In the fifth year of Taihe, the afternoon of September, the tenth day of the month, and the third quarter of the first month.

Chengdu Mansion, the festival of the embassy.

The autumn breeze in Chengdu is gradually rising, and there is a trend of mountain rain coming.

On the day of the holiday, Li Deyu was not exempt from the hard work of the case, and after getting up and freshening up, he began to deal with the unfinished official documents in the front hall, as well as the reports handed in from all over the place. Now that Victoria has been recovered, more than 300 people from the Xitan Conspiracy Department have also been included in the German army and placed in Chengdu Fuwaiguo, directly under the jurisdiction of Li Deyu, who is also the Yin of Chengdu.

After eating the morning food, Zhang Yijun changed into elegant and light green clothes, and walked to the stable in the Jiedu Embassy's Mansion. Zhang Yijun had the impression that this person had always hated others entering the stables without permission, so he looked around mysteriously for a moment to make sure that he would not be seen by Li Fang, and then said hello to the guards and flashed in.

Since Li Deyu did not come to Xichuan for a long time, most of the horses raised in the stables of the Jiedu envoy were left by Guo Zhao, the former Jiedu envoy. Although they are all good breeds, some horses have entered old age and are unbearable to ride, and the young and good horses are uniformly dispatched to the Wuwei Army and the Weiyuan Army to equip cavalry and raise them in Bingcao, so the stables of the Jiedu Embassy seem to be empty.

As if recognizing Zhang Yijun, Sa Yulu was in good spirits, immediately straightened her neck, nodded her head as if greeting, and hissed quietly. Zhang Yijun couldn't help but be amused by Sa Yuhua's appearance, walked to Sa Yuhua with his hands behind his back, and silently took out the fresh apple that had been hidden behind him and put it to Sa Yuhua's mouth.

Sa Yulu chewed vigorously with a "crunch", Zhang Yijun gently stroked Sa Yuyu's toned neck and shoulders with his hand, and suddenly noticed the uneaten hay in front of Sa Yuqi.

"Who are you?!"

A stern reprimand startled Zhang Yijun, but Sa Yuqi was still focusing on the unfinished apples, and took advantage of Zhang Yijun's turn to eat the apple cores.

Zhang Yijun was calm, but he didn't expect to bump into Li Fang, the pastor.

"Uh...... Zhang Yijun. ”

Li Fang, who was nearly sixty years old, had a horsewhip folded in his hand, wearing a dark green official robe of the eighth grade, his face was full of anger, and he was running quickly, the gray hair on his temples under his head was windless, and the gray beard on his chin almost hung down to his chest, dancing with his steps of three steps and two steps.

"You can't just enter the stable because Li Jiedu gave you special treatment in the mansion, can you enter at will?" Li Fang's eyebrows squeezed together, and she approached Zhang Yijun with a serious expression, pointed at Zhang Yijun with a horsewhip, and complained: "You have to use your horse to talk to the old man, either in the stable or in the small room on the side, you don't know ......."

"Yi Jun's fault, Li Jian Cheng don't be angry." Zhang Yijun was really a little embarrassed by Li Fang's aggressive appearance, and hurriedly crossed his hands to salute.

"Hey, it's not a question of whether you're angry or not," although he is only an eight-rank official, Li Fang's official robe is also neat, even if he is close to the ear, he also tidies up quite neatly, "If there is no moderation to make the approval, even if the king of heaven comes, he can't enter the stable casually." Du Yuanying was like this when he was the envoy of Jiedu, and Guo Gong was also like this when he was in office, and Li Jiedu has been in office for more than a year, and the old man has not seen the rules change. ”

Yi Jun ...... Wrong. Zhang Yijun apologized and said: "I'm just coming to see the ...... 'Sa Yuqi'"

"Oh, the one that came in the day before yesterday?" Seeing that Zhang Yijun took the initiative to admit his mistake, Li Fang's tone also weakened, as if he forgave Zhang Yijun, walked up to Sa Yujun, looked the young horse up and down, and made a conclusion, "This horse is handsome, but it can't fight in Xichuan, it's useless!" ”

"Why can't you fight?"

Although Zhang Yijun was also reluctant to let "Sa Yuhu" rush to the battlefield of flesh and blood, he was still slightly unwilling to this hasty conclusion.

Li Fang grabbed a handful of hay from the trough in front of Sa Yulu with a thick big hand and handed it to Sa Yuga's mouth, but he didn't think about it, Sa Yulu didn't even smell it, and directly turned his head away, snorting on the back of Li Fang's hand.

"Look at it, picky eater!" Li Fang pointed at the white horse with a horsewhip, and reprimanded him like an adult criticizing a child: "This Mr. Zhang still thinks that you can fight, how can you be picky in the army?" ”

"Just because of picky eating?"

"Oh, look...... This horse is a Hedong horse, tall and strong, with slender limbs, Shu is dangerous, can't walk the mountain road, and is useless in Xichuan," Li Fang looked at Zhang Yijun again, paused, and then said: "The northern border is where this girl gallops." ”

Zhang Yijun breathed quietly, his deep eyebrows staring at the lacquer-like eyes. For a moment, the scene of Sa Yuqi galloping on a horse on the Saibei Plain floated in his mind. And Sa Yulu seemed to understand Zhang Yijun's state of mind, and actually raised his head, almost touching the tip of Zhang Yijun's nose.

Li Fang also smiled when she saw this scene, patted Zhang Yijun on the back, and while preparing to take Zhang Yijun out of the stable, she comforted from the side: "Sir, rest assured, the old man has raised horses for Xichuan Jiedu for nearly 30 years, and it is not the first time I have seen Hedong horses, so I must have raised this girl well." ”

It's two quarters.

