Li Siye felt a little lonely when he returned home alone. Li Meier staying by his side would give him some goals and some worries. Suddenly he was alone and he didn't know what to do.
Chang'an City is crowded with people in the evening. Due to the curfew, this time period is the peak of the flow of people. There are horse-drawn carriages on the streets, and officials on horseback shuttle back and forth. There are also sellers carrying burdens and selling goods back and forth in various shops, with smiles on their faces.
He looked a little tired, but when he lowered his head and saw the children following him, he showed a satisfied smile. Perhaps it was this warm human nature that made Li Siye feel that he was not alone.
He returned to the rented place in Xuanyangfang and just took out the key to open the door when he looked up and saw bloody characters written on the door: You will die without a burial place.
Li Siye was shocked at first, but luckily he didn't bring Li Mei'er back, otherwise seeing such a bloody thing would definitely cast a shadow on her young mind.
He raised his hand to touch the blood painted with fonts. Although it had dried, it still felt cold and clammy, indicating that these people had not left for long after it was painted on.
He returned from the door to the alley, looked up and around, and saw an old owl on the dark swaying tree crown opposite. It fluttered its wings and flew to another roof. There were other eyes hidden in the darkness, which he couldn't see.
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When he was being followed this afternoon, he didn't feel very angry, but now he felt a fire burning in his chest. They threatened to take his life, and he had to fight back. Otherwise, how would he gain a foothold in Chang'an City in the future?
He knew very well who was going to attack him. The so-called green onion pancake recipe in the West Market was not good enough. The only explanation was that although the prince-in-law officially gave up the pursuit, privately he refused to give up, so he could only use shady methods.
The means can only be explained this way for the time being.
He opened the courtyard door as if nothing had happened, fetched a bucket of water from the well in the center of the courtyard, then found a broom from the room, went to the courtyard door, and wiped out the blood-written words on the door in the moonlight.
He was just about to go home when the door of the courtyard next door rattled. Li Siye turned to look, but a woman wearing a plain skirt came out of the courtyard and took a look here.
Her eyebrows are very thick and narrow, her body is slender, her head is tied in a pony bun, and her long hair hangs down to her back, which is as dark as a waterfall at night. Her figure was not popular in the Tang Dynasty where fatness was considered a beauty.
She may be considered a beauty, but more than a thousand years later, she would be able to beat half of the beautiful internet celebrities.
After he moved here, he didn't interact much with his neighbors. He only knew that a merchant traveling on the Silk Road lived next to him. He only went home two or three times a year. There was a cook, two maids, and one who was over seventy years old.
The old housekeeper, and this charming lady in front of me.
Li Siye felt that it was impolite to look at her like this, so he bowed slightly and clasped his fists and said, "Li Siye has seen the lady."
The woman gently raised her sleeves to cover her mouth, then bowed her head and saluted, "My concubine, Mrs. Xu, has met Li Langjun."
"I came out to remind you that there were two sneaky people snooping in front of your house just now. You should go back first to see if your property is missing."
Li Siye spread his hands and smiled: "I don't have much property at home, and I have nothing to throw away. But I still want to thank you."
Madam Xu seemed very happy to receive Li Siye's heartfelt thanks. After bowing her head and giving two more salutes, she quietly moved back to her home.
Li Siye smiled calmly. This was the reason why he did not visit his neighbor's house. A woman stayed at home alone, and as a member of the opposite sex, she went to visit her. In the fields of melons and plums, others would only think that you had bad intentions.
He walked back to the courtyard, entered the east wing and closed the door. He spread out the bedding on the couch and lay down, covered with a quilt. He looked up at the holes in the paper on the square window. The moonlight shone in through the small holes.
, just projected on his chest, he was thinking about the problem.
If the prince-in-law wants to take his own life, the ruffians in Chang'an City will definitely flock to him. What should he do now, go to Zhang Xiaojing to discuss it? Zhang Xiaojing is probably at his wits' end. He must find a way to resolve this matter once and for all. Is it possible?
To take the initiative to seek refuge with the prince?
Although the prince had mentioned to him that he should come to work at home, he had not formally recruited him yet, and he could not go to others with all his troubles, as this would arouse the contempt of the people in the East Palace.
