Many years ago, the sun was crisp and loose because it was so old, because it shone on the streets of Chang'an City. The main street of Chang'an may not be much different from other places, it is characterized by straight, horizontal and vertical, flat and stable, as if to let you walk on it step by step to settle down. This is a Chinese building, although it may be murderous everywhere, but the building is still magnificent, square, stable, and seems to be peaceful.

is like the smile on the face of the Chang'an people, solidified and natural, like affection, but these smiles have never been so frightened by Er Bing, who has never called a taxi before, probably because of Xi and forgotten about each other. Er Bing is a simple-minded countryman, although his hometown is Xianyang, he has lived in Chang'an City with their master for nearly ten years. He was used to seeing the wood-yellow faces of the Chang'an people and their faint, very standard and subtle smiles, and he never felt anything fierce. But the day before yesterday, he saw with his own eyes that when the fourth aunt who was buying vegetables for the back room turned to the back street, she had just left the door of the house a dozen steps before she was killed by a Chang'an man who looked at her and smiled so peacefully.

- His sharp knife was quickly pulled out of the rib on the side of the basket in Auntie's right hand, and it was a green blade, even the color was dull, and there was no light. The vegetables in the basket were scattered all over the ground, and all the ground was green, except for the blood that dripped on the stone pavement.

Er Bing rubbed his eyes, as if he saw the tragic situation at that moment again. Auntie is also an old servant of the master's family, who came before him, twelve years ago—to his horror, this is only the beginning.

The car turned around Ping'an and arrived at Suzaku Fang.

Er Bing looked at the archway of Suzaku Fang, and his heart twitched tightly. On the morning of the day before yesterday, a dead cat was hung on the archway of the merit square where his master lived.

That's not even a cat, it's just a lump of meat. The cat had just died, but its skin had been peeled off. The skin was so skillfully peeled that not a drop of blood was shed, leaving only a thin net-like film still wrapped around the cat's flesh. But at that time, everyone didn't know what it was, and they didn't expect it to be Afie, who had just been lost by their family last night.

Until noon, the 'Li Ji' fur shop delivered the winter fur hat made for the little young master. The little master opened the box and screamed. The hat in the box was gone, leaving a neat cat skin, and on the yellow satin was a black and gray cat skin, which everyone recognized as Afei. Madame's fingers holding the box trembled, and they slammed against the thick and stiff cardboard box. It was a beautiful finger, a finger that had paid Er Bing, a finger that had personally simmered soup for the servants when they were sick, and a finger that had worn a gold ring and had so gently stroked a gray-black kitten. The thought that this finger would tremble with fear one day, the fear in Er Bing's heart would be swept away, and he would be angry-angry-up! He could only hold the handle of the whip in his hand tightly, as if trying to squeeze water out of the hardwood. He—hate! But he can't say what he hates, he hates this Chang'an City, hates these horizontal and straight streets, only on such a street, will those ghostly and dark psychology and those despicable and shameless calculations grow, he also hates the smile of Shi Ran and the scum on the faces of those people, he knows that his master was exhausted to death by these people and these things in this Chang'an City.

But he loves this Chang'an, in the evening of winter, when the master is there, sometimes he will be asked to put on the car, go straight to the west of the city of Leyouyuan, at that time there is no one on the Leyou Plain, only the sunset, so big that it occupies the sunset of the entire sky, followed by the withered grass, the boundless withered grass, the withered grass of the sky. The master stood in the withered grass, his withered grass-colored face bathed in the sun's remnants, and his body looked thin and hard, like calligraphy on the remnants of the stele on the Leyou Plain. Er Bing knew that at that moment, the master was resting, integrating his heart into the sunset and resting in the reckless wasteland.

His slender master, surnamed Xiao, was the iron-clad imperial historian of Chang'an City, and the person Er Bing truly admired as a god in his life—even though many people in Chang'an City didn't know the name.

The horse that pulled the cart for Erbing was an old horse, and its fur had fallen off a little by leaning on the wheel. Strength also began to decay, ten years ago Er Bing just started to drive for the Xiao family when it was already a little disgusted with it, two years later he and the master became more familiar, he proposed to change a jujube red horse, jujube red horse is the most popular in Chang'an City, tall and strong, round belly and waist fat, but Xiao Imperial Envoy just shook his head, he said that this horse was ridden when he entered Beijing to catch the exam, when it was still a pony, he read a poem to Er Bing, saying that it was Du Shi:

It has been a long time, and the snow and cold are deep.

