Qingyun Pass is the capital of the Longquan Dynasty, the most important thing is the imperial history of the Twelve Metropolitan Inspectorates, perhaps for ordinary officials, the nobles of the clan need to be careful to deal with and serve the trouble, a careless, although not to lose the official, but to the ruffians in the market to harass day and night is indispensable, what's more, it is difficult to say that people are beaten at night.

However, the imperial history of the Twelve Metropolitan Inspectorates is different, and it is the duty of the imperial history to hear about the incident and inspect the traitors, but the Longquan Dynasty has added another authority to the imperial history with low official rank and great power: moderation and noble clans.

The original unscrupulous nobles were rampant in the countryside with the shadow of their ancestors, but with these temperance honorable nobles, the twelve imperial histories of the noble clan were like being choked by seven inches, and it was difficult to turn over.

Without him, no matter how high the official is, the title is all over the sky, and he can't stand the impeachment of the twelve imperial histories, which represent the clear stream of the world, and the impeachment of a hundred and ten scolding letters without dirty words every day?

Even if you are riding a horse on the street, I am afraid that after an hour, the bullet will fly like snowflakes to the desk of His Majesty the Emperor of the Longquan Dynasty.

Although the Twelve Imperial Histories are all Taoist gentlemen, they really give a solid barrier to the people in the market, and it is difficult for the noble clan to be unscrupulous.

But Qingyunguan, the place where the twelve imperial histories are second only to the health of Beijing, there are people in brocade clothes who walk at night, flying feather knives on their waists, and the obvious clan nobles are galloping on the streets of Qingyunguan, but there is no one of the twelve imperial histories standing up to reprimand, as if, the puppet clay sculpture in the City God Temple, although there is a god, but it is pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Power is fearless, how could the twelve imperial histories who sell their names be afraid of the noble clan?

They may not be afraid of death, but the palace of wealth and beauty can make them surrender.

And those who gallop in Qingyun Pass are those who have penetrated the weaknesses of human nature, and they can naturally be unscrupulous.

Of course, this is still the power of the master.

There are no longer a few princes of the Longquan Dynasty who have real power, but they have already killed and degraded the current emperor of the Longquan Dynasty in the "Xinyou Palace Change" more than ten years ago, and it is difficult to have a climate.

But there are still those who still have real power, such as the current emperor's half-brother, King Zhao.

Giving brocade clothes and flying feather knives is exactly the standard style of King Zhao's personal guards, and it is also a symbol of power.

They came here for nothing else, just for a woman, or rather, a woman and a girl.

Qingyun Pass and the largest Qinlou Chu Pavilion in Health Jing, the owner behind the scenes, others don't know, but can they, the guards of King Zhao, not know?

The most prosperous Jiankang Jing and Qingyun Pass of the Longquan Dynasty, the largest gold cave, the daily income of gold and silver is like flowing water, but there is no need to pay taxes for the household of the Longquan Dynasty, and the background behind it will naturally not be small.

What the Twelve Imperial Historians are afraid of is not only power, but also their lace romance for people to grasp.

And these people who are hiding behind the scenes are none other than King Zhao.

This is also the reason why King Zhao's personal guards are equipped with knives and horses on the streets of Qingyunguan, and no one dares to take care of them.

It's just that it will have to wait until dawn.

No one wants to offend a woman who already has a place in King Zhao's heart, after all, it is not only the so-called loyalty that can climb to the current position.

The allegiance of people in the world without a reason is just in the text of the drama and in the mouth of the storyteller

The jokes that fool the world, bustling with each other, are not because of fame and fortune, or clinging to power, but surrendering to these powerful figures.

King Zhao is like this, and so is the world.

This is understandable, it's just that today, no matter how much they want to run rampant in this Qingyun Pass, they need to think about it, does their head have the same nine-headed insect in the mountain spirit as the sword can be added to the body?

The sound of horses' hooves was silenced, and in the inn closest to Zhiluo Pavilion, the originally overcrowded lobby was given to this group of Zhao Wang guards dressed in brocade clothes and wearing flying feather knives after they walked in, and they all did birds and beasts scattered, and the small people in the market, who would like to provoke these fierce and vicious Zhao Wang guards, break the county order, destroy the prefect, and these clan eagle dogs are more fierce than the county prefect, Qingyun Pass is not the point where Jiankang Jing can smash several five-grade officials to death with a brick thrown out.

The inn is full of a solemn atmosphere, although the personal guard of King Zhao is a guard, but it is a veteran who licks blood from the tip of the knife that is screened from the army of a hundred battles.

The little warlord of the inn stepped forward tremblingly and said with a flattering smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

The prince of Zhao is a mediocre face, but only a pair of eyes are as cold as a knife, as if waiting for things and hunting beasts, but the people in front of him are more terrifying than beasts.

looked at the two trembling shopkeepers indifferently, and said, "Live in the store, is there still a room in the upper room?"

The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva, and looked at the shopkeeper who was hiding at the counter desperately, and under the threat of the shopkeeper's fierce eyes, he said stubbornly: "Naturally, there is, Master Jun, please go upstairs." ”

The prince of Zhao, who was the leader, smiled, patted the shoulder of the shopkeeper and said, "Don't drink wine, just serve meat." ”

After that, he waved his hand at a subordinate who straightened his waist and did not squint: "Don't be restrained, tonight, you can indulge, but don't make a mistake, otherwise, you and I will not be able to escape military law." ”

"Yes!"

