When the people in the rivers and lakes don't have so many lives, otherwise there are no rivers and lakes in this world.

With just this one face, Xiao Yangyu has a number, and the gap between the two is terrifying. He stabilized his unconsciously trembling body, and clenched the fall that was whispering like a wail, and the collision of Fang Cai's sword qi shook his arm numb, and he almost took the sword out of his hand.

Meng Zhixing also knew that the other side had no intention of making another move, so he said to the Xuanjia guard behind him: "Bring the person back." ”

"Yes!"

Xuanjiawei escorted the people away, Meng Zhixing and the main deacon glanced at each other, Fang Su did not react, Meng Zhixing also waited aside, the two had already had a tacit understanding after working together for many years.

Xiao Yangyu retracted and fell back behind Du Zhenghe, this Dali Siqing squinted his eyes and took a few deep breaths before returning to his usual harmless smile: "Go home." ”

Fang Su was unforgiving, and waved his hand towards the departing back: "Slow down, Lord Hadu, I have time to drink tea." ”

Naturally, there would be no response, and Fang Su was not annoyed, but returned to Meng Zhixing's side and hesitated for a moment and said, "You will wait for me at the gate of the palace tomorrow, and I will take you to face the saint in the morning." ”

Meng Zhixing didn't ask the reason, just nodded.

A wisp of red smoke exploded in the sky, and Meng Zhixing reacted extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed out dozens of feet away. It was the signal for the Xuanjia Guard to ask for support, and it appeared in the same direction that the Xuanjia Wei escorted the suspect away.

In a few breaths, Lord Ah Xing returned to the battlefield, and the soldiers who released the signal smoke had already had their arms cut off and were lying on the ground wailing in pain, and there were several corpses lying around him, but fortunately, most of them were masked men in black. Two of the three suspects have died, and the corpses are separated and died in a miserable state, and the only remaining suspect is also a man in black with a knife rushing towards him. Between the lightning and flint, Meng Zhixing clenched the hilt of his sword and swung the scabbard out violently. It was as fast as an arrow shot from a full bow, bending the black-clad man's knife hard. As soon as Meng Zhixing stepped out, he stabbed it in half. After that, it was like a wolf entering the flock, and the sword fell repeatedly in the hand.

The rain had fallen heavily, and all the black-clad killers had been dealt with. Meng Zhixing put away his sword and sheathed it, and said in a deep voice: "Count the casualties." ”

When he looked back again, Meng Zhixing couldn't help frowning, he ran to the last suspect, his lips were purple, and a silver needle as thin as a hair was nailed to his throat. Meng Zhixing reached out and probed his snort without giving up.

He's dead......

There are 36 stone steps in front of the unified inspection house, each step is five zhang long, all of which are made of broken bluestone. At the beginning of the establishment of Qingyang, the general defeated tens of thousands of troops of other countries with 8,000 soldiers and horses, and established the overall situation of peace in the world, and became the only king with a different surname so far. The Tongcha Mansion was built by the first emperor of Xuanyang, and was ruled by a king with a different surname, and there was a lieutenant, a secret agent and a physician behind him. These three people are also the first leaders of the rest of the departments, and beyond them are the thirty-two banner commanders of the Ink Scale Guard recorded in the history books, a total of thirty-six people. And the thirty-six stone steps in front of the gate of the Tongcha Mansion mean that the current prosperity is the blood and sweat of the predecessors, and this broad road is the flesh and blood of the predecessors.

It is said that this huge palace was designed by the princess of the king with a different surname, and now it has passed two periods, except for the replacement of wood with stone, there is no damage.

The gold-edged ink-colored plaque hanging above the solemn door is even more prohibitive.

In the office of the head of the General Investigation Mansion, the kettle on the tea table was boiling, and it was the poisonous needle on the square handkerchief next to it. The windows were erected, and the early spring wind kept pouring in, blowing the books rattling. Fang Su stared out the window with his hands behind him, the sky was gray, although the spring breeze would not be suppressed, but the empty streets still looked lonely.

"Didn't leave a mouth alive?" Fang Su asked.

Meng Zhixing bowed: "Hmm." ”

Fang Su sighed, turned around and sat down next to the tea case, poured tea for Meng Zhixing, picked up the extremely thin poisonous needle and asked, "What do you think of today's events?" ”

Meng Zhixing looked at the golden tea soup, slowly turned the tea bowl, and said: "Today's situation is not the first time, but Du Zhenghe has changed his previous style, even if he does it, he will return those suspects. There is a problem. ”

Fang Su rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyes were already full of tiredness: "The relationship between the border and Great Xia is delicate, and this batch of tributes was originally used to ease the relationship between the two countries, but it was robbed before leaving the royal capital." The case was handed over to Dali Temple, but there was no progress, and the news that the unified investigation office found out the clues was not dispersed, but Du Zhenghe received the news, so recklessly wanting to take people back, strange...... It's really weird. ”

"Wu has already gone to check." Meng Zhixing took a sip of hot tea.

Fang Su got up and moved his muscles and bones, and said: "You still have to hurry up, you can't hide it at this time, Your Majesty probably already knows, tomorrow morning I will turn around and find a way to deceive Du Zhenghe." ”

"Hmm."

After the ink-colored robe was put on again, the unscrupulous master of the always unscrupulous department solemnized his face and said: "You don't have to go tomorrow to face the saint, I thought about it carefully, and if you face the saint, it will be difficult to withdraw in the future, you are still young and you can't stay in this gray place for the rest of your life." ”

Meng Zhixing's lips and teeth opened slightly, but he wanted to speak again.

