The Anxi secret agent's stronghold in Chang'an City has been established, and the main task is to use the falcon to communicate with Moxi and relay the news back to Moxi. Today, these things are also big things in Mi Xue's opinion, so she also used Hai Dongqing.

Of course, in Mi Xue's opinion, things are not too important, but they have just reached the line that needs to be reported to Ma Lu. And for the two Persian shamans, today's events have already made them feel dangerous.

After the two decided, they were ready to use the people in their hands to do something to test the Tang royal family and see what would happen.

The hierarchy of the Persian Temple was strict, and the news began to be sent to the two of them from the officials of Chang'an County, and it passed through the hands of eight people. To do things specifically, naturally the two of them don't need to come forward. The two of them are the identities of the shamans of the Persian temple, and their status is so revered that they naturally do not need to be involved in specific affairs. And the royal family tracked down, because of the existence of this level, it is impossible to trace them down, and it is impossible to find this hidden stronghold.

The Great Shaman and the other shamans are gone, but the foundation of the Persian Temple in Chang'an City is still there, although it lacks top-level combat power, it is still a huge network. The hidden power in the palace was wiped out by Gao Lishi, and the forces floating on the water were also cleaned up by Lijingmen, but the hidden strength under the water was still great.

As for the ultimate purpose of the Persian Temple, not many people in the entire organization know about it, and those who know it are all in status to a certain extent. Those low-level members didn't even know that the headquarters were in the Liquanfang Persian Temple—of course, the headquarters was no longer in the Liquanfang Persian Temple.

In short, the two venerable shamans felt an unusual aura, a little bit of danger. However, they do not think that danger is imminent. So they decided to do something. See how the other person responds.

The Persian merchant who was captured by Zhang Xun this time. They are all heads and faces, either the leaders of large caravans, or the merchants with strong assets in the West Market. After these people were arrested, their families and friends were extremely frightened, and they wanted to go to the Yada Hall in Chang'an County with the money, but they were all driven out by the murderous cavalry of the Longwu Army. A large number of Persians gathered near the county office, and they all looked panicked when they heard the screams coming from inside, and they didn't know what to do. However, it was evening. But things are changing.

I don't know which Persian merchant's wives and concubines and children rushed over from the West Market, and dozens of people knelt outside the Yamen of Chang'an County, keeping a certain distance from the cavalry of the Longwu Army, and everyone lowered their heads and didn't speak, just kept wiping their tears.

There are a lot of people in Chang'an who are bustling, and they can't help but shake their heads and sigh when they look at such a scene, feeling so miserable. The cavalry of the Dragon Wu Army looked at these women and children, and they didn't know what to do.

It didn't take long for dozens of Persian women and children to rush over, kneeling outside the gate of Chang'an County. He didn't say anything, he just wiped his tears there.

A wave. Another wave of ......

When the lights are turned on, there are already thousands of people kneeling outside the county government of Chang'an County, and there are thousands of people, kneeling in many rows on the small square outside the county office, and the street behind it is also occupied by a small half, which looks magnificent.

These are women and children, all of them are there to cry silently, watching the lively people feel curious, but people are compassionate, curious at the same time I can't help but feel that the Chang'an County Order is a bit excessive, so many people kneeling outside, should always come out to take a picture.

The people talked about it in the vicinity of the county government, and the matter slowly spread in Chang'an City, and there were more and more people who came to see the excitement, and some scribes consciously found a good theme, and inevitably recited a few songs in the crowd, and Piri Yangqiu's sarcasm to show their talents.

It's not a big deal, it's just a little strange. The officials reported the situation outside, and the Chang'an County Commander standing in the lobby naturally refused to take the blame, and hurriedly asked Zhang Xun what to do.

"Let them kneel, they won't die." Zhang Xunsen smiled coldly. What a man he is, this little pressure is not worth mentioning to him. As long as he thinks it's right, tens of millions of people won't care. Even if a few of these Persian women and children died on their knees, it seemed to him that there was no hindrance.

The official who came to report retreated, and Zhang Xun looked at the Chang'an County Order and smiled faintly: "If you are tired, go down and rest." ”

The Chang'an County Commander didn't even dare to say it, and Zhang Xun Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention to him anymore, but just ordered people to continue the execution.

Dozens of Persian merchants, women and children all came here, how could it be that there was no one behind them? And who is doing this behind the scenes, that's something you don't have to think about.

Before they started to ask, the people of the Persian temple couldn't bear the loneliness and jumped out, which is good. Things were moving faster than he had imagined.

It seems that among these dozens of Persian merchants, there are definitely those involved with the Persian temple, otherwise such a thing would not have happened.

He has always only asked about his own heart in doing things, and never cared about any pressure. The fact that the Persian temple jumped out to organize this matter did not cause any obstacle to him, but made him sure that this method was effective.

