The phone hung up, and "Yang Guifei" sat down stupidly, looking at the silent Tang Dynasty coffin......

"She" began to remove her makeup, time seemed to slow down a hundredfold, took off all her headdresses, washed her face with hot water, wiped off her face with oil paint, changed into a long gown, and became a man of the twentieth century, a member of parliament of the Republic of China.

He couldn't refuse this call, he couldn't keep his beloved things, just like Emperor Tang Ming of Ma Weipo, he could only watch Yang Guifei hang up the three-foot white silk.

Qu Jinghe walked out of the triple courtyard, and the subordinates and bodyguards were ready, this was the agreed time yesterday - to come to collect treasures at midnight.

He sat in the living room, sipping tea wordlessly, waiting for life and death.

Finally, the porter announced: someone is coming.

In the living room stepped into the two officers in blue uniforms, the leader was less than thirty years old, fair and handsome, but unfortunately there was a scar on the right side of his face, and the epaulettes were of the rank of colonel; There was also a younger, but tall stature, like a wild ox descending from a mountain, wearing the rank of major.

"Mr. Qu, we were ordered to come and get the treasure."

The one with the scar on his face said and sent a letter. Qu Jinghe hurriedly glanced at it, confirmed the identity of the visitor, and then instructed the little maid to make tea for the guests.

The two officers each took a sip, then waved their hands and said that it was midnight, it was not advisable to stay for a long time, please hand over quickly.

"Come with me, two."

Qu Jinghe welcomed them into the triple courtyard, until the room where the coffins were kept, followed by several bodyguards of the councillors.

When I opened the door, I saw a huge coffin, and the officer with a scar on the right side of his face frowned slightly. He gently touched the surface of the coffin, and the bright characters in the Tang Dynasty paintings seemed to bounce the pipa back to him.

When he turned to the two planks at one end of the coffin, he asked in a low voice, "Is the little prince among them?" ”

Qu Jinghe's face was quite ugly, but he still opened the wooden plank, and he could only look at it, so as not to damage the treasure's golden body.

So, the officer with the scar on the right side of his face saw the feet of the tomb owner by the light.

The wooden planks were re-closed, and a brass lock was added, and the people began to carry the coffin.

This coffin in the Tang Dynasty was so heavy that it had to be filled with dozens of pieces of wood under the bottom and rolled to move out of the house. Everyone pushed the coffin in the moonlight, as if it were a house relocation project, until a carriage at the gate of the courtyard. Four strong pack horses were waiting with their noses sprayed. Finally, everyone sent the coffin to the carriage.

Qu Jinghe grabbed the two officers and said, "Please write me a receipt." ”

The officer with the scar on the right side of his face was a little impatient and hesitated, but also signed in the moonlight. The congressman carefully looked at the name and double-checked it with the original letter, and sure enough, there was no mistake.

However, Qu Jinghe asked again: "Why are there only the two of you?" ”

"The lord instructed us to keep a low profile, Mao'er Hutong is mostly inhabited by rich and noble families, and don't alarm the neighbors with a large number of people."

The officer said, and was just about to get into the carriage and hurry, but Qu Jinghe grabbed the reins: "May I ask if the two of you graduated from Baoding Military Academy?" ”

"Hmm...... Precisely. ”

"Which issue is it?"

"I am Baoding Phase I, and he is Baoding Phase III."

The congressman smiled slightly: "Oh, President Yang Zude is a close friend of my family. ”

"Yes, Principal Yang has a lot of support for me."

Speaking of this, Qu Jinghe sneered twice, and pulled the reins even harder: "Two of you, you are impostors!" ”

"Why?"

"The principal of Baoding Phase I is Mr. Jiang Baili, who has long since left his post, and Yang Zude is the current principal. I was suspicious of the two, so I tested the two, and sure enough, ......"

Before the words fell, Qu Jinghe's throat had been cut.

He looked at the scar-faced officer in horror, tried to speak but couldn't, the trachea made a sound, and the blood of the carotid artery splattered until he stopped breathing and heartbeat.

Before the bodyguards and subordinates around could react, the daggers had already slit their throats, and only one of the bodyguards pulled out a pistol, and before he could pull the trigger, the dagger had pierced his heart.

Within a minute, nine bodies had been lying around the carriage containing the coffin.

A minute later, Qin Beiyang jumped into the courtyard of Congressman Qu Jinghe's mansion.

He saw a withered lotus flower growing in a dilapidated porcelain basin, the water surface was like a mirror, and it was so lonely that at first glance he thought it was a fake. Quietly open, silently dying.

Then he saw dead people all over the ground......

All but one with a knife in the chest had their throats slit.

The murderous aura, with the sound of the wind flying in his ears, is also the bloody aura spurting out of his neck. In the moonlight, there was a fair-skinned man in a long robe, staring at him. The blood was still warm.

The Assassins are coming.

Perhaps, the coffin is still here?

He pulled out the Tang knife behind his back, lowered his body, hid to the edge of the corner, and groped into the depths of the triple courtyard.

Qin Beiyang opened several doors in turn, but saw the woman's dresser and mirror, as well as Hua Dan's costume and headdress, which must have belonged to the female dependents in the mansion.

Finally, he entered a spacious room with a large open space in the middle. When the lights are lit, some sawdust can be seen on the floor. The smell that only existed in the dungeon filled the air, which was especially familiar to Qin Beiyang.

He found that there was a long scroll on the desk, full of dense words, which was actually "The King of Nanjun at the end of the Great Zhou Dynasty". The ink hadn't dried yet, apparently only tonight. Looking at the content of the memorial text, it is clear that it is mourning Wu Zetian and Gaozong Li Zhi's grandson, Li Longqi, the king of Zhongnan County.

This room has just been parked in the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty.

In the middle of the night, Qin Beiyang rushed to the residence of the congressman of state, and went straight to the gate outside the Zhaobi, the quiet hat alley.

He lay on the ground and took a closer look, and found that the two car wheels must have been not long gone.

Chasing forward along the wheel prints, as soon as I went around to Di'anmen Street, I heard two crisp gunshots. He poked his head out of Mao'er Hutong, only to see that the torches in front of him were bright, and a four-horse cart was loaded with a huge coffin, which must have belonged to the royal family in terms of shape and specifications.

This was the first time he had seen a coffin in the Tang Dynasty with his own eyes.

In this carriage, there were two people sitting, all wearing blue Beiyang military uniforms, and they were officers with epaulettes and military caps. On the opposite side of them, hundreds of heavily armed soldiers blocked the entire street, lined up in two groups and aimed their guns at the carriage.

The torches of the soldiers illuminated the two faces on the carriage, and Qin Beiyang saw one of the faces, the scar on the right cheek, from the corner of the mouth to the ear - it was still this face!

The revenge of killing the mother.

Qin Beiyang held the Tang knife tightly, and really wanted to cut off the opponent's head immediately. However, think about the muzzles on the other side, and don't join in the fun for the time being, lest you bury the two assassins yourself.

"Who?" In the army opposite, an officer's voice sounded, "Put down the treasure!" ”

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.