The Longest Day in Chang’an

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Yong Wang glanced at his face sideways, and his bronze-colored face appeared embarrassed: "Jing Ansi was actually like this ... trouble, really trouble!" He threw Xueyinzi aside anxiously: "Wen Jia That's a bit of a problem, from last year to this year! It's not over yet! You said this King Zhang, you will die soon! Why do you have a holiday? "

When Yongwang mentioned the name, his stomach began to cramp again. He hated trouble most in his life. These untouchables refused to die one by one, making him feel aggrieved. Feng Dalun smiled slightly: "In fact, Your Highness doesn't have to worry about this. The daughter of Wen's family is already in the hands of the Xionghuo Gang.

"Oh, smell it, that woman is pretty good ..." Yong Wang scratched the corner of his mouth with his fingers, revealing a greedy smile, and then frowned slightly, "This King took a big oath before the Bodhisattva and no longer pursued them. Is n’t it deceiving the Bodhisattva to do this now? Not right, not right. ”Feng Dalun said:“ Your Highness, you do n’t know, the Xionghuo Gang shot out of righteous indignation, and it ’s not an oath. ”

Yong Wang was persuaded by this truth, and the heart of the bear gang really understood, so his face eased greatly. Feng Dalun saw that the time was almost up, and said: "But-let Zhang Yan be outside, after all, it is a scourge. Your Highness needs to make arrangements earlier to get him back in prison to be at ease."

To deal with Zhang Xiaojing, you must use official means, Feng Dalun is only a ninth-ranking principal, the grade is too low, you have to take advantage of the Yongwang.

Sure enough, Yong Wang's eyelids jumped, but this sentence said to him: "How do you say it?"

"Secretary Jing An took away Zhang Yan, and the procedure was to raise the accusation, not to escape sin, so he is still a guilty person. It is best to invite a few familiar histories to participate in the impeachment of Jing Ansi and insult him. , Forcing them to push out Zhang Yanwang. "

Yong Wang shook his head fiercely: "This is not successful. The Imperial History are all mad dogs. Go to them for help, I am afraid they will stare at me first, and pass into the ear of the father emperor ... Gee, this king can't touch the mold."

Datang's imperial historians are in charge of supervision and can be heard. They were staring at the Chang'an government office in Changan. Where there are omissions, they will immediately rush to bite a bite, make things bigger as possible, the six relatives do not recognize, no matter whether it is a hundred officials or nobles, it is a headache.

Feng Dalun hurriedly said again: "There is still a plan underneath. You can ask Dali Temple to write a document to ask the prisoner in the name of the incomplete ruling. Even if Jing Anji refuses, we can test out the other party's intentions."

This plan is the normal exchange between the government and the government, leaving no trace. Yong Wang thought for a while and said, "This is good. This Wang happened to be old with a commentary in Dali Temple. You just talk to him and you're done."

Dali's commentary is from Bapin, who is responsible for participating in the prison. It is appropriate to do this. Feng Dalun quickly asked for his name. Yongwang looked at the sky and thought for a long time before he said: "Uh ... it seems that the surname Yuan has something to do with Princess Cao. Oh, yes, it's called Yuan Zai, I forgot the word."

Feng Dalun jotted down his name on the cuff and retreated in a hurry. At this time, the edge of the stadium was gong, and the Shillas quickly picked up their robe and tuo, and wanted to replace Yongwang. However, Yong Wang scolded away impatiently, and he turned around a few times unsteadily. The discomfort in his stomach became more obvious. Unable to restrain him at last, he ran quickly to a net bucket and vomited in a gulp.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of drumming in the far southwest direction. The drumming was fast, and each sound struck between breathing, which was extremely disturbing. Yong Wang wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and waved his hand weakly:

"No more, go home!"

Cao Poyan's surprise was no small matter.

He just turned his head for a moment, why did the woman disappear? The Jingting is dozens of steps away from the surrounding walls, and even birds can't fly over the wall so quickly.

Suddenly with two fingers, he finally reacted. He ran to the well in two steps and made two steps, looking down at the well. Sure enough, as Cao Poyan predicted, the woman actually jumped into the well.

There is only a shallow layer of water at the bottom of this well, and the dye is lying prone in the water, motionless. Cao Poyan shouted, but the other party did not respond.

