The rank of the censor is not high, but the power is not small. From the sixth rank of the censor, he can actually be regarded as an important figure in the imperial bureaucracy. The places where such people come in and out are heavily guarded, whether in the yamen or around the mansion.
There are many subordinates to protect him. A young man who works hard to sell his letters wants to kill a censor in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Empire. This sounds a bit fantasy, and it is also an Eastern fantasy that is accustomed to personal heroism.
But Ning Que never thought about how to kill the other party. In his opinion, killing is the simplest thing in the world. This period of his life began with a murder, and then he went to Minshan, the border fortress, and the grassland.
At the Beishan Pass, countless beasts and humans fell under the tip of his blade and arrow.
He only cares about one thing now - how to kill the censor Zhang Yiqi without being discovered - no matter how much he trusts his killing skills, facing the powerful Tang Empire's security yamen, thinking of the unfathomable things in Chang'an City
A strong person knows very well that if he cannot escape quickly afterwards, he will definitely end up simply dying.
There is very little information about Zhang Yiqi on the oil paper, and it is not suitable for Ning Que's plan, except for one: Zhang Yiqi, the imperial censor, has an upright and serious temperament, but it is said that he has a very serious lustful disease secretly, and often goes to the land of romance in private.
.It’s just that this man has a fierce wife and a reputation as a censor, so he is extra cautious when buying sex. After all, Zhuoer is just a low-level spy in the military department, and he has never found out which brothel this man often goes to.
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"There are so many buildings in Chang'an City, which one will you go to?"
Ning Que frowned and thought hard, overturning his previous idea of following the other party to find the brothel. Since none of the professional spies from the military department could use this conventional method to find out where Zhang Yiqi's ecstasy house was, then this imperial
Shi must have his own methods. And the chatty Chang'an people in the teahouses would not care too much about the daily life preferences of officials like this, so it is difficult for him to get what he wants from the streets.
Things are getting a little troublesome.
He propped up his chin and stared at Qingyang after the rain for a long time, then suddenly stood up.
His mood suddenly brightened at this moment, and he finally understood that this matter was no different from hunting in the Min Mountains or chopping firewood on the grassland. Since you want to know where the old bear and the den of horse thieves are, there is no old hunter with a good general to provide you with it.
map, then the only thing you can do is to use your own feet to walk into the Minshan Mountains and into the grasslands, to see the wear marks on the bark of the trees, the dried feces in the weeds, and the ashes of the fires buried under the mud.
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He is a good hunter and an excellent woodcutter. He can use these details to determine which mountain col the old bear is hiding in, whether it has been injured, how many people there are in the den of horse thieves, and whether it has ever left Subi Lake. Then he believes in himself
He must be able to judge the daily habits of a Tang Dynasty censor through the details he personally observed, and find a way to kill him silently. The most important thing he needs to do now is to enter Chang'an City.
"I want to go out for a walk." Ning Que stretched out, told Sangsang, and walked out.
Sangsang chased him to the door, held it open and asked, "Where are you going? Do you want me to follow you?"
Ning Que understood what she was worried about and replied with a smile: "There are some places you can't go with."
Walking on the sunny streets of Chang'an, Ning Que's mood became better. He deliberately forgot about the blood in the spring rain, and then turned himself into a young scholar studying in a foreign land. He went to the bookstore to check out the books he had already read.
After finishing a few idle books, he began to wander between Yushitai and Zhang Mansion.
The next day, he walked under the shade of a willow tree and stood next to a candy stall. Through the crowd, he watched from a distance the square-faced, calm and powerful Censor who left the Censor's Stand and returned to his home.
Looking at the powerful entourage next to the imperial censor, looking at the highly disciplined security forces in the streets, and looking at the heroic knights of the Yulin Army who occasionally galloped past him, he became more and more sure that he could not use the method of killing people violently in the street.
A reckless approach.
The whole day seemed to yield nothing. In the evening, the door of Zhang Mansion opened wide. The censor seemed to be attending someone's official banquet. The censor's wife and several women who were dressed as concubines saw each other out. People on the street
The idle men smiled and pointed at that place and said envious words. Ning Que, who was drinking herbal tea in the tea shop, noticed some details. Except for the lady with a cold expression and a thin body, the concubines and waiters were all very kind.
plump.
Men's aesthetic preferences for women have always been reflected not through their wives, but through concubines or lovers. Sometimes they marry wives because of their family status, money, and prospects... and maybe there are also illusory things like love, and they accept them.
The purpose of a concubine or lover is very simple, purely to conform to sexual thoughts.
"I like plump girls." Ning Que looked at the concubines who were standing behind the mistress as honestly as quails, but their eyes showed smugness and cunning from time to time, and smiled and thought silently in his heart.
Following the Censor's sedan out of the four streets, and watching the sedan enter a majestic prince's residence somewhere, Ning Que quietly glanced at the gate of the prince's residence, then turned around and walked casually to a lively place, looking for a free man.
Asked: "My friend, I would like to know if there is any building in Chang'an City where the girls are famous for their plumpness?"
This was a stupid question to ask, but after handing over a silver dime, no matter how stupid the question was, he would get a less stupid answer. In the eyes of that idle man, Ning Que suddenly turned into a rich and tender-faced man who came to Chang'an from other places.
The country bumpkin scholar, after making fun of him twice, held a teapot and introduced him to the romantic trade in Chang'an City in a very professional manner.
Listening to the name that was even more complicated than the actual test paper for the academy's admission test, Ning Que rubbed the corners of his eyebrows and said with a wry smile: "There are too many. Which one is the most expensive? And the environment should be quieter."
With the names and addresses of several famous brothels, Ning Que searched for them on the brightly lit streets of Chang'an, lingering and hesitating in the popular places. He did not go into some of the brothels, but only looked at the appearance and surrounding environment to identify the brothel.
Master Shi is definitely not a frequent visitor here. This is purely a hunter's intuition.
The problem is that he is really not good at hunting in this kind of place. He was greeted and greeted politely by the turtle men at the door but never went in. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. By the time he walked outside the fourth brothel on the list, he was already there.
I realized that this way of doing things was not only stupid, but extremely stupid.
There are many brothels in Chang'an City, and the environment is quiet and noble. Which brothel doesn't have some plump girls with red cards? If you bump into each other like a blind bear, the chance of meeting that old bear is
Not too little.
When he lingered outside the brothel for a long time and turned around to leave, he suddenly heard a sound like silver bells coming from behind him. Those crisp laughter floated far away on Chang'an Street, attracting the attention of countless people.
Ning Que suddenly looked back and saw that the lights of the brothel were dim, and the beauties who had not yet started work were leaning on the railings and laughing. The red sleeves were waving wildly in the building, as if they were making fun of a young man who was too young to come in.
"What a bully!"
He weighed the heavy money bag in his sleeves and looked at the beautiful prostitutes upstairs with their charming eyes and giggles. He was heartbroken, raised his head, lifted the front of his scholar's shirt, and walked into his room with high spirits.