Youzheng, it's time for the Imperial Guard to change their shifts.
A group of young men were changing clothes in the check-in room and discussing where to kill time later.
Most of their ancestors followed the late emperor to conquer the country. Most of their families had noble titles. They were true lords. They did not have to support their families and lived happily.
After the shift every day, groups of people went to the night market to eat and drink, and asked the two flower girls to sing songs, which made them very happy.
Just as he was talking, Di Fan came in.
"Where are you going at night?" He took off his armor and asked casually.
One of them replied: "They haven't decided yet. Boss, do you think Tianyin Pavilion or Mingxia Courtyard is better?"
Tianyin Pavilion and Mingxia Courtyard, the former is a place for listening to music, and the latter has the best dancers in the capital.
Di Fan smiled and said: "Those girls from Tianyin Pavilion are used to putting on airs, but Mingxia Courtyard is better."
He had a harmonious relationship with his subordinates and was very popular among the people. Someone immediately responded: "Yes, yes, yes! There are many bitter people in Tianyin Pavilion, and they may criticize us again, saying that we are uncivilized."
Regardless of which dynasty or generation there is, there is some discord between civil and military officials. What these military officers hate most are those scholars who are always in trouble.
"Since the boss said so, let's go to Mingxia Courtyard!"
Di Fan glanced at them and said, "Where are Lao Chang and Sheng Qi? Call them together! There's been a lot going on lately, so I'd like to ask everyone to relax."
The Forbidden Army young men in the room started to shout: "Boss is treating us, how can we not go? Come on, come on, call Lao Chang and Sheng Qi back, they have only been out for a while."
So, a group of people called their friends and went to Mingxia Courtyard arm in arm.
Di Fan counted and saw that none of the squad leaders were left behind, so he followed them slowly.
When we arrived at Mingxia Courtyard, the lights were brightly lit and the banquet was about to begin.
A group of young Forbidden Army men not only occupied the seats, but also occupied several tables in the lobby.
While enjoying dancing and listening to music, they tasted all kinds of delicious food, and then bragging and punching each other until Wu o'clock.
Di Fan drank a little wine, and seeing that the time was almost up, his confidant hurriedly came in from outside.
"Boss!" This man shouted without hiding anything, and the nearby imperial guards heard it and looked over.
Seeing him sweating profusely and panting, Di Fan was very satisfied, but his expression was very surprised: "Li Daming, what are you doing? I wanted to ask you to drink just now, but no one saw you."
Li Daming didn't even bother to wipe off his sweat. He walked over quickly and whispered a few words in his ear.
The Imperial Guards saw that Di Fan's face suddenly turned ugly, and they shouted: "Stop drinking, everyone follow me!"
The captain at the same table with him came over and asked: "Boss, what happened? Everything is fine..."
Di Fan lowered his voice: "Li Daming and another group of brothers went out drinking and were bullied."
"What?" everyone yelled, "How dare you bully us? We are so impatient!"
Di Fan stretched out his hand and pressed it down, and said in a deep voice: "We must recover from this situation, otherwise our branch will have no face in the future? However, we are the Forbidden Army, and the cause of trouble is the loss of the Holy Emperor's face. The punishment will be heavier, and we will all be given
I'll restrain myself and don't let others know."
"That's what the boss said."
Di Fan waved his hand: "Let's go!"
A group of young men left in a huff, one by one walking in the wind, ready to fight.
Di Fan led them back to the check-in room, put on inner armor, still wore regular clothes, but also put on weapons, and went straight to the place where Li Daming said the trouble occurred.
In such an atmosphere, no one could say anything unreasonable, and the Imperial Guards who were nearby were even called back, forming a group of several hundred people.
Only when they arrived at the location did they realize something was wrong.
The rioters were not seen, but there were quite a few officials.
Jiang Wenfeng saw Di Fan coming to report and nodded: "Let's get started."
Only then did the Imperial Guards realize that they had another mission.
Di Fan called them together to talk: "It's not me, Di Fan, who deceived my brothers today. It's just because the matter involves life and is of great importance, I have to take this step. Brothers, please follow me and handle this mission well."
, if there is a reward afterwards, I will not take any money to compensate you brothers!"
The Imperial Guards looked at each other, but after hearing his sincere words, they could not feel any resentment.
A captain who had a very good relationship with him said loudly: "Boss, you are also following orders. How can you not be considerate as a brother? Whatever you want us to do, just say it!"
Someone took the lead, and the team quickly echoed.
"Yes! Even the reward was given to us, so there's nothing to say!"
"What errands are you going to do? Boss, please speak up!"
In this kind of atmosphere, even a few people who have their own thoughts say other things.
Di Fan smiled: "Okay! Thank you brothers! Come with me!"
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A carriage was parked in a secluded place.
Mingwei held the map in his hand and clicked: "Secure these entrances and catch them one by one, and then you can catch them all."
Yang Shu looked at the groups of officers and soldiers leaving in batches, and told Ah Xuan: "Let's leave too!"
Ah Xuan, who was driving outside, agreed, and the carriage drove forward smoothly.
This night is destined not to be peaceful.
Ji Xiaowu drank wine restlessly, listening to the incense owner praise Qi Ping.
He raised his head and looked at the woman in the seat.
One was Gui Niang, who would drink with them from time to time and chime in with a smile.
The other two were in sharp contrast to her. Let alone the waiters, they were trembling even as they sat.
He has never met Wen Ying, but he recognizes Wei Xiaoan.
When Wei Xiaoan was sent here dressed up, his eyes widened when he saw him.
They had met before on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day.
Ji Xiaowu looked calm, as if he didn't recognize her at all.
Wei Xiaoan was not sure whether he had seen it wrong, so he kept looking at him.
She was walking like this, even Qi Ping noticed it.
He frowned and asked, "Why do you look at Mr. Guo so often?"
Wei Xiaoan opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Seeing that something was wrong, Gui Niang said with a smile: "Palace Master Qi, as the saying goes, sisters love to be pretty. I think this sister saw that Young Master Guo was born well, so she couldn't help but look at him more."
Qi Ping laughed: "So, drinking flower wine with Brother Guo is really a tragedy. Gui Niang, do you love him too or not me?"
Gui Niang pursed her lips and smiled: "What did Hall Master Qi say? Mr. Guo is handsome and elegant, while the Hall Master is brave and brave. Some people like to be pretty, and naturally there are also people who like the Hall Master's masculinity."
"You can still talk!" Qi Ping nodded at her.
Guiniang smiled and poured wine for him. Unexpectedly, she knocked over the cup on her sleeve and spilled the wine all over Wei Xiaoan.
"Ah! I'm really sorry for this sister." Gui Niang hurriedly pulled her up, "Master, this sister's clothes are all wet. Can Gui Niang take her to change her clothes first? I've disturbed the elegance of several people.
Gui Niang will be fined with wine when she comes back."
Qi Ping was in a good mood, so he naturally agreed: "You said you would be fined with alcohol when you come back!"
Guiniang confessed again and again and led Wei Xiaoan into the inner room.
Wei Xiaoan lowered his head to straighten his wet skirt, but Gui Niang suddenly grabbed the hand in her sleeve.
"Sister, don't be impulsive." She lowered her voice and said every word.
The hand she held contained a thin hairpin hidden in the palm of her hand.