In the palace, Wang Shou stood quietly outside the palace, and the servants on both sides lowered their eyebrows. No one dared to look at the emperor's watchdog.
A chamberlain came out. He was very thin, and his eyes were reddish. He raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Shou, and said calmly: "Come in."
Wang Shou followed him silently.
As soon as he stepped into the palace, Wang Shou said softly: "Does Han Shitou from the Ministry of Internal Affairs also wear old shoes?"
The chamberlain in front is Han Shitou, the boss of the chamberlain department. He has a high status and is wearing a pair of old shoes, which is quite inconsistent with his status.
Han Shitou went in indifferently.
Wang Shou looked at his back and sneered in his heart. Both of them were the emperor's dogs. The difference was that he was a watchdog, while Han Shitou was the emperor's dog.
Who wants to be a watchdog?
Wang Shou!
He raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor on the throne, his eyes filled with enthusiasm, and then he saluted, "I have seen your majesty."
The emperor looked into the void in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.
Wang Shou said: "Your Majesty, Yan Cheng has submitted another letter..."
The emperor still looked into space with an indifferent expression.
Wang Shou glanced at Han Shitou before lowering his head.
Han Shitou stood calmly at his head, looking at his nose and his eyes, looking like a statue of a god, but a little thin.
At some point, the emperor withdrew his gaze towards the void and said, "Go."
Wang Shou raised his head and said, "I understand."
He was the emperor's confidant when he was hiding in his residence. He understood the meaning of the emperor's words that were incomprehensible to outsiders.
Wang Shou resigned, and Han Shitou sent him out.
Outside the palace, Wang Shou turned around and looked at Han Shitou with his lonely right eye.
The two looked at each other in silence.
Wang Shou suddenly smiled and said, "We haven't been able to figure out your details. Let's have a drink someday?"
Han Shitou turned around and went in.
Wang Shou shook his head slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
…
Yan Cheng was writing furiously in the check-in room.
Occasionally he raised his head and looked into the void, with a look of longing in his eyes.
…
At the same time, Yang Xuan heard Jiuniang's wonderful voice for the first time in the brothel.
"Lonely pillowed and cold, I often have good dreams. I have doubts about them and suddenly doubt the truth. I know that good dreams are useless, but I still want to be the person in your dreams."
Jiuniang's singing voice on the stage was moving, and her interpretation of a love poem was so moving.
Zhao Sanfu turned around excitedly, "How?"
Yang Xuan looked calm, "Not bad."
Zhao Sanfu was stunned for a moment, "You actually think it's ordinary?"
I have listened to a lot of songs, some ancient style, some rock...
As soon as Yang Xuan thought about it, he thought of Suzaku in his arms.
Jiuniang suddenly covered her face with her sleeves as a sign of resignation. The audience suddenly became noisy.
"Jiuniang, I'll pay you 100,000 yuan!"
A man in fine clothes shouted like he was crazy.
One hundred thousand dollars. How nice would it be if I had one hundred thousand dollars?
Yang Xuan glanced at the man enviously, and then said: "Go back."
Zhao Sanfu sighed: "It's a pity that I can't smell Jiuniang's body fragrance, otherwise I would rather live for ten days. Eh!"
Zhao Sanfu suddenly burst into laughter, and then shouted: "Jiuniang, I have a poem..."
Jiuniang is an artist but not a person. The only way to win her heart is through talent. At this moment, several men were reciting their own poems loudly.
Yang Xuan looked at Zhao Sanfu's eager look and knew what he wanted to do, so he nodded and told him to do whatever he wanted.
Zhao Sanfu said loudly: "Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately."
The sound at the scene suddenly dropped. Jiuniang, who was about to turn around on the stage, stopped and looked at Zhao Sanfu in surprise.
Zhao Sanfu said proudly: "Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there have been constant wars, and the people of the Tang Dynasty are also proud to join the army and fight. Frontier poems flourished during this period, but there have been few famous works over the years.
As soon as this frontier poem came out, it had an almost deafening effect.
Yang Xuan whispered: "Don't mention me!"
He stepped back on the spot, glanced at Jiuniang, then at the crowd, and then disappeared into the crowd.
After leaving the crowd, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a little empty.
He walked out of the brothel, and it was deserted outside, which made him feel even more lonely.
Snap!
Someone tapped him hard on the shoulder.
Yang Xuan turned around, but it was Zhao Sanfu.
"Jiu Niang didn't pay attention to you?" Yang Xuan was curious. He knew the power of this poem. Not to mention Jiu Niang, even Shi Niang had to kneel down.
Zhao Sanfu said boldly: "When can't a woman get close to you?"
The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
"Go drink!"
They walked shoulder to shoulder and went to a remote wine shop. Zhao Sanfu boasted about how comfortable he was in the entertainment scene, while Yang Xuan just listened quietly.
The wine shop was full of peddlers and lackeys, shouting loudly and shouting curses; the smell of wine and food was mixed with the stench of sweat and feet; the shopkeeper stood behind the counter and took a nap... Zhao Sanfu opposite was bragging about his brilliant 'achievements'.
Yang Xuan occasionally looked outside, thinking how great it would be if Yang Lue suddenly walked in?
That rebel!
Am I the son of a rebel?
Yang Xuan felt that there was a 90% chance that he was Yang Lue's son. But he was curious, if so, why Yang Lue left him in Xiaohe Village instead of taking him with him.
Could it be that Yang Lue has found a woman again, and that woman is so domineering that he dare not take me there?
Yang Lue felt that this possibility was not small, so his slightly sour mentality was comforted.
Later, the two of them left the wine shop and looked at the sun. Yang Xuan felt as if he was in another world.
"go back!"
