When night fell on the earth, the doors of the shops were closed one after another, except for Wuhou, who patrolled the streets from time to time, and there was no pedestrian to be seen.

There are some people in the Xiuwen Workshop who are still brightly lit, the Fang Yuan's family in the southeast corner is feasting on the distinguished guests from afar, and there is a brothel in the northwest corner, silk and bamboo singing music, wafting in the night with the sound of beauty.

In Yang Fan's hut, a light is like a bean, and it is extremely quiet. A rat poked its head out of the corner of the wall, and seemed a little uneasy by the unusual silence, squeaked twice, and finally gave up its plans and turned back into the hole.

The dim light shone on Yang Fan, and Yang Fan knelt on the ground, dressed in neat short clothes.

The burden on the bird's nest has been retrieved by him, and at this moment he untied it and spread it on several cases, Yang Fan took out a sharp short knife, tried the sharp blade with his fingertips, inserted it into the most easily pulled out position on his waist, and then took out a small sword and gently inserted it into the leggings.

Zuihou, he took out another mask, the mask with a blue face, red eyebrows, and two snow-white fangs, which looked terrifying in the night. It was a repelling mask that could be bought everywhere on the street, Yang Fan gently put the mask on his lap, waved his palm to extinguish the candle, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

"Bang! Bangbang! ”

The sound of banging on the watch came faintly from a distance, and Yang Fan's thoughts were stirring in blood: the crowd running for their lives all over the mountains and valleys, the arrows and blades chasing and killing them like hunters, the corpses that had fallen, men, women, old people, children, ......, a green-robed civil official with concave eyes and an eagle nose stood on the high slope, coldly shouting: "Kill!" Kill them all! Don't let anyone go! ”

Yang Fan's body shook suddenly, his eyes opened suddenly, and two lightning flashes seemed to flash in the dim room, and then the essence gradually disappeared and became unremarkable.

Superior martial arts cultivate not only the body, but also the mind. His heart is calmer and more dignified than most of his peers.

"Take the plan as the top, plan first and then act!" This is a sentence that his father once explained to him when he was a child, and this sentence was completely deaf to him at that time, but somehow, he can often remember it now.

After a long time, Yang Fan gently buckled the mask on his face, and he turned into a fierce ghost with blue face and shackles.

Yang Fan stood up slowly, and flashed out of the room like a ghost.

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A quaint and elegant study.

On the bookshelves on both sides are some antique utensils, as well as some literary and historical classics.

Under the wall, there is a case of curled ears with a gauze lamp, paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and a stack of files.

Behind the case sat cross-legged Yang Mingsheng, the chief of the criminal department, and there was a huge character screen behind him, on which dragons and phoenixes danced, and lines of ink-drenched characters were written:

"The Han family has its own system, which is based on the overlord and miscellaneous, but it is purely moral and moral, and Zhou Zhenghu is used! And the vulgar Confucianism is not up to the time, but it is good that the past is not the present, so that people are dazzled by the name and the truth, and they don't know what to keep, how to appoint! Therefore, those who use the country should be righteous and king, believe in and hegemon, be king, and hegemon, and assist the king with domineering......"

Yang Mingsheng took a sip of tea, flipped through a page of the dossier, and continued to read carefully.

The tea soup is not clear, because this tea is filled with salt, peppercorns, ginger, jujubes, cheese and other condiments, and the soup is stewed in a pot of hodgepodge, and the taste is really not good for modern tastes, but this is the tea ceremony at this time.

At this time, tea was not a popular drink in the upper class of the Tang Dynasty, except for the people in the Bashu area, only monks and Taoists liked to drink tea. The Shu people were the first to use tea as a drink, and the Sichuan people with a developed sense of taste began to drink tea as early as the Western Han Dynasty, but this habit was limited to the locals, and Yang Mingsheng was a Shu person, so there was a habit that was not popular in Luoyang. …,

Yang Mingsheng finished reading this page of the dossier, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea gently, gently pushed the teacup with green glaze and white flowers to the side, slightly narrowed the sharp eyes like a falcon, looked at the closed dossier in front of him, stroked his beard, and fell into a leisurely contemplation.

At this time, a figure ghostly climbed into the courtyard of Yang Langzhong's house.

The mansion of Yang Langzhong's family is magnificent, covering several acres, but it is also quiet at night, and there are only lanterns hanging in some places in the middle of the house, which gently shake in the evening breeze and emit a dim light.

At this time, many large families did not have certain rules for building houses, and they would build houses according to different topography and geography, or according to the different interests and hobbies of the owners, so the architectural patterns of the houses were not the same, and it was not easy to judge where the owners lived based on experience.

