The first city in the world, Bianliang deserves it.

Bianliang is not only the only city with a population of one million in this era, but also a city that is extremely great.

The wealth like the rivers and rivers, the number of people waving like clouds and sweating into rain, and the buildings that gather the world's essence represent the highest achievements of civilization in this era, and they are also the most brilliant fireworks in the medieval sky, which is unparalleled in the world!

The capital is important, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, it is natural to enter the city to be investigated.

The city with a radius of fifteen or sixteen miles, the blue-gray Bianliang city wall, winds out, I don't know how far it is, it is too huge. Although four or five city caves have been opened in each direction of the southeast, northwest and northwest, more than ten city caves enter and exit, like a long queue of people, cars and horses still have to queue up to enter the city, which is similar to the scene of queuing up on the highway during the National Day of later generations.

Of course, it is not for nothing that the queue is cut, those dignitaries and nobles usually have priority to enter the city, and no one is wrong with it. However, Zhao Hao is not a person who likes to cut in line, so he waited until the sun set before squeezing to the city gate.

Finally it was Zhao Hao's turn and his entourage, and the sergeant guarding the city took the official document handed over by Liang Lie, and found that this young man was actually a six-rank court Fenglang, and he was also a son of the clan, his expression was a little surprised, and a little respectful, without saying a word, he invited him into the city.

It was getting late, and I could vaguely see a round of sunset setting in the distance, and the last bright red sunset was obliquely shining on the castle tower, and twilight was falling.

Just entered the city gate and set off in advance, the old housekeeper of Zhao Mansion had personally brought people to greet Zhao Hao.

The old housekeeper set off half a month in advance, and traveled all the way, unlike Zhao Hao, who also went to Erlong Mountain to wander around, so he had already bought a mansion in Bianliang City, settled the corresponding matters, and just waited for Zhao Hao to come. Otherwise, if the dignified son of Zhao Mansion enters Bianjing, he will have to live in an inn first, and then go to find a house, wouldn't he lose his identity.

However, Zhao Hao is not in a hurry to return home, and if he is a newcomer, he naturally wants to appreciate the style of Bianliang first.

In Bianliang City, the lights are on, and the prosperity and liveliness have just begun.

The bright lights of the streets illuminate the flat bluestone pavement as if it were daytime, and the streets are full of pedestrians, shuttling back and forth, like a bazaar.

At this time, Bianliang was at its peak, with a population of 1.4 million and a population density of 27,000 people per square kilometer, which exceeded the population density of the old city of Beijing in 2010 and approached the population density of the old city of Shanghai and Guangzhou.

Therefore, Zhao Hao drove on the South Gate Street of Bianliang City, and there was a feeling of driving around Beijing at night in later generations, full of people, sweating into rain, and breathing like clouds. The lights of the city are full of lights, just flowing slowly along the banks of the Bianhe River.

The city is full of people's noise, everywhere is crowned and covered, everywhere is cochineal, everywhere is warbler singing and dancing. In Jiangning City, the prosperous capital of the south of the Yangtze River, Zhao Hao's line of freshly dressed and angry horses, several gorgeous carriages are connected, which is somewhat amazing, but in Bianliang City, it is not Erer. On the street, more gorgeous and luxurious carriages and warm sedan chairs abound.

Looking up, the scholar in the Confucian shirt and satin boots, with a feather fan in his hand, was full of spirit, talking and laughing, showing elegance and coquettishness; The restaurant is a furnace girl, handsome and charming, just like Zhuo Wenjun; It was the peddler's pawn, the mat weaver and the shoemaker, and between his words, he would inevitably pop out a few words.

On the Bianhe River, the painting boat is like a cloud, colorful. There are soft women, leaning against the window and singing, the clear voice is tactful and twisted, just like Du Shi Niang in later generations; There is a bright woman, in the month of stroking the qin, the sound of the piano is like flowing water, but it is a song of falling flowers and flowing water in spring; There is a quiet woman, bowing her head to paint, Danqing and pen and ink are flowing like clouds and water, flowers and birds, landscapes, jumping on the paper, as if alive; There are also handsome women, who don't sing, don't play, don't write, don't paint, just smile and look forward to it, and they have already made you ecstatic.

The blue waves under the moonlight are sparkling and golden, like a dream; The fragrance of rouge in the wind, like flowers and sandalwood, is intoxicating; The sound of silk and bamboo in the night sky is melodious and sounding.

The wealth and grace of the whole world seem to be concentrated in Bianliang City, which is warm and exciting, rich and intoxicating, magnificent and gentle coexistence, elegance and beauty reflect each other, this is the paradise on earth!

Zhao Hao and his entourage, infected by the atmosphere of this paradise on earth, walked in this sea of lights and people with a swaying heart, and even the female devil who killed people without blinking became extraordinarily soft, like a little girl from the countryside, looking at this prosperous dream-like world with a fascinated face, her eyes full of tenderness.

At this moment, Zhao Hao's face was full of emotion, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

The dance pavilion is always blown away by the rain and wind...... According to the original process, after seven years, the general Bianliang in heaven and earth will be destroyed by Hu Lu.

Since I have come against the current, how can I let this prosperous city disappear, how can I let tens of millions of Han people be ravaged by Hulu, how can I let thousands of miles of rivers and mountains be trampled by the hooves of the Jurchens!

I came, not to be a passer-by of Bianliang, but only for the lord of Bianliang.

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The mansion that the old housekeeper bought for Zhao Hao is not too public, nor is it too big. It is said that the original owner used to be a big family, and in recent years, the family has fallen into the middle, so it is sold at a low price, although it is a cheap price, but it is not cheap.

