The night is still early, not deep, in the surrounding buildings of Chang'an, there are thousands of lights lit, carved windows, and family members gather to eat.

Guan Kuo led without a trace, straddling Qin Kill, walking on the long street where the population is not sparse, and suddenly felt that today's mood was not bad.

His Majesty watched Qin Kill, but he didn't look at it again, he should be tired and too lazy to look.

For His Majesty, as long as he has the beloved general Zhenwei in his heart, it is enough.

Today is the first day that Guan Kuo returned to Chang'an, he didn't have any hope that Chang'an would be able to do anything that made him happy, he just wanted to return to the north as soon as possible, but at least so far, it seems that today is not bad.

He looked down and counted what he had done and experienced today, but in the end he didn't come to many insightful conclusions.

The sound of the BMW carved car running over the stone street on his side broke his thoughts, and he raised his eyes and looked at Chang'an in the night.

The lights of thousands of homes dot this splendid and prosperous land, and the beauty is still the same, just as it was back then.

But many people in the government can't see it anymore.

To be exact, he was the only one left in the Governor who could see these beauties.

He came from the palace, had a brief meal in an inn, and walked slowly down the long street, through the dense places of the mansion.

He looked at the golden plaques representing glory that appeared on both sides of the street from time to time, identified those mansions of the adults, and counted which sons and daughters were in the mansion.

In front of the stone steps of a mansion, he looked up, looked at the plaque, paused, and smiled again.

The Zhu Gate of Liu's Mansion was closed so early, he thought.

He thought back to Liu Fang's good appearance during the day, felt interesting, and suddenly sighed a little.

He continued on his way.

He turned left and right, and didn't plan a specific route, but after about two sticks of incense, his expression became a little more serious.

Those mansions here have a lot of grievances and grievances with him, and he is not afraid, but he will always have no good face.

There are fewer people on the streets, maybe the time is getting deeper and deeper, or it may be that the flow of people here is not enough.

He stood still for a long time, staring at the mansion in front of him, his face inexplicable.

He didn't know what His Majesty had asked Gonggong Peng to convey, but he was sure that the Bai family must have planted it.

After a long time, he swept his eyes to an old woman who was far away from the Bai family.

His brow furrowed, feeling a little strange.

He couldn't tell what was strange, but he was slightly aware that the woman should not be described as an "old" woman, but looking at the size and movements, it was exactly an old man.

None of the other people in a hundred people could feel this way, but he could see that there was something unusual hidden in him, which was the result of his stay with the hunchbacked old Jin for about fifteen years. This mysterious old guy really taught him a lot of things subtly.

He led the trace, who was very curious about Chang'an at night, and slowly walked towards the old woman.

The sound of horses' hooves is very regular, and even if they have left the army, they still maintain the unique temperament of the army, which may have become a habit.

This gap between the many luxurious mansions in Chang'an, such as the White Mansion, the Dragon Mansion, and the Shang Mansion, always seems a little out of place with the surrounding buildings.

Although in this area, it is not dilapidated, but it is still unbearable.

In front of that almost forgotten corner, in front of the street, sat an old woman, fiddling with some knick-knacks from her stall.

The silence was sigh-loud and heavy.

Guan Kuo led the horse and came to the woman's front and stopped.

The woman looked up and looked at him.

Traceless stared at the horse's eyes the size of a brass bell, looking straight at the woman, if it was a man, it might give the woman a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Not many people here will buy these things, unless they are passers-by like me, or handmaidens who are hard to get out of the house." Guan Kuo looked at the rough-made hairpin pendants on the stall or something, and spoke.

"It's good to have." The woman didn't look at him much, lowered her head, and continued to fiddle with the things on the stall, probably as she could tell that Guan Kuo was not a real customer.

"Why don't you find another street?" Guan Kuo asked, "If you change the street, it will be much better." ”

"I love being here."

"When did you start here, there didn't seem to be anyone here before I left Chang'an."

"If you don't buy anything, please go, young people should not be as flashy as a hopeless woman like me."

Guan Kuo didn't want to go, he returned to Chang'an, he saw a lot of things, he was in the mood to see this Chang'an again, and he didn't think this was vanity, he is now a soldier, even if His Majesty is newly named Zhaowu Lieutenant, then he is still a military attaché, when there is no enemy, how can he kill the enemy indiscriminately?

"Your voice doesn't match your appearance, and although you deliberately look older, you're still young enough." Guan Kuo didn't follow her words, but continued to ask.

The woman looked up again, stared at him, and asked, "Are you from Jing Zhaoyin?" ”

"It's not."

"So what qualifications do you have to investigate me here?"

"I just feel weird."

"There are a lot of strange things in this world, animals can walk and even ride horses, and they want to kill and kill others like animals, what is it when I'm here?"

"Why do I feel like you're scolding me?"

"It's not you I'm scolding, but if you're trying to plot something, maybe it's really you."

Guan Kuo laughed, and he suddenly felt that this woman was really interesting.

"I don't think I can plot anything against you." He said.

The woman glanced at him.

"I used to be very rich for a while, but now I can't, because I used all that money in just two or three months."

Guan Kuo's expression was a little lonely, and he suddenly fell silent.

Sensing his silence and depression, and the faint sadness buried in it, the woman no longer looked at him with little attention, but stared at him.

Maybe people who have similar painful experiences in their hearts will always have some resonance in the dark.

"I used to have more than ten years of glory and dignitaries, but now, no, overnight, those fragile things were scattered with the wind, and there was no trace left, including my relatives, my close servants, and handmaidens."

Listening to his words, the woman finally got a little moved, and this time she looked the other party up and down seriously.

Although the armor is old, it is neat, the hair is well tied, the knife at the waist, and the horse that is led without a trace are not simple.

For some reason, she has an unforgettable disgust and hatred for those lords and daughters of the princesses, in her opinion, if she meets a guy who falls into Pingyang, she will laugh a few times to clap her hands, but I don't know why, when she met Guan Kuo, she was only affected in a trance, and then felt a faint sadness, and there was no emotion she felt she should have.

"Who are you?" She finally restrained her unwanted look and took the initiative to ask.

Guan Kuo grinned.

"You know me, and you may hate me, but I don't think you have the right to hate me, because I've never hurt you."

"I am Guan Kuo, the son of Guan Qinghe."

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(End of chapter)