Zhang Xiaojing turned his head and smiled at Li Siye: "It turns out that you are waiting for this, to be honest, the last time you fought in the West Market, did you already know that he was the prince." ”

Li Siye shouted in his heart that he was wronged, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, I really don't know anything about this matter, I have to explain this to you clearly, otherwise you will think that I killed Liu Gengsan in the horse family, and it was a scheming utilitarian act." ”

Zhang Xiaojing grinned and said: "I did think so just now, if you can really think of seeking benefits for yourself from the demon case, you can really be regarded as witty as a demon." ”

Besides, there are some words that Li Siye still hides in his heart, and he doesn't plan to attach himself to the crown prince Li Ying. In everyone's opinion, this is a very strong potential stock, but Li Siye knows that this is a time bomb, if he is too close to the prince, when the prince is given death in the future, the cronies around him will inevitably be affected, and if he wants to live a little longer, he can't move forward.

Today's things are really strange, two people have thrown olive branches at him, but these two people are not good steps, according to this situation, Li Siye still makes his own green onion cake to be safe.

Besides, heroes don't ask where they come from, and in this prosperous era, any specialty can have a bright future. A person who can write scribble calligraphy can, a person who can draw, a person who can dance, a person who writes poetry cannot, and a person who can punch and make cakes should be able to.

Chang'an City, which is about to usher in the real night, is not brightly lit at the beginning of the day, and there are only a few sporadic lights on the streets that are divided into chessboard-like vertical and horizontal lights, just like the scattered lone stars in the cloudy night sky. There is only one direction for everyone on the streets of Chang'an, and that is the destination of a warm home.

The wind blew the palace bell on the eaves of the Daming Palace, the dull drum beat on the Danfeng Gate, the street drums of the streets of Chang'an City rang, the drum towers in the Fang City also beat the drums, the heavy gates of the Fang began to close, and the curfew began.

If you look at it from the air at this time, Chang'an City is like a chessboard composed of bright squares, the dark edge is an abyss-like street, but the glowing squares are full of vitality, singing and dancing, silk and bamboo, each has its own lively, each has its own wonderful. Near the outer city, it was a secluded faint dotted light, and the sound of houses beating clothes like bamboo bangs.

One of the most lively squares in the middle and evening of Chang'an is none other than Pingkangfang, where there are many brothels, singing and dancing lights are endless, and the dignitaries and nobles of Chang'an City often stay overnight. The street divides the whole square into three areas, which are Beiqu, Zhongqu and Nanqu, the Qinglou of Beiqu is mostly the gathering place of the last class prostitutes, and the Zhongqu and Nanqu are mostly famous prostitutes advocating excellence, and it is the activity place of high-ranking officials and nobles.

In Pingkangfang, the slightly famous woman began to stand up, and it was not the money that could impress. Famous prostitutes no longer entertain people with their voices, but their own talents and temperament to raise their value, and the talented people who come to admire them write poems, and many romantic stories are spread.

There is a courtyard near Nanqu in Zhongqu, and there is a pond surrounding the room, and the sound of pipa plucking comes from the room. There were three or four guests in the room who were drinking, and there were graceful girls sitting beside them, but there was a woman with the best posture sitting alone in front of the desk, as the banquet and in charge of the law.

The banquet wine order is usually a play on words, and the literary cultivation of the Tang Dynasty official and gentry class is generally higher.

Xi Jiao made a rule, and each person recited a seven-word phrase in a solitaire way, and if he couldn't read it, he could only drink.

Jingzhao Mansion Hu Cao joined the army Luo Xing was often in a trance, unable to concentrate, several times the donkey's lips were not in the horse's mouth, so he drank a few more glasses of wine, and became seven points drunk.

There is a person named Feng Dalun in the banquet, who is the head of a Yu department of the Ministry of Industry Jiupin, but this person has another layer of identity in Chang'an City, he is the leader of the Bear Fire Gang on the ground in Wannian County, and his subordinates have raised many prodigals and ruffians.

Feng Dalun and Luo Xing are often old acquaintances, although they have their own backstage, at this moment, seeing that their old friend has thoughts, they took the initiative to look at their own friend-the woman who was in charge of Xi Jiao, and ordered her to stop the wine token in her hand.

