Xie Mengxia secretly slandered to himself, and went back to Pingkangfang at the risk of being impeached by the imperial history, even if he didn't have a good time, he also met an assassin, which was really unlucky.

Just let the Lone Bamboo Pavilion send people to the East Palace next time and put on a good show, although there is less atmosphere, but it is better to be stable.

His legs were weak in fright, his hands supported the bed, and he didn't stand up after a few moments, so he had to wave his hand with little interest: "The lonely leg is weak, and I can't walk." ”

It is also a skill to be able to say that a bold mole is so reasonable, or someone can stand tall on the crown prince's throne.

The tall and thin man was speechless and crouched down.

Xie Mengxia pushed him away in disgust, and said weakly: "Lonely to hug, princess hug." ”

The crowd was in nausea.

Han Changdui sent away the pretentious prince and threw the half-dead orchid to Meng Suijiao.

He originally got the news that there was a rebellion in the Lonely Bamboo Pavilion by the former courtiers, so he came to investigate, but he didn't want to meet the orchid assassinating the prince.

Is it luck that is against the sky, or someone pushed a mediocre orchid out to be cannon fodder?

He stopped in front of the door of the Lonely Bamboo Pavilion for a while, and raised his legs into the Wind Lotus Garden next door.

As soon as he entered the door, the rich smell of fat powder hit his face, and he was shocked.

After nightfall, a prostitute in the "Wind Lotus Garden" in the Beiqu of Pingkangfang rolled up gold and silver, and ran away when there were the most Langjun in the garden and the most lively.

It is not uncommon for prostitutes to run away, most of them run with sour rotten scholars, and it is the first time they have run with poor runners.

In the middle of the night, the two husbands walked together in Jing'an Fang, and a few crows were heard in the empty night. One of the husbands jumped on his eyebrows, and immediately clutched his stomach tightly, shouting that his stomach hurt, leaving his companion to run away and having a loose stomach, and never came back.

At two o'clock in the fifth watch, the sound of the morning drums, the door of the fang just opened, and the east gate of the Buzheng Fang set up a food stall, there are grandma tea and Erchen soup filled with the smell of medicine, there are crispy leaves and ring cakes that are fried to brown and crispy, and there are steamed bread baked cakes with various fillings, but only the half-sized son who sells Yunying noodles here has not come out of the stall, and there are old women who shake their heads, or young people can't bear the hardship, and they are slack.

The sky is slightly white, the smell of fat powder in the Beiqufeng Lotus Garden in Pingkangfang has not yet dissipated, the old woman is busy poking the stove fire, preparing for the morning meal, the young boy is wearing short clothes, trotting down the night pot, cleaning the courtyard, the strong man who keeps vigil yawns again and again, and goes to sleep in shifts.

Han Changdui woke up in a daze, he was a little dazed in his sleep, his body was very soft after a hangover, he bowed slightly, and looked around.

The smell of fragrant powder in this room is so strong that it is smoky, and the furniture and screen and window lattices are exquisite, not ordinary, just a flower sac, it is enough to ten taels of silver, and it is really extravagant.

In the silence, Han Changdui heard the breathing of another person, and turned his head to see a young girl lying next to him.

He lifted the corner of the quilt and saw that although he was only wearing a moon white shirt, it was neat and neat, and there was nothing wrong with it, and he was stunned.

Immortal jump? No, it's dawn, and no one comes to kick the door and extort money.

Rubbing the corners of his forehead that was faintly painful, Han Changdui still remembered the reason for coming to Fenghe Garden, but he didn't remember how he drank too much and lay down, he didn't drink too much in the past few days, how could he lie down after a few glasses of wine, it seems that he was careless about other people's ways.

At this moment, the young girl slowly woke up, and happened to be facing Han Changdu's eyes, and the four eyes were facing each other, and the calcium carbide was blazing.

Her apricot eyes widened, her face was frightened, she sat up wrapped in the quilt, her screams were blocked in her throat, and she didn't shout: "Who are you, you, who are you, why are you lying on my bed." ”

Han Changdui pillowed his arms, he didn't do anything anyway, he made up his mind not to admit it, and then said indifferently: "I should ask you this, who are you and how can you be in a certain room." ”

The girl looked puzzled, loosened the corners of the quilt, saw that her clothes were neat, frowned slightly, could it be that she drank too much flower wine in the Wind Lotus Garden, and went to the wrong room when she was half drunk and half awake, so she only slept and did nothing.

She looked at Han Changdui fixedly, her eyebrows were sparse, the tails of her eyes were slender and raised, and she had a noble atmosphere that ordinary leaders did not have, and she couldn't help but smack her lips, when did she have such a good concentration, and in the face of such a good skin, how could she bear it, just that, since this handsome boy is the head of the Fenghe Garden, then there is no need to worry about him being responsible for it afterwards, but although he didn't do anything, he still has to pay for the wine.

Thinking about this, the girl hurriedly got up and dressed, cleaned up neatly, and threw two taels of silver backhanded, and said with a little pain: "Don't worry, the amount of money spent on wine is as much as it should be, and this girl will not repay the debt." ”

Han Changdu's hair was smashed by silver, and he looked at the girl's face without changing her face and her heart did not beat without beating her shoes, dressing, opening the door, Shi Shiran left, and it took a while to come back to her senses, and she dared to love that she was regarded as the head of the Fenghe Garden, not to mention being slept with, and earning two taels of silver, the corners of her lips picked out a sneer, interesting, a little interesting.

