In the sixth year of the Apocalypse, the Tang Dynasty and the State of Yan went to war. The right-leg army led by General Xiahou failed to arrive and was severely reprimanded by the court. General Xiahou reported that he encountered an ambush cavalry of the State of Yan in Huangfengling. The right-leg army killed them and then pursued them.
, so it was missed.
People in Chang'an City did not know that the Yan Fuqi killed by the Right Route Army led by Xiahou were actually all imperial border residents in the Huangfengling area. Several villages were massacred by the Right Route Army.
The head pretended to be the leader of the Yan Cavalry, but afterwards he blamed the people of Yan for the massacre of these villages.
The massacre of an entire village was a big deal no matter where it was placed, especially in the Tang Empire. Therefore, the imperial court did not believe Xiahou's excuse and sent capable officials to investigate. However, those villages had already been massacred and there were no witnesses.
, the investigating officials also had some problems, so the court concluded afterwards that what Xiahou said was true.
Because of the massacre of the village, the Yan people sacrificed a large area of fertile land in Hexi and sent the prince as a hostage, which barely calmed down the anger of the Tang people. However, not many people knew what the villagers who had their heads cut off and set on fire would be wailing in the underworld.
He was wronged, and no one knew that a dark and thin boy had escaped from the village.
That thin, dark boy is Zall.
He met Ning Que on the edge of Minshan Mountain, and was taken away by a practitioner until today.
"Hey, what state are you in now? Not confused or Dongxuan?"
"Hey, you, a practicing idiot, actually know about realm?"
"Of course, practicing such a simple thing is stupid."
Ning Que was actually just showing off the knowledge he had just learned in front of friends he had reunited with after a long absence.
"Dongxuan, you are so big. My poor and respectable master had just stepped into Buhuo until the day he died. As for me, the poor and pitiful me... I am still crawling in the first realm, otherwise I would have to be a
Damn undercover!"
Ning Que looked at him mockingly and said, "I really don't know what that old man saw in you back then. I was begging to go with him for nothing but he refused, so I saw you, a stupid black charcoal head.
"
Zhuoer surprisingly did not refute. After a long silence, he said: "Xiao Ningzi, actually I have been thinking later that I learned nothing from the master. You are so smart. If you had followed the master at that time, what would you have done?
It will be better, at least not like me now, who has been in the army for so many years and still can't get into Xiahou's side, and I can't find out the information from the higher-ups no matter how much I inquire about it."
Ning Que looked at him quietly, suddenly laughed, and said, "Who said you didn't find out anything? At least now we know how many times Xiahou goes to the latrine a day, right?"
"These things are not going to do anything to kill him."
"It helps." Ning Que looked into his eyes seriously and said, "On the way here, I killed a group of assassins from Xiahou, all because of the information you gave me over the years."
Zhuoer knew very well what kind of strength Xiahou's assassin team had. He looked at the young man in front of him in shock. He couldn't understand what kind of adventure this guy had encountered after seven years of absence, and he could actually do this. But
He did not express his doubts, but just smiled and asked: "How does it feel to kill Xiahou for the first time?"
"It feels good." Ning Que recalled the feeling when the three swords were slashed out, and said Youyou, suddenly frowning, staring at Zhuoer's dark face and said: "It would not be good if someone discovered the relationship between you and me. .”
"Chang'an City is very big. Don't think that you can see the enemy at any time. And you should understand one thing. For those big shots, all the people in the General's Mansion have died, and our village has also been slaughtered, so you Since we don't exist in the first place, no one will be wary of us."
"Speaking of which, how did you, the handyman of General Xiahou's personal army, transform into the so-and-so you mentioned...the gold medal thug of the Goldfish Gang?"
"I followed my boss back to Beijing to report on my work. Unexpectedly, the military wanted me to be a spy. In addition, our gang is not called the Goldfish Gang, it is called the Fish Dragon Gang. My boss asked me to keep an eye on our gang leader because someone suspected him. It has something to do with the Yuelun Kingdom. As you know, the imperial nobles sometimes rely on these gangs to maintain order for many of their businesses and even the military’s material transportation. If they collude with enemy countries, the problem will be serious."
"Our gang leader?" Ning Que frowned and looked at him and said, "There's something wrong with these four words. It shows that you respect this gang leader very much. You even regard yourself as a popular thug in the gang now, little Heizi, You need to be more clear-headed. Although I have never been an undercover agent, I have seen it a lot. I know that a role like an undercover agent cannot be emotional. Once you are emotional, the end result will definitely be very tragic."
"Our gang leader is a good man." Zhuoer lowered his head and was silent for a long time. Then he raised his head and looked at Ning Que and said seriously: "Actually... he should have seen through my identity, but he didn't do anything to me. .”
Ning Que wanted to persuade him a few more words, but Zhuoer raised his right hand to firmly express his refusal and said: "He is my eldest brother, and he is the eldest brother I respect very much. You don't need to persuade him anymore. On the contrary, I have something to ask you. If in the future If anything happens to me, I hope you can repay some kindness to my brother at your convenience."
Ning Que was silent and looked at him quietly. He didn't know what stories had happened in the largest gang in the capital Chang'an, but he could see Zhuoer's seriousness and couldn't help but become curious about the gang leader. What kind of big shot in the world could convince Zhuoer so much that he would worry about not being able to repay his kindness even if he died?
At the end of the first conversation after seven years, the two briefly talked about the recent situation.
After Zhuoer heard about the assassination incident on Beishan Road, he was shocked and asked: "With such a good opportunity, why don't you take the princess's route? Even if she is too far from our class, as long as you show the strength of the past, My master is begging for nothing, how can anyone in this world refuse you?"
Ning Que shook his head and said firmly: "No, that princess may seem virtuous and thoughtful, but in fact she is naive, stupid, and an idiot. You may lose your life at any time if you follow her."
The two parties parted at the small restaurant. Ning Que and Sangsang left first and started asking for directions again. Just as they were about to reach Fangshi where the inn was located, it started to rain.
With a popping sound, the big black umbrella bloomed like a black lotus above the two people's heads, covering the rainy sky. Sangsang held the umbrella handle tightly with both hands, raised her little face and asked in confusion: "Why do you always You want to say that the princess is an idiot? In fact, she is really nice."
"Isn't it great..." Ning Que looked at the road in the rain in front of him and shook his head slowly.
The Zhuque Street that leads directly to the Northern Palace was originally gray, but after being soaked by the rain, it turned black. Ning Que and Sangsang stood by the road and looked at it, only feeling like a black, long and straight ribbon, wearing
In the chest of the majestic Chang'an City, it is beautiful, solemn and heart-stopping, especially the red bird statue carved in the middle of the avenue. Its two eyes stare at them without anger, as if they want to fly up from among the stones to kill them.
I am average.
The two masters and servants under the black umbrella felt the chilling ancient intention rushing toward their faces at the same time. Fear surged violently from the deepest parts of their bodies. The two hands they held instantly became extremely cold, and they were so stiff that they could not move.
They stood by the road with difficulty holding big black umbrellas, and they didn't know how long they stood there. It wasn't until the wind and rain finally stopped, the sun once again enveloped the long street, and pedestrians walked around that they came to their senses.
Looking closely, there is nothing strange about the portrait of Suzaku that is deeply engraved on the royal road.