(Thanks to Feng Meng, Caizhu, Chubby, T Hairong, Marc, Stranger's Window, Skycs Flyer, No Nickname, Jia 2 Jia, Mollyaihuaan, Dark Flight)

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Duanyang in the Han Dynasty has not yet formed a real Dragon Boat Festival, at least in the Guanzhong area, it is not very fashionable, and it is far less important than the Jingchu region to pay more attention to this solar term. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, taking this as a symbol of midsummer and opening the mode of summer refuge and coolness is pursued by the powerful people in Guanzhong, so the day of Duanyang has an unusual significance.

Zhang Fang went to the Duanyang meeting today, and only brought Han Jun's entourage, still wearing a green jade, a white jade crown, a Damascus dagger hidden in his forearm, and a dragon shadow sword hanging from his waist. In the Han Dynasty, it was normal for nobles and scholars to wear swords, and they could even wear swords into the palace, but they had to untie them when they met the Son of Heaven. Untying the sword and removing the performance is the basic etiquette that the minister must abide by. Therefore, being able to "walk on the sword to the temple" is a very rare treatment.

The sword is both decorative and practical, while the Tibetan dagger is a habit developed over the years. As long as you go out of the Yumen Pass and meet any Hu person, there is no one who does not put a short knife in his arms, at least a meat cleaver, which is a kind of vigilance that has been maintained in danger for a long time. Zhang Fang didn't want a comfortable life to wear away his vigilance, in addition to going to the court, hiding a dagger in his elbow when he went out on weekdays was a way to stay vigilant.

The Fuping Marquis Mansion is not far from Zhangtai Street, and it is a short walk away. Zhang Fang didn't plan to drive, he knew that Zhangtai Street must be very lively today, people are like carp crossing the river, and driving may not be as fast as walking. This is the same as the second and third rings of the imperial capital in later generations.

Sure enough, I went straight down from the street, turned left, and just entered Zhangtai Street, a rush came to my face. As far as the eye can see, the crowd is like weaving, rubbing shoulders one after another, sweating into rain.

Zhang Fang waved his hand again and again, signaling Han Jun to walk to the side, and at the same time did not forget to advise: "Be careful of the money pocket, the more people there are, the more thieves." ”

"Childe, don't worry, the toughest silk knives are ready, see which one dares to come!" Han Jun clenched his blade tightly and replied through gritted teeth.

Han Jun has suffered losses, he and Han Chong have both been patronized by thieves on this street, and the monthly money just issued has been stolen. Han Chong carried a knife and turned around three streets, but he didn't find a suspicious thief to get angry, so he was really angry. Later, Zhang Fang gave the brothers an idea, asking them to find Ah Li to sew a thin and tough ponytail silk at the bottom of the money pocket, and then go to Zhangtai Street to wander around.

Sure enough, as soon as the thief made a move this time, he was discovered before he ran five steps, and the Han brothers fought for a while, forcing the thief to spit out the money he had stolen before.

This time Han Jun accompanied him, and when he had a follower, Zhang Fang naturally would not bring money with him. The heavy bag of gold cakes and money were all stuffed in Han Jun's pocket, which was the communication expenses of the meeting, and he couldn't help but be careless.

Fortunately, all the way to the front of the Yanyu Pavilion, nothing went wrong, Han Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said that it was a pity - he had recently learned a lot of hand-to-hand fighting skills from the "King of Soldiers" Gan Yanshou, and he was eager to try, but he didn't have a chance.

Zhang Fang looked at the Han Dynasty Qinglou in front of him, there was a vast field in front of the carriage, which was equivalent to the parking space in front of the entertainment club in the later generations, and it was full of all kinds of exquisite and gorgeous "luxury cars" at this moment. The main building is three stories high, and the decoration is mainly red and yellow, which looks like a golden wall of splendor. The backyard of the building is close to the Yongchang Hall of Changle Palace, if you stand on the top of the building, you may be able to see the flowers and trees in the palace wall, the pleasant scenery of the water pavilion on the floor, probably this is the origin of the name of the building.

Zhang Fang felt Han Jun's abnormal movement, and said lightly: "Is Asher disappointed?" There are at least three groups of thieves on the road, but I didn't dare to approach you. ”

Han Jun was surprised: "Why didn't I find out?" ”

Zhang put down his chin and nodded somewhere: "There are still people who don't give up - at five o'clock, the thin man in brown clothes and rolled trouser legs." ”

Han Jun turned his head, and sure enough, he saw someone as Gongzi said. Han Jun stared at the man, and the other party finally couldn't hold back the murderous gaze and ran away.