He leaned sideways to Luo Xingchang with a celadon wine glass and asked with a smile: "Luo Shilang is not in high spirits today, and the wine order frequently makes mistakes." But if there is anything to worry about, maybe my brother can solve your problems. ”

Luo Xingchang's annoyance is inconvenient to tell others that this time he took the initiative to handle the demon case, running around Zhang Luo for the concubine, the original intention was to tie himself to the big boat of the princess's mansion, he wanted to be next to not only the princess's mansion, but also the king of Shou and Concubine Wu Hui behind the concubine, but unfortunately it failed at the last moment.

It didn't matter if the case didn't come to pass, but he vaguely noticed that the colt had attributed the root of the failure to himself, and that he was alienated. This gave him a headache, didn't it cut off his future? The person who contributes is not pleasing in the end! How unreasonable!

Resentment and anger churned in his heart, Li Siye and Zhang Xiaojing! These two things that are fucked by the kings, if they hadn't been in the way, how could I, Luo Shilang, fall into such a situation that is not embarrassing or embarrassing.

Luo Xingchang picked up the celadon cup in his hand, raised his head and poured it down, as if he wanted to swallow and chew it together, and said hatefully: "I recently committed a villain, and someone gave me a bad errand."

Feng Dalun curled his beard and said with a smile: "Why bother Luo Shilang, although I Feng Dalun can't help you make up for the errand, but there is a way to rectify the villain." As long as it's not an official figure, just open your mouth. ”

Luo Xingchang turned his head to look at Feng Dalun, and the corners of his eyes gradually became lively. Feng Dalun is right, although the matter is irreparable, but the person who sinned against him will not want to live. After listening to the princess's words, it was inconvenient for the horse to clean up Zhang Xiaojing and Li Siye, but he brought personal grudges to extinguish his mouth, which would definitely make the horse more comfortable and save some love in front of him.

Thinking of this, he put down the cup, clasped his hands tightly with each other and said sincerely: "I really hate these two people, and I hope that Brother Feng Xian can help me vent the hatred in my heart."

"Who are these two people, do they have official positions, and where do they live?"

"One person is Zhang Xiaojing, a bad handsome man in Wannian County, and the other is named Li Siye, who is a bad person under Zhang Xiaojing."

Feng Dalun pinched his chin hesitantly: "This Zhang Xiaojing is the head of the catchers of Wannian County, and he has some notoriety, so it is not easy to deal with."

Luo Xing often concealed his disdain for the leader of the Xionghuo Gang, waved his hand and said: "I don't need you to deal with Zhang Xiaojing, just kill Li Siye for me, this person has no roots and no foundation, a white body, and is the gang leader, please."

Feng Dalun picked up his wine glass and smiled fiercely: "Luo Shilang, don't worry, within three days, I will let you see this person's floating corpse in the water of Yong'an Canal."

Luo Xingchang's eyes wandered, as if he had seen this scene, he reached out and took the wine cup that Feng Dalun had poured full, opened his mouth and swallowed it, only then did he taste a sweet taste in the bitter wine.

……

Li Siye got up early, brought a bucket of water from the well in the yard, and washed his face with the bucket.

The main hall of the courtyard has been inhabited for a long time, and it is a little dilapidated, and the rafters under the eaves have been yellowed and cracked, and he has no obligation to repair them for his master.

He walked under the mulberry tree in the middle of the courtyard, where the owner of the house had raised silkworms before, and there were several old silkworm plaques piled up in the corner of the courtyard wall. He tore off the edge of one of the damaged silkworm plaques, bent it and rolled it on a tree, tied it with hemp rope, and covered it with several layers of inferior linen cloth to make it a simple sandbag.

Li Siye punched and kicked at the trunk, which shook slightly, and a few leaves fell down.

He practiced the fight of incense time, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and turned his head to see Li Mei'er squatting at the door.

"You don't have to wake up so early and get a little more sleep."

Li Mei'er pouted and said, "I want to sleep, you woke me up."

"Hungry, wait, I'll buy you soup cakes."

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