After tossing the last Persian merchant and fainting, Zhang Xun got up and left the lobby, went to the prison with the county order of Chang'an County, and began to ask the Persian merchants one by one. Whether these merchants are guilty or not, ten fingers have been crushed, and even if they can get out alive in the end, their hands are completely useless.

Outside the Chang'an County Ya, the women and children still knelt there under the light, and many children couldn't support their bodies and trembled, and moved their kneeling positions from time to time to make themselves feel better. The women's tears had dried up, and they knelt there with their heads bowed respectfully, looking extremely sad.

These are all Hu Nuzhong's good looks, otherwise they would not be favored by these big businessmen. Such a sad appearance is naturally pitiful to everyone, and there are more and more broken literati in the crowd of onlookers, all of whom are poetic. No one dared to joke about the murderous cavalry of the Longwu Army, but Chang'an County Ling Ke was unlucky. The Gyeonggi land is full of important ministers, and the Chang'an County Decree and the Wannian County Decree are not easy to do, even these unambitious literati dare to joke about these two Gyeonggi County Orders on weekdays, and naturally they will not let it go at this time. A poem satirizing the Chang'an County Order was recited, and if it was collected, dozens of copies would be printed.

Today's events were a little weird, but they didn't feel any danger. It's been tense for so many days, and this thing is just a chance for everyone to vent their emotions. As for the Chang'an County Order, everyone understands that he has suffered an unjustified disaster, but who cares about this. It's just a small county order, and a few people put it in their eyes.

Suddenly, a bewitching Persian woman stood up, and judging by her dress, she was supposed to be the concubine of a Persian merchant. The woman's expression was sad, and what she said in her mouth, everyone was very far away, and they couldn't really hear it—of course, she didn't speak Chang'an official dialect, but Persian, and few people could understand it—after saying that, with tears in her eyes, the woman rushed out of the crowd with tears in her eyes, and before people could react, she actually hit her head on a cypress tree at the edge of the square. There was a muffled bang, and I saw that the trunk of the cypress tree was red, and the woman fell softly, already unconscious.

This sudden change startled the scribes who were working on the words, and the others also let out a burst of exclamations. Under the light, I could faintly see a trace of white oozing from the Persian woman's forehead, and it seemed that her brain had come out.

"Someone's killed!" Someone shouted loudly. Several Chang'an County officials hurriedly snatched it up, turned the Persian woman over and looked at it, and they all shook their heads. This woman's heart is ruthless enough, and she doesn't leave the slightest room at this time, and the cypress is hard enough, and her brains are all out, how can she live?

The two officials looked at the corpse and told them not to approach, and the other two hurriedly ran to the county office. After all, human life is at stake, and Hu Nu's life is also fate, this is the land of Gyeonggi, and if someone lives it, it is a big deal, not to mention that it is still in public.

There was also a commotion among the Persian women and children kneeling on the ground, and many children were so frightened that they cried. The people and the literati were sighing one after another, and no one in the county office had yet come out, and suddenly a tall woman stood up on the edge of the crowd of Persian women and children kneeling on the ground, and suddenly crashed into the blood-stained cypress tree.

Two Chang'an County officials squatted on the ground, this time they were also caught off guard, the Persian woman was also dressed like a concubine, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face, and her speed of action was extremely fast, her kneeling position was originally very close to the cypress tree, and after hitting her head, she fell softly, and there was a red and white piece on the top of her head.

The two officials changed their faces, and they didn't know what to do for a while. The cavalry of the Longwu Army, which was maintaining order not far away, also made a slight commotion.

It's just a Hu girl, and she's a concubine, so strong! This situation is really beyond everyone's expectations.

Two tall corpses fell under the ancient cypress tree, and the gray trunk of the cypress tree was shocked by two clouds of red. Everyone saw such a miserable picture, and they were all extremely shocked.

The people of Chang'an City are accustomed to seeing the amorous bearded girls dancing in the restaurant, and the bearded girls who sell grape wine on the street have to wear clothes in order to sell wine, so they rely on their big breasts to attract guests, in the eyes of the people, the words bearded girls and Ganglie are not at all, but at this time, looking at the two corpses on the ground, everyone is extremely moved.

Just for the man to be arrested, he died outside the county government like this, such a thing, even the daughter of the Han family is not many people can do it.

I don't know what mistakes these Hu merchants made, but looking at these two conspicuous corpses, the people of Chang'an City had a lot of sympathy in their eyes. In the crowd, the voices of discussion grew louder and louder.

At this time, Long Wujun separated, and Zhang Xun, the head of the household with an angry face, walked out. Zhang Xun actually didn't know many people, but a purple robe represented his identity. The Chang'an County Order was naturally not qualified to wear a purple robe, and then people realized that there were still high-ranking officials present in Chang'an County. Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Xun to see how he dealt with this matter. (To be continued......)