The sound of the flute and drums is thin and fragrant, and the embers are cold, and the moon is full of bends.

On the 27th day of March 7th in the thirteenth year of Tianbao (754), when the hour was about to end (more than 23 o'clock in the evening), Fan Qiuniang lurked on the top of the hill on the east side of Li Linfu's house in Pingkangfang under the cover of the Xuanxi Dayu.

More than a year ago, Fan Qiuniang would never dare to step on the roof of the Li Mansion, because she knew very well that the guards in the mansion were constantly patrolling, and if she was not careful, she might die under the strong bow and crossbow. But now Li Xiangguo, who made the Tang Dynasty wild and frightened, has gone west, and the mansion that occupies the huge Qufang of Pingkangfang like a giant beast has also lost its terrifying power.

At present, the people of Chang'an City envy the extravagance and magnificence of the Wuyang Mansion, and pay attention to when King Sheng will replace the crown prince. As for Li Linfu, it is already a flower of tomorrow. In the past, there were many cars and horses in front of the house, and now there are few guests in the hospital. Even the Qinglou in Pingkangfang no longer obeyed the old rules, and opened the window facing the Li Mansion directly, not caring at all whether it would disturb Li Linfu's descendants.

"Prosperity and decline, the same for eternity." Fan Qiuniang felt and said: "What will happen to my master?" ”

A hook of the moon and half of the apricot blossoms. But neither the crescent moon nor the fragrance of flowers can give Fan Qiuniang the answer she wants.

"The matter of the master, let the master and the thirteen mothers worry about it." Fan Qiuniang dispelled the distracting thoughts in her heart, and through the monocular wrapped in black yarn, she stared intently at a window on the opposite side. The attic of the incessant language.

"Thirteen Niang, although your mouth is hard, you still miss Master in your heart." Fan Qiuniang touched the other binoculars in the suede bag on her waist, and moved her gaze to the rows of neatly arranged Jinju Theaters in various festivals and towns located in the northwest corner of Pingkangfang.

An hour ago, she chatted for a long time with her junior sister Su Sanniang in the Beiting Concert Courtyard. It has been nearly two years since Thirteen Niang and Shimen stopped contacting, but Fan Qiuniang knew that the master did not say anything on his face, but he was always concerned about his sister in his heart. She and Thirteen Niang are even more like brothers, although the two fight and grind their teeth from time to time, but the friendship for many years has not been shaken by the changes in the world.

When chatting about wine, Fan Qiuniang tentatively asked Thirteen Niang how long she wanted to be angry with Wang Yong, the soldiers and horses of Beiting, but the answer she got was still a plain three words "I don't know".

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Fan Qiuniang casually chatted about the recent situation of Ashina Wenxia. When Su Sanniang was stranded in Tingzhou, Fan Qiuniang had taught Ashina Wenxia, who had moved to Chang'an, swordsmanship for a period of time, so she was very concerned about this stubborn wealthy concubine.

Fei Langjun taught Wenxia a Taoist method, saying that it can cultivate self-cultivation and calm the mind. Wenxia was quite happy, but she couldn't hold on. Su Sanniang sighed lightly: "She is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and she never turns back, and she can't understand the mystery of advancing and retreating freely at the moment." ”

"Thirteen Niang, don't you know the secret?" Fan Qiuniang laughed and said: "With such a jealous and hateful character, the disciples you teach will naturally only move forward, whether it is on the battlefield or in love. ”

"Although there is a way to advance and retreat, but right is right, wrong is wrong, although I am not wise, but I also know that you must not reverse black and white and kill people in vain."

"Thirteen Niang is still complaining about Master?" Fan Qiuniang pondered and said: "Master also has unspeakable hardships. The proprietor of the king is not satisfied with the net worth of hundreds of millions, and wants to become rich and noble, and become a family of the Tang Dynasty, so he has to ask the prince. The master owes Ruyiju too much favor, so he has to take care of trivial matters for him. ”

"The master has been born and died for Ruyiju for so many years, and the favor is not enough?" Su Sanniang's face was angry: "What's more, what kind of trivial things are Ruyiju letting the master take care of, stabbing the right minister with the front foot, and burning the Shengwang Manor with the back foot, all of them are big things that break the sky!" ”

"Shh Fan Qiuniang was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.

