Princess Anping ... Hearing this name, there was no expression on Yongning's face.

The palace girl waited for a while before he heard two words: "No see."

The palace girl left, and the female official looked at the princess. In the past few days, An Ping will visit almost every morning every morning, but the answers they get are always these two words:

not see.

Sighing a personal female officer's heart, that coup changed too much. As a subordinate, it was not easy to say anything, just Tao:

"His Royal Highness, go breakfast."

Yongning nodded, and got up and dragged a plain white skirt out.

Spring is here, the peach blossoms in the palace are blooming. No one hear it. She made a sigh that could not be checked.

Nympho

Outside Huaqing Palace.

When the door was rejected again, Princess Anping, who was outside Zhu Hong's door, was dim.

She is still so petite, wearing a black robe, but just on the exquisite face, there is no past, only loneliness.

It's like air -dried flowers.

"Princess, go back to the palace." A maid who came from Wangfu said softly:

"Why are you tossing yourself like this every day?

Speaking, the petite and pleasant An Ping suddenly raised her head, glanced at her coldly, and said:

"Placing 50."

The maid was shocked, so she had to rush, but dragged the people next to them. When Anping sat into the carriage and slowly left, she could still hear the sound of "popping".

The entire team is cicada, no one dares to chew the roots of the tongue again.

In the past two months, the slaves in the palace have cleaned a large number of. After the original Wangfu's subordinates entered the palace, their status soared, it was easy to see the position. This was just a microcosm.

The carriage is, and soon returns to Kunning Palace.

Soon after Jingdi ascended the throne, An Ping, as the new princess, has not moved to the independent mansion, and still lives with her mother.

When you enter the palace, the rich and beautiful princess ... Now it is time to be called the queen sitting at the round table and waiting for her. Seeing her daughter's expression, I sighed softly:

"Meal."

Anping picked up the spoon, his eyes fell on the dishes in front of him, and suddenly said:

"Mother and concubine, I heard some words outside, saying that the northern border was not too peaceful, and the Grand Grand Duke sought independence, and some people saw that Qi Ping appeared in the north and killed a powerful monk, but the newspaper also said, then, then, then, then, then, then, then, then, then

It's fake ... "

She suddenly raised her head, like Xingzi's eyes staring at the princess:

"What the newspaper said was fake, right? He didn't die at all, he was still alive, and fled to the north."

The princess was silent, and suddenly hugged her daughter and patted it gently:

"You never cared about these things before. During this time, you have changed a lot. Promise your mother -in -law, don't care about this, no matter how life and death, you should die."

An Ping snuggled in her mother's arms, her tears covered her eyes. She knew that even if Qi Ping was alive, it was impossible to return to Kyoto again.

She never expected that on the New Year's Eve, it was the last side.

Nympho

Nympho

What no one knows is that at the same time, a poor scholar carrying a book box is mixed in the long team of Dongcheng Gate and entered Kyoto.

The poor scholar looks in his twenties, his appearance is mediocre. When he entered the city, he looked like a novelty, as if the first time came.

"Pass."

The gatekeeper of the city gate has seen the road lead, waved and passed.

The young book nodded timidly, and trotted into the streets of the outer city. Until the distance, the shyness on his face faded, and a complex expression in his eyes.

"Chen Jing, I'm back."

The scholar was Qi Ping after disguise. After making up his mind, he stayed in Youzhou City for a while.

On the one hand, teach the knowledge you have to the Northern Army.

Then, after saying goodbye to the prince in private, he quietly left Youzhou City, and took some time to contact Du Yuanchun to leave a secret spy system and make some arrangements.

And to get a batch of "false identities", this is easy to return, returning to Kyoto.

"The first year of Jinglong ... it is really impatient."

Qi Ping sneered, retracted his eyes from the direction of the palace, and began to think about the next step.

Nympho

Although the main purpose is to return to the courtyard to seek help, but Qi Ping's first plan is not there.

In the first place, the Taoist courtyard is not easy to mix in the imperial city, and he does not have much control of the situation in Kyoto today.

Second, in addition to practicing, he has other tasks to do.

Therefore, he was going to live first, understand the situation, and then plan.

Considering the south city courtyard, some people may be staring at the bookstore. Qi Pingqiang endured the impulse of visiting, sought his teeth, and rented a courtyard in Dongcheng.

In Kyoto, it is especially the largest in Dongcheng, mixed fish and dragons, more poor, and the lowest inspections of officials. They are natural hidden places.

When Qi Ping walked into the East City and entered the eyes, it was in the inner city. It was obviously backward, shops, and the cold winter had gone. The spring was bright, and the low -row of low houses were hung with the signs of the wine.

"Master Wen Qu Xing, let's enjoy a few bronzes, the master will make a fortune."

Hutong, several beggars noticed Qi Ping, their eyes were bright, and they rushed over to kneel down.

One of them also dragged a child with a broken leg, secretly pinched the latter with his hands, so he cried again.

far away.

On the other side of the alley, under a big tree, two red arms, his eyes fiercely splashed his eyes, glanced at it.

There are red silk straps tied to the waist.

It means that it may be affiliated with a certain underlying gang. When Qi Ping was the captain of the school in Zhenfu, he heard some.

Throughout Kyoto City, there are large and small, many gangs, do nothing more than collecting black money, watching casinos, cheese, controlling docks, Shangdao and other lives.

Every gang that can stand firmly has a background on the official side. It is nothing more than a group of people under the hands of different wealthy and nobles.

There are many people who are murderers. Of course, the government knows, but one of the gangs is endless. On the other hand, in many things, the government also needs the existence of this group of people.

After all, in this era, there is no strong grass -roots organization in this era. The officials are not much better than gang members.

However, in the past, Qi Ping was in a bad place in Zhenfu, and rarely exposed to these underground forces.

"I have no money." Qi Ping's expression was indifferent, detouring Qier and left.

These beggars are obviously controlled by gangs. How much money Qi Ping gave, and could not reach them.

Entering the hutong, unscrewed the door lock, Qi Ping walked into this rented one to enter the courtyard.

Several gray houses, the yard is very small, there is a well, a semi -withered old tree beside the well is still clean.

There are only soil in the house, and a set of dilapidated tables and chairs.

Qi Ping put down the lack of bags on his body and was not picky about the living environment. Instead, some troubles were followed, which frowned him.

"Are you a new tenant?"

The courtyard door was opened by "一". If no one came in by several splashing skin, there was an Hutong.

With a stick in my hand, a teasing posture, the headed, wearing a "decent", it is a gray gown, wearing a finger tiger.

Qi Ping walked to the hospital and nodded and said, "What are you doing?"

The gray gown glanced at him and laughed: "Is it a poor scholar, did you buy the hood door?"

The door ... In fact, it is a piece of paper, which has the name of a gang on it. In order to avoid being ransomed by leather, some shops can only spend money to buy it, which means that this shop is covered with a gang ... In fact

"Protection fee" ...

Qi Ping frowned: "I am not doing business, but residents."

The gray gown laughed: "Regardless of whether you do business or business, this is the case, either pays or ... huh, you don't want to break the legs, let's be begged on the street."

Next to, a few splashes laughed and waved sticks.

Qi Ping thought for a while and said, "How much is it?"

"See you are a study, cheaper, one money silver, covering your door for a month." The gray gown laughed.

Qi Ping glanced at him and said, "Okay."

He squeezed a money from a slightly dry money bag, bought a piece of paper, and looked at him with a gray gown squinting, seemed to laugh and laughed:

"Okay, the brothers are gone."
To be continued...