The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 139
Seeing the young people below slumped, the old man nodded in satisfaction, and waved to the civil and military people below: "It's gone, retreat to the court, go back and appease the soldiers, don't let the city create chaos again, or I will start killing. "

Dian Wenwu walked out in twos and threes, Cui Yan hadn't left yet, glanced at the back of Lost and walked out, turned back and walked up to the imperial steps, "Your Majesty, why let Geng Qing go, this is the best chance to kill him."

The emperor, who was about to get up and leave, stopped, turned around, and walked down the imperial steps to Cui Jiao's side.

"If you are stupid, you will be beheaded for such a crime. Who would dare to lead troops into battle in the future? Besides, you didn't see that everyone wanted to plead with this guy? This Geng Qing, you really know how to be a man, how long has anyone been in the court? Follow him."

Huang Chao smiled and patted the civil servant on the shoulder.

"But now that he's been dismissed from office, as the prime minister, it's not easy for you to handle him? First-rank white body, death can't make much trouble, just don't let others know."

Cui Jiao understood the meaning of these words, bowed and cupped his hands, watched the emperor leave, turned around and left the Tai Chi Hall, seeing the darkening sky, hurried out of the imperial city, and returned to the mansion to find the people from the rivers and lakes that the mansion raised.

"Do you know which assassins are capable of killing people in the city? Find them for the truth."

"Msg Qi, there is one, but I seldom do it."

The man thought for a while through the bead curtain, "It's called Yujin. Before he became famous, he had been killing fish in Fenglai Building in Chang'an. His knife technique of disembowelling his belly with one hand is very powerful. He can dig out the liver organs of people's hearts in the blink of an eye."

"Where is he now?"

"It is rumored that he is still killing fish in Fenglai Tower. This subordinate will go to look for him."

As the night fell, a vigorous figure hurried out of the prime minister's mansion, walked along the familiar street, sneaked into a brightly lit building in the darkness, and there was an endless stream of sounds of drinking and drinking. In the back hall, I asked the waiter who was serving the food, and walked quickly to the back of the kitchen.

Bloody and fishy.

The light from the kitchen room shines through the window lattice, a thin figure is sitting on a low stool, his hands are flying fast, water splashes in the basin containing the herring, and in the blink of an eye, a herring is already flopping in the man's hand, the next moment, there is a sticky The internal organs fell to the ground, and the body of the fish was thrown into the basin on the other side. The fish tail was still flapping and flapping, the two gills were opening and closing, and it didn't feel like it was dead yet.

After a while, the figure he had found passed by, squatted beside him and whispered a few words.

The figure holding a small knife raised his face, looked at him with a bushy beard, and continued to touch the fish scales.

"That man, I have heard that the son-in-law Yu Cong's student, the son-in-law is kind and has a virtuous name, I will not kill his student."

"300 taels, silver ingots."

The thin and small figure froze, wiped the fish-planing knife on his body, stood up and held the knife blade across the window, and the light shining through the window revealed a coldness.

".I have killed fish in Fenglai Tower for ten years, and my heart is as cold as this knife."

He stretched out his hand and made a gesture: "Add another 100 taels!"

The man nodded.

The night wind blew across the long street, and the fishy figure went out of the backyard with a knife in his pocket and disappeared into the night.

bang~~ bang bang~~
The sound of beating watch ethereally resounded in the distance of the street. In the courtyard of Yong'an Square, Wang Jinqiu arranged food for Qiao Niang to bring to her son who was sitting under the tree.

He muttered in his mouth: "If it's not inappropriate, then it's inappropriate, ghosts are rare!"

"My son is the reincarnation of the crouching dragon, a character that the consort and the princess can look up to, why should he give his life to a traitor!" "Zhuzi, don't be sad, we can stay at home and live a good life."

Shouting from a distance, under the walnut tree over there, Qiao Niang came over with food, looked timidly at the gentleman under the tree, without saying a word, just sat there without moving, calling softly: "Mr. .”

Bai Yunxiang at the side quickly took the food from the little girl, put it on the stone table, ran into the room, and brought out a jug of wine.