"I can figure it out, why did Master ...... that day" Su Sanniang said this, and stopped abruptly.

"What happened to Master that day?"

"Without him, she was also kind that day, and she didn't want me to get involved in right and wrong." Su Sanniang's words were unknown.

"Yes, Master has always been concerned about you. Senior Sister Duan is just a sharp sword to Master, and you are the most admired and valued successor of Master. ”

"I have no intention of taking over the black and white division." Su Sanniang's resentment has not disappeared: "It's better for you to inherit the mantle of the master, otherwise the master will fall into the hands of Duan Daluo, and he will not distinguish between good and evil, and he will be mercenary." ”

"As soon as Senior Sister Duan shows up, most of them will die under your sword, and in the end, you will not have to come forward to reorganize the division." Fan Qiuniang quipped.

"She's still with Pei Cheng?" Su Sanniang's eyes were sharp, like a divine soldier out of the sheath.

"Master didn't let me be caught in the middle and was embarrassed, and never told Senior Sister Duan's whereabouts." Fan Qiuniang spread her hands and smiled.

"Then why did Qiu Niang come to Pingkangfang for no reason, don't say it's to visit me." Su Sanniang did not give up.

"Xing Xuan." Fan Qiuniang had no intention of hiding it.

"Wang Zhun returned to Beijing...... Xing Xuan...... The master wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots? Su Sanniang, who devoted herself to raising her daughter, was not ignorant of the direction of the wind in Chang'an: "Wasn't it rumored that Wang Zhun gathered a group of thugs to attack Mrs. Qiu's car some time ago and injured several evil servants of the Yang family?" It's only been a few days, and Xing Wei has relapsed and started to linger in Qinglou again? ”

"He's a money-hungry bastard, Thirteen Niang won't blame me, right?" Fan Qiuniang took a sip of the green and fragrant new wine, which was soft and warm in the mouth: "Master has been tracking Wang Zhun's traces, and found out that the healthy horse that was just Mrs. Qiuguo pulling the cart that day was suddenly frightened and kicked and injured several domestic servants, and there is no conclusive evidence pointing to Wang Zhun. ”

"Mrs. Qiu's horses are naturally carefully selected horses, how can they be easily frightened? But Qiu Niang rest assured, not only will I not make a move, but the Suye Dart Game will not disturb the situation. Su Sanniang saw through Fan Qiuniang's careful thoughts: "Listening to Wenxia, Fei Langjun has roughly guessed who the person behind the scenes is, so he has no intention of getting involved." ”

"Oh, what else does Thirteen Niang know?" Fan Qiuniang turned the warm wine glass.

"Wenxia was afraid that I would be caught in the middle and be embarrassed, so I said it a little bit." Su Sanniang used the way of others to govern his body.

"If you don't say it, you won't say it, I'll be relieved without your intervention." Fan Qiuniang took another sip: "Some time ago, Fei Langjun didn't leave An Lushan in Chang'an with all his efforts, I don't know what kind of ghost idea he is planning at this moment?" ”

"I live alone in Pingkangfang, how do I know if it is windy or rainy in Jinchengfang. Shimen must have arranged eyeliner near Xing Xuan's house, and Qiu Niang should know better than me. Su Sanniang counterattacked.

"You man, I came to see you with good intentions, but you always take my words. Don't drink anymore and take your leave. Fan Qiuniang feigned anger.

"I still have to take care of the little girl, so I won't send it."

"Ruthless and unrighteous Thirteen Niang!" Fan Qiuniang turned around and wanted to leave.

"Qiu Niang, there is a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in Chang'an City, even if I and Su Ye Dart Bureau don't make a move, you have to be careful." Su Sanniang grabbed two suede bags from the case and threw them to Fan Qiuniang.