He thought about joining the cake during the day, and suddenly a new strategy came into his mind.
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Daozhengfang is located below the imperial city of Xingqing Palace. Most of the people living here are officials, and there are also some residences for ordinary people. The houses are all low-rise bungalows, and there are no luxurious and stately mansions. This is because they are far away from the emperor.
The dragon was so close that Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty could see who was rich and luxurious in the square just by standing on the tower of Xingqing Palace.
Feng Dalun, the head of the ninth-rank Yu Department of the Ministry of Industry, lived in this house. When he returned to the house in an ink cart, the housekeeper hurriedly greeted him and said, "Alang is back."
Feng Dalun nodded and got out of the car. He returned to the hall and changed out of his official uniform. He put on a crimson robe and came to the main hall. He sat on the bed and asked the housekeeper: "Are Scarface and the others back?"
The butler had a strange look on his face and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Alang, you'd better go and see for yourself."
Feng Dalun's face gradually darkened. He quickly walked out of the main hall and came to the wing in the backyard. This wing looked unremarkable on the outside, but there was a cave inside. A large space was dug out of the ground of the wing.
After Feng Dalun entered the door, he walked down the steps. The interior was surrounded by columns and brackets and cornices. It was not less luxurious because it was not exposed to the sun. There were six glazed chandeliers hanging on the caisson. The light from the oil lamps was refracted by the glazed glass, making the hall even more luxurious.
There is a strange smoothness inside.
Feng Dalun frowned while holding on to the sandalwood stairs. There were water stains on the Persian carpet in his hall. This was a treasure purchased from the Western Regions.
He also noticed the dozen or so wet-clothed people standing in the center of the hall. All of them had disheveled hair, with drops of water dripping from their locks. Their faces were blue and white after being soaked in the water, like a group of people who had just been dragged into the water.
ghost.
"what happened?"
Feng Dalun turned to ask the housekeeper. One of the water ghosts walked out dragging his tattered clothes and pulled the messy hair behind his face, revealing his scarred face.
"Boss, we caught up with Li Siye, but we didn't expect that he was so skilled that he knocked us all down and threw us into the Yong'an Canal. We were really careless, and we didn't know that he... was actually... capable of martial arts."
After Scarface said this, he quickly hid back among the crowd, so that he was no longer responsible for it.
Feng Dalun rubbed his headache-ridden head. The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, pulling the wings of his nose and ears, as if there was a snake scurrying under his face.
He snorted heavily before walking down the stairs, staring at everyone and asking: "Warriors? How many people are there in Chang'an City who compete in martial arts? Scarface, you can't do it! You can't even handle this little thing."
He is just a lowly man who comes to Chang'an City to perform as an entertainer, and he can't handle so many people! How can I maintain Feng Dalun's face!"
Feng Dalun suddenly glanced at a group of them, and there were two people wearing dry clothes, Ma Lian and another person.
He was somewhat relieved that these two people were doing well and were not thrown into the water.
"Ma Lian, who else is that? What happened to you two? Did you fight with that Li Siye and let him run away?"
Ma Lian took the initiative to stand up. He wanted to say that he fought with Li Siye for 300 rounds, with neither side winning or losing. Li Siye was injured and escaped. But other people who fell into the water were standing nearby, and he did not dare to lie in front of them and take credit, so he had to
He crossed his hands and said, "Ma Lian is missing. I didn't see Li Siye at all. It was just a wasted trip."
Feng Dalun snorted, he knew it was like this, it was all useless snacks.
"But, boss." Ma Lian said, "I went to Li Siye's house and painted words on his door with the blood of a black dog, telling him that he would die without a burial place."
"Frighten the enemy!" Feng Dalun was furious. He turned around and pointed at him angrily and cursed: "What I want is for this person to die! What's the point of just scaring him!"
He walked around the hall, and after thinking for a while, he turned back and pointed at them and said: "If you can't beat them, bring more people. Evil tigers are also afraid of wolves. I'll give you two more days. I'll want the bodies within two days."
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The villains nodded obediently, and Feng Dalun ordered the housekeeper: "Let them change their clothes. It is already the curfew and it is inconvenient to go out. They will all sleep in the mansion tonight and go back to work tomorrow."