The Longest Day in Chang’an

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Yuan Zai pointed to Zhang Xiaojing: "The culprit of the bombing was him. We are always looking for him from Jing'an." Chen Xuanli glanced over there. He had heard the name before, and it seemed that he was the captain of Jing'an, and then he didn't know How was it wanted by the whole city, and soon the wanted order was cancelled again.

However, this name only stopped Chen Xuanli for a moment. He was not interested in solving the case. The safety of the emperor was the most important. He was about to move on, Yuan Zai called again: "This is an important criminal, you can go first, General! Here I will deal!"

Chen Xuanli heard that this guy was making excuses and didn't want to leave. But this excuse is so grand that he can't refute it. Of course, the murderer of the building explosion cannot be ignored. He didn't have time to talk much, so he snorted and rushed to the fourth floor with the others.

Yuan Zai watched Chen Xuanli leave them, then walked in front of Zhang Xiaojing. He smiled playfully and pulled a knife from his waist.

This knife belonged to a Longwu guard who died at the entrance. It was picked up by Chen Xuanli and handed over to Yuan Zai. He wasn't used to the weight of this weapon in the military, and weighed it several times to get a firm hold.

"When you were arrogant in Chao's family, did you ever think that the retribution came so fast?" Yuan Zai shook his blade and said bitterly to Zhang Xiaojing. The experience of urinating pants was a shame, and he hated this violent five Yan Luo.

Zhang Xiaojing closed his eyes tightly, and did not respond to Yuan Zai's voice, unaware of his life or death.

Yuan Zai pointed the tip of the knife at Zhang Xiaojing and began to work slowly. He had calculated that it was proper, and Zhang Xiaojing died in this diligent administration building, which was the best result. Not only out of hatred, but also out of interest. His hard work tonight was only completely safe when Zhang Xiaojing died.

Yuan Zai now deeply understands Feng Dalun's mood: this guy is too dangerous, as long as he is alive, it is a huge variable, and he does not die. It is really uneasy.

"The evil you did is enough for the court to retrieve the torture of Gu Fali. Now I kill you, it's also for you."

Yuan Zai murmured nonsense nonsense, and slowly stretched out the straight knife. He had never killed anyone and was slightly nervous, so his capacity was not very precise. The tip of the knife first lifted the outer robe, aimed at the heart, and then pierced the rough skin stained with smoke, and immediately blood poured out. This made Yuan Zai startled, involuntarily withdrew a little, and then advanced again.

This time, the tip of the knife was very stable, and only one last effort was needed to completely penetrate the heart. At this time, Yuan Zai suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, his eyes were black, and he fainted.

"lecher!"

Tan Qi put aside the copper candlestick in his hand, stepped on Yuan Zai's body, and flew towards Zhang Xiaojing.

Zhang Xiaojing's memory is a little vague about what happened after climbing the top of the lamp tower.

He vaguely remembered that he was leaning on the 狻 瓊 straddle, waiting for the last moment to come, his eyes were colorful and gorgeous.

At first Zhang Xiaojing thought it was an illusion produced before death, but there was always a strong voice in his ear. Although his reason has given up his escape, but the stubborn impulse in his heart, but never really convinced, has been trying to find a possibility of survival.

He tried to open his eyes to distinguish, and finally found that it was a string of multicolored tulle. Presumably this is also a design from Mao Shun. The lights of the light house can show a more layered light through them. At this time, the lantern building was burning, and the flames were igniting. These tulle suspended in the air, dancing with the rising air.

How are they fixed on the lamphouse?

Zhang Xiaojing raised his head, and suddenly found that over a dozen hemp ropes were fixed on the 狻 瓊 span frame, and the lower end was scattered, pulling them in different directions. All kinds of tulle are hung on the hemp rope, and they are hung densely around the lamp tower, just like the spring. This is called the pull spring rope, but Zhang Xiaojing does not know and care.

