows that if the other party finds that he has no use value, he will not hesitate to kill him.

Zhang Yijun is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is that death is meaningless......

At the very least, he wants to bring out the news that the chaotic party is entrenched here, so that the court will be on guard! Preferably...... Get out alive......

"What if you don't say it?"

Bai Kui was not angered by these words, but looked at Zhang Yijun for a long time. He suddenly laughed dryly, stood up, walked to Zhang Yijun's side, leaned over and touched the oblique bag on Zhang Yijun's waist, and took out a piece of emerald jade.

Zhang Yijun recognized that this was the jade Jue found in the Xuanduguan culvert that night, and he forgot to take it out before he traveled.

"Sure enough, it's on you......" Bai Kui looked at this jade jue for a moment, he rolled his eyes, raised the jade jue in front of Zhang Yijun's eyes, and said with a sly smile: "Answer the question at the beginning, the owner of this jade is the main messenger behind us......"