The Longest Day in Chang’an

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"I hope it's a good thing occasionally ..." Zhang Xiaojing sighed with emotion, rubbing the thick neck hair of the hound with his fingers, and whispered something strange. The hound did not understand human language at all, but responded with a whimper. It didn't know that if this sentence was heard by other human beings, it would cause a stir.

Daningfang is located on the fourth street east of Zhuque Street, west of Yanxi Gate of the imperial city, and only one square away from Daming Palace in the north. Therefore, most of those who live here are officials. Interestingly, although the residents are noble, their residences are far less luxurious than Anren, Qinren and other squares. Most of them are seven-bedroom, three-entry blue-ridge tiles-there is no way. Too close, as long as the emperor climbed the city wall and looked down, he could see who was simple and who was extravagant.

Today's Shangyuan Festival, the emperor and the people have fun together, and the bureaucracy cannot be left behind. So the lanterns were everywhere in the square, and every ten households erected a light wheel shelf, but there was always a restrained taste, and the scale of the lanterns was only medium. So there are few people watching the lanterns, and the road is not as crowded as the outside.

Feng Dalun walked towards his mansion, avoiding the horse-drawn carriage passing by from time to time. In the dark, he is the boss of the Xionghuo Gang, which is rampant in Wannian County. Here, he is just a small worker from Jiupin, who is in charge of the affairs of Yu, and the etiquette must be kept.

Although the principal of the Ministry of Yu is small, he is in charge of the dredging and repairing of the entire Chang'an City. The craftsman must select, the materials must be purchased, and the camp type must be supervised. It is a errand that produces fat. Although Feng Dalun was born in a humble beginning, his vision was much higher than ordinary people. He took advantage of his position to support the forces of the Xionghuo Gang. Many things could not be moved in the clear, so they let them work in the dark. This combination of light and dark has almost monopolized half a million years of county projects and has been extremely profitable.

If it weren't for the case last year, Feng Dalun is now afraid of getting promoted early, and the spring breeze is proud-but forget it, the thing has passed, and the guy who makes him unhappy is almost cleaned up.

Today he ran into an affair, and the old complaint turned up slightly. She was the only person in that case who had not suffered from prison. So Feng Dalun sent a few men and decided to punish her slightly-the punishment process is not important, the important thing is to let everyone know that anyone who offends him must pay the price, even if the matter has already been revealed Ever.

Now, this little **** should be crying and running, right?

Thinking of this, Feng Dalun opened his eyebrows slightly, his lips showing a hint of eerie pleasure. He rode to the door of his house and was about to dismount. Suddenly, a person jumped out from behind the tree, rounded out a pair of protruding toad eyes, grabbed the reins and yelled, "Seal the principal! Seal the principal!"

Master Feng looked down and recognized that it was the death row section of the government office in Chang'an County. His expression was very different: "Why are you?" The section section has obviously been waiting for a long time.

In a word, Master Feng almost fell out of Malay. He hurriedly straightened his body, and asked dumbly, "How did he escape?"

The festival level cried with regret: "Where is the escape, it was sent to the people."

"Introduction?" The principal Feng quickly crossed the official office with the authority to promote prisoners, Dali Temple? Penal Department? Yushitai?

"No, it was taken away by the Jing'an Division. The seals are complete, and the inferior position cannot be rejected."

"Secretary Jing An ..." Feng Dalun heard the name and felt familiar. He recalled the Tianbaodi newspaper in the last six months, his eyes suddenly condensed into two sharp needles.

"When?"

"More than two hours ago, I was here waiting for you for a long time."

"What does Jingan ask him to do?"

Section level shook his head: "The official document only said that it should be required by the secretary. But as soon as he was released from prison, he unloaded the shackles, and he did not use the sill car when he walked. Row."

Feng Dalun suddenly shook his hands, turned the horse's head around, and whip away. The festival hurriedly shouted to the side and shouted, "You ... Where are you going?" Feng Dalun ignored it and flew away on the way he came.

The section level stayed in place, and he remembered that the big man of Changan's dark side, the finger holding the reins just now tremble slightly.

