retaliate

Chapter 19
In the palace, Wang Shou stood quietly outside the palace, and the servants on both sides lowered their eyebrows to pleasing the eyes, and no one dared to look at the emperor's watchdog.

A servant came out, he was very thin, his eyes were slightly red, he looked up at Wang Shou, and said lightly, "Come in."

Wang Shou silently followed behind him.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, Wang Shou said softly, "Does Han Shishi from the Inner Minister also wear old shoes?"

The servant in front is Han Shitou, the boss of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He has a pair of old shoes under his feet, which is quite incompatible with his status.

Han Shitou went in indifferently.

Wang Shou looked at his back and sneered in his heart.Both of them are the emperor's dog, the difference is that he is a watchdog, and Han Shitou is the dog beside the emperor.

Who wants to be a watchdog?
Wang Shou!

He raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor on the throne, and his eyes became more enthusiastic, and then he saluted, "This servant has seen Your Majesty."

The emperor looked at the void in silence, wondering what he was thinking.

Wang Shou said: "Your Majesty, Yan Cheng is writing again..."

The emperor still looked at the void with an indifferent expression.

Wang Shou lowered his head and glanced at Han Shitou.

Han Shitou stood calmly at the bottom, looking at his nose and heart, like a god, but a little thin.

I don't know when, the emperor withdrew his gaze towards the void and said, "Go."

Wang Shou raised his head, "This servant understands."

He was the emperor's confidant when he was sneaking into the mansion. The emperor's outsider heard something inexplicable, but he understood the meaning.

Wang Shou resigned, and Han Shitou sent him out.

Outside the hall, Wang Shou turned his head and looked at Han Shitou with his lonely right eye.

The two looked at each other silently.

Wang Shou suddenly smiled, "We haven't been able to figure out your details, so why don't we have a drink another day?"

Han Shishi turned around and went in.

Wang Shou shook his head slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

……

Yan Cheng was writing hard in the duty room.

Occasionally raised his head, he also looked at 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.

"I sleep in a cold place and have a lot of dreams, and I have several doubts and suddenly I suspect it is true. It is useless to know good dreams, and I still want to be the person in your dreams."

Jiuniang on the stage has a moving voice, and the interpretation of a love poem is very moving.

Zhao Sanfu turned back excitedly, "How?"

Yang Xuan looked calm, "Not bad."

Zhao Sanfu was stunned, "Do you think it's normal?"

I've listened to a lot of songs, what kind of ancient style, what kind of rock...

As soon as Yang Xuan thought about it, he thought of Suzaku in his arms.

Jiu Niang on the stage suddenly covered her face with her sleeves, which was meant to retire.The audience suddenly became noisy.

"Jiuniang, I'll give you [-] yuan!"

A man in Chinese clothes shouted like crazy.

One hundred thousand dollars, what if I had one hundred thousand dollars?

Yang Xuan looked at the man enviously, and then said, "Go back."

Zhao Sanfu sighed: "It's a pity that I can't take a sip of Jiuniang's body fragrance, otherwise I would be willing to live ten days short. Hey!"

Zhao Sanfu suddenly burst, and then shouted: "Juniang, I have a poem..."

Jiuniang is not selling herself, and the only way to win her heart is talent.At this moment, several men were reciting their poems aloud.

Yang Xuan looked at Zhao Sanfu's eager appearance, knew what he wanted to do, and nodded, signaling him to be casual.

Zhao Sanfu said loudly, "The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, urge you immediately."

The voice at the scene suddenly dropped, and Jiuniang, who was just about to turn around on the stage, stopped and looked at Zhao Sanfu in surprise.

Zhao Sanfu said triumphantly, "Lie drunk on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times."

Datang has been fighting continuously since the founding of the country, and the people of Datang are also proud of joining the army.Frontier poems flourished during this period, but few famous ones over the years.

And when this frontier poem came out, it was almost a deafening effect.

Yang Xuan whispered: "Don't mention me!"

He stepped back in place, his eyes swept across Jiuniang, then across the crowd, and then he disappeared in the crowd.

Out of the crowd, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a little empty.

When he walked out of the brothel, it was empty at the moment, which added to the sense of loneliness.

Snapped!
Someone tapped him on the shoulder heavily.

Yang Xuan turned around, but it was Zhao Sanfu.

"Jiuniang ignored you?" Yang Xuan was very curious.He knew the power of this poem, not to mention Jiu Niang, Shi Niang had to kneel.

Zhao Sanfu said boldly: "When can women not get close?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Go for a drink!"

They went to find a remote wine shop, Zhao Sanfu brazenly boasted that he was like a duck to water in the entertainment venue, Yang Xuan just listened quietly.

The wine shop is full of merchants and pawns, shouting loudly and scolding casually; the smell of wine and vegetables is mixed with the smell of sweat and feet, and the shopkeeper stands behind the counter and dozes off... Zhao Sanfu, who is opposite, is bragging about his brilliant 'record'.

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 he was [-]% likely to be Yang Lue's son.But he was curious. If so, why did Yang Lue leave him in Xiaohe Village instead of taking him with him.

Could it be that Yang Lue has found another woman again, that woman is domineering, and he dare not take me there?
Yang Lue felt that this possibility was not small, so the slightly sour mentality was comforted.

Later, the two of them went out of the wine shop, looking at the sun, Yang Xuan felt as if they were separated from each other.

