There is a tavern on the side of Zhuque Street. It is inconspicuous in this prosperous Chang'an City. It has simple and simple decorations. There are never many customers. The people who come here will not be rich. However, since when, there is a fixed guest here, a young man wearing a feather crown and a sword and folding fan on his waist.

The young man always wore a blue shirt and was elegant, but he was drunk every time. He talked to himself from night to dawn. He was obviously a wealthy man, but the sword was very inconsistent. It was not like the accessories of scholars, but it was a bit like a murderous sword. Occasionally, a little bit of a sword was exposed, and there were gaps everywhere.

There are rumors that the drunken young man was the son of Ma Dongyang, the Minister of Rites of the Central Court, and Ma Zhibai, an academician of the Hanlin Academy, who is now rising to the forefront. He is also the youngest Hanlin in the Xia Kingdom in the past fifty years. He has a bright future and is also the ruthless county magistrate who is praised by the people.

However, no one can be sure whether it is the legendary bloody battlefield, just for the people of the world. Today, at ten days in the evening, he came on time again. The old rules are a plate of peanuts, a pot of tea, a pair of chopsticks, a pot of wine, and a person is by the bed, drinking quietly, looking at the wild grass and flowers by the bridge.

The waiter in the inn wiping the table and looked up at the young master, feeling confused. He couldn't figure out that such a wealthy person had endless money. Do you have any worries that cannot be solved and need to drink to drown his sorrow every day? If so, he could have so much money and go home to get a wife, he would be satisfied.

Just at this moment, another hunched old man appeared outside the door. He looked very gentle and walked a little staggeringly, as if he might fall down at any time. The waiter hurriedly put the veil in his hand, greeted him, held him, and said, "Old man, what do you want to order?"

The old man waved his hand, pointed to the window, and said, "You don't have to worry about me, I'm here to find someone."

There was only one customer in the tavern, and the waiter knew who he was looking for without looking at. So he helped the old man to the young master and said, "Then you are busy, call me any time if you need anything."

The old man nodded kindly and made it on the stool. The young man came to his senses, was slightly shocked, stood up, and politely said, "Boy Ma Zhibai, have you seen Mr. Ning!"

Ning Qing smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Ma, don't be polite. My old man who is almost buried in half of my body cannot be regarded as a gift from the heroes in the court!"

Ma Zhibai's body shook slightly, and a hint of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face. He sat down on the stool in depressed manner and whispered: "Yes, yes, what a Hanlin, how a Ma Zhibai, how a steep rise, how a celebrity in the court..."

Ning Qing glanced at Ma Zhibai and whispered: "Mr. Ma is going to face Lord Gu. I heard that Lord Gu is about to enter Beijing."

A ray of light came out of Ma Zhibai's eyes and said, "Brother Gu... Is he coming? I...ah," Ma Zhibai sighed and said, "But what's the face I have to see him."

Ning Qing smiled slightly, took out a list of Feng Manlou from his arms, handed it to Ma Zhibai, and said, "Look, take a look, see if there is anything you want to say?"

Ma Zhibai picked up the list in confusion, wrote the three words Fengyun List, and signed the Fengmanlou seal. This is the world's number one Feng media. Ma Zhibai has heard of it, and he didn't understand what Ning Qing meant, but he still started reading it.

At first glance, I saw a column: The thief visited Cihang Jianzhai, Nanhai at night, and was chased by thousands of miles away. Now he is missing.

"Uh... Mr. Ning, this?"

Ma Zhibai looked at Ning Qing in confusion. He knew that the Cihang Jianzhai was one of the few female sects in the world, and that was one of the seven sects and eight sects in the world. The thief's traitor is also a legend in the martial arts world. He has been famous for many years. Not long ago, a disciple of Cihang Jianzhai came out to say that the thief's traitor was a traitor and made a lot of noise, but it had nothing to do with him.

Old Ning raised his eyebrows, pointed at the bottom, and said, "I'm asking you to see that. Why do young people nowadays like to watch Cihang Jianzhai and thieves? Is this monk woman so attractive?"

Ma Zhibai's face froze, and he looked at the list again and his face turned pale, and his breathing was a little rapid. His son Gu Qingci killed the old man Huqin and grandma Tong. It was rumored that Mr. Jian came from Changling County and headed to the capital...

Ma Zhibai lowered his head and read it carefully. This mainly tells the story of Gu Qingci being assassinated and counterattacked. According to some rumors and corners, it was analyzed that Gu Qingci was the leader of the Changling County Battle, but was suppressed by the imperial court, and now there is a deep public resentment.

Ning Qing looked at Ma Zhibai and said calmly: "What do you think of Mr. Ma? Haha, a true meritorious minister, a good official with a strong and honest heart and a kind heart-warming official who loves the people as much as his son, has suffered such treatment, and you and I are guilty!"

Ma Zhibai drank a glass of wine and said, "I don't want to make any excuses. This is what I'm sorry for Brother Gu, Mr. Ning, I beg you for something."

"You say, I'll think about it." Ning Qing said.

"You go to Jinling to stop Brother Gu. He can't come to the capital. Let's not talk about my father's net now. Even if Brother Gu's martial arts are so powerful that he will die. My father will definitely ask His Majesty to send someone to Langya County General Zhang Zhihuan and Liusanmen Yue Yan to the capital. These two are the princesses. When Brother Gu comes, even if he complains to the emperor, he will be injustice and will definitely die." Ma Zhibai said.

Ning Qing nodded, without stopping for a long time, slowly got up, slowly left the tavern, and only Ma Zhibai was left in the tavern, one pot of wine and two pots of wine, and finally began to talk to himself until he got drunk.

...

That night, the palace suddenly issued an imperial edict to the capital, and quickly headed north with a fast horse.

That night, Princess Xingluan came out of the palace and sat in the frame. Tang Yun looked at Ye Se and suddenly had a lot of thoughts. She raised her head and looked north. A human face appeared in her mind, including laughter, anger, scolding, and a bloody dress. There was also the thousands of troops riding out of the city.

She held the Fengyun List in her hand, looked at it over and over again several times, and sighed: "Is your potential really that great? In just a few months... The people on the road are like jade, the young master is unparalleled, the young master Jian, why are you doing this? Why don't you stay in the world and scold the muddy waters of the capital from now on?"

That night, there was a rare time when there were no stars. The night was in the curtain and was penniless. At some point, another person left the city. It was an old man who was staggering, but he was walking in the night without any obstacles.

The old man walked out of the city gate and slowly turned back to the majestic city. He sighed and felt a little discouraged, saying, "Princess, you really misread, Mr. Jian... Even if he wants to go from now on, can you rest assured? Who will really let him enter the world safely?"

A short knife showed this faint luster, which looked like a firefly at night. After a long sigh, there was a vicissitude:

"Mr. Gu, I'm sorry for you too. Now, let's do the last thing for you, just treat it... Alas, I can't blame me!"
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