Fang Su didn't care, and stretched his waist: "Go home early, tomorrow will be a tough battle." ”

The silent deputy made another long gesture.

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Fangfu is located in the west of the city, and there are countless branches of the mother river that crosses the capital of Xuanyang, one of which runs through Fangfu. Feng Shui said, natural rivers into the courtyard, both bring wealth and security, these metaphysical sayings are also rather believe in their existence, not in their absence.

The carriage stopped under the plaque of Fangfu made of pine sylvestris, and Fang Su rubbed his old waist, which had been inexplicably swollen recently, and got out of the carriage, and did not forget to complain about the bumps in the carriage when he left. As soon as he walked up the stone steps, he felt that this supposedly warm family mansion was full of anger at this time.

An ominous premonition arises spontaneously, and with the emergence of only one thought, escape! Run! Fang Su turned around, and before he could even take a step, there was an angry roar from inside the mansion: "Old man Fang! Let me in! ”

The sound coming from the house was not only not angry, but crisp and very good. This can make this powerful lord tremble, he has no choice but to turn around, hesitate for a moment and then raise his steps and let Li go: "My little ancestor, what's wrong with you!" ”

Crossing the threshold, bypassing the wall, I saw the woman in a pink skirt. If Meng Zhixing was here, he would be able to recognize that it was the woman that the Xuanjiawei marched almost bumped into today.

The woman has long hair, the waist-length green silk behind her is dancing with the soft wind of early spring, the willow leaves like ink paintings are frowning, the peach blossom eyes with a little anger are extremely good-looking, and the red lips and teeth can't cover the dimples even if they purse their lips. Even if she is angry, but the staggered figure, the silk silk on the waist of the skirt shows the waist branch of the Yingying hand to the fullest, and it looks like a fairy from a distance, how can you say that you are angry?

If you want to be angry...... She has her two-high Guan knife in her hand, which should be counted.

Fang Su was taken aback, and hurriedly ran forward and snatched the big knife in her hand: "Song Zhili!" It's going crazy, isn't it! ”

Who would have thought that Song Zhili's pretty face changed from a slightly angry face to a playful appearance, and he climbed up to his arms, and said coquettishly: "Dad... I want to go to Tongchafu to see~"

Fang Su also seemed to be a daughter who had long been accustomed to turning her face faster than turning a book, and glanced at her, but her tone was doting: "Don't keep thinking about the Tongcha Mansion, is your father spoiling you?" Have you forgotten what your mother died for? ”

Hearing this, Song Zhili lowered his eyes, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. Mother... This mother, who has never seen her, has only heard it from her father's mouth since she was a child. There is no portrait of her mother in the great Fangfu, Song Zhili doesn't know what she looks like, she hasn't heard her voice, she only knows that her mother's name is Song Yanwu, she is an excellent person, why is she called Zhili, it is also because her mother said that women must know books and be courteous.

Fang Su also realized that he had said the wrong thing, his daughter was usually very aggressive, but she was actually a delicate girl. She has been sensible since she was a child, but she is actually a child who lacks maternal love. Fang Su gently hugged her and patted her back, and said softly, "Ah Li, I'm sorry, Dad said the wrong thing again." ”

Song Zhili shook his head, and smiled obediently: "It's okay Dad." ”

Ali has no mother since she was a child, and Fang Su has spoiled her a little too much. Although the Tongcha Mansion is an official government directly under the royal family, it is always mixed, Song Yanwu and Fang Su were colleagues back then, and the two disregarded the iron law that colleagues in the Tongcha Mansion cannot get married. Why did Song Yanwu die and who killed him, and Fang Su has not been able to find the truth until today. So in this world, as long as Song Zhili doesn't get close to the Tongcha Mansion and doesn't follow her mother's old path, Fang Su will almost give whatever his daughter wants.

The kings are mixed, so Xiao Zhili has been raised in Jiangzhou since he was a child and grew up in a view, but fortunately, Song Zhili has been sensible since he was a child, and he has played wild on weekdays, but he has not made any mistakes.

Song Zhili sent Fang Su back to the study, his old man didn't have any hobbies on weekdays, either in the Tongcha Mansion or in the study, and sometimes he didn't even go back to the bedroom at night, so he slept in the study. Song Zhili came out of the study and met Xia Yin who came in a hurry, speaking of the maid who grew up with him, Song Zhili regarded her as a sister more often, Xia Yin's mother was also the maid of his mother Song Yanwu, after Song Yanwu died, her mother disappeared and even didn't know whether she was dead or alive.

Song Zhili saw that she was in a better mood, and asked with a smile: "Why are you in such a hurry?" ”

Xia Yin took out an invitation from his arms, and the payment was Sanchuan Yashe.

This is the largest music workshop in Xuanyang, among which the Lingren is even more wonderful, and it is the gentle township where the customs of the royal capital are the most lingering. As for why Song Zhili received the invitation from Sanchuan Yashe, it was naturally because he liked those graceful dancing sisters.

"Miss, the house is holding a banquet tonight, and it is said that there is a new Oiran. The invitation was sent to Fuyuan, and I brought it to you. ”

Song Zhili hurriedly made a silent gesture, Fuyuan was a small courtyard she had secretly rented, after all, Fang Su had eyeliner everywhere in the royal capital, and it was not enough to have a fake name.

It's not that Song Zhili has no heart and lungs, it's just that she firmly believes that life is the consumption of happiness. Laughing is a day, not laughing is also a day, so why not be happier? Miss Fangfu smiled and opened the invitation, what was written on it was just as Xia Yin said, and the person invited was also the pseudonym of Song Zhilibao: Jiang Shuyang. It's a very gentle and Confucian son's name when you hear it.