In the palace, Wang Shou stood quietly outside the hall, and the attendants on both sides lowered their eyebrows, and no one dared to look at the emperor's watchdog.

An attendant came out, he was very thin, his eyes were slightly red, he raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Shou, and said lightly: "Come in." ”

Wang Shou silently followed behind him.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, Wang Shou said softly: "Does Han Shishi from the Inner Servant Province also wear old shoes?" ”

The inner servant in front of him is Han Shishi, the boss of the Inner Servant Province, who is wearing a pair of old shoes under his feet, which is quite inconsistent with his identity.

Han Shishi went in indifferently.

Wang Shou looked at his back and sneered in his heart. Both of them are the emperor's dogs, the difference is that he is a watchdog, while Han Shishi is the dog next to the emperor.

Who wants to be a watchdog?

Wang Shou!

He raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor on the throne, his eyes were more fanatical, and then he saluted, "The slave has seen Your Majesty." ”

The Emperor looked at the void in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Shou said: "Your Majesty, Yan Cheng is ...... book again. ”

The Emperor still looked at the void with an indifferent expression.

Wang Shou glanced down at Han Shishi.

Han Shishi stood calmly down, looking at his nose and his nose at his heart, like a statue of a god, but a little thin.

At some point, the Emperor withdrew his gaze from the void and said, "Go." ”

Wang Shou's head was raised, "The slave understands. ”

He was the emperor's confidant when he was in the palace, and the emperor heard an inexplicable sentence from outsiders, but he understood the meaning.

Wang Shou retired, and Han Shishi sent him out.

Outside the hall, Wang Shou turned his head and looked at Han Shishi with his lonely right eye.

The two looked at each other silently.

Wang Shou suddenly smiled, "We haven't been able to figure out the details of you, let's drink another day?" ”

Han Shishi turned around and went in.

Wang Shou shook his head slightly, and there was more murder in his eyes.

……

Yan Cheng was writing hard in the room.

Occasionally looking up, he also looked at the void, and there was more longing in his eyes.

……

At the same time, Yang Xuan heard Jiu Niang's wonderful voice for the first time in the Qinglou.

"The lonely pillow is cold and has frequent dreams, and several doubts are true. I know that good dreams are useless, and I still want to be the person in your dreams. ”

Jiuniang on the stage has a moving singing voice, and the interpretation of a love poem is moving.

Zhao Sanfu looked back excitedly, "How?" ”

Yang Xuan's expression was calm, "Not bad." ”

Zhao Sanfu paused for a moment, "You actually feel ordinary?" ”

I've heard a lot of songs, old fashion, rock 'n' roll......

As soon as Yang Xuan's heart moved, he thought of the Vermilion Bird in his arms.

Jiuniang on the stage suddenly covered her face with her sleeves, which meant to retire. The audience suddenly became noisy.

"Jiu Niang, I'll pay 100,000 yuan!"

A man in fancy clothes shouted like a man.

100,000 dollars, what if I had 100,000 dollars?

Yang Xuan glanced at the man enviously, and then said, "Go back." ”

Zhao Sanfu sighed: "It's a pity that I can't smell Jiuniang's body fragrance, otherwise I would be willing to live for ten days." Hey! ”

Zhao Sanfu suddenly burst for a while, and then shouted: "Jiu Niang, I have a poem ......"

Jiu Niang is an artist, not a person, and the only way to win her heart is talent. At this moment, several men were chanting their poems aloud.

Yang Xuan looked at Zhao Sanfu's eager appearance and knew what he wanted to do, so he nodded and signaled him to be casual.

Zhao Sanfu said loudly: "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, if you want to drink pipa, urge immediately." ”

The voice at the scene suddenly lowered, and Jiu Niang, who was just about to turn around on the stage, stopped and looked at Zhao Sanfu in surprise.

Zhao Sanfu said proudly: "Don't laugh when you are drunk and lying on the battlefield, and a few people have come back to fight in ancient times." ”

The Tang Dynasty has been fighting continuously since the founding of the country, and the people of the Tang Dynasty are also proud of serving in the army. Biansai poems flourished during this period, but over the years there were few famous poems.

And as soon as this side poem came out, it was almost deafening.

Yang Xuan said in a low voice: "Don't mention me!" ”

He retreated on the spot, his gaze swept over Jiu Niang, then over everyone, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Out of the crowd, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a little empty.

He walked out of the green building, and the outside was empty at the moment, which added a bit of loneliness.

Syllable!

Someone slapped him the shoulder.

Yang Xuan turned around, but it was Zhao Sanfu.

"Jiu Niang didn't pay attention to you?" Yang Xuan was curious. He knows the power of this poem, not to mention Jiuniang, Shi Niang also has to kneel.

Zhao Sanfu said heroically: "When can't a woman be close? ”

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Let's drink!"

They hooked their shoulders and went to find a remote wine shop, Zhao Sanfu wantonly boasted that he was like a fish in water in the party, and Yang Xuan just listened quietly.

The liquor shop was full of peddlers and pawns, shouting loudly and scolding casually; The smell of wine and food mixed with the smell of sweat and feet, and the shopkeeper stood behind the counter and took a nap...... Zhao Sanfu on the opposite side was boasting about his brilliant 'achievements'.

Yang Xuan occasionally looked outside, thinking how good it would be if Yang Luo suddenly walked in?

What a thief!

Am I the son of a thief?

Yang Xuan felt that he was ninety percent likely to be Yang Luo's son. But he was curious, if so, why Yang Luo had left him in Xiaohe Village instead of taking him with him.

Could it be that Yang Luo looked for a woman again, and that woman was domineering, and he didn't dare to take me there?

Yang Luo felt that this possibility was not small, so his slightly sour attitude was comforted.

