It was approaching midnight, and I don’t know when the clouds had dispersed. The moon was hazy, and the clear light seemed to be stained with a layer of gray.
Although Qinglong Temple was evacuated by the inner guards, some inner guards were still left to guard the temple.
He Zhenfu took the remaining internal guards to escort the physical evidence back to the Internal Security Department, and Han Changmu and the other three went directly to the Han Mansion in Yongchangfang.
Bao Cheng raised his head and glanced at the moonlight in the sky, and his purple eggplant-colored face suddenly turned darker.
Han Changmu followed Bao Cheng's gaze and looked over. He only felt that the moonlight was dim and could not see anything else. He wondered: "What's wrong, Master Bao? His face is so ugly."
Yao Yao turned around and looked around, wondering to himself, does his face look good?
Bao Cheng's expression was solemn, his eyes were extremely bright, as bright as stars, but there was a hint of worry: "Mao Yueliang, tonight is Mao Yueliang. Lonely souls and wild ghosts love to come out in large numbers at nights like this."
Yao Yao's whole body felt hairy and his scalp was numb. He gently touched his arms that were covered with goosebumps and muttered shivering: "Stop talking, it's so scary."
Bao Cheng said seriously: "I'm not talking nonsense." He pointed to the lantern swinging in the distance. The halo flickered, flickering, like something blinking in the darkness. He whispered He smiled and said, "Look at that lantern that's shining. There's no wind now. That's the ghost eye."
Yao Yao made a sound, raised his hand and threw a stone. With a pop, the lantern went out.
She raised her eyebrows: "Well, the ghost is blind."
Just when the Jinse formation in Qinglong Temple was broken, in a room in Pingkangfang, the lights were like beans, reflecting the ordinary small cup, and the ordinary small cup reflected the radiance. , exceptionally eye-catching.
The man stretched out his hand and touched the small cup gently, his face full of pity and fascination. After a while, he reluctantly raised his chin, and a sharp voice rang out: "Young master, the Gu mother is not fully mature yet, why not let it go?" It would be nice if I could continue to practice for a while longer."
Although the words were spoken politely, as if they were discussing matters, the tone was not respectful at all.
The young man opposite was dressed in a wanton and ostentatious red dress. He was completely indifferent to the man's disrespect. He raised his hand and slowly stretched out the golden peonies on his sleeves. He picked it up with his charming almond eyes and said, "It doesn't matter. I can raise it myself." ."
This young man was none other than Xie Liangzhan, the young master of the Four Saints Sect. He fought against Han Changmu several times on Longyou Road but was defeated. However, he did not avoid Han Changmu's advances and instead followed him into the capital.
The man secretly resented it, his eyes flickered, and he handed over the small cup.
The young man narrowed his apricot eyes, and the affectionate light in his eyes was particularly lingering. He smiled and revealed a pair of pointed tiger teeth: "Has everything been cleaned up in Qinglong Temple?"
The man touched his smooth chin and smiled gloomily: "Of course, those idiots thought that if they broke the Jinse Formation, everything would be fine. But they didn't know that the Jinse Formation was just the beginning, and troubles would come one after another. We should have given them a long time ago. They prepared a big gift.”
The young man put his hand on the small cup, not afraid of the gnawing sound coming from inside, and said quietly: "Are the sacrifices ready? There won't be any accidents this time, right?"
The man smiled casually: "No, the envoys of Tubo and Tuyuhun are in Beijing now. Everyone is staring at them and has no time to look elsewhere."
The young man snorted softly: "Han Changmu, the young envoy of the Internal Security Department, is not an ordinary person. The incident at Longyou Road was ruined by his hands. Now he is also in the capital. You must not be careless, or you will miss the mark."
The man's face was full of disdain. He also knew about Longyou Road, but he thought that it was not Han Changmu who was powerful, but the Water Saint Envoys and the others who were too stupid.
Knowing that the man did not take his words seriously, the young man smiled sarcastically and said indifferently: "Have the arrangements for the house in Chonghuafang been completed?"
The man nodded and said: "Everything has been arranged. Young Master can move there tomorrow."
The young man smiled, his almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, but the funny smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. It just floated lightly on his lips and corners of his eyes. His voice was as cold as the night breeze: "You don't have to wait for tomorrow. I'll go over now."
The man was stunned for a moment, looking at the thick night outside, hesitating for a moment and said: "Young Master, Beijing is not as good as Hexi. There are a large number of cavalry and secret sentries during the curfew to strictly check for night violations. Young Master, why not stay here?" Rest for the night and leave again tomorrow.”
"It doesn't matter." The young master stuffed the small cup into his sleeve, put on the black cloak, stood up and walked out.
The man was stunned. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. He touched his chin. Maybe the young master didn't completely trust him.
The young man's attire was not particularly eye-catching in the wealthy Pingkangfang, so his departure did not attract much attention from others.
There was a carriage without any emblem parked in front of the flower building. The young man lifted the curtain, got into the carriage, and said "go" softly.