The old man in the dust tried his best, and he was sick and sad at the end of the year.

The hairy bones are not very many, and they are still tame.

The subtlety of the thing is not shallow, and it is moved to groan.

This is the first time Er Bing has heard a reader read a poem to him seriously, and he also explained it to him seriously, as if he could really understand. He felt that he didn't really understand anything at the time, and he only read two words from his master's face: sincerity.

Afterwards, he begged the master to write down the poem that the master read on paper, and specially found someone to teach him to memorize it. He was illiterate, but he had been reading these forty words for eight years, and he knew them anyway. He didn't dare to say whether he understood anything else, but looking at the horse, he felt for the first time that as long as the master was still in the day, his errand should be stable. It was also the first time he read a person's majesty from a person's peace.

He felt that Imperial Envoy Xiao had this kind of majesty, although he seemed to be powerless, but as long as he stood wherever he went, in Er Bing's eyes, the world there would be stable.

He felt that only his master was worthy of living in the "Merit Fang", although the Merit Fang was only a place where middle and lower class families only lived in Chang'an City, there was no "Junyang Fang" Lianyunqi Mansion style, nor did it have the wealth of "Wuyi Fang" Jinzidang Street. But Er Bing felt that the fang was named after a person, and the merit workshop was very important in the workshop of Chang'an City.

His master's surname is Xiao, his name is Yue Zheng, and he is the official envoy of the imperial residence - his official reputation is very good, but no one knows it; He lived as a meme, but no one knew about it; He doesn't seek to be heard, so no one knows. His envoy is nameless.

The famous one in Chang'an City is the "Yuezi Branch" in the Vermilion Bird Fang. The "Yuezi" branch is a dart bureau, and its main bureau is in Luoyang. Its branch in Chang'an is known as "Chang'an Yue", although Chang'an Yue is only a sub-bureau, with only one tent, three escort darts and sixteen executioners, but it is more famous than all the general bureaus of dart bureaus in Chang'an. It doesn't do much business, because it never does business with ordinary customers, and the objects of its business are only the various dart games in Chang'an City. In other words - it is not a bodyguard for the client, it is only a bodyguard for the dart bureau.

This is funny, and those who are puzzled ask: then where does it come from? Isn't this a house under a shelf house, with beds stacked on top of each other? You must know that although Chang'an has declined after the imperial court moved its capital to Luoyang, there are still countless wealthy families and huge families, and naturally, the business of dart is fiercely competitive. Those who eat this bowl of dart in this city are not idle people, people take the darts by themselves, why raise a dart bureau for the bodyguards of the dart bureau?

But with the experience of the past 16 years, Chang'an people have found that as long as they accept the 'Yuezi Dart Bureau' bodyguard's dart game, they have not lost a single dart in the past 16 years. Of course, there are also those who do not believe in evil among their peers. For more than 30 years, the "Three-Ring Dart Bureau", which was at its peak in Chang'an City, refused to accept this softness, and resolutely refused "Chang'an Yue" to be their bodyguard for the Dart Bureau, and it had been calm for 13 years without an accident. Insiders all said that it was the "Three-Ring Dart Bureau" that was the main root of the game. The main of the three-ring dart bureau Tan Houxing was born in the south of the country, and the south mountain is on the side of Chang'an, but a hundred miles, there is something in the bureau, within one day, strong reinforcement is set up, in this area of Gansu and Shaanxi, who dares to move the dart of the old man of the "three rings" Tan? But no one expected: after thirteen years of calm, something happened to the third ring!

That dart pressure is the jade double jade tower on the offering, high and reachable, clear and clear, is the rare beauty of the jade unearthed in Khotan. Everyone who saw it said: Such a good jade, such ingenuity, within a hundred years, can not be obtained again. The dart is connected by three rings, and it is personally sent by Tan Houxing's most proud nephew, Tan Mengfei, the pillar of optimus who is also the next generation of the Zhongnan faction, followed by the three senior brothers he invited from the Zhongnan faction. It is said that Tan Mengfei's one-handed "Zhongnan Yinling Show" swordsmanship, among the three generations of the Zhongnan faction, I am afraid that no one can beat it. Even if he is the first master of the layman in the faction, that is, the old man Tan himself went out, his strength is only so, but what is surprising is that this dart is lost!