Later, the two of them came out of the wine shop, looking at the sunshine, Yang Xuan actually felt a little like a world away.

"Go back!"

Zhao Sanfu wanted to return to the mirror, he hooked Yang Xuan's shoulder, and said very seriously: "You don't even know the past of Datang, you will be laughed at in the future." I have a few books there that you can take back and read. ”

It is naturally impossible for people like Zhao Sanfu who licked blood at the knife edge to carry history books, and the only possibility was specially prepared for Yang Xuan.

The two went all the way to the Imperial City.

But when they saw the gates of the imperial city, they also saw a group of people.

A crowd of people gathered in silence around the city gates.

"Take a look."

Zhao Sanfu took the lead and squeezed in.

Someone turned around dissatisfied, "Squeeze Ni Niang!" ”

Zhao Sanfu raised his eyes and raised his waist card, the man was frightened, "It's the stake of the mirror platform!" ”

The mirror platform is the watchdog of the emperor to the five surnames of the family, but it is a life-urging charm for others.

The two of them squeezed to the front with the murderous name of the mirror platform.

Yan Cheng stood there, facing the imperial city gate.

Many civil officials will carry horizontal swords when they are not in trouble, but they will not show their martial courage when they are in office. But Yan Cheng was wearing a horizontal knife at the moment.

More than a dozen sergeants guarding the door in front were on guard.

"Put down the knife!"

There was a person Yang Xuan was familiar with, Jin Wuwei's Vice General Han. At this moment, Vice General Han pointed at Yan Cheng with a nervous face and scolded.

Jin Wuwei is in charge of public security in Chang'an, if Yan Cheng carries a knife and shouts a few words of rebellion, Vice General Han can wipe his neck in advance.

Yan Cheng stood there, his official uniform rustling in the wind.

Yang Xuan didn't know what he wanted to do, Zhao Sanfu found an acquaintance and asked, "Yan Cheng, why is this?" ”

The man said: "Previously, Yan Cheng's Shangshu was beaten back, and Shangguan said that he should go home and rest. Go back to the place as an official. ”

This is similar to exile.

Is Yan Cheng angry?

Yang Xuan felt that it was okay, at least he still had the possibility of making a comeback.

Behind the crowd, He Huan was surrounded by a group of people and sneered: "What does he want to do?" Farewell to the Emperor? ”

Yan Cheng walked forward slowly.

Vice Admiral Han's face was ugly, "Stop!" ”

Yan Cheng said calmly: "The old man does not enter the imperial city. ”

If you don't go in, it's not a violation.

Vice General Han watched him approach the city gate, and a thought rose to him, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He just wanted to ask someone to pull Yan Cheng up, but Yan Cheng knelt down violently.

He knelt before the gate and struck it with his head.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Blood dripped to the ground, and the sound was small, as small as the sound of a forehead striking against a city gate.

Yan Cheng raised his head, his face was bleeding, and he shouted: "Your Majesty, there can only be one emperor in the Tang Dynasty." ”

He Huan in the back turned pale, "This cheap dog slave dares to compare us to emperors, who are here." ”

The staff behind him approached, He Huan squinted at Yan Cheng, "Looking for a ...... who is not afraid of death"

Yan Cheng is knocking!

Zhao Sanfu said shockingly: "Since the history books have recorded, there have been three knocks, all of which were in the previous dynasty. This is the first time since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the first time to ......"

Vice General Han just wanted to hit his head to death at the moment, and personally led people to erect Yancheng.

"Get out!"

The sergeants formed a human wall, which was once impregnable in northern Xinjiang, but now appeared in Chang'an, just to block an official who knocked on the que.

Yan Cheng turned around, staggered forward, and said slowly: "There is no other day in the sky, and the five surnames of the family are high, and they are unknown emperors. How should the national policy be planned? Is it for the Tang Dynasty, or for the powerful? In the long run, the country will not be ......"

A large, tattered-clad man stumbled towards him.

No one noticed that the big man was holding a short knife in his backhand.

Yan Cheng's eyebrows were more resolute, and he raised his head and shouted: "The five surnames of the family will not fall, and the ministers will not be blind to death!" ”

The hearts of the people were awe-struck, knowing that this man had put his life on the line.

Zhao Sanfu praised: "What a Yan City, worthy of being someone I admire." ”

Yang Xuan also admires such hard bones.

Zhao Sanfu said: "Those books were sent by Yancheng trustees. The man refused to come near the mirror, feeling dirty. ”

It turned out to be him?

A feeling of being cared for made Yang Xuan's heart warm slightly.

Yan Cheng came slowly.

The big man stumbled and accelerated suddenly.

Someone shouted, "Be careful! ”

Yan Cheng's face was covered with blood, he reached out and wiped the blood line that fell in front of him, and saw a face approaching, with a cruel smile......

Burst!

The short knife was deeply inserted into Yan Cheng's lower abdomen, pulled out, and stabbed it again......

Burst!

Burst!

Yan Cheng looked at the big man blankly.

Dahan finally pulled out his short knife, turned around and jumped, "Yes yes is the emperor, hahahaha!" Yaye is the emperor! ”

Vice General Han was frightened by this series of events, and only then did he react at this moment and shouted: "Take down the thief!" ”

The sergeant of Jin Wuwei was rushing in frantically.

The big man jumped, rested the short knife on his neck, and pulled hard. As blood gushed out, he glanced behind him.

Yang Xuan turned around and saw He Huan surrounded by people.

He looked back.

Yan Cheng slowly knelt down holding his lower abdomen, blood continued to flow, converging into a pool of blood under him. He twitched in pain and stared blankly at the crowd, his lips squirming......

"This Datang! Should...... What to do? ”

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PS: The poem 'Lonely Pillow Cold' in this chapter is from the Ming Dynasty: Wang Wei.