Chang’an Small Restaurant

    Although the front is already at war with King Zhao's army, life in Chang'an is still as it should be.

    The willows are green, the grass is green, all kinds of birds are chirping, and it is spring again. The nobles held a banquet to appreciate the spring, with flutes and flutes, and beautiful women sang and danced; the commoners dug up wild vegetables, mixed with minced meat and wrapped fresh wontons, and ate the spring dishes; the new scholars were proud of the spring breeze and rode their horses in Chang’an; the street wore light spring shirts. The little lady's eyes turned bright, and the eyes of the young man opposite were straight...

    It's not yet the Shangsi Festival, which is even more lively.

    The forbidden army has nothing to do with this, the world is like this, the customs are like this. In fact, the Imperial Guard, Marquis of Wu, and Fang Ding were also a little tired. Did that person Xu run away early?

    In a private house in Shengpingfang, several servants blocked the door of the hospital and crossed their hands to beg for approval: "Shiro, you should go out less. Although the inspection outside is not strict now, but the street is not. There are still pictures of you on the road."

    Li Di pointed to his face, "I'm like this, can I still see it?"

      It's hard for him, but...

    One of the leaders said: "Shiro, Captain Ren is coming back from inquiring about the news, can you wait for him to go out?"

    Li Xun became more and more unhappy, "Is he worthy of letting me wait?"

    Ren Feng has been in ambush in Chang'an for many years, and his articulation is quite slick, but Li Xie is not a fool, it can be seen that he is from Qiao Hai. His glib perfunctory manner was more annoying than Johanna's stubbornness.

    Before planning to assassinate the emperor, Qiao Hai pretended to be a loyal minister, begging for guilt with a solemn bow, and begging Li Xie to avoid it, saying that Shiro’s identity is precious, and if there is any misunderstanding , that he could not atone for his sins, etc. Although Li Xun felt that Old Man Qiao was too careful, he was soft-hearted and promised Ren Feng to take him elsewhere to avoid it.

    Afterwards, the assassination attempt really failed. Li Xi was not surprised, and he was indeed grateful to Qiao Hai. Fortunately, this old man was shrewd and cautious...

    But nowadays, like a trapped beast, every day is nesting in this small house and can't see the light of the sun. The key is, I don't know when such a day will be a head, Li Xi is really anxious. Ren Feng said that the fight had already started. Thinking about the emperor's clothes already made at home, will Aye ascend to the throne? In order to stabilize the hearts of the people, will he make Saburo the crown prince? Even release Erlang? He used to love Erlang very much...

    Li Xing wanted to go out, but the servants could not stop him.

    Afraid of attracting attention, he only brought two bodyguards, all of them brought from Zhao Wangfu. Walking on the street, Li Xian was still a little timid at first, but when he left the door, the Fang Ding just glanced at them casually. He encountered a few banned soldiers on the road, and nothing happened, and his courage was strong. .

    It wasn't the first day that Li Xie went out. He knew that there were two places for inquiries, one for restaurants and restaurants, and one for Qinlou Chu Pavilion. After drinking too much, there is a beauty in his arms, and his mouth can say anything. Thinking of the wine shop, he thought of Shen Ji, Li Di pursed his lips, and went straight to Pingkangfang.

    I found a house that was not conspicuous but looked comfortable and elegant. Li Xing walked in, sat in the corner of the hall, ordered drink cakes, and listened to a prostitute playing the lute and singing.

    "...One branch of red and bright dew condenses the fragrance, the cloud and rain Wushan is heartbroken..." The song is Li Taibai's Qingping tone.

    After singing, someone said, "Is there anything new? I'm tired of hearing this all day long."

    The prostitute gave a light blessing and said with a smile: "The new scholars, the new words were the most at this time in previous years, but this year's words are a bit sonorous, I am afraid it is not suitable for the gentlemen. Listen while drinking."

    Because of the battle with King Zhao, or related to the assassination of many scholars in Shenji liquor store and the "Red Heart Banquet" that followed, this year, the new scholars made fewer poems Some extravagant fragrance, more generous and tragic meaning. Such words are really not suitable for singing at this time, and there are very few people who can sing well.

