The moon hangs on the branches, the night is quiet, and the warm yellow light is cutting out the figures and casting them on the window frame, and there are faint voices in the study.

"The prince consort vomited blood...how did you know?"

"I just came out of the Prince's Mansion and was called to the mansion by the teacher. I heard several ministers in the court discussing the city defense. As a result, Gu Changshi sent someone to send someone to send news... Tian Shumi took His Majesty out of the city quietly."

"What?!"

A sudden sound of surprise resounded, followed by a "bang" sound of teacup smashing. Zhang Zhifang stood up from behind the desk, stared at Geng Qing below, turned around and walked over the empty carved arch curtain, and called a guard outside to come in.

"You hold my order and go to the Prince Consort's Mansion to see the Left Pushe!"

"Here!"

The guard left, the door closed again, Zhang Zhifang turned around, walked straight over his son, stood in front of Geng Qing, and pursed his lips for a while.

"Geng Langjun and my son have been intimate. I have heard of some rumors about him. Come here tonight to inform me about the matter, but are there other ideas?"

Geng Qing was not afraid of the power of a warrior, so he looked at him for a moment and nodded.

"The prince consort is seriously ill and cannot be in charge of the director. Zheng Xiang went to Fengxiang to serve as the governor. Lu Xiang was strong in nature, but he was listless. At present, only the Zuo Jinwu Guard could control the situation in the city."

Zhang Zhifang frowned and nodded in agreement, "You continue talking." Then, he sat back to the back of the desk, sat on the chair with a golden knife, pressed his knees with his hands, and waited majesticly for the following.

"Your Majesty quietly left the city, and naturally there were not many troops. There are two solutions at present. One is that the general has the authority to rule the imperial guards in the imperial city, and leads the remaining Shen Ce army out of the city overnight to recover His Majesty, calm the hearts of the people of Chang'an, and guard the city to wait for the support of the governors from all sides."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhifang waved his hand and refused without thinking. It is easy to recover the emperor, but hijacking the emperor is a serious crime. Even if there is a reason for the matter, if Chang'an is defended, it is impossible to settle the score by Qiu Hou.

"Not right, let's talk about the next one."

"The second one is much simpler. It can be surrendered and does not hurt a soldier or a soldier."

"You let me take the lead in beating the thief?"

The big hand slapped the desk suddenly, and Zhang Zhifang got up from the chair again. Zhang Huaiyi, who was scared, hurried over to persuade his father to calm down, turned his head and smiled bitterly and quickly asked Geng Qing to explain.

"What else is there to say behind? I'll finish it in one breath. Half of the words are so scary."

Geng Qing smiled at him and raised his sleeve to salute the old man, "General, don't be angry. After hearing what happened, the situation in Chang'an is difficult to turn the world back now. The thieves outside the city have been traitors from north to south for many years, and the elite soldiers and generals are better to open the city and surrender, and to leniently wait for reinforcements to arrive in the capital."

"What Langjun means, let me pretend to surrender?"

Geng Qing nodded: "For the sake of the present, we can only retreat and advance, first save our lives and then try our best to have fun."

They were all big figures in the court. Zhang Zhifang pondered for a moment. The pros and cons were obvious. How could he not know what the Shen Ce Army was? If he really wanted to fight, he would be scared to cry when he stood at the top of the city, let alone pulling his bow and slashing people with a knife.

"Your words are not unreasonable, let me think about it."

Geng Qing started and stopped talking. Too much talk would be suspected of teaching people to do things, and it would be disliked, especially those who are in high positions, and they cannot give guidance in front of them.

After leaving the mansion, Geng Qing bowed to Zhang Huaiyi, then got on the carriage, and ordered Dachun to go to the mansion of Jingzhao Yin Li Tang. Although he was not a scholar, the relationship between the prince-consort could still allow the other party to see him. He repeated the same words. The content of the words was basically to remind the emperor that there would inevitably be chaos in the city. Beware that the villain would take the opportunity to plunder the city.

When they came out again, it was late at night. When they returned to Yong'anfang, the lights were still on in the yard. Wang Jinqiu sat in the room, shaking the fan for her husband, helping the crowd gather under the eaves, and whispered under the trees. Qiaoniang and Widow Zhang sat at the stairs. When everyone saw Geng Qing coming back, they felt relieved and went back to the room one by one. In the window lattice with lights, the woman blew out the lights and lay down beside her husband to sleep.

Taking off his clothes, Geng Qing lay on the bed shortly afterwards. The door opened, and his slim figure slipped into the room and crawled into his quilt, looking at his handsome side face without blinking.

Smelling the fragrance of Bai Yunxiang's body, Geng Qing touched her face, closed her eyes and went to sleep, and whispered before going to bed: "You all worry about encountering such a thing when you come to Chang'an."

The woman in her arms didn't say anything, but just drilled into his arms.

The people in the courtyard fell asleep, but for the officials in the court, it was a night that was difficult to sleep.