Was the woman throwing into the well because she was afraid of being insulted, or was she afraid of being used against her father? Cao Poyan doesn't care. What he cares about now is how to get her out. At such a distance, he couldn't make a judgment, whether she really fell dead or pretended to be dizzy.

This is usually done with a single rope. But for Cao Poyan now, it has become an almost insurmountable problem.

In the previous raid of the brigade army, Cao Poyan was shot in the elbow by Cui Qi. Although it's fine after being bandaged, it can't be used hard. With one arm alone, it is impossible to drag her up. And he couldn't go to the warehouse to find someone to help him-they were all busy with Quedhodo, and no one finger could be wasted.

A simple dilemma actually caused Cao Poyan to be stumped.

Cao Poyan made a few rounds around the wellhead and leaned down to observe the well wall carefully. There was a series of shallow chiselling pits. Without special skills, it is difficult for ordinary people to climb freehand. Cao Poyan thought about it, why must she be brought up?

It ’s a hundred if you die. Even if the woman is not dead, don't try to climb up on her own. Just put a lid on the wellhead and press it tightly with stone, which is a cage built in heaven.

If you want to kill your noble right, you can come and get it at any time. Cao Poyan has serious things to do, but can't waste time on her.

Cao Poyan felt a little sorry that he rarely moved a little bit of humiliation towards the Central Plains woman, and wanted this daughter to leave something to his father. But this woman would rather cast a well than write a letter. It seems that the Central Plains woman is much more stubborn than expected. Cao Poyan couldn't help but think of Wang Zhongsi, that was the star of the grassland, ruthless and tenacious, cruel and cunning. Every time his banner appeared on the banks of the Orkhon, he had to take away more blood than the river, which made cattle and sheep tremble.

If there is a father, there must be a daughter.

When Cao Poyan was a child, he heard his ancestors say how beautiful the former Turkic wolf flag was, approaching Chang'an several times, and even the Datang emperor shuddered. But now they are shrinking in a corner of the grassland, and bravely supported by Datang Bingwei. One of the reasons why he came to Chang'an this time was to look at this great city that had witnessed the glory and humiliation of his ancestors and destroy it himself.

"I really want to defeat Chang'an rightfully."

With a touch of regret, Cao Poyan found a rag and threw it down the well to cover Wenran's body. The rags are similar in color to the bottom of the well, so that even if someone overlooks the wellhead, there is no one inside. Then he pressed the wellhead with a few stones and left the warehouse.

This place is much more desolate than the north. There are almost no people nearby, and there are only a few rows of long-worn dilapidated houses and land temples. From time to time crows flew past rags wrapped around rags, and even wild dogs appeared, flashing.

Cao Poyan looked at the left and right alertly, and walked towards the outer street. After walking about two blocks, I saw a small market in the square. The hawkers mainly sell cheap food such as soup bait, butter cake, and soup. There are also some grocery stalls selling needles and thread brains around. On the earth **** not far away, there is a small courtyard with a green gourd hanging, the courtyard wall is not high, and three large green urns are placed at the door. At this time, there were dozens of ragged beggars scattered on the **** outside the yard, lying on their backs, lying lazy.

This should be the sickhouse Longbo said. It is said that this place specializes in receiving beggar patients in Chang'an City, and also provides diagnosis and treatment and medicine. Cao Poyan couldn't understand it. Is Datang's money really nowhere to spend? Grasslands can never raise these wastes.

Cao Poyan went straight over and smelled sour. The beggars caught lice with each other like a mountain monkey, basking in the sun, and did not care about this intruder. He frowned slightly and searched for the man wearing the flower head. This is not difficult, because most beggars are distributed naked.

Soon he found his goal: a man was dozing against a pine tree, he was wrapped in a robe, and he was covered with an old depilated blanket, his head crooked with a flower head clipped, Among a group of beggars with irregular clothes, they are particularly eye-catching.

"I need a few people." Cao Poyan walked in front of him, straight in.

The man yawned, and looked at him lazily with his squinted eyes, and said nothing. Cao Poyan released a small silver pot with a curved mouth from his waist. On both sides of the pot were carved a lifelike running horse. This is the hip flask he carried with him while riding on the grassland.

"If you can do it, this thing will be yours."