The mansion is five or six acres of land, with fifteen or sixteen wings, pavilions, water pavilions, fish ponds and rockeries, all available. Zhao Hao brought twenty house slaves and four maidservants from Jiangning Mansion, and the old housekeeper bought five or six native house slaves and three or four maidservants, plus Zhao Ling, Lu Zhishen and Wu Song, it was more than enough to live, and it would not be a problem for a dozen or so people.

The Zhao family is not short of money, and has the financial resources to buy a bigger mansion, after all, it is the young master of the Zhao Mansion who lives, but in the land of Bianliang, it is not as good as Jiangning, there are too many immortals, after all, it is still low-key.

Zhao Hao, who landed on his feet, said that he was a six-grade official, but he was a Jilu official, and he had no position, so he didn't have to go to the court or take care of things...... I don't even need to go to work, clock in, or sit in the office and read the newspaper. As long as you go to the ministry to report and go through the formalities, just sit at home and do what you should do.

Although Lu Zhishen put on a purple head and changed into regular clothes, it was a bit of a disobedience to join the army with a bald head after all, so he lived in Zhao Hao's mansion, and after his hair grew, he went to join the Western Army.

Originally, Zhao Hao's idea was to let Wu Song also join the army, after all, he had Fang Baihua and Zhao Ling by his side, plus his own strength was not low, and he didn't need a master of force 94 to guard every day, but Wu Song had no intention of joining the army, and just wanted to follow Zhao Hao to repay his kindness, so he had to give up.

The late autumn sunlight shone in through the window paper, illuminating the room warmly, Zhao Hao yawned and slowly opened his eyes.

Instead of summoning the house slaves and maidservants guarding the outhouse, he pulled out the system interface in his head.

"Searching...... You can find the following objects that meet the requirements of using the transmission note: Fang Baihua, Zhao Ling, Wu Song, Liang Lie, Lu Zhishen, Tong Guan......"

"Transmission Note (Middle) Binding Object: Tong Guan."

"With transliteration note (medium), time remaining: 9 minutes and 59 seconds."

Zhao Hao took a deep breath, and began to transmit voice in his mind: "Tong Guan, are you there?" ”

"Gong ...... Son...... Is Childe coming to Bianliang? Tong Guan on the other end was obviously taken aback, and his voice stuttered a little, but he quickly calmed down.

Zhao Gongzi knows immortal arts, he already knows this, and there is no fuss.

"Where are Fang La and the others about? When to ask for chopping? Zhao Hao asked.

"About the prison of the Criminal Department, ask and behead on the day of the winter solstice."

The so-called post-autumn questioning, the establishment of officials and the establishment of a system must not only be in harmony with the will of heaven, but also the punishment and pardon should not be contrary to the will of heaven. Spring and summer are the seasons for all things to grow and grow, and autumn and winter are the seasons for killing and hiding, so after autumn, ask and cut to adapt to the will of heaven and follow the four seasons.

But executions are usually carried out before the winter solstice, and there are very few days on the winter solstice...... Only the most heinous villains will choose the day of slaughter on the winter solstice. probably thought that Fang La, a traitor who claimed to have built the emperor and established the country, was not enough to suppress his anger on the day of the winter solstice.

Zhao Hao said in a deep voice: "I want to go into the prison to visit Fang La, how do you think it can be done cheaply?" It must be up to you. ”

After thinking for a long time, just when Zhao Hao was about to get impatient, he finally replied: "The order of the son, how dare the old slave disobey it, it's just a matter of interest...... No need to say more. If the son goes to visit the prison, he must use immortal magic to change his appearance, and the old slave will arrange to do it cheaply. ”

Zhao Hao exhaled slowly and jumped up from the bed.

With Tong Guan, a powerful minister known as one of the six thieves, it is indeed much more convenient to take matters in Beijing.

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After breakfast, Zhao Hao summoned Wu Song and Fang Baihua into the wing, discussed it, and asked the two of them to go back to the room to prepare.

This action is very important, since the fewer people go, the better, Fang Baihua must go. Wu Song is also cautious and calm when he doesn't drink, and he has to rely on his 94 force at critical moments.

The three of them dressed up in disguise, Wu Song's face changed to the appearance of the bandit Deng Long, but Zhao Hao turned into Zhang Qing's appearance, but he was a little less ferocious, as for Fang Baihua, he had the face of a city gate guard, although his chest was tightly bound by white silk, he still looked extremely developed in his chest muscles......

The three of them hailed a carriage on the street and slowly headed straight for the City God Temple.

At the gate of the city god, I found a person who looked like a marquis, waiting for them unwillingly.

"How did Cao Cao die?" The man asked.

"Sleepwalking and drowning." Zhao Hao replied.

Fang Baihua couldn't help but turn her head, her eyes were already full of smiles.

Na Yu Hou seemed to be a little depressed about the secret words that Zhao Hao and Tong Guan had agreed, and when he saw that the password had been matched, he didn't say anything more, and went straight into Zhao Hao's carriage, and said in a low voice: "Go to the south of the city." ”

A carriage, four people, had to let Na Yu Hou and Wu Song sit in front, Zhao Hao was rushed to sit side by side with Fang Baihua. Although Fang Baihua's face was full of reluctance, he was helpless, after all, one more carriage would expose him to more risks.

Along the way, nephrite jade was warm and fragrant, but fortunately, Zhao Hao was not a nicknamed person, but he was fine.

The four of them got out of the carriage in a remote alley, followed Na Yuhou left and right, and finally came to the front of the prison.