Jingzhao Mansion, Chang'an, Chang'an County, Jing'an Fang.

Autumn is crisp, cloudless, and the morning sun is vigorous. The Jin Wuwei of Chang'an City ended the night patrol, and with the sound of gongs and drums from the Daming Palace, the one hundred and eight square buildings of Chang'an City also began to beat drums, informing the people of the city that the curfew had ended, and the doors of the major squares were opened.

Although today is an auspicious day for the rest of the year, it is also the day when the market opens. The merchants who were waiting to go to the West and East markets to do business would not give up a good opportunity to make a penny because of the mid-year break, and they prepared their pack horses one by one, and waited in front of the shop two minutes ago. With the door of the fang opened, the merchants in Jing'an Fang, which is close to the east market, also came out. Even when the market opened, these merchants rushed to the gate of the East Market and lined up in a long line.

If countless small vendors do not want to rush to the East Market, they occupy a good position outside the wall of the fang, lay out linen blankets on the spot, some put out glass bottles and porcelain of different colors, and some put all kinds of handicrafts. In just half a moment, shouts rang out one after another under the wall.

Jing'anfang is located in Chang'an Waiguo, away from the main Zhuque Street but an Anshang Street. Adjacent to Daxingshan Temple, Chongrenfang in the west, Anshanfang in the south, Qixiamen Street in the east, under the jurisdiction of Wannian County, 550 steps from north to south, 650 steps from east to west. The north is separated by four squares, which is Chang'an Taiji Palace.

Although there is still some distance from the Daming Palace, it is not simply ordinary people and businessmen who live inside, due to the central location of Jing'an Fang, many mansions of dignitaries and nobles are in this place. The house of the late Jingzhao Yin Han Yu Han Changli is located in the northeast corner of this workshop.

Different from the figures of many people who came out of the workshop, a four-person soft sedan chair was hurriedly passing through the gate of Jing'an Fangfang and heading straight to the central cross street. Looking at the workmanship and system of this soft sedan chair, it is not difficult to see that the official rank of the people in this sedan chair is not low, and I am afraid that there must be four products. However, because in Chang'an City, most of the officials above the fifth grade are like cow hair, and the people on both sides of the street are commonplace, and they have not paid too much attention to this soft sedan chair.

"Hurry up, hurry up......"

However, after half a burnt incense, under the urging of the owner of the soft sedan chair, the soft sedan turned south in front of the cross street and entered a deep alley ten steps wide.

Strangely, compared with the increasingly lively avenues outside the alleys, although there are pedestrians here, it seems quite lonely, but both pedestrians and domestic servants carrying soft sedan chairs are accustomed to this. Perhaps because they all knew that at the end of this street and alley, the southwest corner of Jing'an Fang, was the mansion of that nobleman.

The sedan chair stops in front of a large mansion, and a plaque of nan wood hangs on the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate, on which is written "Li Fu" in regular script, and the handwriting is said to have come from the hand of the owner of this mansion. In front of the door, there are six terrazzo marble steps, which declare the noble status of the owner of this mansion.

The scarlet brocade curtain of the soft sedan chair was opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in a four-grade deep scarlet official robe came down, and a beautiful hair that was enough to be proud hung down from between his temples, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes and a natural softness, and the wrinkled forehead revealed the age of this person who knew the destiny of heaven.

The middle-aged man straightened his clothes, solemnly walked to the door of the house, and knocked heavily on the door with the snail lion knocker. Although there was an endless stream of literati and officials who came to pay homage to the owner of the mansion every day, if it was afternoon on a holiday day, there would be a queue of dozens of steps in front of the entire mansion. But as soon as the curfew ended, as soon as the doors of the major squares opened, he was the only one who hurried over.

"Who?" The man inside the door asked, although he was a domestic servant, but there was no lack of a proud tone.

The middle-aged man cleared his throat and said loudly: "Zuo Shilangzhong, consult the doctor Yang Yuqing." ”

After hearing this, it only took a few breaths for the doorman inside to open the door.

The porter looked like he was in his early thirties, and looked at Yang Yuqing's slightly anxious look, presumably there was something urgent to see, and I was afraid that it would happen suddenly. In addition, the porter knew that Yang Yuqing was a friend of his family and was known as the leader of the party, so he changed his previous slightly arrogant tone and saluted Yang Yuqing seriously. After a very short greeting, the porter bent down slightly, "Today is closed, Ah Lang is still freshening up, Yang Langzhong came so early, I'm afraid it will take a while." ”

"If it weren't for the real emergency, Yang would never have come to bother Li Xianggong so early."

After Yang Yuqing finished speaking, he took out a lacquered envelope from his sleeve, looking at the thickness of the envelope, presumably things will not be simple. On the top of the cover of the letterhead, the servant vaguely saw that the inscription was written "plant".

"Yes...... Rokuro sent? The porter guessed tentatively.

Yang Yuqing stroked her long gray hair, and sneered unceremoniously, "It was sent by Li Zhi, so please ask Mr. to make it convenient, I urgently need to see him." ”

"Uh......" The porter was a little hesitant, just because he was too familiar with the rules of the Li Mansion, if Yang Yuqing was allowed in, although the head of the family would not say anything, he would inevitably be beaten by the housekeeper with a cane, so he trembled and said: "Both...... Since it was sent by Rokuro to Ah Lang, it might as well ...... Give it to the servant first, and then hand it over to Ah Lang on his behalf......"

After saying that, the porter mustered up the courage to reach out and take the letterhead. Yang Yuqing suddenly pulled his wrist back, put the letterhead back in his sleeve, completely put away the smirk on his face, and ignored the obstruction of the porter, walked in by himself, passed through the second door, and gently recited words in his mouth.

"Cheap slave!"