Nightfall

Ning Que remembered that when the Academy's admission test list last year ... Xiao Sangsang also stared at Xie Sangong and stayed awake, only to realize that the girl was like a mortal with a heavy skin just like herself. But why has she never looked at herself? That's naturally because his skin is so ordinary. Well, to this section, he looked at her melancholy and said, "A long-looking man ... It's not easy to use his brain, like the Longqing prince."

Sang Sang put the little black face on his thin arms and said, "Master, I want to see how his face was born, why it is so beautiful, and I don't know which fat powder he used. Chen Jinji is still Yuzhiyuan, alas ... if there is a chance to take a closer look, how good it would be, if he could touch his eyebrows, it would be even better. "

Ning Que looked at her fascinatingly, and suddenly all these years, besides the housework, her little maid seemed to have no hobby, and she felt a pity in her heart. After a moment of silence, she smiled and said: "Prince Longqing You are going to the second floor of the academy. If you want to see him up close, then I will take you there. By the way, you can cheer for me or something. "

"Okay!" Sang Sang clasped his palms and straightened up, then looked at Ning Que's face very seriously and said rightfully: "But that day I must be dedicated to cheering for the young master, just by the way. he."

"It's about the same, good."

Ning Que smiled and rubbed her head, and then walked back to the house with her hands behind her back. She thought that whether it was for her own life or the dream of a little maid, she had to climb to the second floor.

It was another spring, with catkins floating in the sky, floating in the water wells of Fang City, floating in the quiet and luxurious mansion of Nancheng, floating in the lively Suzaku Street, floating in the high vermillion palace walls, and naughtyly picked at the tip of the eaves beast , And then gently fell to the ground, sticking the wet floor of the laundry to a thin felt.

"The forehead is wrong, the forehead is really wrong. If your forehead was asked last year, the forehead can be as big as a little bit, and should be directly down. It will not be like looking at a mountain of Baoshan at both ends of the mouse like now, but dare not dare. Reach out.

The rich accent of Hebei Road echoed in the willow catkins, and the fat Chu Tang, deputy commander of the Tang Dynasty, the adult Xu Chongshan, stood under the side of the temple bar with his hands in his sleeves and watched the colors of joy and pride coming out of the Yushufang The ministers, looking at the copybooks with their hands as if the treasure was awesome, the disdain and contempt in their eyes gradually turned into the sour regrets of missing their first love in their hometown. "

You said that a big boss, why do you have to learn what kind of thoughts those ministers play? This is good, is it fun? The pain of hitting the back of my foot is now more like your majesty, the greater the troubles in this matter, the more I dare not admit that I was cheating your majesty at that time, this is really a mistake, look wrong. "

The eunuch, Lu Ji, raised his head and glanced at the commander ’s complexion, lowering his voice and suggesting, "Sir, we have watched this for several months. Even if Ning Que is deeper, he will be dug out by the court one day. Not only did our crime of bullying the monk come to fruition, but our guards did not benefit at all, otherwise we ... simply gamble? "

How to gamble? Xu Chongshan glanced coldly at his nose and said: "Your Majesty likes it, the Queen's mother likes it. Those ministers don't know whether they really like it or not. But in short, His Majesty has been disappointed for so long, and finally we have kept him for so long All disappointments and likes will turn into anger towards you and me. At that time, it wouldn't be any trouble to lack the kid, but you or me will bear the responsibility? "

Speaking of serious business, the accent of the Deputy Chieftain of Hebei Road has faded a lot, and I ’m not talking about it. Where did Luji dare to answer the question, his eyes turned round, and I thought that if there was a day, it would be My little eunuch, this thing ... I have to think about finding a way out.

"Lu Ji ... you said that in addition to the queen's lady, who does your majesty most trust in the palace?" Xu Chongshan suddenly said.

Lu Ji was amazed, knowing that the deputy commander had already seen through his thoughts, bowed his body with a sad face, and thought for a long time, he tried to say: "Master Master?"

"I don't care what you do about this matter, but in short, it must be done properly. Through the master of the National Teachers, let your majesty know who the person who wrote the picture is, but you have to remove the bodyguard from this matter."

Xu Chongshan said lightly, and then stepped up toward the palace gate.

Lu Ji received such a hot potato, where Ken would just watch the adults walk away, and followed him anxiously, whispering hurriedly, "Lord Master, it's easy to say, how to pick this?"

I'm going to pick it up, and let you think about it! "Xu Chongshan glanced back at him and said angrily:" The master of this command is busy with official duties every day, how can there be time to do these small things. ""

It's not a magic weapon, but it's just a broken book post. Why is there such a big noise? The Longqing prince was also in trouble, and actually had to work to lead the adults to send soldiers to Taohua Alley to suppress the pressure, but it was just a beautiful young man. Why was this big girl and daughter-in-law in Changan City crazy? "

Commanding the adult to go away with a sleeve, hearing the voice of his complaining nagging from the catkins: "The world is really chaotic!"

