In the fifth year of Taihe, October Jiashen, Sizheng.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Guangdefang.

When Xuanji left Zhang's mansion, he heard the opening drum of the West Market outside the fang. The common people and squires in the workshop, the female dependents who inserted the spring victory on their heads, and the officials to be elected in the scattered workshop all flocked to the West Market at this moment, just to catch up with the morning market and rush to buy some new goods.

Xuanji followed the crowd to the central cross street, and was about to board the double-wheel car she rented when she came, but suddenly passed by her in a Xuanqing armor.

It was a stout armored soldier with a rope and a knife at his waist and a black scarf around his head. Even if Xuanji was wearing a hat, the man was a head taller than her, and he was also following the flow of people straight to the Xifang Gate.

In Chang'an, only one type of military general will wear it......

The Divine Army?

Xuanji wondered, now that the hour has passed, and the ban on Chinese and Korean participation has not yet ended, why did the Shence Army appear in Guangdefang, which is far away from Daming Palace, at this time? Didn't you go to Jingzhao Mansion to preach? However, he did not see any of the other soldiers on his side. Forbidden soldiers who act alone and are fully armored are very rare.

Wait a minute...... Forbidden soldiers?

By the way, Xuan Ji suddenly recalled that Brother Yi Jun had said yesterday that the murderer of Luo Yao seemed to be a god forbidden army......

Why do the forbidden troops defending the palace frequently appear alone in Waiguo Zhulifang these days? Could it be a coincidence?

Xuanji was puzzled, she silently pulled down the veil of her hat, paid the fare to the driver of the double carriage, and quietly followed the soldier with a steady pace.

As expected, out of Guangde Fang, this forbidden soldier also entered the crowded West Market with the crowd.

Walking to the wide street of the West Market, Xuanji will enter the most lively and prosperous area of Chang'an City: on both sides of the house are all kinds of shops, the guise is hung high, all kinds of spices, glass, fur, brocade silk satin, can be said to have everything. Many shops are still open on the street, one moment as far as the eye can see, the next snap of the fingers to smell the strong fragrance of fat powder, two steps later, and the graceful waist of the orchid leaning against the pink wall beckoning, soft greetings in the mouth.

Xuanji is a native of Wannian County, and he is also a Qingli, and he usually lives in Pingkangli. She is very familiar with the East Market adjacent to Pingkangfang, and often goes to a few familiar shops to play a few antique wooden hairpins, but the West Market is a place she rarely sets foot in, so she is very dazzled by the surroundings along the way.

The forbidden soldier seemed to have no time to care, and kept walking steadily and straight north. Xuanji has been following him not far away, there are many people on the street, Xuanji has almost been scattered by the crowd several times, fortunately, because of the Xuanqing armor on the forbidden soldier, many passers-by see it and stay away, forming a natural in front of that person, even if there is a crowd of people, it is very conspicuous, and it is not easy to lose. Unconsciously, Xuanji found that she had followed Xishi Beiqu.

Xuanji felt that the north song is different from the middle song and the south song, and the roofs of the shops here are very different from other buildings in Chang'an: mixed with Hu Feng, the top is flat like a platform, and the flags are connected to the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the sunlight shines down through various colors, reflecting the red and purple on Xuanji's body.

Xuanji remembered that her second mother had told her that the West Market used to be all Hu merchants, and then decades ago, the Hexi Corridor was occupied by the Tubo people, and the Silk Road was cut off. Nowadays, the Hu merchants in Chang'an City are far less lively than they were in the heyday of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, but there are also some Hu people who came back to the Khanate to operate the silk horse trade here......

The forbidden soldier suddenly deflected his footsteps and turned towards the west side of the alley, and Xuanji hurriedly followed.

This street was a little more deserted than the wide street, and Xuanji saw the soldier looking left and right in the middle of the road for a long time, and finally seemed to notice something, and hurriedly walked to the door of a wine shop on the right side of the street, and then disappeared into the porch in a flash.

Xuanji slowly walked closer, tilted his head and stared at a wooden signboard hanging in front of the door, the pattern on it was quite strange, there was a crescent moon in the lower side, and a disc was placed in the middle, on which a curved tail was painted, like a flame, straight into the clouds, all three things were painted by lead white, like a kind of totem that Xuanji had never seen, and it was quite conspicuous on the wooden signboard painted with black lacquer.

Xuanji couldn't help but say to herself, "Orchid restaurant? ”

It's a moment.

Changle Fang, Mu Xiangfu.

Wang Shiwen has been very busy lately.

Since the head of his own family was promoted to the rank of ruler, the group of dignitaries and nobles living in the north of the city seemed to smell the bloody mosquitoes and flies, and they all traveled far away to come to the remote Changle Fang Prime Minister's Mansion in the south of the city to give gifts. After a few days, Wang Shiwen couldn't remember what he had sent. I only remember that there are many jewels, brocade and silk, and even some congratulatory gifts from the palace, some of which are said to have been selected and given by the saint himself.

