Ma Fengtao stayed awake all night in the resting house, and after submitting the autopsy papers, he invited several acquaintances of Chang'anwei to carry the master back.

But before leaving Chang'anwei, he saw the angry Wei general Xiu Yan returning from the court.

Ma Fengtao shut up very interestingly, and did not open his mouth to ask, but learned from the accompanying Chang'an Wei: Last night, three more people were killed, and two of them were Chang'anwei's brothers. In the morning market today, a new murder case was filled in Chang'an City, and the death method was the same as that of the previous people, which should have been committed by the same person.

Today's body of the deceased has not yet been transported to Chang'an, but the news has been returned. Chang'an Wei, who was traveling with General Xiu, instructed Ma Fengtao that he was still needed for an autopsy in the afternoon.

The old man died, and the people of Chang'anwei naturally regarded Ma Fengtao as a new work to replace the old man.

When Ma Fengtao heard about today's incident, he didn't show any surprise, nor did he mention to anyone about the capture of the female assassin in white last night, but he was imperceptible and sighed softly.

After Nangong woke up, he instructed his subordinates to prepare a bath bucket and wash carefully before going out brightly dressed.

After returning from the battlefield, although he was praised by the government and the opposition and the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he was called a hero who "avoided the white robe by thousands of troops and horses", but only he himself has not been able to let go, and in that war, he made too many mistakes that could have been avoided.

He was always wondering if he had made the right choice, whether it was worth it, and whether he was entrusted by that person.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to today's events, and this is his opportunity, not to prove to others that he deserves to be a second-class official at the age of sixteen, but to tell himself that the person did not make a mistake.

Fu Yu, the god of war in Jialou, Da Zhou doesn't know much about him. Although he is the only opponent on the battlefield of the Great Zhou in recent years, the two armies are facing each other, and there has never been a moment when senior generals are in close hands. Even the opportunity to fight wits is rare.

The sky is still bright, and today is the twenty-fifth day of July, which is the birthday of the lotus fairy in the fairy world, and it is also the day to hold the blue lantern festival in the world. The surrounding counties, towns, and neighbors, and the market have not yet spread the news that the God of War will behead Chang'an today. Even the news that ten people have died in Chang'an in the past few days has not spread to the point that everyone knows about it. So today's Chang'an is very lively. Most of them are ordinary people who come to visit the festival scenery, and many of them are peddlers who take advantage of today's excitement and pour into Chang'an from all directions to make some small profits and subsidize their families.

Nangong walked around Chang'an, carefully checked whether the arrangement in each place was complete and reasonable, reviewed it three times in his mind, and finally put his mind at ease, stopped and turned around, and a young girl hit him head-on.

After the girl collided with Nangong, neither of them made a sound, but just looked at each other and smiled.

Finally, Nangong opened his mouth and said, "What are you doing with me?"

The girl's side shoulder revealed the heavy sword behind her, and said, "I said I want to be your sword." ”

Nangong said: "I don't need a sword today. ”

The girl said: "Grandpa Bai said, you have a big battle to fight today." ”

Nangong said: "Not all battles have to use a sword, especially your sword. ”

The girl said: "I'll follow you first, you tell me to go up and I'll go up, if you don't call me ......"

Nangong said: "You're not going to go?"

The girl said, "Then you will invite me to eat rice balls at night." ”

Nangong said: "Okay, but there is indeed one thing to support." ”

The girl said boldly: "You say, who are you going to kill?"

Nangong shook his head and said: "If I can be defeated today, I don't need you to make a move, if I am not ...... enemy"

The girl said, "I slaughtered him for you." ”

Nangong said: "You protect Bai Liyao." ”

The girl pondered for a moment and said, "Grandpa Bai is a good person, I will protect him." ”

Nangong said again: "Also, if you really don't like to call him a general, just call him Uncle Bai, don't call him grandpa." ”

The girl asked, "Why?"

Nangong said: "I don't like it. ”

The two chatted while walking, and slowly walked towards the Mingde Gate at the south gate of Chang'an. Someone had already reported to Nangong that the god of war in Jialou had been waiting outside the Mingde Gate for a long time.

Zhang Xufeng seems to have acquiesced, and the matter is handed over to Nangong to deal with. As for whether the hermits of the General's Mansion and Ouchi were secretly arranged, Nangong did not consider it.

He just wanted to use his own strength to stop Fu Yu.

It was a knot in his heart.

After coming out of the sword sect called Shushan, but not the authentic Shushan sect, he was too conceited for a long time. He believed that he was the only martial arts wizard in the world, but he lost one after another on the battlefield. In the end, I had to plead with the man to come to this talent, abandon the sword and hold the shield, and he wanted to be the strongest city wall in the Great Zhou.

Shennong was born, and Da Zhou will soon usher in a new situation.

In his heart, there is still a glimmer of hope that is difficult to extinguish, and he doesn't want to be lost in the new generation.

This time, if he loses again, he can't deceive himself with inexperience, preparation, and opportunity.

Finally, when the sun was setting in the west, he and a girl named Cistanche came to Mingde Gate together, and saw Fu Yu sitting on the ground sharpening knives from afar.

Still dressed in black, with a black knife.

And Nangong, a white robe, holding a white child.

Fu Yu, who was sitting on the ground and sharpening his knife, did not slow down his movements because his eyes were slightly blind. He has been doing this thing since he was a child, whether he sees it with his eyes or not, it's the same.

And at this moment, as if sensing Nangong's arrival, he finally opened his eyes.

In the Taiping Fang, I didn't know that Fu Yu would behead the young man in Chang'an today, and he was holding the package passed to him by the master and walking into the resting place.

But suddenly his heart trembled, and when he looked back, an old eunuch dressed as a palace person, holding a Fengtian treasure letter, appeared at the door of the resting house at some point.

Ma Fengtao bowed his hand and said, "I've seen my father-in-law, is there something wrong with my father-in-law?"

The eunuch ignored it, and walked into the resting place step by step with the treasure letter in his hand.

Ma Fengtao didn't bother either, and when the old eunuch walked past him, he smiled when he saw that the man was still nodding to him.

Located on Suzaku Street in the central axis of Chang'an, an unkempt old beggar and a swarthy sturdy woman walked together, the old beggar chattered about the past, and the sturdy woman did not say a word, listening silently.

Shennong found that she liked to talk to the female emperor of the Great Dragon Empire very much, she never interrupted, nor did she express her opinion on anything that she didn't understand, she just listened quietly, but not perfunctory, and nodded and smiled when she heard something interesting.

After getting along on this day, Shennong gave her the nickname of "stupid big man", and she was not annoyed and accepted it happily.

Until he walked to the front of Mingde Gate, he saw the two people standing opposite each other in black and white from a distance, Shennong stretched out his hand and pointed to the white-clothed hussar general Nangong, and said to the Great Dragon Empress: "See, this is my son." ”

At this moment, the sun was setting, the twilight was sweeping, and the first fireworks were lit in Chang'an City.