Zhao Sanfu wanted to go back to the mirror. He hooked Yang Xuan's shoulder and said seriously: "You don't even know the past of the Tang Dynasty. You will be laughed at in the future. I have a few books there. You can take them back and read them."
"
Naturally, someone like Zhao Sanfu, who was waiting to lick blood at the edge of a knife, could not bring a history book with him. The only possibility was that it was specially prepared for Yang Xuan.
The two of them went to the imperial city together.
But when they saw the gate of the imperial city, they also saw a group of people.
A group of people silently surrounded the city gate.
"have a look."
Zhao Sanfu took the lead and squeezed in.
Someone turned back dissatisfied and said, "Squeeze Ni Niang!"
Zhao Sanfu raised his eyes and raised his badge. The man was frightened and said, "It's the stake on the mirror stand!"
For the five surnames of the family, the mirror is the emperor's watchdog, but for others, it is a life-threatening talisman.
The two of them squeezed their way to the front by taking advantage of the reputation of being on the stage.
Yan Cheng stood there, facing the gate of the imperial city.
Many civil servants would wear a horizontal sword when they had nothing to do to show their bravery, but they would not do so when they were in office. But Yan Cheng was wearing a horizontal sword at this moment.
More than ten sergeants guarding the gate in front were on guard.
"Put down the knife!"
There was a person in front of him who was familiar to Yang Xuan, Lieutenant General Han of Jinwu Guard. At this moment, Lieutenant General Han looked nervous and pointed at Yan Cheng and scolded him.
The Jinwu Guards were responsible for the security of Chang'an. If Yan Cheng shouted something treasonous while holding a knife, Vice General Han could wipe his neck in advance.
Yan Cheng stood there, his official uniform rustling in the wind.
Yang Xuan didn't know what he wanted to do, so Zhao Sanfu found an acquaintance and asked, "Yancheng, why is this happening?"
The man said: "Yan Cheng was beaten back when he submitted a letter, and the superior officer told him to go home and rest. He would then go back to the local government and serve as an official."
This is similar to exile.
Is Yan Cheng angry?
Yang Xuan thought it was okay, at least he still had the possibility of making a comeback.
Behind the crowd, He Huan was surrounded by a group of people and sneered: "What does he want to do? Say goodbye to the emperor?"
Yan Cheng walked forward slowly.
Vice General Han looked ugly and said, "Stop!"
Yan Cheng said calmly: "I will not enter the imperial city."
It's not a violation if you don't go in.
Lieutenant General Han watched him approach the city gate, a thought came up, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.
He was about to ask someone to hold Yan Cheng back, but Yan Cheng suddenly knelt down.
He knelt in front of the city gate and knocked on the city gate with his forehead.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The blood dripped on the ground, and the sound was as small as the sound of forehead hitting the city gate.
Yan Cheng raised his head, his face covered with blood, and shouted: "Your Majesty, there can only be one emperor in the Tang Dynasty."
He Huan in the back looked livid, "How dare this bitch slave compare us to emperors, come on."
As the staff approached behind him, He Huan narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Cheng, "Looking for someone who is not afraid of death..."
Yancheng is at Kouque!
Zhao Sanfu said in shock: "Since the beginning of historical records, there have been three incidents of knocking, all in the previous dynasty. This is the first time since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the first time..."
At this moment, Vice General Han just wanted to kill him and lead his men to lift Yancheng up.
"go out!"
The sergeants formed a human wall. This human wall was once impregnable in northern Xinjiang, but now it appeared in Chang'an, just to stop an official who was knocking on the door.
Yan Cheng turned around, walked forward unsteadily, and said slowly: "There will be no two days in the sky, and the five surnames of the family will be supreme and become the nameless emperor. How should the national policy be planned? Is it for the Tang Dynasty, or for the powerful? If things go on like this, the country will not be able to do so.
country……"
A tall man in rags stumbled towards him.
No one noticed that the big man was holding a short knife in his back hand.
Yan Cheng's brows became firmer and he raised his head and shouted: "If a family of five surnames does not fall, I will die with my eyes closed!"
Everyone was awestruck, knowing that this man had put his life at risk.
Zhao Sanfu praised: "Yan Cheng is such a good person. He is indeed someone I admire."
Yang Xuan also admires such a tough guy.
Zhao Sanfu said: "Those books were sent by someone from Yan Cheng. This person refused to go near the mirror because he felt dirty."
It's him?
The feeling of being cared for made Yang Xuan's heart warm.
Yan Cheng came slowly.
The big man stumbled and suddenly accelerated.
Someone shouted: "Be careful!"
Yan Cheng's face was covered with blood. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood line hanging in front of his eyes, and saw a face approaching with a sinister smile...
puff!
The short knife was inserted deeply into Yan Cheng's lower abdomen, pulled out, and then inserted again...
puff!
puff!
Yan Cheng looked at the big man blankly.
The big man finally pulled out his short sword, turned around and jumped, "Yes, he is the emperor, hahahaha! Yes, he is the emperor!"
Vice General Han was frightened by this series of events. Only now did he react and shouted: "Get the thief!"
The sergeants of Jinwu Guard were rushing towards them like crazy.
The big man jumped, put the short knife on his neck, and pulled hard. As blood spurted out, he glanced behind him.
Yang Xuan turned around and saw He Huan surrounded by people.
He looks back again.
Yan Cheng knelt down slowly, clutching his lower abdomen. The blood continued to flow, gathering into a pool of blood under his body. He twitched in pain, looked at the crowd blankly, and his lips wriggled...
"This Tang Dynasty! What... should we do?"
………………………………
Ps: The poem "Gu Zhenhan" in this chapter comes from the Ming Dynasty: Wang Wei.