"What is this?"

"The new gadget that Fei Langjun has come up with is called a telescope, which can make people see things that cannot be seen. Although the use of fireworks at night is limited, the land of fireworks will be brightly lit, and it can be seen in the dark with a mirror. ”

"Thank you!" Fan Qiuniang's heart warmed, and she deliberately asked, "Could it be that this thing is fragile, otherwise why did you give me two?" ”

"Binoculars can't shut your mouth?" Thirteen Niang chirped: "You can give it to whoever you like!" ”

"Got it!" Fan Qiuniang put on a big hat and blended into the boundless night.

"Thirteen Niang, I will pass on the gift to Master!" After a while, Fan Qiuniang's words floated from outside the courtyard wall.

The north hall is like the moon at night, and the south is like a cloud.

After handing over to the senior sister who was in charge of keeping an eye before, Fan Qiuniang followed the archer's temperament and lurked on the commanding heights of Li Linfu's house, which had the widest field of vision in Pingkangfang, and looked down on the surroundings through the newly arrived telescope. In the attic where Xing Wei was drinking and having fun, there were several third-generation disciples of the sect who were dressed in disguise, who were responsible for monitoring the wind and grass during the period.

At the door of the attic, where the fragrant wind was intoxicating, from time to time there were sergeants dressed in military clothes and gorgeous saddles.

"Dare to ignore the curfew and come to Pingkangfang to have fun, either the emperor's relatives or the Beiya forbidden army. Judging from the dragon pattern on the embroidered robe, the new wave should be a general with a head and a face in the Longwu Forbidden Army. Fan Qiuniang sneered: "The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, the dignified General Longwu is obsessed with Huajie Willow Lane, and he is drunk every night, and his subordinates naturally follow suit." No wonder they were overwhelmed by the Wyvern Army. ”

The blue sky is like water and the moon is like an eyebrow, and the silver leakage is even more remnant.

At night's cross, the drunken Xing Wei got into the thickened custom-made carriage surrounded by more than a dozen Longwu soldiers. A group of people showed the fish talisman, dangled the horizontal knife, knocked on the north gate of Pingkangfang with high spirits, and urged the horse to the west.

Fan Qiuniang, who leaped down from the roof, was climbing the wall of the workshop with a rope, and suddenly there was a piercing sound of a horizontal knife unsheathed and a muffled scream outside the wall. In Pingkangfang, several disciples of Gongsun Sect also rushed to the wall, preparing to climb the wall.

"What's going on?" After Fan Qiuniang stood on the fang wall, she immediately stretched out her bow and pulled the strings, and quickly aimed the sharp arrow cluster below. But the chaotic scene outside the wall left her at a loss, not knowing who to shoot the arrow.

"The Dragon Martial Army is killing each other? Could it be that Wang Zhun bought off Xing Wei's subordinates? Who are Wang Zhun's people? The identical armor and robes made Fan Qiuniang unable to distinguish friend from foe.

"What's going on?" Xing Xuan's frightened shouts came from the carriage: "Who sent you?" ”

"Hades asked someone to come and kill you!" A tall soldier of the Longwu Army swung his knife and slashed the horse pulling the cart and kicked the car door, stabbing at Xing Wei who was huddled in the carriage with a horizontal knife.

"Stop!" Fan Qiuniang no longer hesitated, and as soon as her right hand was loosened, the long arrow painted black broke through the air and swooped straight at the murderer who assassinated Xing Wei.

"Huh?" Hearing this, the "big tall man" put away his knife and quickly hid behind the carriage, and the feather arrow grazed his throat and pierced deep into the wooden plank of the carriage, but did not penetrate. The other five or six dragon warriors saw archers in the shadows, and they also hurried to find shelter.

"General Xing, can you hide from the first day of junior high school and the fifteenth? If you don't die, how many people can't sleep well. "Big Tall" threatened in a low voice: "Sooner or later, it will be a death, it is better to end yourself more happily." Back then, you dared to wield a knife to harm yourself, where is your courage now? ”

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