Feng Dalun ran on his horse, heading south all the way to Jinggong Square.

Jinggong Square is on the east side of Chang'an City, close to the city wall. This square is quite famous in Chang'an, because there is a horse-riding and sue court, which is called the oil sprinkling ground, but it was built by Yangshen Stock Exchange, the princess of Changning. Except for the palace, Chang'an counts the biggest badminton court, the princes and nobles, love to play polo.

As soon as he entered the polo field, he heard the sound of joy in the distance. After passing through a deliberately manicured shrub slope, you can see a wide field of beetroots beneath the slope. The earthy ground is about 150 steps wide and about 400 steps long, and the surrounding fences are all wrapped with colored silk. There were more than ten thick velvet curtains on the sidelines, surrounded by willow trees, and the Xuanji flags with the family name written on it were lined up, and each flag represented a famous family in the capital.

In the middle of the dirt field, a dozen knights wearing head-to-head entanglement were entangled. The figures are interlaced, the horseshoes are chaotic, and the little Ju Maru is looming in the dust, bouncing back and forth. Suddenly, a knight in Jinyi killed a heavy encirclement, Gao Qingyue shot fiercely, Ju Maru crossed a golden arc in the air, straight through the dragon gate, and hit the cloud version heavily. The women's family cheered from the curtains around, and the knight ran his horse on his horse and ran around the field with a proud posture.

This is a regular ball game held on the day of the last Yuan Festival, called the Spring Festival. The Jinyun version should be erected behind the Dragon Gate, and Ju Maru should also be replaced with Xiu Jin Fu Maru. Anyone who can get a ride first is the golden dragon, which is a good sign. This year will be smooth and auspicious.

At this time a few sounds of gold came from the corner of the field, and the first half of the time came. The knights leaped, saluted each other, and then each went back to the curtain on the sidelines.

Changan has a taboo. At the time of Zongzong, the Holy Saint had a horse in a hurry, hitting the Yantai on the sidelines. As a result, the horse's neck was broken and several children were injured. Since then, no stand or rain canopy has been set up at the Juju Stadium, and curtains have been temporarily set up for women to stand by and for riders to dress and relax.

The Jinyi Knight rode back to his curtain and leaped off his horse. The little fellow next to him whispered a few words. The knight snorted impatiently, then rolled his eyelids, saying that my horse had just finished running a sweat, but could not wait-let him wait!

Feng Dalun knew that His Royal Highness was so fond of horses, how dare he urge him to hang his hands and wait on the sidelines. The knight untied the horse's tail, tightened the shoe, and scrubbed the back. A set of maintenance work was done by hand, and then he walked slowly. Several maids of Silla came over, replaced his robe, and removed the head. Feng Dalun hurriedly bowed down as a rite, saying "His Royal Highness"-this knight is the sixteenth son of the emperor, Yongwang Liyin.

He did a great job, naturally, he had to rely on the backstage, and Yongwang was one of the thickest thighs. The case of last year was started by the sixteen princes, so he hurried to ask for advice.

Yong Wang tilted his body and leaned against the wide couch, took a sip of Xueyinzi, and said lazily: "Hurry up, I still have the second half." He has a hidden illness, a neck problem, and seeing people It's his face tilted, making the other party unpredictable.

Feng Dalun looked around and leaned over and whispered: "His Royal Highness, King Zhang Yan, he was released from prison ..." Upon hearing this name, Yong Wang's wrist shivered and almost dropped the drinker on the yellow soil, his face Ugly, as if to vomit. The maid next to him hurriedly rubbed it for a while before he could barely suppress the vomiting.

"What's going on? Isn't he a death row?"

Feng Dalun talked about what Jing Jingsi raised. After listening, Yong Wang rubbed his temples with his fingers: "What is the situation with this Jingan Secretary?"

Feng Dalun knew that his Highness was not very concerned about the imperial court, and explained: "This is a new office that has been established for a few months. "" Then handed over a volume of books. There are some obscure tips written in it, so that the Highness can see the meaning behind this personnel arrangement.