Xia Jigang had some impressions of Yao Yao. He vaguely remembered that she had long eyebrows, smart almond eyes, full of heroic spirit, pretty appearance, cheerful temperament, neither delicate nor timid, and she worked hard when doing errands. .
Xia Jigang recovered his thoughts, nodded and smiled: "If I hadn't been familiar with Jiuchao's character, I would have mistakenly thought that Jiuchao had some thoughts about Yao joining the army."
Han Changmu didn't seem to hear this. He wasn't embarrassed or shy, and he didn't say anything.
Xia Jigang's gray eyebrows raised. He is still a young man. When he reaches his age, he should know that having a caring person in the house is more comfortable and comfortable than being an extremely human minister. However, Yao Yao is really not worthy of his family background.
He had just entered the palace to meet the sage, and when he was talking about business, the sage meaningfully mentioned that he should take good care of this younger generation.
The word "care" refers to both official and private matters.
Rumor has it that this distinguished eldest son of the Han family has long passed the marriage proposal age, but there is no one in the room. Either he is not destined to be married, or he has an old illness.
He smiled dryly and warned: "The hidden stakes of Jia Zhi are all Yang Youzi's confidants. They have been cultivated carefully. You can take them with you after a long time. Kill two birds with one stone."
Han Changmu should claim so.
Xia Jigang held his knees and thought slowly: "In the past few years, the imperial court has used troops against the Turks. Although it has regained the Yumen Pass and opened up the northwest trade route, it has been defeated by several major battles and natural and man-made disasters year after year. The treasury is Already very poor."
He cried for a long time and finally turned to the topic: "Although it would be a disaster if the defense plan fell into the hands of the Turks, at least the Ministry of War still has backup methods to avoid losing all opportunities, but the lost salary is not It’s a small amount, and the saint strictly ordered us to get to the bottom of it.”
After all, in the eyes of a saint, money is still more important than human life.
Han Changmu nodded: "I understand."
Xia Jigang took out a page from his sleeve and folded it in a square shape: "The tea tax and salt tax are not enough. The news is that the Turks are frequently harassing and horse bandits are causing trouble. The rhubarb matter cannot be delayed any longer. Turtle It seems that our country is interested in our country, but in fact it is just a wallflower, playing the wind between the Turks and our country. It has been here for a long time, so we should pay attention and investigate together."
Han Changmu looked at the page, and there was only one line written on it: Han Jiuchao, the eldest son of Han Zengshou, the Medical Order of the Imperial Medical Department.
This is a good new identity. Han Changmu nodded: "Sir, what about Yao joining the army?"
Xia Jigang chuckled: "The eldest son of the Korean Medical Order is traveling with a big maid to accompany him. Isn't it too much?"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, accepting this statement, and left without saying anything more.
The city of Chang'an is dotted with one hundred and eight miles of squares, with deep winding alleys and criss-crossing streets. As the saying goes, the east is rich and the west is rich. Most of the big squares next to the imperial city live with noble families. On the land boundary where every inch of gold and land is available, there are even The huts are all very well built, and there are no abandoned houses at all.
Far away from the city, the many lanes located in the south of the city are much more desolate.
It was inhabited by poor people who were struggling to make a living in Chang'an City. Those who could not survive had to leave Chang'an City and find another way to make a living.
The empty houses in these neighborhoods were despised by the rich and could not be afforded by the poor, so they gradually fell into disuse. Some of the houses that were originally remote and sparsely populated actually had nine empty houses out of ten.
It's late at night, the moon is dancing, and the curfew is out in Chang'an City. Many shameful things happen in these empty houses. There are no absolutes. There are always those who are not afraid of death, and they will expose the shameful things to the bright moonlight. .
On the deep ridge of the roof, there was a man lying motionless for half an hour, as if he was dead. It was already very cold in the early autumn night, but he didn't even shiver, which showed that his body was strong.
Seeing that midnight was approaching, the Ding Branch and the B Branch of the Internal Guard changed their defenses. One team left from the Internal Guard, and the other team left from Changle Gate, and had to pass through a street with a width of more than 20 feet.
On that street, there were no lights, no moonlight, and it was so dark that no one could see his fingers.
The man on the roof finally moved to prove that he was a living person. He raised his head slightly and made a cooing sound like an owl.
On autumn nights, it is not uncommon to see owls. There are often owls on the top of a big banyan tree outside the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Three short and two long, five times of cooing.
As soon as the sound died down, the clock beat started, and Ding Zhi and Bing Zhi faced each other and walked to the street.
A black figure floated down from the big banyan tree, looking as light as autumn leaves falling silently to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment when the two teams changed defenses and entered the dark alley, the man silently walked into the inner guard. The company's door.
In the official room, Han Changmu was holding a book. When he saw Meng Suige coming in hastily, he said without raising his head: "Here he comes."
Meng Suige nodded: "Here we come, the one in the cell has been arrested, and the one on the roof has followed."
The scroll was gently tapped in the palm of his hand, and Han Changmu said calmly: "Keep it closed for now and ignore him."
The man on the roof waited for half a cup of tea, but when he didn't see anyone coming out of the Internal Security Department, he knew something was wrong. The person must have been trapped in the Internal Security Department's cell. He no longer hesitated, "Bah." With a loud sound, he spit the grass roots in his mouth onto the gray tiles and flew away.