What he cared about was the rope itself. After a short observation, he found that there was an extra thick hemp rope, the rope was tied to the neck of the robe, and the other end of the hemp rope was pulled diagonally to the edge of the south wall of Xingqing Palace and fixed to the mouth. together. From a distance, a thick line was drawn diagonally between the city wall and the roof.

An idea of ​​survival emerged inexplicably.

The fish intestine is a very delicate person, and he must have reserved the retreat route early so that he can leave quickly after starting the last organ. This route will not go downstairs, time will inevitably be too late, and his retreat can only be on the top, so there is only one way left:

Holding the spring rope.

Sliding away from the lighthouse along this lead rope is the fastest way to retreat.

The next thing, Zhang Xiaojing's actual record is unclear. He trancely remembered that he struggled to get up, climbed the straddle frame, grasped the thickest rope by instinct, and then hung his hands with a volley of silk ribbon, swinging his body and sliding away from the light tower. top.

His body quickly slipped across the night sky of Chang'an, left the light tower, and flew towards Xingqing Palace.

Just as he was about to arrive at the south wall of Xingqing Palace, the light tower burst suddenly, and the strong shock wave caused the entire rope to swing violently. Immediately afterwards, the upper half of the lamp tower overturned and hit the Xingqing Palace. This action completely changed the direction of the rope. Zhang Xiaojing's feet had almost stepped on the city wall, and was suddenly pulled into the air again, with a lot of debris rolling into the third floor ...

... Zhang Xiaojing slowly opened his eyes and saw Tan Qi's face.

Tan Qi's long black hair was scattered across the forehead, and his cheeks were covered with dirt and dust. The aqua skirt was torn, with large and small burning holes, and bare white skin.

But she didn't feel a little shy at this moment, she moved forward, hugged Zhang Xiaojing's head, and called his name out loud. Zhang Xiaojing's lips whined, but he was speechless. Tan Qi looked at the left and right, pulled out a holding pot from the rubble, and dropped a few drops of residual wine into his throat. Zhang Xiaojing desperately opened his mouth and accepted it with his tongue. Before in the lamphouse, he was almost toasted. At this time, there was a dripping entrance, such as drinking honeydew.

Zhang Xiaojing slowly recovered and asked her how she came here.

Tan Qi himself did not expect to meet with Zhang Xiaojing here. Before she annoyed the prince, she was dragged away from the Shangyuan Spring Banquet by the guards and was temporarily locked in a storeroom on the third floor of the Inviting Hall.

There is no wall on this floor, so the design of the warehouse is half sunk to the second floor. When the lamphouse exploded, the scorching strong wind swept through the entire Inviting Hall, and the entire floor was ravaged miserably, but the warehouse barely escaped. Tan Qi heard the chaos outside the warehouse and realized that this was the outbreak of Que Lehuo, and his heart was desperate.

After the voice was quieter outside, she pushed open the twisted door and stumbled through the smoke, but did not know where to go.

It was at this time that Tan Qi saw that Yuan Zai was about to raise his sword to kill. She did not know Yuan Zai, but immediately recognized Zhang Xiaojing's face. In a hurry, she lifted a heavy copper torchbear candlestick and smashed Yuan Zai severely, which saved Zhang Xiaojing's life.

After listening to Tan Qi ’s story, Zhang Xiaojing turned his neck and looked puzzled: “Are n’t you in Pingkang? Why did it appear in the Qinzheng government building?”

He didn't ask. Fortunately, Tan Qi had been forced to rely on the tension of his will, and finally collapsed. She thumped on his chest, cried loudly, and repeated in her mouth: "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry ..." She felt that she really didn't do anything, did nothing well, after all, let Que Lehuo It broke out more, wasting the trust of the son and Deng Tuozi in vain.

"Don't cry, what's going on?" Zhang Xiaojing's tone was rigid.

Tan Qi sobbed, and told him about the fact that he used a real hand to disturb the emperor. Zhang Xiaojing said with relief: "If you make such a trouble in Yuqian, let them withdraw the city's wanted, I am afraid that I have been shot by this guy in front of Chaofen-so your efforts are not in vain.