The door was suddenly pushed open again, and the girl went and returned, poked half of her head at the door, and cruised on Han Changdu's body for a moment, her apricot eyes were slightly bent, and she said with a smile: "Eh, what's the name of your flower, next time I drink flower wine, I'll still look for you." ”

“......”

The voices of people in the Wind Lotus Garden gradually rose, and Han Changwei couldn't think of who set up such a set, and why he set up this set. He looked indifferent, lay quietly for a while, rubbed up and dressed, but touched a cold and hard sign.

Han Changdui picked it up and took a look, this brand has smooth tentacles, a faint iron smell, it is made of dark iron, the front is engraved with the three big compilations of "Jingzhao Mansion", and the back is engraved with the four small compilations of "Yao Qi of the Army", the pen is sharp, the engraving is extremely deep, and it is indeed a thing of the government.

He raised his eyebrows, it seems that the girl is from Jingzhao Mansion, and she didn't come in an official robe, it should be a private matter, he frowned slightly, a girl, what kind of private matter can you have when you come to this kind of place.

Well, drinking flower wine and sleeping at the head of the line is an unconventional one.

The door was pushed open again, and Meng Sui bowed and said, "My lord." ”

Han Changdui fastened his belt and said indifferently: "Let's go, go to the Five Flavors Restaurant." ”

At the beginning of autumn, the leaves of the trees in Chang'an City seem to have turned yellow overnight, and the autumn chrysanthemums on the street bloom in a gust of autumn wind.

In the morning light, Yao Qi tied the horse to the outside of the Chang'an County Ya, took the crisp qiong leaves from He Denglou's hand, and ate them as he walked.

Today, the thickness of this qiong leaf is evenly peeled, the honey roasted is crispy and slightly sweet, and the taste is full of fragrant, chewing the sound of snowflakes.

"Boss Yao, you're a little late today, this morning meal is almost a lunch." He Denglou said as he walked, and he didn't forget to wipe his sticky hand on the reins twice.

The handsome boy was like a clear wind, flashing in Yao Qi's mind, she finished eating the crisp Qiongye in two bites, yawned and said: "It's fierce, I have to wake up, everyone is here." ”

He Denglou nodded: "It's all at the west gate of Changshoufang." ”

Yao Qi shook the sword at his waist and raised his eyebrows: "You go to the West Gate, I will go to the East Gate of Fengyi Fang, and the Tingwei Mansion will escort the prisoner car over for a while, but there can be no chaos." ”

The flags fluttering on the execution ground between Changshou Fang and Fengyi Fang have been surrounded by crowds, the innermost layer is the officials, and the outside are the people who are watching eagerly.

A few days ago, the Tingwei Mansion and the Criminal Department reviewed the list of autumn dues several times and presented them to the sage, who waved his pen and chose the day of the beginning of autumn and cut them all.

Yao Qi glanced at the law field, the autumn duel is held every year, and there are a lot of people every year, and the death row prisoners lose their heads, and they are all pushed to the execution ground outside the longevity square, which is convenient for the people in the city to watch, and the knife rises to the ground, which means a shock.

But I don't know if it can scare people, but there are more and more people watching the excitement every year, and I really don't know what to see.

She frowned, this year's autumn decision is very different, yesterday the document was sent to Jingzhao Mansion, she glanced at it, not only cut more people than in previous years, but also female dependents, it seems that this saint has passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and he has let himself go more and more year by year, and the small universe with a violent heart has completely exploded, which is too scary.

Which book says that people with a big temper have a short life, and it seems that if a saint wants to live a long life, he has to cultivate his temperament.

These words are very rebellious, but Yao Qi does not have the consciousness of being a courtier, his light green official robe is like a leaf in early autumn, it is everywhere in Chang'an City, no one cares, she doesn't care, she smashes people's pots, and she is very happy.

It is said that the years are a pig-killing knife, and the knife urges people to grow old, but the past is vivid.

It has been fifteen years since the first year of Yong'an, when the saint ascended the throne.

In fifteen years, the capital moved from Jinling City to Chang'an City.

For fifteen years, the dead were no longer mentioned, and the living had their own new life.

In the first year of Yong'an, the year when the saint first ascended the throne as emperor, Yao Qi, who was in her twenties, inexplicably crossed over from modern times and became a little girl who was only five years old.

Fifteen years have passed, and in the prison of the Tingwei Mansion, the young man who has half a piece of baked cake for himself, pooled together money to deal with the internal officials, and sent himself to the court to live, all of them have disappeared, and they have never seen it again, but they are afraid that it will be more auspicious than lucky.

When she first entered the court, she changed her surname to Yao according to the rules, accepted and got used to the name Yao Qi, and was forced to forget the identity of Chen Qiqi and forget the past life that she could never go back to.

In the past fifteen years, Yao Qi has figured out where he is, it is a Jing Dynasty that has not been recorded in the history books, looking at the establishment of Chang'an City, it has a bit of the meaning of the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, but the saint is not the saint, and the minister is not the minister, and there is no resemblance to the Tang Dynasty.

At first, she still had fantasies, thinking about when she woke up one day, and as soon as she woke up, she would be in her previous life, but after dreaming for so many years, she was still Yao Qi after waking up.