A jet black cloak covered the coachman from head to toe, and he raised his whip and shouted loudly.
The carriage drove through the lively winding alleys and arrived at the west gate of Pingkangfang. Two villagers, an old man and a young man, leaned against the square gate. The older one was drowsy, while the younger one had his eyes widened.
Hearing the heavy sound of the wheels, the young Fang Ding straightened up immediately, held down the knife at his waist, stopped the carriage, and shouted: "Who is it?"
A fair and slender hand stretched out from the car. It was the hand of a delicate girl, holding a palm-sized waistband and shaking it.
There are three complicated characters engraved on the waist plate. It can be vaguely seen that the first character is the character "内", while the remaining two characters are not very nice.
The entire waistband was yellow and orange, and the golden light almost flashed Fang Ding's eyes.
The elder Fang Ding next to him suddenly opened his eyes, with a serious look on his face. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the young Fang Ding who was about to continue asking questions, and asked him to open the door and let the carriage go out.
The two watched the carriage clatter away, turning to a place where the moonlight could not shine, and then closed the creaking door.
The young Fang Ding held the knife and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Brother Li, who is this person? He was let out without asking any questions."
The elder Fang Ding lowered his eyes and returned to the sleepy and confused look before. He waved his hand and said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. It's a badge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you ask one more question, you'll die." All died in vain."
The young man shivered, not sure whether it was from the cold or from fear. He nodded with a sullen face: "It's so powerful. If it weren't for Brother Li who stopped me, I would have gotten into trouble again. Brother Li, I will be on duty tomorrow. I will I’ll treat you to a drink.”
Elder Dingfang laughed loudly and said: "You're welcome, your mother-in-law handed you over to me, so I have to take good care of you."
The young shopkeeper smiled, suddenly covered his stomach, twisted his body and said, "Brother Li, I, I, I'm going to go to the latrine, you keep an eye on it for a while."
The eldest monk handed over a lantern and said, "Go ahead and light the lantern."
The young man trotted into the nearest flower building, walked around the hut in the backyard, then climbed up to the second floor and knocked on the door of one of the rooms.
After pushing the door open and entering, he stood respectfully and whispered: "The Holy Envoy has left."
A sinister light flashed in the man's narrow phoenix eyes, and he asked in confusion: "Are you sure it was him who went out?"
The young man nodded: "I know his hands."
The man let out a surprised sound, then smiled with understanding: "Yes, you have a photographic memory, otherwise I wouldn't have put you here." He paused slightly and asked: "How did he get out? ."
The young Fang Ding said: "He holds the badge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
The man stood up in surprise. It took him a while to realize that he had lost his composure. He sat back down and murmured: "The Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Didn't he just come to Chang'an? Isn't it the first time he came back to Chang'an? How can there be a Ministry of Internal Affairs?" Waistband."
He had no doubt that Fang Ding would be wrong. A person in Fang Ding's position must have sharp ears and eyes, and be able to identify the authenticity and fakeness of waist cards everywhere.
Although this young man has only been working as a trader for more than a year, he has a photographic memory and is unmistakable.
He waved his hand and told the young man to retreat first. He rubbed his smooth chin and murmured to the empty room: "No wonder you dare to go out at night. It turns out that you were prepared for it. You are actually in the palace." There are also manpower, so I'm afraid there will be more manpower elsewhere. It turns out that you have never trusted me."
His straight back relaxed, he leaned on the bed, and smiled coldly: "However, I have never trusted you. If you have a secret hand, I may not have no counterattack. Since we don't trust each other, then you I’ll just wait and see who can make it to the end.”
The carriage left the west gate of Pingkangfang and drove all the way to the west. The moon was hazy, and the carriage drove away quickly. It met two waves of cavalry along the way, but the young man reached out and waved his waist badge, and no one asked any more questions. Words.
The carriage drove smoothly into the south gate of Judefang, walked eastward along the cross street, and stopped in front of a mansion in the southeast corner.
The mansion was only two steps into the courtyard. The shiny black door was ajar, and someone was already waiting at the door with a lantern.
The young man got off the car and walked in without saying a word. The main hall was already full of people.
While taking off his cloak, he quickly and neatly ordered everyone to go about their errands. Only a few confidants were left behind, and they went around to the secret room behind the main hall to continue the discussion.
Among these confidants, there were Zhou Wuhen and the owner of the shop, and Li Sheng, who was caught by Han Changmu, was also among them, but I don't know how he escaped from Leng Linjiang and others.
The young man loosened his collar, sat casually, took out the small cup from his sleeve and handed it to Li Sheng, and said solemnly: "Li Shengshi, this thing is very important. I will leave the rest of the sacrifice to Li Sheng." You, the sacrifices will be delivered in two days. Han Changmu is also in the capital. You can't let him find out for the time being. Therefore, you will stay in the house these days to sacrifice the Gu mother. After that Li Sheng comes to the capital, Zhou Sheng will deal with it. After him, you won’t have to hide your tracks anymore.”