He tried to reach out to touch her hair bun, but his arms and muscles hurt for a while.

"However, Que Lehuo still exploded ..." Tan Qi's tears washed the dirty face out of the two gullies. The chaos just now had a great impact on her. Jing Ansi ran for so long, but he failed to stop the attack. The strong sense of frustration made Tanqi fall into the self-doubt of quicksand and was difficult to pull out.

Zhang Xiaojing explained weakly: "In the explosion just now, more people would have died, thanks to you-I said earlier, you can do more meaningful things than serve tea and water, how many men are not as good as you . "

Tan Qi smiled reluctantly, only when Zhang Xiaojing was coaxing himself. His body was stained with blood, and her clothes were ragged. She could hardly imagine how difficult it was for him to be alone while he was imprisoned in the government building.

Even if Que Lehuo was really weakened, it must have been the man ’s credit for running back and forth?

Zhang Xiaojing struggled to get up, Tan Qi quickly helped him to sit halfway by the pillar. At this time, Yuan Zai also woke up and whirled around. He rubbed the back of his painful head and raised his head. He found that it was a maid who smashed himself.

In fact, the real Jingan Secretary Cheng Jiwen, Yuan Zai said that, he wanted to habitually pull the tiger skin. Unexpectedly, this touched Tan Qi's counter-scale, she stared at her: "You rammed goods, also worthy of posing as Jing An Si Cheng?" Picked up the copper candlestick and smashed it hard. This time the force was heavier than before, hitting the thigh, Yuan Zai could not help but uttered a scream, and fell to the floor again.

"Tanqi ..." Zhang Xiaojing stopped her, and said helplessly, "He is indeed from Jing Ansi."

Upon hearing this, Tan Qi threw away the candlestick and tears fell down. Such people have entered the Jing'an Division, doesn't it mean that the son is already lucky? At the sight of survival, Yuan Zai hurriedly said loudly: "There might be a misunderstanding between Xia and Zhang Duwei!"

Zhang Xiaojing stared at the bureaucrat with a broad forehead. Half of his embarrassment was due to him. He sullenly said, "I reminded you that something happened in Xingqing Palace before, but now it can be fulfilled?" Yuan Zai nodded busy. Having just been hit by this mad mother-in-law, he was afraid to take the official stand again.

"If that is the case, why would you kill me?"

Yuan Zai's thoughts turned very fast, knowing that it was useless to beg for mercy, and he simply raised his neck: "So many people, seeing Captain You are about to blow up the lamp tower, even if I believe it, I can't convince everyone."

This sentence is very vague and clever. It not only indicates that there is no hostility, but also implies that the hands are forced by the situation. It also implicitly questioned Zhang Xiaojing's actions. Zhang Xiaojing knew that he had misunderstood, but this explanation was too verbose. Now that the situation is pressing, he has no time to argue and ask directly: "What is the situation outside now?"

Yuan Zai had to rub his thigh while briefly speaking about the attendance and government affairs. This building was invaded by people. Chen Xuanli led his team to aid. Zhang Xiaojing frowned tightly, unable to speak for a long time. He knew that in addition to Que Lehuo, Xiao Gui had another plan. Unexpectedly, this plan was bolder and more fierce than he thought, and actually killed Yuqian in one breath.

This guy's strength, although he can't be ranked high in Datang's opponent, is undoubtedly the closest enemy to success.

"I have to go up!"

Zhang Xiaojing struggled to get up, but his body crooked and almost didn't stop. The series of fights and escapes just now exhausted his physical strength and willpower, hurting him all over, and in a very poor state.

Tan Qi opened his eyes and quickly supported Zhang Xiaojing's arm, trembling: "Deng Tuozi, you have done enough, don't force yourself anymore ..." Zhang Xiaojing shook his head and sighed: "Resting for the army When there is at least a hundred fingers, Xiao Xiao can kill, as long as he moves his finger. "

"Isn't General Chen Xuanli still there? Is he always better than you now?" Tan Qidao said. Somehow, she didn't want to see this man fighting again, not at all. Even if the emperor upstairs is at stake, she only hopes that he can lie here honestly.