    The prostitute smiled and said: "There is a new piece of music here, it is said that it was written by a famous Ji from a northern country and a gentleman of an aristocratic family."

    The guests laughed: "Young Master Beauty, this is good! That's it!"

    The prostitute is polite, saying that she is not yet skilled, please don't laugh at it.

    "Don't laugh, don't laugh, just sing! Yunniang Tankou, even humming, it's nice." A guest teased.

    The prostitute smiled and spat at the man, tuned the strings, and sang.

    "Industrial leaves set the sun, when you travel far away..."

    Li Xing was shocked.

    “…Xianyang night banquet, painting screen late to sleep in spring. New fat marks on the arms, no memory of the old man’s infatuation…”

    This is clearly what I looked like when I parted with Feng Niang that day! Feng Niang is named Feng Niang, so her yard is called Bitong Courtyard. After dating Feng Niang, she instructed not to indulge in traveling in Chang'an and forget about the old friends.

    Li Xing was so nervous, I'm afraid it was because he thought too much. After all, Autumn Indus is often written in poetry, and it's common for women to think about new people and old friends, but it's not too coincidental some? The name of the North Country…

    If you sing it for yourself, who is behind the scenes? Of course it's not Feng Niang, will she come to pick up her family? Family members know their temper best. In this kind of place, singing this fragrant tune is the least likely to arouse suspicion, and the words are full of hope.

    But could it be a trap set by the banned military? But how did they know they would be here? Do you know Fengniang and Bitongyuan again?

    Li Xing thought about these possibilities over and over again, his heart was pounding, he wanted to bet, but he was afraid of losing.

    The few guests over there stopped listening to the song, and they served wine and food, and each of them put their arms around a wine lady and ate wine.

    "The war in the north, I don't know if I can eat such comfort food in the future."

    "Che-fuck."

    I was worried before: "I heard that the Northern Capital is very strong."

    "How strong is it? Did you not hear that King Zhao was sick? What did they assassinate the saint for? Wasn't it just for that position? King Zhao is so old, and now he is sick—"

    "Why didn't I hear that King Zhao was sick?"

    "You are patronizing your new wife, such as Mrs. How do you know?"

    Several people burst into laughter.

    Li Xing thought for a while, and was not at ease. He brought two servants to another house. Sure enough, he heard the new song of "Northern Kingdom's Mingji" and confirmed the news of his father's illness again. .

    Li Xing couldn't wait, so he just asked the singer to go to the room and sing to himself slowly.

    "I wonder who taught this song to the little lady? It sounds like a friend of mine."

    "The lyrics of this song were taught to slaves by two lords. It was said that the girl from his family missed this lord so much, so they asked people to come to Beijing to find them." The prostitute laughed.

    The prostitute knows that most of the so-called "friends" are the prince himself. Looking at the tuberculosis ghost in front of him, the prostitute was very disappointed, thinking what kind of Tanlang he was. It can be seen that the literati can sing and sing poems and words, but I can't believe it.

    Li Xie frowned and looked at her, "Did they ever say where they live?"

    "It is said to be in the Qingyun Temple of Changxingfang."

    Li Xing nodded, smiled, asked the attendant to give the prostitute some money, and walked out.

    The prostitute weighed the money, recalling his smile just now, as well as his posture and gait, it was a bit romantic. In such a place, accustomed to seeing strange things and strange people, the prostitute pouted, put the money in the purse, and went on to sing.

    When Li Xun returned to his residence, Ren Fengzheng was anxious to get angry. Seeing him coming back, he finally felt relieved, and was about to persuade him when Li Xun asked, "Why didn't you tell me that my father was sick?"

    Ren Feng smiled apologetically: "This news is not yet accurate, and I told Shiro, it was nothing to worry about."

    Li Xing looked at his slick face and suddenly guessed, could he be Saburo's person? As long as I stay here...and then persuade myself to dispel this concern, the old man Qiao is all for Aye, Saburo and Qiaohai...not.