"go back!"

Zhao Sanfu wanted to go back to the mirror stage, he hooked Yang Xuan's shoulder, and said very seriously: "You don't even know about the history of the Tang Dynasty, and you will be laughed at in the future. I have a few books there, you can take them back and read. "

It is naturally impossible for people like Zhao Sanfu who lick blood at the edge of the knife to bring a history book, the only possibility is that they are specially prepared for Yang Xuan.

The two went all the way to the Imperial City.

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 to squeeze in.

Someone turned back in dissatisfaction, "Squeeze Ni Niang!"

Zhao Sanfu raised his eyes and raised his waist card, the man panicked, "It's the stake of the mirror stage!"

For a family of five, the mirror is the emperor's watchdog, but for others it is a reminder.

The two squeezed to the front by the fierce name of the mirror stage.

Yancheng stood there, facing the gate of the imperial city.

Many civil servants would wear a horizontal sword when they were free to show their bravery, but they did not when they were in the yamen.But Yan Cheng was wearing a horizontal sword at the moment.

More than a dozen sergeants guarding the gate in front were on guard.

"Put down the knife!"

There is a person in front of Yang Xuan who is familiar with him, Lieutenant General Han of Jinwuwei.At this moment, Vice-General Han pointed at Yan Cheng nervously and scolded him.

Jin Wuwei is in charge of the security of Chang'an. If Yan Cheng shouted a few rebellious words with a knife, Lieutenant General Han could wipe his neck in advance.

Yan Cheng stood there, his official uniforms squeaked by the wind.

Yang Xuan didn't know what he wanted to do, Zhao Sanfu found an acquaintance and asked, "Why is this Yancheng?"

The man said: "Yancheng Shangshu was beaten back earlier, Shangguan said, let him go home and rest. Go back to the local government."

This is similar to exile.

Is Yan Cheng angry?
Yang Xuan felt that 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? Farewell to the emperor?"

Yan Cheng slowly walked forward.

Vice Admiral Han looked ugly, "Stop!"

Yan Cheng said calmly, "This old man does not enter the imperial city."

Not going in is not a violation.

Vice Admiral Han watched him approach the city gate, a thought arose, and he couldn't help feeling chills in his heart.

He just wanted to call someone to hold Yan Cheng, but Yan Cheng knelt down suddenly.

He knelt in front of the city gate and knocked on the gate with his forehead.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The blood dripped on the ground, and the sound was very small, as small as the sound of the forehead hitting the city gate.

Yan Cheng raised his head with blood all over his face. He shouted, "Your Majesty, there can only be one emperor in the Tang Dynasty."

Behind He Huan's face was ashen, "How dare this bitch like me to be an emperor, come here."

The staff behind him approached, and He Huan squinted at Yan Cheng, "Look for someone who is not afraid of death..."

Yancheng is knocking on the Que!
Zhao Sanfu said in shock: "Since there are historical records, there have been three koques, all in the previous dynasty. This is the first time since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the first time..."

Vice-General Han just wanted to kill him at the moment, and personally led someone to erect Yancheng.

"go out!"

The sergeants formed a human wall. This human wall was once indestructible in the northern border, but now it has appeared in Chang'an, just to stop an official who was knocking out.

Yan Cheng turned around, walked staggeringly forward, and said slowly: "There are only two days in the sky, and a family of five surnames is high above, and they are unknown emperors. How should the national policy be planned? Is it for the Tang Dynasty, or for the powerful? country……"

A big man in rags stumbled towards him.

No one noticed that the big man was holding a short knife in his backhand.

Yan Cheng's brows became more determined, and he raised his head and shouted, "Five surnames in a family can't fall, and this minister can't close his eyes!"

Everyone was stunned, knowing that this person had already put their lives aside.

Zhao Sanfu praised: "What a good Yancheng, worthy of my admiration."

Yang Xuan also admires such hard bones.

Zhao Sanfu said, "Those books were sent by someone from Yancheng. This person refused to go near the mirror stage, and felt dirty."

Is it him?

A feeling of being cared for by others warmed Yang Xuan's heart.

Yan Cheng came slowly.

The big man stumbled and accelerated suddenly.

Someone shouted: "Be careful!"

Yan Cheng's face was covered in blood, he reached out and wiped a blood line that fell in front of his eyes, and saw a face approaching with a smirk...

puff!
The short knife was deeply inserted into Yan Cheng's lower abdomen, pulled out, and stabbed in again...

puff!
puff!
Yan Cheng stared blankly at the big man.

The big man finally pulled out his short knife, turned around and jumped, "Yeye is the emperor, hahahaha! Yeye is the emperor!"

Deputy General Han was frightened by this series of changes, and only at this moment did he react and shouted: "Take the thief!"

The sergeant of Jinwuwei is rushing frantically.

The big man jumped, put the short knife on his neck, and pulled it hard.With blood gushing out, he glanced behind him.

Yang Xuan turned around and saw He Huan surrounded by people.

He turned back again.

Yan Cheng knelt down slowly, clutching his lower abdomen, the blood continued to flow, pooling into a pool of blood under him.He twitched in pain, staring blankly at the crowd, his lips wriggling...

"This Great Tang! What should I do?"

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Ps: The poem 'Lonely Pillow Cold' in this chapter is from the Ming Dynasty: Wang Wei.

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