Moreover, Yang Fan has been overseas since he was a child, and he is not very familiar with the layout of the mansions of large families in the Central Plains, but he has patience, and after sneaking into Yang's house, Yang Fan is not in a hurry to act, he stands quietly for a while.

Although there is only a wall away from the cross street in the fangzhong, he has never been to this Yang mansion, he first familiarized himself with the scenery and layout of the courtyard, and then he lowered his body and touched the back house.

Suddenly, he stopped behind a clump of flowers, and he keenly noticed a lamp in the corner of the porch, under which a large black dog was lying lazily. Yang Fan's brows furrowed slightly, the Yang family has vicious dogs, but this is a trouble.

Dogs have a much more sensitive sense of smell and hearing than humans, and can detect the intrusion of strangers from a long distance, and it would be very bad if they barked a few times to attract the attention of the night watchman of the yard.

Yang Fan cautiously approached, and when he was still far away, the black dog suddenly raised his head, looked left and right, and sniffed his nose vigilantly, as if he had noticed something unusual.

Yang Fan immediately zhanzhu and did not go any further, he originally wanted to kill this night watch dog, but just as he wanted to act, his heart suddenly moved again, and a question suddenly came to mind: "Yang Mingsheng is the criminal department of the criminal department, in charge of criminal prison proceedings, and he is in a high position, and his precautions in the palace cannot be too lax." There are night watchdogs here, but are there night watchmen?

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It has been standing under the osmanthus tree for a long time.

The night breeze was a little cool, he wrapped his cloak tightly, took a deep breath, the trees were full of osmanthus flowers, the sweet fragrance was overflowing, and the smell was quite refreshing.

He was a good night watchman for a small amount of money, and he chose a good position.

This position was in a corner of the courtyard, and he could see the entire atrium, and any object could not escape his eyes, and no matter which direction one came in, it was not easy to find the night watchman standing under the tree, dressed in colorful clothes, almost the same color as the bark. With his back to the tree, he didn't have to worry about someone sneaking up from behind.

There was a faint sound of bangs on the street, and he spent a little money to listen to it, it was almost three shifts, and it was time to change shifts in half an hour, he had been standing for a long time, and his feet were a little sore. He wanted to jump on the osmanthus tree, sit on the branches and rest for a while, and after half an hour, he could go back and sleep well.

A gust of wind blew, and some osmanthus petals fell from the tree, and Hua Xiaoqian let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife, and with a bend of his knees, he jumped up.

Spend a small amount of money every night to watch the night, each time the night is two hours, the position he chooses is always here, every night in the dead of night, he will jump on this laurel tree to rest, so he knows this laurel tree well, he doesn't need to look up at all, he can clearly know the appearance of this laurel tree, know that there is a horizontal branch there, can bear his weight, and sit there is still very comfortable.

Spending a little money is good, a dry land plucking onions, jumped up a zhang high, and then he stretched out his hand, the hand stretched out should just touch a horizontal branch, just reach out and climb, you can pull xiangshang, waist twist, just sit on the branch, back to the tree, smell the fragrance of flowers. …,

But this time there was some surprise, as soon as his body jumped up, he felt his shoulders sink, his mouth was tightly covered, and the hand that was about to climb the branch was tightly choked by a large hand like iron pincers, and it was pushed against his back in a strange posture, and the slightest force would be painful.

He fell back to the ground, and there was already one more person behind him, and the moonlight shone behind him, and a pair of figures appeared on the ground.

"Silence! If you don't want to die! ”

This is a hoarse and old voice, spending a small amount of money and only moving slightly, knowing that there is no room for resistance at all, and quickly nodded to indicate that he is willing to cooperate.

The hand covering his mouth loosened slightly, and quickly slid into his throat, and the throat of Hua Xiaoqian was tightly choked, and the strength of his fingers was very strong, and he knew very well that as long as he shouted, that hand could immediately crush his throat.

"Who is the old man, do you know that this is the mansion of Yang Langzhong of the Department of Justice of the Criminal Department?"

spent a small amount of money and immediately revealed the identity of his master, he hoped that the other party was a thief and a thief, and he didn't know the identity of the owner of this mansion for a while.

After all, there are still a few thieves who do not fight with the officials, and Yang Langzhong is an official in charge of the judicial prison, and the thieves are even more reluctant to deal with him.

It's a pity that he was disappointed, and the old man's deep voice said hoarsely: "The old man is here for Yang Mingsheng!" ”

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