However, according to the instructions given by the head of the family to Wang Shiwen, except for the gifts given by the saints, the rest of the gifts should be returned. But Rao is like this, and the number of people who come to give gifts today has not decreased but increased.

For example, at the beginning of the year, it was the steward of the prime minister Li Zongmin's house, Wang Shiwen nodded, and a car full of ancient books and classics, each volume is made of ivory white shafts, crystal buckles, and five-color cloth sticks to indicate the type, which can be described as exquisite.

The steward of Li Xiangfu was very good at chatting and observing words and feelings, and knew that Wang Shiwen was entrusted by Mu Qingchen not to accept goods, so he was not too embarrassed. At the end of the day, before leaving, the steward also gave Wang Shiwen a carved wooden order as a meeting gift because of the first meeting. Wang Shiwen saw that this was just a piece of wood, and felt that it was not very valuable, and it was for himself, so he accepted it.

However, the Hanlin scholar Xu Kangzuo, who was dressed in silver scarlet and smiling all over his face, who was standing in front of Wang Shiwen, gave Wang Shiwen a headache.

Others are all sent to the people in the mansion to send them as gifts, Wang Shiwen only simply prevaricated and said, "Ah Lang ordered this, Shi Wenshi can't accept it" Yunyun, the other party is also doing things for the master, so naturally he will not be too entangled and go home.

But this year, Xu Kangzuo, who was very rare, would come to give gifts in person, which made Wang Shiwen completely difficult.

"Xu Hanlin, it's really not that the kid doesn't give face, but Ah Lang told him that if this happens, the kid won't dare to disobey ah......" Wang Shiwen arched his hand, almost bending his waist at a right angle.

Xu Kangzuo didn't seem to feel the rejection implied in Wang Shiwen's words, he still smiled, and said with his hands crossed: "Xu is nearly seventy years old, and he is about to pay tribute, and he doesn't ask for the support of the minister, but he is willing to congratulate Mu Gong on worshipping the prime minister, prepare a little courtesy, and talk about his heart......

Wang Shiwen pursed his lips, glanced at the cart full of "thin gifts" behind Xu Kangzuo, and said in his heart, although you don't ask for support, I am afraid that you have the heart to seek officials for your children and grandchildren...... Wang Shiwen didn't want to say anything, and started Tai Chi and said: "Xu Hanlin's heart boy understands, but the boy doesn't dare to make the decision for Ah Lang privately, if Xu Hanlin is idle, why don't you go into the house to sit down, and after the court participates in the cabinet, Ah Lang returns to the house, and Xu Hanlin gives it to Ah Lang in person, how about it?" ”

Although Xu Kangzuo is sluggish, he has been with Mu Qingchen's colleagues, and how the new Zaifu will react at that time, Lao Hanlin can still guess.

Xu Kangzuo remained silent, he sighed lightly and said: "A few months ago, Xu Mou and Mu Xianggong sat at the same table and gave a lecture on "Spring and Autumn" for the sage, during which the sage asked Xu Mou about the 29th year of Xianggong and the killing of Wu Ziyu......

Not good!

Wang Shiwen was shocked, why did this old man mention this matter? Could it be that the head of the family conspired with the saint, and this person has guessed some clues?

“…… What the sage wanted to know at that time was the meaning of the word '阍', but at that time the hussar general was on the side, Xu was afraid to say it clearly, and he was bold and straightforward. “

"Uh......" Wang Shiwen swallowed his saliva, arched his hand, and pretended to interrupt calmly: "What does Xu Hanlin mean by saying this?" ”

I saw Xu Kangzuo skillfully make a sincere attitude, leaned forward and crossed his hands as a salute: "Xu Mou has the same husband and has an old age, and admires the courage of the minister, so it is true that he came to give gifts for nothing else, just to congratulate his old friend on his ascension." ”

It's okay...... Wang Shiwen said in his heart, it seems that this old man just wants to use this trick to get close.

Wang Shiwen is no longer willing to entangle with Xu Kangzuo, for fear that the longer it drags on, it will be difficult for him to ensure that he will not lose his words and cause extraneous branches to his family. This time, he completely put on a blank face, and said unceremoniously: "It was the people of Li Xiangfu who came before Xu Hanlin, and the kid also returned as it was, Xu Hanlin still don't have to be embarrassed ......."

Even if he was as sluggish as Xu Kangzuo, this response let him know that this way was not going to work. Lao Hanlin's expression was slightly displeased, he looked at the plaque of Mu Xiangfu, this time he no longer bowed his hand to Wang Shiwen, but snorted coldly and turned into the car.

Wang Shiwen looked at Xu Kangzuo's car in the distance, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, to tell the truth, when this old guy mentioned the hussar general, his heart was in his throat.

Although his response was blunt, it was ...... Annoying a Hanlin scholar should not be a big deal.

At least that's what Wang Shiwen thinks......