The voice was categorical, but the suppressed lust in the eyes of these Zhao Wang guards dressed in brocade clothes could no longer be suppressed.

The shopkeeper ran to the back kitchen of the inn as if he had been amnesty, and the innkeeper hurriedly lowered his head, calculating how to recover tonight's losses, but did these losses come from these wolf-like Zhao Wang guards?

The result is naturally negative.

The leader of King Zhao's guards beckoned, and a sturdy man with short stature but bright eyes got up and walked in front of him.

"Wait a while, you go to the Zhiluo Pavilion to explore, although they are two weak women, but you have to prevent those so-called Jianghu rangers, encounter, kill, don't delay His Royal Highness King Zhao's Yaxing because of a few rivers and lakes miscellaneous fish!"

The sturdy man nodded and said, "Commander Guo can rest assured, his subordinates will live up to their mission." ”

After that, the sturdy man led his two brocade-clothed guards out of the inn, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the night.

Sometimes, the means of killing on the battlefield are not suitable for guarding, but the Jianghu people who have learned the art of dragon and tiger are just right, just as Guo commands the overall situation, but the elite man is beheaded and assassinated, one bright and one dark, one positive and one strange, which is exactly the essentials of the art of war.

However, it must be said that such a clever method of ordering troops on the battlefield is used to fight to the death for the selfish desires of one person, which must be said to be a waste.

But some people are willing to eat it.

Cutting leeks is addicted, they don't think they are wronged.

How similar they are.

In the alley where the Zhiluo Pavilion is located, the moonlight is just right, in fact, it is the boundary of the fireworks alley where the Zhiluo Pavilion is located.

It's just that tonight's moonlight, few people are willing, or Yaxing is going to enjoy it and chant poetry.

After three rounds of drinking, Tang Xiake squinted and lay on the low couch, he

If you really come for wine, two women who are enough to make countless men crazy seem to be inferior to an old flower carving for him.

Wang Yuanbao didn't drink, just sat by the window facing the street of Zhiluo Pavilion, staring at the moonlight and the alleyway in the dark.

People who are not drunk are drunk, and many times, it is not the drunkard who is really drunk, but the sober person.

Yun Yan sat on the low couch, her eyes were complicated, there were doubts, there were thoughts, and more hope.

And Qingluan, a woman with a pear vortex when she laughs, has long been in harmony with Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen, worried, and always seems to find someone who thinks about it, avoiding children who can dispel all kinds of sorrow with a smile, or in other words, people who still have a juvenile heart.

As far as Wang Yuanbao could see, he naturally saw the smiles of Qingluan and Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen, and the corners of his mouth had a curvature, fortunately, he still had them.

Waiting, the most tormenting.

Maybe those people won't come tonight?

Yun Yan twisted the corners of her clothes, constantly denying her conjectures in her heart, and constantly affirming her unrealistic fantasies.

This seemingly strong woman, in fact, is still soft in her heart, but the hardships of life have put a thick layer of armor on her, and this armor has collapsed tonight, on the eve of the dawn of her fate.

Finally, Yun Yan stood up, walked in front of Wang Yuanbao and said, "Childe, why don't you rest first, tonight, maybe I'm suspicious." ”

Wang Yuanbao looked up at the beautiful face of this graceful woman, smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay to be entrusted by others, loyal to people, this is my duty, if the girl is tired, just rest." ”

It seemed that Wang Yuanbao's smile gave Yun Yan courage and opened her mouth, but Yun Yan still didn't say that sentence after all.

This young man is very much like the person in his dream, pointing out the country, inspiring words, dung to look at the marquis of ten thousand households, indomitable perseverance, and the smile he gives people, like the light of March.

Wang Yuanbao naturally didn't know what Yun Yan was thinking at the moment, there was another thing in his heart, in the letter sent to him by Sect Master Xie of the Sloppy Heavenly Monarch, he didn't actually write too much detail, but simply wrote a name and a word.

Gu Liangchan, and Shi Niang.

The years will eventually let their own joys and sorrows, washed by time, gradually disappear, just like a fish into the river and sea, it is difficult to find a trace, but you can use letters as a line, memory as bait, catch a fish of joy and sorrow, joy and sorrow together in the heart.

The sad thing is that after years of cold and summer, I still need to hide the memory of this joy and sorrow.

Wang Yuanbao looked at the door of the Zhiluo Pavilion, what he thought in his heart was like a chaotic hemp, cutting and tidying up and messy, Grandmaster Xie would definitely not make such a boring joke, but the woman in front of him was really the woman in his heart who was like a father?

It's just that Wang Yuanbao's thoughts were interrupted by the footsteps in the alleyway of Zhiluo Pavilion.

Three sturdy men in brocade clothes, wearing flying feather knives at their waists, walked in from the mouth of the fireworks alley, breathing for a long time, and very regular, this is the only way to have martial arts in the first and second realms.

Wang Yuanbao's eyes narrowed slightly, staring closely at the three brocade-clothed men who walked in from the alley.

And the blind man who was hiding in the shadows stood up, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he smelled a smell that he was very familiar with.

The people in brocade clothes are the elite men who were sent out by Commander Guo.

Soon, the three of them walked to the door of the Zhiluo Pavilion and were waiting to walk in.

but was stopped by a blind man in clothes with a sword.

"Get out of the way, King Zhao's personal guard will do things. ”

The sturdy man squinted slightly, staring at this blind man who had an indescribable spirit although he was in poor clothes.

"You have no chance, you can't enter. ”

The tone was as cold as ever, even indifferent.