Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 60: Night probing

When the night fell on the ground, all the doors of Taofang were closed one after another. Apart from the martial arts patrolling the streets from time to time, no one could see a pedestrian.

Some people in the Xiuwenfang are still shining with lanterns. The members of the southeast corner of the house are feasting on guests from afar. There is a brothel in the northwest corner with silk bamboo song and music. The sound of rage is floating in the night. .

In Yang Fan's hut, a lamp is like a bean, and it is quiet to the extreme. A mouse probed its head from the corner of the wall, and it seemed to be a little uneasy because of this unusual quietness. It squeaked twice, and finally gave up its intention and turned back to drill the hole in the wall.

The dim light shone on Yang Fan, and Yang Fan knelt on the ground, dressed in neat short beating clothes.

The baggage on the bird's nest has been taken back by him. At this moment, he untied it and spread it out in several cases. Yang Fan took out a sharp short knife and tried the sharp blade with his finger. It was the easiest to pull out into the waist. Position, and then took out another small sword, gently inserted into the leggings.

Finally, he took out another mask. The mask had a green face, a red eyebrow, and two white fangs, which looked terrible under the night. That's the Nuo mask you can buy everywhere on the street. Yang Fan put the mask gently on the lap, waved the candle and extinguished the candlelight, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

"Bang! Bangbang!"

The clattering sound of clappers came from afar, Yang Fan's thoughts were stirred in the blood: the crowds of mountains and valleys running to escape, the hunters chased down the arrows and blades that killed them, a falling down The body, man, woman, old man, child ..., a bureaucrat with a dark-eyed eagle nose Lema linger on Gaopo, and coldly ordered: "Kill! Kill all! One must not be let go!"

Yang Fan's body shook suddenly, his eyes wide open, and the dark room seemed to flash through two electric awns suddenly, and then the fine awns gradually converged and became ordinary.

Better martial arts, not only the body, but also the mind. His mentality is more stable and dignified than most of his peers.

"Purpose to be the first, plan first and then move!" This is a sentence that was explained to him by his father when he taught him Wentao Wulue when he was a child. How can I often remember now.

After a long time, Yang Fan gently buckled the mask on his face, and he became a fierce ghost with blue-faced fists.

Yang Fan slowly stood up and spooked out of the room like a ghost.

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A simple and elegant study room.

Both sides of the bookshelves are filled with antiques and some historical and historical books.

Under the wall, there is a case of curved foot roll ears, a veil lamp, paper and ink pen and a stack of files are placed on the case.

After the case, he sat cross-legged in Ministry of Justice Si Xinglangzhong Yang Mingsheng. There was a huge screen behind him, with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes on it, which was written with lines of ink on it:

"Han's own system, which is based on overlords and ethics, is purely moral, and uses Zhou Zhenghu! And vulgar Confucianism is not up to date, but it is ancient and modern. How to appoint! Therefore, those who use the country should stand for supremacy and supremacy, and supremacy for supremacy, supremacy for supremacy, and supremacy for supremacy ... "

Yang Mingsheng took a sip of tea lightly, turned a page of the dossier, and continued to read it seriously.

tea soup is not clear, because the tea is added with seasonings such as salt, pepper, ginger, jujube, cheese, etc. The soup stewed out of a pot of chowder, the taste is not much in terms of modern taste. Yes, but this is the case with the tea ceremony.

At this time, tea was not a popular drink in the upper class of Tang Dynasty. Except for common people in Bashu area, only monks and monks like monks like to drink tea. The Shu people were the first to take tea as a drink. The Sichuan people with developed tastes started drinking tea as early as the Western Han Dynasty, but this habit is limited to local people. Yang Mingsheng is a Shu people, so this Luoyang habit is not yet popular.

Yang Mingsheng finished reading this page file, took a cup of tea and gently took a sip of tea, gently pushed the tea cup with blue glaze and white flowers to the side, slightly narrowed the eyes of the pair of eagle falcons, looking at the copy in front The closed file, with a beard, was drawn into a long meditation.

At this time, a silhouette spooked into the courtyard of Yang Langzhong ’s house.

The mansion of Yang Langzhong ’s house is magnificent, covering a few acres, but it is also quiet at night. Lanterns are only hung at some corners of the Langyuan, and the lanterns are gently shaken in the evening wind. Dim light.

At this time, many large households did not have certain rules for building houses. They would build houses according to different topography and geographies, or according to different interests and hobbies of their owners. Where does the master live?