"Chen Xuanli is a good soldier, but he is not Xiao Xiao's opponent. The only one who can stop him is me." Zhang Xiaojing said. He gritted his teeth again, struggling to support, first kneeling halfway, then stomping hard, and finally stood up again. The expression on his face was exhausted, and only one eye still showed a fierce light.

Yuan Zai looks like a monster. What is this guy hurt like, and he has to go upstairs to stop the fierce worms? No matter how he calculated, he could not figure out the value of this move.

Tanqi didn't understand.

"The road is my choice, I will go to the end." A hoarse voice sounded in the invitation hall.

In the ruins and the turbulent fire, Zhang Xiaojing walked upstairs. His figure was very weak, but he was also very determined. It was not until this moment that Tan Qi fully understood why the young man would choose him as Jing An Du Wei. The young man's vision was never wrong.

When he thought of Li Mi, Tan Qi felt a pain in his heart, and he couldn't help crying again. This subtle voice was immediately caught by Zhang Xiaojing. He paused and turned his back to her: "Oh, by the way, tell you good news. Your son, is still alive-well, it should be said that at least when I saw it, I was alive.

Tan Qi's eyes flashed, and a line of surprise came from his heart. Somehow, she felt strongly that the son must have been saved by him. But when she knew that it was not time to ask for details, she extended her arms hesitantly and hugged Zhang Xiaojing from behind. A fragrant fragrance quietly penetrated into Zhang Xiaojing's nostrils, reminding him involuntarily of the moment in the Jingjiao commentary room.

"Thank you." Tan Qi whispered, and put her face on the back full of burns, feeling that the muscles there were tight for a moment.

Li Bi almost created a miracle.

He rushed from Shengpingfang to Guangdefang, traversing Liufang and going north to Sifang, and it took less than two quarters. The traffic situation in the above metaverse is simply an impossible task. At least a dozen people were hit by flying galloping horses, and he didn't even have time to stop and check.

The accidental explosion of the Taiyuan Xuanyuan Lamp Building caused great chaos in Wannian County to the west. But farther away, the ordinary people just know it as a beautiful gimmick. Especially when you arrive in Chang'an County in the east, everyone should go to the lanterns and go shopping. They should go to find food and food. They don't realize that a major disaster is happening quietly.

It stands to reason that at this time, Jingzhao House should issue an emergency order, knock on the street drums to stop watching lanterns, and let the people return to their respective squares, and the gates of the cities will fall. But the entire court center was also trapped in the building of the diligent government affairs, and there was not even a commander at the center. Chengping has been long, the vigilance and efficiency of the entire Changan City have been worn away.

Only many watch towers near Xingqing Palace still hold their posts. The martial arts sent a rescue signal frantically, but without the support of the Dawanglou, no one paid attention to the news. Those purple lanterns can only flash in vain again and again.

Li Bi rushed to the door of Guangdefang in one breath, and saw the smoke in the square from a distance. It was the wreckage from the Jingansi Hall, which has not been extinguished. He did not care about the emotions, and he would rush into the square.

The guard at the gate of the square saw the horse suddenly approaching, and was about to raise the fork to stop it, but he heard the knight stop drinking and the movement stopped suddenly. Is n’t this ... Is n’t this Li Sicheng? Li Sicheng, who was taken away by the thieves, came back by himself?

The stunned guard, Li Bi jumped in and went straight to Jingzhao Mansion.

Inside and outside the Jingzhao Mansion, the aftermath of the burning of Jing Ansi is still being handled in an orderly manner, and no one has realized what the distant thunder means-Jing Ansi has been dull to this point.

Li Bi rushed to the front of the house, jumped off the Malay and slammed the reins, and ran straight into the gate. A young man holding a file was about to go out, looked up, and was stunned. With a snap, a dozen books rolled to the ground. There was a lightly wounded man next to him who was leaning to the door. The wounded glanced at Li Mi and couldn't help but yell: "Li Sicheng!" Then he knelt and cried.