After the curfew, there are guards patrolling every neighborhood, and the gates are locked and guarded by guards. This guard looks tight, but it is full of loopholes, guarding against gentlemen but not villains.
Not to mention the powerful people who can walk in and out at will just by showing a sign. The walls that are only as high as the shoulders and the servants who only know some boxing and kicking skills cannot stop the masters who can climb over the walls. Not to mention the fact that there are dog holes deliberately dug into the walls of remote houses.
The man was extremely agile and very familiar with the patrol routes, so he carefully avoided them.
He walked silently through the streets and alleys, climbed over the walls, without disturbing anyone, and passed through Taipingfang and Yanshoufang. The man finally turned into the Zoroastrian Temple in Puningfang.
This man didn't alert anyone, and the two people behind him didn't alert him either. Seeing him enter the Zoroastrian Temple, one person was left to guard the temple while the other returned to the Internal Security Department.
After hearing Meng Suige's reply, Han Changmu knocked on the map of Chang'an City with his fingers and said calmly: "This Zoroastrian Temple has two gates in the front and back, and four smart men are assigned to guard it in rotation. Wait until the one in the prison vomits. "
Meng Suige was obviously familiar with the tricks in the prison and nodded hurriedly: "I searched him, fed him Ruanjin powder, stripped him naked and threw him into the round room, and fed him biscuits every hour. Give water.”
"Then burn the earth dragon in the round room." Han Changmu said calmly.
Meng Suige chuckled: "It's dry, hot and without water. I think it will be abandoned in two days."
Han Changmu twirled the corners of his book with a calm expression: "Tomorrow, you follow Captain Cheng and the others by land. After we finish the work here, I will go by water with Yao Canjun from Jingzhao Mansion."
Relying on his close relationship with Han Changmu, Meng Suige smiled and said, "Sir, Yao Canjun is a girl. It's not convenient for you to be alone."
"..." Han Changmu was speechless, and had no choice but to knock Meng Sui's door with the scroll. A dull pain suddenly appeared in his calm eyebrows: "After arriving at Yumen Pass, you will do your best to investigate the whereabouts of the miracle doctor. The case will be handed over to Xiaowei Cheng. They’re checking first, so you don’t have to worry about it, just keep an eye on them.”
Meng Suige suppressed his smile, nodded in agreement, turned around and left.
In the middle of the night, the floating clouds cover the full moon, creating a hazy shadow. To the west of Buzheng Square, a huge horn-shaped silhouette is cast on the wall of the square. The bottom of the silhouette is dark and hazy, blending into the watery green brick winding alley.
The temple was quiet, the fire in the altar was burning brightly, and the red firelight shone on the white walls.
The two men hid their figures under the altar, and only their deliberately lowered voices came out.
"Puningfang has been leaked." The voice was a bit rough, and the Chinese language was jerky and lame, with some nonsense sounds at the end of the sentence.
The other man hesitated for a moment, obviously afraid of the person in front of him, and his voice was low and respectful: "Yes, the fourth man was too careless and didn't notice the people from the Department of Internal Security following him."
He coughed a few times and said, "Gu Laosan will confess to the Internal Security Department in a few days. Let the people from Puningfang evacuate first."
He responded in a low voice with respect and continued: "The south side has made arrangements. We will board the ship in five days and exchange goods at Fenglingdu."
He said in a rough voice: "Two batches of goods were detained by the garrison at Yumen Pass. If this batch of goods cannot be sent out safely, Sabao will be replaced."
"Yes, don't worry, this batch of goods is safe."
The words faded away, and the two men left the temple one after another. Under the moonlight, their white robes were as hazy as the wind, and they disappeared in a flash, like ghosts.
On the west side of the Taiji Palace, walk through the Qianbu Corridor and enter the Jiayou Gate. A large number of low palaces rise and fall in the night, and the shadows are dark and depressing.
There were many people in the Yeting Palace. They were all hardworking sin slaves. After working hard all day, they stopped early when it got dark.
When night falls, all the lights are extinguished, and the dimly lit inner garden seems like two separate worlds.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at the flies in the darkness. There was an inconspicuous narrow angle between Jiayou Gate and Qianbu Corridor. It was surrounded by towering green bricks with overlapping roof tiles. The sunlight did not reach this place, making it quite cold. It's so quiet that few people come here on weekdays.
Few people came, but it was not that no one came. In this deep night, a fire was briefly lit, and a lamp was dimly lit.
Under the lamp, an indistinguishable male and female voice came from under the lamp. Although the voice was low, it was still a bit harsh: "Reporting to the envoy, the saint issued a secret edict today, and ordered Han Changmu, the major envoy of the Internal Security Department, to go to Yumen Pass to investigate the case of the missing salary. ."
"The Holy Lord is indeed right as he expected." As if a gust of wind blew by, a voice in the darkness said leisurely: "The Holy Lord has given instructions, you try to find out when Han Changmu went, who he took, and what route he took. "
He said in a sharp voice: "The Holy Lord is really going to take action?"
Feng Sheng wandered and said: "How can you and I guess the thoughts of the Holy Lord? You just have to obey orders and act."
