Daliang Kyoto Dragon City, the bustling streets are no longer the hustle and bustle of the past, since the attack on the Royal Legion camp, the entire Dragon City is in a highly tense atmosphere, the outskirts of the city garrison has been too busy to take care of themselves, and the security in the city is temporarily maintained by Qianniu and Longguang two guards.

Long Guangwei is responsible for ensuring the safety of the palace on weekdays, and everyone is proficient in martial arts and has quite good combat effectiveness, but the number is only more than 300 people. Qianniuwei was established after the founding of the Great Liang Dynasty, which was originally used by the founding emperor to divide the title of the foreign surname meritorious hero and foreign relatives, although it is not a real position, but can enjoy the same level of officials and can be hereditary for three generations. Until Emperor Jinglong ascended the throne after the order of the Qianniuwei independent army, the entire Liang was enshrined in the Qianniuwei men of appropriate age were recruited into Beijing, after several years of training, the Qianniuwei personnel were more than 3,000 people, although the combat effectiveness of the group combat is slightly inferior to the elite army of the Liang, but in the individual combat power and weapons and equipment is a big difference.

Dressed in gold armor and red robes, the extremely powerful Qianniu guards rode tall horses and methodically inspected the streets and alleys of Dragon City. The nine gates of Longcheng are the focus of the defense and investigation, in accordance with the requirements of the superiors, for the recent people who have entered the city must be strictly checked and registered, all only enter and do not leave, and only with the imperial court customs clearance documents can be released.

Steward Weng looked at the long line and couldn't help sighing, the Qianniu guards at the gate of the city carefully checked the people entering the city, and the speed of the team's progress was extremely slow. I don't know how long later, just when Steward Weng was drowsy, several Qianniu guards motioned for their huge convoy to come forward for inspection.

"General, we are good citizens, the Weng family in the east of the city. Steward Weng quickly put a bright smile on his face and handed over a few gold leaves.

The military attache of Qianniu Wei, who was the leader, pushed away the hand handed by Steward Weng with a serious expression, swept his eyes over the convoy in front of him, and waved his hand without appreciation and ordered: "Brothers, give me a careful search!"

"Eh!" Steward Weng hurriedly stopped in front of the team and said with a forced smile: "My lord, there are many women in the car, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient, and I hope that my lord will be accommodating!"

"Qiang!" What answered him was a steel knife with a handle out of the sheath, and the eagle-like gaze of the military attache of Qianniuwei slashed at the neck of Steward Weng, and said coldly: "Get out of the way, otherwise you will be splashed with blood for five steps!"

Steward Weng's neck shrank, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Your Excellency, stop your anger!" An old voice came from the luxurious carriage pulled by four healthy horses in the center of the convoy, and as the curtain was lifted, an old man in brocade with a red face and a healthy body poked his head out, and the attendants hurriedly stepped forward to help him out of the car.

"The little old man Weng Xian is here to join the general!" According to the laws of the Great Liang, the old man can see that the official does not kneel when he is over eighty years old, and the old man arches his hand towards the military attache at the head.

"I've seen Weng Lao!" the military attache replied with a salute, and his face softened slightly: "The Weng family has lived in Longcheng for a long time and has been loyal and good, so they must not do that collusion with thieves and great rebellion, right?"

Weng Xianlai hurriedly echoed: "Little Lao'er is willing to use the head of Xiang Shang as a guarantee, and there are also two sons and nephews in my Weng clan who have been awarded the second-class Qianniuwei. ”

"Oh?" The military attaché's grim expression was soothed, the man who can be awarded the second-class Qianniuwei must be the more favored concubine family in the court or the prince, compared to his fourth-class Qianniuwei, although the grade is only two levels behind, but the identity gap of the backer is more than a little bit, thinking of this, he nodded slightly and ordered his subordinates: "Be quick with your hands and feet!

When the soldiers on his side heard this, they quickly surrounded the entire convoy and knocked on the car doors one by one politely, while the old and young of the Weng family opened the car doors one after another and took out their identity documents for interrogation according to the requirements.

According to the laws of Daliang, all people, regardless of whether they are male or female, must register their personal information with the government, and the government will issue the corresponding identity documents. As a member of the Liang Dynasty, identity documents must be carried with them at all times for inspection by the government, and if they are lost, they will be severely punished and even imprisoned.

"Where did Shibo return to Beijing from, and why did he drag his family with him?" the military attache asked suspiciously, looking at the dozens of convoys in front of him embroidered with the emblem of the Crane clan.

Weng Xian was very old, so he could only sit on the chaise longue that had just been laid out on the side, and sighed when he heard the words: "The ancestral home of the Weng family is Ningdu, and this time I originally went to Ningdu to move out of the ancestral grave, but I didn't think that the thieves would not be able to make the trip. The disappointment in the words is hard to hide.

"Ningdu Mansion... The military attache silently said a few words, his eyes became cold, and he quietly stepped back a few steps and called a few of his subordinates to give a few orders. After a short time, the man led back with several painter-like men.

"My lord, what does this mean?" Weng Xianlai's face was full of differences.

"Shibo doesn't have to be nervous!" The military attache said with relief: "I see that Shibo has many slaves, so I am afraid that some young people will take the opportunity to mix in it! Now the lord of the court has strictly ordered the arrest of anti-thieves and rebels, and the slightest carelessness is a big crime of raiding the family and the Yi clan!" He deliberately pronounced the four words of the Yi clan extremely seriously, and a killing intent that was difficult to conceal came out of his body.

"The adults are doing it! Little old man can introspect himself!" Weng Xianlai got up and arched his hand towards the military attaché, then sat down again and turned his head, and was frequently threatened and intimidated by others, so that he had no interest in speaking.

The soldier in charge of the inventory compared the identity documents and ordered the painter to prepare the portrait of each person, the painter's exquisite painting skills are indeed extraordinary, and the personal appearance is outlined in a few strokes, and the character characteristics are on the paper.

"Please keep your head up!" a painter whispered to a man in the portrait, dressed as a gray groom with long hair covering half of his face.

"What's the situation?" a Qianniu guard immediately leaned forward when he heard this, and the steel knife in his hand was slightly unsheathed and shouted: "Raise your head!

The man was slightly stunned, but still walked over, he was thin and impaired.

The soldier cautiously stepped forward, reached out and lifted the long hair covering his face, and suddenly a densely scarred right cheek was clearly exposed to everyone's sight, and the criss-crossing scars stimulated everyone's visual nerves like centipedes with teeth and claws.

"Bah! ugly!" Even the soldier was startled by this man's dignity, he spat and pushed the painter, who was also still in a daze, and said, "Paint well! Paint me carefully!" He stepped aside, leaving the somewhat speechless painter to stand alone in embarrassment.

The man raised his head and greeted the artist with a ghostly smile, "Go on!"

This was just a small episode, and everyone's attention quickly shifted elsewhere, and the man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a shadow beside him, and clearly felt the attention on himself.