The rank of the imperial history is not high, the power is not small, from the sixth rank of the imperial history, in the imperial bureaucratic system can actually be regarded as an important figure, this kind of person in and out of the place is heavily guarded, whether in the yamen or in the mansion will have a lot of subordinate guards, a poor boy to kill a royal history in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Empire, this sounds a bit mysterious, and it is also the oriental fantasy of personal heroism.

But Ning Que didn't think about how to kill the other party at all. In his opinion, murder is the easiest thing in the world, and the beginning of his life journey began with a murder, and then in the Minshan Mountains on the side, in the grassland, at the Beishan Pass, and he did not know how many beasts and humans fell under the edge of his blades and arrows.

He only cares about one thing now-how to kill the imperial historian Zhang Yiqi without being discovered-and how to trust his killing skills, but in the face of the powerful Tang Empire's security yamen, thinking of those unfathomable powerhouses in Chang'an City, he knows very well that if he can't get out quickly afterwards, he will definitely have to simply die.

There is very little information about Zhang Yiqi on the oil paper, and it is not suitable for Ning Que's plan, except for one of them: Zhang Yiqi of the imperial history has a square and strict temperament, but I heard that the disease of lust in the dark is extremely strict, and he often goes in and out of the land of Fengyue in private, but this person has a fierce wife, and he has the reputation of the imperial history, so he is extra cautious and cautious when he goes to buy a party, Zhuoer is only a low-level spy in the military department after all, and he has never found out which Qinglou this person often goes to.

"There are so many buildings in Chang'an City, where will you go?"

Ning Que frowned and thought hard, overturning the previous idea of following the other party to find the Qinglou, since the professional spies of the military department have not been able to find out where Zhang Yiqi's ** house is using this conventional method, then this imperial history must have his own set of methods. And the living preferences of such officials, presumably the nagging Chang'an people in the teahouse will not care too much, so it is difficult for him to get what he wants from the streets and alleys, and things have become a little troublesome.

Holding his jaw and staring at Qingyang after the rain for a long time, he suddenly stood up.

Since you want to know where the old bear and the horse thief are, and there is no old hunter's favorite general to provide you with a map, the only thing you can do is to use your own feet to walk into the Minshan and the grassland, and see the traces of wear on the bark, the dried dung in the weeds, and the ashes of the fire buried under the mud.

He was a good hunter, a good woodcutter, and he could tell by guò which col the old bear was hiding in, whether he had been injured, how many thieves there were, and whether he had left Lake Suppy. Then he believed that he would be able to judge the living habits of a Tang Dynasty emperor through the details that Guò had personally observed, and find a way to kill him silently, and the most important thing he needed to do now was to enter Chang'an City.

"I'm going to go out and do a walk. Ning Que stretched his waist, said a word to Sangsang, and walked out.

Sang Sang chased to the door and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ning Que understood what she was worried about, and replied with a smile: "There are some places you can't follow. ”

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Walking on the sunny streets of Chang'an, Ning Que's mood became good, the blood in the spring rain was deliberately forgotten by him, and then he turned himself into a young scholar who traveled to a foreign land, first went to the bookstore to return a few idle books that had been read, and then began to wander between Yushitai and Zhang's mansion.

The next day, he walked in the shade of the willow tree, stood beside the candy man stall, and watched from a distance through the crowd as the square-faced, unangry and powerful Lord Yushi walked out of the Yushi Terrace and returned to his own house.

The whole day seemed like nothing to be gained. In the evening, the door of Zhangfu's mansion was wide open, Lord Yushi seemed to be going to someone for a formal banquet, Mrs. Yushi and several women dressed as concubines sent out the door, the idlers on the street smiled and pointed to the place and said envious words, Ning Que, who was drinking herbal tea in the tea shop, noticed some details, except for the lady with a cold expression and a thin figure, those concubines were extremely plump.

Men's aesthetic preference for women has always been not reflected in the guò wife, but in the guò concubine or lover, and the wife is sometimes married because of the family, because of money, because of the future...... There may also be such a false thing as love, and the purpose of their concubines or lovers is very simple, purely to conform to their sexual ideas.

"I like plump girls. Ning Que looked at the concubines who were standing honestly behind the master mother like quails, but their eyes showed smug and cunning from time to time, and thought silently in his heart with a smile.

Following the sedan chair of Lord Yushi out of the four streets, watching the sedan chair enter a majestic and magnificent prince's mansion, Ning Que quietly glanced at the gate of the prince's mansion twice, then turned around and walked to a lively place at random, found an idle man and asked: "This friend, I want to know, is there a girl in our Chang'an City who is known for her plumpness?"

This is a very stupid question, but after handing over a piece of silver horn, no matter how stupid the question is, you can get a less stupid answer, in the eyes of that idle man, Ning Que suddenly turned into a rich-faced tender bun scholar who came to Chang'an from other places, and after making fun of it twice, he held the teapot with great professional ethics and introduced him to the Fengyue in Chang'an City.

Listening to the name that was more complicated than the real question paper of the academy's admission exam, Ning Que rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, and said with a wry smile: "There are too many, which ones are the most expensive? And the environment should be quieter." ”

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Holding the names and addresses of several famous green buildings, Ning Que searched for them on the brightly lit streets of Chang'an, lingering and hesitating in that merry place, some of the buildings he did not enter, just looking at the appearance and the surrounding environment, he determined that the Lord Yushi was definitely not a frequent visitor here, this was purely a hunter's intuition.

The problem is that he is really not good at hunting in this kind of place, and he was politely greeted by those turtle fathers at the door but never went in, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and when he walked outside the fourth Qinglou on the list, he had already found that this way was not only stupid but extremely stupid.

There are many green buildings in Chang'an City, and the environment is quiet and luxurious, and there will not be some plump red-card girls in any building?

When he turned around and left after lingering outside this green building for a long time, he suddenly heard a sound like a silver bell behind him, and those crisp laughter floated far away on Chang'an Street, attracting the attention of countless people.

Ning Que suddenly looked back, only to see that the green building was brightly lit, and the people who had not yet started work were leaning on the railing and laughing, and the red sleeves in the building were making fun of the young man who was too young to come in.

"It's too bullying!"

He touched the heavy silver bag in his sleeve, looked at the beautiful prostitutes upstairs with charming eyes and a straight smile, put his heart sideways, tilted his head, lifted the front hem of the scholar's shirt, and walked into his new era with high spirits.

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