Lishan Mountain, one of the Eight Scenic Spots in Chang'an, has always been a scenic spot in Guanzhong. Whenever the sun sets, the light returns and is refracted. The buildings, pavilions, cliffs and valleys, the pines and cypresses seem to be shrouded in golden light, each showing its own splendor.
The scenery is extraordinarily beautiful and cannot be found in Huichang except for a wealthy family.
The manor of Doctor Jin Ziguanglu, Duke Yun, and Governor Zhang Liang of Xiangzhou is located here. His great merits in not betraying Qin King Li Er despite severe punishments allowed him to own this 300-acre manor in the most beautiful place in Guanzhong.
Zhang Liang's mother, wife and children all live here. A dispute with the Yun family two years ago severely damaged the Zhang family's vitality. The mansion in the capital has never returned to its former glory. Many pretenders followed the army and were dismissed.
After being dismissed, Zhang Liangyuan is now in Xiangzhou. Naturally, the arrogant and domineering atmosphere in his family is no longer there. There are no important matters. The Zhang family's wife and children do not even take a step forward to Chang'an.
The setting sun dyed the jungle red, and when the last ray of light quietly disappeared, there were only dark mountains around, overlooking the sporadic lights of the Zhang family.
Zhang Fu drank a little bit of wine tonight, and with a hint of drunkenness, he locked the courtyard doors one by one, and finally came to the Buddhist hall. The old lady had been restless these days and could not sleep well. The whole family did not sleep well. She
Will not sleep.
Pushing open the door of the Buddhist hall, the old lady was still kneeling in front of the Buddha to pray. Zhang Fu did not dare to disturb her. He put the key in his hand on the small table of the Buddhist hall and bowed to exit.
"Ah Fu, have all the courtyards been locked?"
"Reporting to the old lady, the old slave has personally locked all the courtyard doors, and none of them have been left open. It is already getting late, so the old lady should go to bed early."
"I'm always restless these days. It seems like something big happened. Liang'er went to Xiangzhou from Bianhuang. It's the time when King Zhongqin is in charge. There must be no mistake at home, otherwise it will mess up his mind.
Winning the emperor's favor is what Liang'er dreams of now. You can't make any mistakes at this juncture. You can tell me tomorrow and tell everyone in the Zhang family that they are not allowed to step out of the house from tomorrow on."
Zhang Fu felt a little sad after listening to the old lady's words. When the master was in Chang'an, the Zhang family was so prominent, with a bustling family, and a constant stream of high-ranking officials visiting. Who would have thought that the children of the Zhang family would not even dare to open the door today?
Taking the easy step, Yun Ye returned from the great victory in Liaodong. The life of the Zhang family became increasingly difficult. The nobles who used to come and go frequently now all regard the Zhang family as a plague. I heard that the marriage of the third young master has already been discussed.
All that was left was a piece of paperwork, but now, she never mentioned the matter. The old lady went to her house twice to prepare to renew the marriage, but she was unable to see her because her master was ill.
Only then did the old lady realize that her son was not the only one who offended Yun Ye, he had offended almost everyone in the noble family.
Zhang Fu held a lantern for the old lady and sent her back to the backyard. He watched the maid help the old lady into the room, and then left, preparing to go back to the servant's residence to sleep.
Living at the foot of Lishan Mountain is great, but at night, there are too many mosquitoes, attracting bats flying all over the sky, which is annoying. Now the yard is full of bats. Through the hazy light, you can even see the bats.
Ugly face.
When passing by the second door, he walked over and checked the lock. He was relieved to see that the door was locked very well. Suddenly he felt someone behind him. When he turned around, a bright sword struck him at an angle...
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Blood foam was pouring out of his throat. When he lay on his back, he saw countless men in black crossing the wall like bats and killing towards the inner courtyard. The tall courtyard wall could not stop them at all.
These people are very experienced and move quickly, but there is silence under their feet. There are two people in a room. They lift the latch of the door with a short knife. Without waiting for the frightened sounds of women and children, they raise the knife and drop it. Only one or two sounds of the steel knife cutting into the bones are heard.
The sound is no longer sound.
Zhang Judao, the third eldest son of Zhang Liang's family, was also a warrior on the battlefield. Just as the two men in black who had just entered his room were about to raise their swords, a quilt flew towards them. When they lifted the quilt, they heard a loud roar and a heavy sound.
The clothes hanger hit their heads horizontally, causing brains to fly everywhere.
Zhang Judao picked up the two long knives of the men in black and rushed out of the house with a roar. He saw many men in black swarming in. Looking at his own people who were all silent, he knew that the situation was already serious.
He slashed into the black-clothed crowd with his eyes wide open and brandished a long knife. The horse-riding skills developed in the battle formation made him invincible for a while, and blood and flesh flew everywhere where the long knife passed.
A man standing on the wall with five knives on his back looked at him coldly. When he saw him breaking through the crowd again and preparing to fight to the upper room, he jumped down from the wall and at the same time, the two long knives rotated with the sound of wind.
Then he flew towards Zhang Judao.
The long knife in Zhang Judao's hand slashed left and right before it touched the two knives. The third long knife was already in front of him. He decisively threw away the long knife and leaned down on the ground. The three knives flew out against his back.
