"You can come out, let General Ben do such things in the middle of the night, you can tell me what to do."

Under the corner of the wall, a dark figure stood up, and the word Qiao engraved with a sword on his waist was still clearly visible in the night.

Jiang Zitang raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Anhe lightly, and Qiao Anhe was still muttering there: "This time, you have to bring me the good wine in your mansion to drink, otherwise I won't poke you out of the matter of entering the princess's mansion this night." ”

"Hurry up, don't be noisy."

"Got it, got it."

Qiao Anhe rolled his eyes, lifted the collar of the dignified prime minister of the Northern Dynasty and jumped, separated by a wall, and his nose was full of the fragrance of begonia flowers.

Jiang Zitang smoothed the collar with his hand, slowly walked back to the study, and asked, "You came back half a month early, how is the matter over there in Qidi?" ”

As soon as he mentioned this, Qiao Anhe's expression became serious, and he replied: "I sneaked in quietly before, and found that there was indeed recruiting troops over there, and the entry and exit were especially strict. ”

"Keep an eye on the spies."

"This will naturally," Qiao Anhe sat on a chair when he walked into the study, "Anyway, what do you think about the assassination of the princess, I didn't return to the city with my father today, but I still heard the news, someone blocked the sword?" ”

Jiang Zitang nodded and said, "It's that Honggu." ”

"Honggu?" Qiao Anhe frowned, "What do they want to do?" ”

Jiang Zitang clenched the celadon cup in his hand and said coldly: "No matter what you want to do, I will let them know what they can and can't do!" ”

Qiao Anhe was noncommittal about this, he was good friends with Jiang Zitang when he was a teenager, this Xiangye is not as gentle as jade on the surface, otherwise how could he escape from the mouth of the jackal, tiger and leopard of the Jiang family.

The candle wax burned on the lamp and flowed down the mouth of the lamp to become a red mark on the table, and the two discussed it all night, and Qiao Anhe stretched his waist and stood up.

"That's it, I'll go back to the house first, and you will report to the emperor."

"Well, you can go back, I will also visit General Qiao in two days." Jiang Zitang rubbed his eyebrows, a little tired, and just closed his eyes, he suddenly called the person at the door again: "An He, you really don't want to see Miss Zhu." ”

Qiao Anhe's footsteps stagnated, and he frowned and said: "I wish the girl is not related, why do you want to see her, if she is seen by others, I am afraid that it will not be good for the reputation of the girl's family, Zitang will not say this again in the future." ”

When the words fell, Qiao Anhe stepped out of the door, and did not go out of the house from the main gate, but found a side door to go out, it was still early, there were few pedestrians on the street, only two or three early farmers carried hoes and walked slowly on the street.

In front is the Liren Bridge, the famous bridge of Chang'an City is undoubtedly this one, the famous place since ancient times will always carry one or two legendary stories, this Liren Bridge is famous precisely because it is rumored that this is the martyrdom of a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

The storyteller of Chang'an City loves to tell the story here, which is nothing more than the love between men and women, and they are chased by their families to this place, and they both jump into the river hand in hand, and they can't hold hands before they die, and they want to be reunited after death.

Qiao Anhe is not very fond of such stories, and for him, it is not as good as a bowl of rice wine in the desert.

"General Joe......"

In the early morning, the white fog was cloudy, and a girl standing on the bridge was holding a paper umbrella, and I don't know how long she had been waiting here, and the upper of her shoes was also wet.

"I wish the girl."

Qiao Anhe stood still and stopped moving forward, and replied to Zhu Yanhe, Zhu Yanhe looked at the sword-eyed person in front of her, everyone praised her for her speech on weekdays, but now she is snorting but doesn't know how to speak.

"I wish the girl that she is fine, and Qiao will leave first."

"General Qiao," Zhu Yanhe hurriedly opened her mouth to stop the people who were leaving, her voice seemed eager and abrupt on the empty bridge, and she slowly breathed a few sighs of relief in her heart before she spoke again: "How is everything going recently, general?" ”

"Very good, thank you, girl."

Obviously there are a lot of things to say, but there is only one word of hello left on the lips, when he didn't see him among the people returning to the city yesterday, Zhu Yanhe knew that he might have come back a long time ago, and the bridge away from the people is the only way to go to the General's Mansion, she was waiting here early in the morning, whether she could wait or not she didn't know, but if she didn't wait, she might not even be able to see one side.

The fog is cold, and the person is cold, and the tall and handsome man walked off the bridge without saying a word, and he just wished the girl from beginning to end.