The peach blossoms in Peach Blossom Alley in Chang'an City have not yet bloomed, and the peach blossoms outside the Jingyuan Cemetery on the outskirts of the city have just produced countless pink bracts. The cemetery of Jingyuan is between Qinglin and Youshan, and those who are eligible to be buried here are basically figures such as Datang officials or wealthy businessmen. Now is the time to sweep the tomb. The cemetery is filled with wind-blown cigarettes, and paper money and ashes that have been warmed up are stacked in front of the fire net on the edge of the woodland.

A thin, tall middle-aged man in a gray robe stood at the height of the cemetery, quietly watching the movement below, waiting for the people in front of the stone grave to leave before slowly walking down.

Looking at the glorious curriculum vitae of Zhang Yiyi's birth and death year on the tombstone, the middle-aged man in gray robe was silent for a moment, and then walked to the tomb. The grass roots of the stubble are very close apart, but they are not in full contact.

Gray robe, thin, middle-aged, middle-aged, surnamed Lin Mingling, master of the northeast frontier of Datang, master of Dongxuan Realm, ordered by Xiahou, a general of the town army During the past six months of his death, he had seen many files of Sanchun's murder through the acquaintances of the military department. He went to the Chengdong Blacksmith Square and the small building on the lakeside of Chengnan for several times. As for Jingyuan Cemetery, it was the fourth time.

The latter two Chun ordered the Qin dossier, it was not without doubts, and it never caught the file of the real murderer, which was the biggest doubt in itself, but the master of the frontier did not have a place where these two dossiers could be connected now, and he It was a secret investigation by General Feng Xiahou. Before finding conclusive evidence, it was inconvenient to ventilate with the relevant government offices of the imperial court, and naturally did not get help from those government offices such as Chang'an.

As for the dossier of Yu Shi Zhang Yiyi's death, he has seen it many times, but he has never seen any problems at all. It seems like a wife who is afraid of his wife and tiger. The old Yu Shikang ran out of the blue building and was in a traffic accident. accident. He didn't know that because Mrs. Yu Shi didn't care about the red sleeves at the beginning, Changan House did a very solid job on this file. Not to mention that even if he was a court professional, it was impossible to find any problems in the file. If you change to an ordinary person, and you do n’t have any problems for a few months, you may leave Changan directly and return to the military camp in the northeast to present your own judgment. Lin Lin is not only a master of Dongxuan Realm, but also a big man. Before the soldiers of Tang Dynasty were fully sure, he had enough perseverance and patience to persevere, not to mention that he knew better than anyone else that General Xiahou and Gu Xi, the military division, would definitely not accept any vague conclusions.

Before leaving, Gu Xi, the military commander, had told him that the three Chuns in Chang'an City ordered Qin. The most important thing was the death of Zhang Yiyi, the general. The general did not need him to find out whether there was any connection between these orders. Need him to determine whether Yu Shi Zhang Yiyi really died in a traffic accident without any other doubts. "

On the outskirts of Chang’an, the tombs of Quangui Group ... Lin Lingjing looked quietly at the tomb heap in front of him, frowning slowly, and sighing softly, "I can't ask Chang'an House to open a coffin for autopsy, nor can I risk the court After tracing the risk of anger and opening the tomb on its own, how can we find out whether the death of the imperial history in the coffin is any problem? "

Although he never got anything, although he seemed to be in a dilemma, he still didn't choose to leave, but his face gradually showed the color of perseverance, stepped back a few steps, and lifted the front of the green robe to sit on the ground.

What he does next will do great harm to cultivation, and it is similar to finding a small stone in the haystack. What is more troublesome is that he himself does not know if there is that small stone in the haystack. But he still decided to do so, because only by doing this step can he convince himself to leave Chang'an.

In this way, this powerful caveman of the northeastern frontier of the Tang Dynasty sat down between the tombs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Let the catkins fall gently on his shirt, letting the newborn green Peach Bu looked at himself mockingly, sitting from the morning to the afternoon, the shadow shrank from obliquely, and his face became paler and paler.

I don't know how long it has passed. Lin Ling slowly opened his eyes and looked at the tomb of the Imperial History not far away. His face was shocked, but there was a little relief in his eyes. The meaning seems to be relieved because of certain things and certain speculations.

Lifting up his sleeves and gently wiping off the sweat beads that were about to drip from his brow, he stood up hard, took a tired waist and took a deep breath of smoke-smelling air over the tomb, and slowly walked towards Chang'an City go with.

On the second day, the tranquility of the tomb of Yushi Zhang Yiyi was disturbed again. The people who came were not the fierce wives of the family who cried yesterday as tears, nor the concubines who were full of body and tears, but Lin Linghe. The government service of Chang'an House.

Today Lin Lin did not wear the cyan casual clothes, but wore a Tang Junrong suit, which was particularly sharp and tough. I saw him return to the several Changanfu government archers and whispered, "Master, since the low office is willing to take the lead As a guarantee, then dare to ask when we will open the coffin? "

The bureaucracy was separated, and Chang Shang Mansion Yin Shangguan Yang Yu came out with a frown.