Tang Dou's appetite was fully utilized in front of the roast goose in Sihailou.

When the master and servant left Sihai Tower, the afterglow of the sunset shone in alleys, and the dusk mist was desolate.

Pedestrians on the road gradually returned home, and walked abruptly and sighed. I remember the time when the Zhenguan ruled the world, and the Kaiyuan period was in its prime, and now I can't even catch the shadow of prosperity.

The dynasty is old and walks alone like a staggering old man, step by step towards the heavy night.

The world is about to be in chaos, and I know it abruptly, and I don’t have much time left for myself.

Tang Dou fell asleep when he returned to the Tang family. He was a typical pig-like foodie. He slept when he was full and wanted to eat when he had enough sleep.

Tang Dou woke up until the middle of the night. He was about to get up to practice in the morning when the sound of flute and flute came from his ears.

The sound of the flute and flute was melodious and melodious, as if we were crying and complaining, Tang Dou's mind was tightly grasped by the vast and simple music. He put on his clothes and went out of the door. He saw Tang wearing a fur cloak, standing under the osmanthus tree in the yard playing the flute.

Why!

The sound of the flute and flute came to an abrupt and low voice with a sigh, followed by a gentle chant with abrupt and low magnetic nature:

The clear river water under Yugu is in the stage, and there are so many pedestrians crying in the middle. Looking northwest at Chang'an, it is pitiful to countless mountains. The green mountains cannot cover it, after all, it flows eastward. The river is so sad that it is still there, and the mountain is deep and the partridges are heard.

Tang Qian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep all night, so he got up early, picked up a tube of copper Xiao that the boy had placed on the head of the bed, and tried it but it didn't grow. However, his Xiao Sheng was involved in a complicated feeling of emotion, and he chanted a song about Xin Qiji's Queqi's Sky.

As the dawn first appeared, Tang Dou stood behind him and said quietly: "Young master, are you missing home? A Dou misses home too. Let's leave Qingzhou to go to Chang'an?"

Tang suddenly remained silent.

I miss homesick... I miss homesick, but is his home really in Chang'an?

...

It will be here in the blink of an eye on the tenth day of the second month.

At the hour of Yin, this is the coldest time of the day in early spring in Qingzhou.

The naturalized gate of Qingzhou City slowly opened as usual. Several soldiers guarding the gate rubbed their sleepy eyes and were wearing shabby leather armor, trembling in the cold wind.

They slowly started to work with a horizontal knife, and the sky was not yet fully bright.

In terms of equipment, most of the local troops in the vassal states are not as good as the Shence Army in the capital. Of course, the combat effectiveness and equipment cannot be completely equated.

The system of government troops has long been destroyed and is useless. At present, the vassal states recruited their own troops, and all the staff members were not controlled by the court. The number of soldiers and combat effectiveness of the vassal states depends on the economic capabilities of the vassal states.

Compared with the nearby troops of the three towns in Hebei, the Qingzhou army is naturally inferior, but compared with the increasingly corrupt imperial guards in the capital, it is only stronger and not weak.

Two luxurious horse carriages galloped all the way from the city. The gatekeepers saw that the person who led the way was actually the confidant soldiers under the governor Zhu, so they did not dare to stop them and allowed the carriage to leave the city.

On the city gate tower, Yan Xiufu, the governor wrapped in a black cloak, stood proudly, and behind him were Song Ji and Geng Lu.

Yan Xiufu looked gloomy and was holding a piece of oily jute paper in his hand.

Last night, he held a banquet and drank with Song and Geng. Unexpectedly, he ate a note from the roast goose purchased from Sihailou.

There are only two lines of characters on the paper. The handwriting is a strange font that Yan Xiufu has never seen before. The brushwork is thin and vigorous, the outline is clear, and the strokes are smooth. It is a bit like Huaisu's cursive script, but it is also sensible.

The content is full of joking and humorous: the eunuch comes and goes freely, and Mr. Yan is rarely confused.

Geng Lu bowed and said, "Eunuch, the eunuch left the Zhu Mansion early in the morning. He was in a strange place. It seemed that he was going to return to Chang'an. Should he let it come and go?"

Yan Xiufu pondered for a moment and his voice was resolute: "In other words, immediately send troops out of the camp to take down the eunuch on the grounds of clearing out the bandits, interrogate them on the spot, and quickly find out why the conspiracy of the eunuch and Zhu Teng colluded with him, and not postpone it!"

Geng Lu had long been unable to hold back, and was overjoyed when she heard this and immediately took the order down the city tower.

Yan Xiufu turned his head and raised the paper in his hand to Song Ji, frowned: "Yuan Ji, who is this person who informed him is worth exploring. This person is hidden behind the scenes and his intentions are unknown. After a few days or two, I will dig down along the clues of the Roasted Goose and Sihailou."

Song Ji bowed and bowed, but he was speechless.

Who can tell clearly what the person who sent the letter is from, what is his intention? Is it a vent to inform me, whether to take advantage of the situation or take advantage of the situation?

...

Two carriages carrying a lot of yellow and white goods were galloping away on the official road, with deep ruts.

The sky to the east showed a shallow white fish belly. A team of more than a hundred Qingzhou cavalry rode their horses and whipped them up. The chilly spring breeze whipped by the cold air.

The two carriages only ran thirty miles away and were surrounded by the fierce Qingzhou cavalry at the foot of Dongyang Mountain.

Half lying in the carriage, guarding the copper furnace, charcoal fire, closed his eyes to rest. The sleepy young eunuch in the brocade clothes was shocked and poked his head out and asked, "What's going on?"

The driver and another follower were driving in a panic and said softly: "Neither, the Qingzhou Town official army is here to chase us and surround us, as if the visitor is not good."

Yu Shihong was furious and jumped out of the car immediately.

He stood under the car and looked around the group of Qingzhou soldiers who looked like wolves and tigers around him, with a arrogant expression and raised his hand to scold him, "You are so bold! How dare you block the way of the family?"

The captain led by the Qingzhou Army immediately curled his lips and thought to himself that a little eunuch without eggs was arrogant. This is not a capital city. If it falls into my hands, just think it is unlucky.

According to the regulations of the Tang Dynasty, there were also senior eunuchs on Ziqing Road as military supervisors.

Only two years ago, the military supervisor Yang Dahe suffered an unexpected stroke and died in time. The court never appointed a new military supervisor again and it was vacant.

There are rumors that Yang Dahe actually asked the Jiedushi Yan Xiufu to kill the design.

Therefore, the Qingzhou army did not have so much fear of eunuchs, let alone any fear.

The captain sneered and waved: "We are ordered to clear out the bandits. The bandits are suspicious and are suspected of being spies. Take him down quickly!"

A group of soldiers dismounted, holding horizontal swords, bows and arrows, approaching.

The fish market was sweating profusely, and the trembling voice was yelling: "Which one of you dares to touch the family, do you still want to survive?"

Fish Market Hong is used to being domineering in his daily life. When he came to this subsidence Qingzhou, he felt that he could walk sideways like the first time he had eaten crabs, and even the governor Zhu Teng ignored it.

When Yu Shihong realized the crisis was coming, his arrogance and arrogance suddenly turned into a bubble and was frightened.

The coachman in black suddenly changed his expression. He said that at that time, the man suddenly rose up, and a sharp dagger in his hand jumped across Yu Shihong's throat.

The fish market has never had the chance to scream, so it was cut off and died of blood.

His soft body swayed twice and suddenly fell to the ground.

The soldiers were shocked and rushed forward.

The coachman in black paused his feet, rushed onto the roof of the carriage, and then flew towards the nearest horseman.
Chapter completed!