The use of the direction of the clock is naturally Professor Zhang Fang, even if people don't know what the clock is, but it is not difficult to learn this. Zhang Fang's Boy Scouts all have this training content.

If it weren't for the duty of the guards, Han Jun would definitely draw his sword and rush forward instead of using his eyes to kill the murderer.

After a few words, Zhang Fang had already passed through the square full of various high-end cars and horses and came downstairs. There is a group of small servants who know at a glance that they are the slaves of the powerful family, and they are chatting together, mostly about the affairs of the house, or blowing for their sons. Several of them were looking around at the parking lot in the square, as if they were looking for someone.

Zhang Fang patted one of the delicate and clever guys on the shoulder from behind: "Little Four, what are you looking at?" ”

The little guy called Xiaosi turned his head in shock, and when he saw Zhang Fang's face clearly, his eyes that were originally frightened and wide narrowed squinted, and his body bent ninety degrees: "The prince is finally here, oops!" The little one kept staring at the place where the carriage and horses were parked, why didn't he see the prince get out of the car, but he went around behind the little one......"

Zhang Fang smiled and interrupted Xiao Si's chatter: "There are too many passers-by, we are walking as a car." ”

Xiao Si's eyes widened again: "Ah! Qi Li is not close, the prince actually walked ......"

Zhang Fang didn't want to talk to this little four, so he interrupted again: "Where ......is the young master of your family?"

"Hahaha! We have been waiting for the Marquis of Fuping for a long time. This time, it was Zhang Fang's turn to be interrupted.

Zhang Fang looked up, but saw that in the Guangtang, at the turn of the stairs, Yu Tianzheng smiled and bowed to him, and behind him, a group of scholars were bowing and smiling to him.

Zhang Fang glanced at it, among these people, there was Xu Xin, the general of the chariot and the youngest son of the great Sima Xu Jia; There are Shi Han and Stone, the two sons of Shi Dan in the service; There are also the four brothers of the Hou Jin family in the city capital: Jin She, Jin Shen, Jin Rao, and Jin Qin, except for the youngest Jin Zun, all came; There is another person, who is surprising, the grandson of the former emperor Xiao Wangzhi, Xiao Shao; In the end, of course, Yu Tian, a sworn friend. In addition, there are more than ten scholars, all of whom are a little familiar, although they are not the children of the powerful, but they are also people who can get in touch with each other, and they are the younger brothers of several sons.

Yu Tian spoke in a very loud voice, and almost the entire lobby heard the three words "Fuping Hou", which made people look sideways and were all envious. And the mother greeted her with a few smiling faces, her mouth boasting like a flower, and a pair of charming eyes, which stuck to the face of the young prince like glue.

Stone clapped his hands and laughed: "Look, Mother Fangcai's eyes are still sticking to Ji Zi, and now as soon as Yi Xiao comes out, Mother Fang's eyes can't be pulled out, it seems that Yi Xiao is still the winner!" ”

The mother's face was rarely red, she covered her mouth with her sleeves, ate and laughed, twisted her waist and made a gesture to stick to Yu Tian's body, causing a burst of laughter.

In the laughter, Zhang Fang was welcomed by a group of teenagers into the private room that had already been opened. Han Jun followed upstairs with the little four and a few other little guys, and stayed outside the door to listen.

After entering the house and settling down, Yu Tian, who was the owner today, slapped his hands, and a group of female dancers came out like butterflies wearing flowers, leaning on the side of the teenagers, persuading them to drink and order, talking and laughing, and the house became lively.

There was also a female singer sitting next to Zhang Fang, about fifteen or sixteen years old, quite beautiful, with a bit of motherly charm in her eyes, and she was reluctant to move away when she looked at Zhang Fang. She wanted to lean over, but was held up by the scabbard of the pretty gentleman in front of her who lay horizontally on the side of her legs. Although this female trick committed a bit of a nymphomaniac, she was accustomed to being sent after all, and soon understood, so she sat obediently and didn't dare to think about anything.

Zhang Fang pressed the sword with one hand and held the other hand, and when he raised his head and drank, his eyes flew and he carefully observed the group of teenagers one by one.

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ps: The names of the young people in the capital in the article are all derived from historical materials, that is, they are all real historical figures, not made up by the author. (To be continued.) )