Seeing an opportunity, the man in black stabbed it with the knife in his hand. Zhang Judao pulled a corpse and blocked it in front of him. The blade pierced the body and passed close to the throat. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the blade piercing the corpse, he let go.
He opened the body and grabbed the black man's ankle. Before he could get up, he had already lifted the man in black up, barely able to block the attack of other murderers.
Hearing the miserable howls of the Zhang family's women and children, Zhang Judao yelled and pounced on the leading man in black like a mad tiger. The man in black held two knives and slashed the man in black in his hand with a single slash.
Split into two pieces, Zhang Judao was poured with dirty blood and internal organs. Before he could retreat, he was hit by a knife in his ribs. He spun around to avoid it. There were constant stabs on his thighs, arms, back, and chest and abdomen.
He was stabbed, and by the time he fell to the ground, he had been stabbed an unknown number of times and was bleeding from all over his body.
Looking at the clear eyes of the man in black, Zhang Judao asked with difficulty: "Why?"
Without saying a word, the man in black stabbed his chest with a sharp knife.
The various sounds in the courtyard gradually became quieter and became silent. The leader of the men in black took out an iron piece from his arms and put it into Zhang Judao's hand. Then he waved his hand, and the remaining men in black used oilcloths.
Wrapping up the comrades who died in the battle, including the bodies that were split into half, he opened the courtyard door and left Zhang's house, walking under the moonlight and melting into the boundless darkness.
Cen Wenwen was in the study room reviewing the memorial that would be presented to the emperor tomorrow morning. It was not supposed to be so late, but the five Japanese students living at home were too eager to learn and even consulted him for two hours without stopping. This made him both
It is rare to see such students who feel both painful and relieved at the same time.
The Cen family lived in Chang'an City. The house was not big, and his wife and children were far away in Luoyang. Therefore, there were only four or five disciples, an old servant, and a cook at home. The Japanese students also stayed at home temporarily until they were found.
Once they find a suitable place to live, they will move out. Cen Wenwen is very satisfied with these hard-working and hard-working students.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and Cen Wenwen called out and came in. He saw the Japanese student named Babeizhongma coming in with a teapot, gave him a gift, replaced the cold tea on the table, and bowed.
He bowed and headed out with herbal tea in hand.
"Growing hemp, you don't have to do these things in the future. Just let Lao Du do it. It's not easy for you to cross the sea to study. Focus more on your studies. Sir, you're not too old to move yet."
Zhong Ma knelt down and kowtowed and said, "Don't all students of the Tang Dynasty say that once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. It is our sin that we cannot sleep peacefully because of our husband. We should serve him."
Zeng Wenwen was about to speak when he saw a man in black running into the study. When he saw Zeng Wenwen, he chopped off his pocket with a knife. Zhongma, who had just stood up, screamed and threw himself on Zeng Wenwen.
His back was hit hard by a knife. Zhong Ma pushed Zeng Wenwen down. Before the man in black could raise his knife again, he hugged him around the waist and pushed the man in black out of the study. The man in black's knife could not reach Zeng Ma. Qu
He raised his arms and hit Zhong Ma's back with elbow after elbow. Blood spattered for a moment. Zhong Ma still didn't say a word and tried his best to push the man in black out of the study. He threw himself weakly on the threshold, holding the assassin in his arms.
Don't let go of one leg.
The man in black raised his long knife and prepared to cut off Zhong Ma's arm holding his leg, but he heard Lao Du shouting "catch the assassin" in the yard. The man in black was startled and stabbed Zhong Ma in the shoulder with his knife.
Seeing that he let go of her, she hurriedly ran towards the yard without having time to kill.
Cen Wenwen's disciples all ran out, and the Japanese disciples rushed towards the man in black, trying to catch the assassin. Unexpectedly, the man in black became ferocious and cut off the head of a Japanese student, and then
He chopped down a Japanese student, jumped up to the wall, and threw his long knife out when he reached the wall. He wanted to stab Zeng Wenwen to death, who was holding his hemp in his arms and grieving. Lao Du rounded the pole and knocked the long knife away.
Knife, the man in black jumped off the wall and disappeared.
There was a chaotic sound of gongs on the street, and the night watchman Wu Hou was like a frightened donkey, scurrying around. When they opened the door and rushed into the Cen family, the Cen family was already in mourning, with hemp on their backs.
The injury was very serious. If you sprinkle the golden sore medicine on it, it will be washed away by the blood. Cen Wenwen looked at the dying Zhongma, then looked at the bone-deep scars of another Japanese student, and finally picked up the beheaded Japanese student.
The head of the man was beating his chest and looking up to the sky and screaming.
Chang'an City immediately began searching for the murderer. The murderer appeared and disappeared, and finally disappeared into the pear garden in Xinghuafang, without a trace again.
At the fourth watch, the moon seemed not to be able to bear to watch these scenes of human tragedy, and disappeared into the clouds. Soon a drizzle began to fall. On the dark official road, two fast horses galloped towards them, and were caught by the city gate official.
After beating up the city wall with a hanging basket, they changed horses and ran one horse to the imperial city and the other to Zhang Liang's home in Chang'an City.
At the same time, a small speedboat filled its sails and sailed down the river faster than a galloping horse. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)