"Uncle, I feel depressed, so I will have a few drinks with my uncle."

The courtyard was empty, there were not many people left, the old man Geng sat with Dachun's father under the eaves and talked about his son's dismissal indignantly, Dou Wei stood in the courtyard as valiantly as a champion of martial arts, looking around vigilantly This is what Geng Qing told him when he came back.

After all, without official status and wanting his life, this is the best time.

The night wind blows through the courtyard, and the branches rustle and dance.

The falling leaves lay quietly on the stone table, a hand stretched out from the side, and threw the leaves outside Zhuo. Geng Qing picked up the chopsticks and put a chopsticks of vegetables into his mouth, looking at the worried second daughter and the busy stove. Mother, smiled.

"Who said I was depressed?"

"The uncle will sit here as soon as he comes back."

"Yeah, I was thinking about something."

"What are you thinking?" Bai Yunxiang blinked curiously.

rustle~~~
The treetops danced, and amidst the sound of stroking leaves, there were footsteps spreading outside the courtyard wall. Geng Qing held up his wine glass and was about to speak, when a figure swung down over the wall, and the moment he got up with a knife in his mouth, his expression froze.

In the courtyard, Geng Qing, Wang Jinqiu, Old Man Geng, Bai Yunxiang, Qiaoniang, Dachun, and Widow Zhang looked over one by one.

"It's so late, you guys haven't slept yet?"

After the thin figure finished speaking in embarrassment, he turned around and was about to climb over the wall. Behind him, Dou Wei pushed past like a chariot, roaring out with a loud voice.

"Come down!"

Crashing, the leaves in the courtyard swayed violently, and the figure climbing up the courtyard wall slipped and fell down with a bang.
Among the fallen leaves under the tree, Geng Qing raised his face and drank the wine in his hand, glanced at the captured assassin, turned his head to look at the swinging lantern under the eaves, and continued what the woman asked him before.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Just now I was thinking about the change of Chang'an."

The night was deep, and the huge Chang'an was immersed in darkness. The sound of the watch still resounded far away in every workshop, and the imperial city in the distance was brightly lit.

West Inner Court.

The eunuch carrying a lantern walked through the palace road, and the patrolling guards stepped aside respectfully. After the other party's joking voice passed, he walked slowly forward again. There were corners that could not be covered by the lights of the palace at the turn of Langyuan. .

In the darkness, the swaying lanterns illuminated the warehouse, and after inspecting a certain window lattice, he knocked on the window frame and continued walking.

Soon, the door of the treasury opened slightly, and a figure of a Taoist came out. Along the direction of the lantern, through the darkness and shadows, it spread rapidly towards the inner garden like a tide.

The night is getting darker, the wind blows across the icy Taiye Lake, and to the south is the brightly lit Zichen Palace, surrounded by burning candles to create a sense of warmth.

Inside the tulle curtains, there was a movement of tossing and turning.

The emperor sleeping on the dragon bed always felt restless in a daze. After a while, Huang Chao sat up and woke up a concubine beside him.

"Your Majesty, why are you awake?"

"None of your business, continue to sleep." The old man put on an unlined garment, opened the curtain and stood up, looked back at the sleepy concubine, and sighed.

"When I'm old, I don't feel as sleepy as when I was young."

Thinking of the matter of telling Cui Qi, Huang Chao became more sober, and he didn't know that the other party would get things done. Once she died, he was going to bring the women from that house to the palace tomorrow, and taste them one by one.

Although he is the emperor now, he is a man first.

"Your Majesty thinks it's better to be young, how about reincarnating into your mother's womb?"

Suddenly cold words resounded in the bedroom, and the emperor who was walking around in his clothes was startled. Looking for the sound, there was a young man in blue at some point in the corner, who was pouring tea from a cup.

"Who are you?!"

Huang Chao's expression changed wildly, and he shouted, "Come here, there are assassins!"

The door opened with a creak, and an eunuch came in. He saw the dancing emperor running towards him, and then looked at the man in Tsing Yi sitting with his back facing him. Then, with a blank expression on his face, he pulled the door back and closed it silently.

(End of this chapter)