The houses of the officials had already been alarmed. Carriages drove out of the mansion, while the nearby civil and military officials put on their robes and walked while wearing them. They bowed to the prince-consort's mansion anxiously and confirmed that this farce thing lasted until dawn, and everyone had to accept such facts.

At this moment, the overall safety of the capital was overwhelmed by these civil and military officials. There were various officials, and then the service was down. The soldiers, almost at dawn, the entire Chang'an became tense in such an atmosphere. The emperor was not in the palace, and various small-scale frictions began to appear. Zhang Zhifang, the guard of the Left Jinwu, stood up and presided over the overall situation, captured the Imperial City Shence Army, forcibly pressed down the outbreak of conflicts.

In mid-October, news of the fall of Tongguan spread throughout the city. As for the emperor's escape to Shu, he was still pressed by everyone. The atmosphere in the city was extremely frightened and tense. The Chang'an wharf had become blocked, and there were long queues of city gates around him. However, after that, the four gates were closed and the people were no longer allowed to enter and exit.

On the afternoon of the 25th, the carriage that Geng Qing was riding was parked at the Princess' Mansion. The mansion manager welcomed him into the backyard. He first paid a visit to Princess Guangde, and then arranged to enter a bedroom.

The room was filled with the strong smell of medicine. When he pushed open the door and went in, Geng Qing saw Yu Cong, the son-in-law who was lying on the bed and was served by a maid serving medicine. The old man's cheeks were thin and dull, his eyes were deep, and the sunlight outside shone in, making him squint his eyes. Seeing Geng Qing who was turning over after the door was closed, he smiled and raised his hand weakly to let him sit in a chair.

"I heard them say... I want to surrender."

Geng Qing brought a round stool to the old man, took the medicine bowl from the maid, blew the hot air, and fed it to the old man, "Well, the general is already doing this. The news just came that Cao Jun had passed Tongguan and might arrive in Bashang in another day or two."

The old man smiled, without any reproach. Perhaps he was thinking about it or was disheartened, and just raised his hand to push the spoon away.

"I finally realized what Liu Yunzhang felt... Did you come up with the idea? Haha... It's good to protect the people of Chang'an and let the court's civil and military life live more people... It's also good. Can you tell me what you will do later?"

"Take two steps, the thief has not entered the city yet, and people are not familiar with each other, so it is difficult to use tricks."

Yu Cong had a smile in his eyes, and he shook his head and didn't believe it: "You keep a little bit of your words, and hide it in your work."

"The prince-consort understands me."

Hahaha...

The old man smiled slightly, then laughed out loud, as if someone was talking to him, feeling happy, his eyes were cloudy and turned to the candlestick on the table. At this time, the maid in the room had already left, and he said softly.

"...... The Cao Army has no foundation and is wandering around. Now that he has entered Chang'an, he must have the idea of ​​gaining a foothold. Huang Chao is ambitious and has resentment towards me, the Tang Dynasty. If you surrender to him, it is not difficult to stand out with your talent, but it is not a good thing. It is difficult to clear up in the name of a thief."

The old man spoke sincerely and gentlely, probably guessing what Geng Qing wanted to do, and trying to analyze some available things for him and the troubles he might encounter in the future.

Geng Qing reached out and held the old man's hand, nodded with a smile, "That's true, but it's still something to do, it's just a stigma. I'm not a scholar, so I don't value these things very much."

The old man just said no, with a hint in his eyes, "Extraordinary times, you should do extraordinary things... Geng Qing, how old are you now?"

"Last month is eighteen."

"Can you mention words?"

Seeing Geng Qing shook his head, the old man smiled and patted his back of his hand, "It's better for me to get you the words... Qing is always here all seasons, so he will mention Ji Chang, Geng Ji Chang."

The sun shone in through the open window frame, and the light dust flew. Geng Qing was slightly silent. He looked at the old man who was laughing with him on the bed, and then started to laugh. After chatting for a long time, the old man was in a bad mood. As he spoke, he fell asleep in a drowsy way.

Put down the medicine bowl, Geng Qing covered him with a quilt, got up and walked out of the door, said goodbye to Princess Guangde and left. On the long street outside, people were weaving, and teams of carriages drove out of the city.

It is a team to go to Baqiao to present a letter of surrender.

"Geng Langjun."

The crowds on the long street were noisy, and familiar voices sounded behind Geng Qing. Looking back, Jiuyu, who was wearing regular clothes, was coming over. He was here to visit Yu Cong's condition, and by the way, he also came to find Geng Qing.

Then, people came here and their words were cold and concise.

"Aye asks you to enter the palace."

"Um?"

At this time, there was no master in the imperial city, so it was not something that Geng Qing could enter as long as he wanted. It was just that the emperor was not in the palace and the guards were relaxed. It was not difficult to get the help of the eunuchs and ministers to enter.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Geng Qing bowed his hand and waited for the young eunuch to enter the Prince's Consort's Mansion to come out. The two of them took a carriage together, walked through the bustling neighborhoods, and drove into the Anfu Gate of the Imperial City.

At the end of the long palace wall is the Yeting Palace of the Escort.
Chapter completed!