And Yang Fan has traveled overseas since childhood, and it is not clear about the pattern of the mansion in the Central Plains, but he has patience. After diving into Yangzhai, Yang Fan did not rush to act. He stood quietly for a while.

Although there is only one wall away from the cross street in the square, but he still passed by in the Yang mansion in the future, he first got familiar with the landscape and layout of the courtyard, which made him short and touched the back mansion.

Suddenly, he stopped behind a cluster of flowers and trees. He was keenly aware that there was a lamp in the corner of the gallery, and a **** dog was lying lazily lying under the lamp. Yang Fan's brows were slightly frowned, and the Yang family had evil dogs, but this was a problem.

The dog's sense of smell and hearing are far more sensitive than humans, and the intrusion of strangers can be detected from a long distance. If it is called a few times by it, and it attracts the attention of the guards' night watchman, it will be great. Not good.

Yang Fan approached carefully, still far away, the black dog suddenly looked up, looked around, sniffed his nose alertly, and seemed to notice something strange.

Yang Fan immediately stopped, he did n’t go any further, he wanted to kill this night watch dog, but he just wanted to act, and his heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly thought of a problem: "Yang Mingsheng is Ministry of Justice Secretary Lang Lang, responsible for prison litigation , With high weight, his precautions cannot be too lax. There are night watch dogs here, can there be night watch people?

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Hua Xiaoqian stood under the osmanthus tree for a long time.

The night breeze was a bit cold. He wrapped his cloak tightly and took a deep breath. The tree was full of sweet-scented osmanthus, sweet and fragrant, and it smelled quite refreshing.

Small money is a qualified night watchman, and he chooses a good position.

This location is at the corner of the courtyard, and you can see the entire atrium. Any object moving ca n’t escape his eyes, no matter which direction the person comes in, it ’s not easy to find a colorful dress standing under the tree, almost the same as the bark Night watch of the same color. Backing against the big tree, he didn't have to worry about someone sneaking from behind.

There was a faint clapper sound on the street, and I listened to it with a small amount of money, almost three hours later, and it was time to change work half an hour later. He had been standing for a long time, and his feet were sore. He wanted to jump onto the osmanthus tree, sit on a horizontal branch and rest for a while, and after another half an hour, he could go back and get a good night's sleep.

A gust of wind blew past, and some of the cassia petals fell from the tree, spending a small amount of money to loosen the hand holding the knife handle, knees bent, and jumped up.

spend a little money every night, every night for two hours, the location he chooses is always here, every night when the night is quiet, he will jump on this laurel tree and take a rest, so he treats this tree The laurel tree is well-known, he does not need to look up at all, he can clearly know what the laurel tree looks like, knowing that there is a horizontal branch ~ IndoMTL.com ~ can bear his weight, and it is still very comfortable to sit there.

has a good skill for spending little money. Pulling onions in a dry land, he jumped a few feet high, and then he reached out his hand. He should just touch a horizontal branch, just stretch his hand, you can pull up, When the waist is twisted, he just sits on the branch, leaning back against the tree and smelling the fragrance of flowers.

But this time there were some accidents. His body just jumped up, and he felt his shoulders sink, his mouth was tightly covered. The hand that was going to grab the branch was tightly held by a big iron-like hand , Leaning against his back in a strange posture, a little hard will hurt.

He fell back to the ground again, and there was already another person behind him. Moonlight shone from behind him, and a pair of silhouette appeared on the ground.

"Mute! If you don't want to die!"

This is a hoarse and old voice. With a small move for a little money, I knew that there was no room for resistance. I quickly nodded and indicated that I was willing to cooperate.

The hand covering his mouth was slightly loose, and quickly slipped into his throat. The throat with small money was tightly choked. The strength of the finger was very large. He knew very well that as long as he shouted, That hand can immediately crush his throat.

"Who is the elder Zhang, can we know that this is the residence of Yang Langzhong, the Ministry of Justice Justice Department?"

Small money immediately revealed the identity of his owner. He hopes that the other party is a figure like a thief, and it is not clear that the identity of the owner of this mansion broke in by mistake.

The thieves do not fight against the officials, and the thieves who do not bother to fight against the government are still a minority. Yang Langzhong is the official in charge of the judicial prison. The thieves are even more reluctant to deal with him.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. The old, deep voice was hoarse and honest: "The old man came for Yang Mingsheng!"

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