    Li Xun relaxed and told Ren Feng what happened today.

    Ren Feng frowned, then why didn't they contact him? Immediately, it occurred to me that the place where Zhao Wangfu was originally located was found by the Imperial Army, and now it is his private place. Although the Imperial Army could not find their own people, neither could the people from Zhao Wangfu.

    Ren Feng listened to Li Xing's words, and like him, he was both motivated and doubtful.

    Li Xie praised with a smile: "In this way, there will be labor and captain."

    Ren Feng smiled apologetically, it's not easy to get a good face from this gentleman.

    On the second day, Ren Feng personally went to explore the Qingyun Temple.

    After half a day, Ren Fengcai came back.

    "How?" Li Xie asked hurriedly. Seeing Ren Feng's face clearly, Li Xing's heart sank.

    "Sure enough, it was a trap. There were guards in cross-dressing guards. Thanks to my quickness, I had to escape."

    Li Xi frowned at him.

    "Don't worry, Mr. Lang, I wandered around and went around the East Market before returning. No one followed."

    Li Xie was relieved, disappointed, and doubtful, how did the Imperial Army know about his own affairs?

    Suddenly, there was a sound of swordsmen outside. Everyone in the house was shocked, and before they could think about it, the windows and doors had been broken open at the same time, and a group of forbidden troops broke in.

    Ren Feng and others still wanted to protect Li Xi and kill him, but Li Xi had already seen the bowmen on the wall outside through the broken window.

    Li Xing waved his hand, that's all...

    Qin Xiang walked in and said with a smile, "Shiro, go with the slave into the palace?"

    Li Xie was taken away, Qin Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, this time, although Jingzhao Lin Shaoyin had a good plan, the forbidden army did not have any bad things at the critical moment. He didn't let him see that, except for the forbidden army, no one else had this ability.

    Lin Yan felt the same way. He and Shen Shaoguang talked about how to use the information found in the northern capital and Shen Shaoguang's "comfort zone" speculation to create an introduction in Pingkangfang, how to "fight the grass to scare the snake" in the Taoist temple and the process of the forbidden army's pursuit. The technique is truly unparalleled, and Jingzhao can't compare." He looked rather envious.

    Shen Shaoguang served him a bowl of spinach egg drop soup, and said with a smile, "Jingzhao also has its own benefits. For example, that song lyrics can fool Li Xie. It's very touching, right?"

    Lin Yan raised the corners of his mouth.

    Shen Shaoguang was waiting for him to explain.

    Lin Yan licked his lips and read to listen to her.

    Shen Shaoguang's complexion is getting worse and worse, and he can write such a fragrant thing...

    Seeing her pursed lips and her almond eyes staring slightly, Lin Yan only thought she was extremely cute.

    "Lin Shaoyin—"

    Lin Yan raised his hand to touch her temples, and smiled softly: "You have never been jealous of me, this taste is very good..."

    Shen Shaoguang tilted his head to let go of his hand.

    Lin Yan laughed more and more, "It wasn't me who wrote it, how could I have time to write this? It was written by a Qian Lu Shi from Jingzhao." That one is indeed a bit romantic.

    Shen Shaoguang's complexion slightly darkened, and he warned: "You must remember that when you marry me, you must not have any concubines, concubines and dancers. some, otherwise—"

    Shen Shaoguang was still thinking about what cruel words to say, but Lin Yan had already smiled: "Before I met you, no one had ever caught my eye; after meeting you, there was no one else in my eyes."

    Lin Yan looked very solemn: "Ah, there will be no 'other'."

    Shen Shaoguang couldn't help squinting and laughing, and added a spoonful of soup to him: "This spinach is very tender, Langjun drink more."

    Lin Yan's eyebrows jumped.

    Shen Shaoguang looked at him suspiciously, "Are you a picky eater? I always think you seem to have a prejudice against spinach."

    The author has something to say:  Before I met you, no one had caught my eye; after meeting you, there was no other in my eyes. —Imitate what Mr. Qian Zhongshu wrote to Mr. Yang Jiang.