After throwing the dart, the Zhongnan faction poured out the strength of more than 100 masters of the upper and lower generations of the faction, plus the relatives and friends of Old Man Tan, searched all over the three provinces, and did not find out that he was ugly, only knew that it might be a first-class master organization in the underworld, and the people on the rivers and lakes called the Mo family robbery "Mo Jiajiao", but this Mo family has always been a mystery in the rivers and lakes, coming without a trace, going without a trace, without evidence, and Old Man Tan can do nothing to him. Three months after the loss of the dart is also the deadline for the dart owner to ask the dart board to chase the dart, just in time for the birthday of Mr. Tan - the 60th birthday. Old Man Tan wanted to celebrate well, but this next birthday feast was unintentionally opened, and the people of the Zhongnan faction were relatively sad. But that day, "Chang'an Yue" sent an executioner to deliver a big gift.

This gift is the missed dart.

The attached sticker also said that in order to recover this dart, "Chang'an Yue" mourned three darts sent by the General Administration and a trip executioner, and the rest did not say anything, wishing Mr. Tan a thousand years.

Old Man Tan couldn't say a word. The entire Chungnam faction and his relatives were dumb. The next day, Mr. Tan walked into the door of "Chang'an Yue" for the first time and respectfully returned in person. After returning home, he asked someone to dismantle the signboard of the "Three Rings Dart Bureau", and slapped the "Three Rings of Death" on his left hand, food and ring finger with a palm on the stone drum at the head of the door, and said: "From now on, there are no people from the Tan family in the rivers and lakes." ”

The Zhongnan faction was also sealed for three years.

After the earth-shattering storm in these rivers and lakes. Everyone was surprised to find that Chang'an Yuezhong was still in charge of the overall situation only a master of the tent, with three darts and sixteen executioners under his command, and even the head of the sub-bureau was still vacant.

But the name of the tent, Mr. Lang, has spread in Chang'an City, and even the village children and elders, monks, nuns, women and children, are also known to everyone, and no one knows it.

The door face of "Chang'an Yue" is not large, but the entrance and retreat of the door head is very wide, which can accommodate more than ten large cars. In "Chang'an Yue", in a year, only during the three festivals, it is rare to be lively, and it is full of rows here, and the door is always guarded by two executioners. "Chang'an Yue" is rarely updated, today it is rare to be two younger young men, the dart head on duty at the door is from the "Five Tigers Pengmen" Jiujo Songshik. With the growth of fame, the darts in "Chang'an Yue" did not add any arrogance, and Kujou Songshik was especially the most modest of the three dartheads. He was not from a high sect, but he was a young master who was admired by everyone in Chang'an City. At this time, he was looking at the sunset outside the door with some boredom, and as soon as the sun fell on the edge of the wall of the opposite house, he would jump up and tell the man to rest—the old man Guo, who had his own doorkeeper at night, greeted him.

He could already smell the faint smell of rice coming from the courtyard behind him. Shi Kline is a proper person, many years of life licking blood, so that he already feels that the sweetest thing in the world is the rice simmered by his wife, his smile has hung on the corner of his lips, and he is already about to get up from the wooden bench, at this time, a car stopped at the door.

It was an old horse pulling the cart, but it was pure, and the driver looked like a countryman, but he was a simple man. The car was old and clean, the paint on the two wooden wheels had peeled off a little, and the curtain was also old Sichuan brocade, but somehow, the car gave people a dignified bearing, like a deep door driving out. Sk was stunned for a moment and stood up. The two young executioners who guarded the door did not know why, and I don't know why Shi Darttou was so polite today. But I heard the man who drove the car say: "I'm sorry, it's my grandmother in the car, a female dependent, please open the door, and the grandmother can get out of the car when you enter the door." ”

This is unprecedented in "Chang'an Yue". Chang'an Yue has always been low-key and easy to treat people, over the years, there are some dignified men who come in and out of the house, and this is the first time that a woman has come to the door. The two executioners were still stunned, Shi Ke pondered, and with a wave of his hand, the two executioners finally opened the door that was rarely opened on weekdays. With a "squeak", the threshold was removed, and the car swayed through the door.