The sun rises to the clouds, the banner with the word "Tang" falls over, thrown away under the towering city walls, and the outline of the palace extends from the patrol of the Rebels.

Dong!

The bell rings at the bell tower, and the cavalry and soldiers rushed in and out of the imperial city gate.

In the Jiying Hall of Tai Chi Palace, personal guards stood with swords. One by one, the soldiers walked through the eaves with their dishes, and turned into the open hall with thick hands and feet. The banquet was spread out, and the big round tables were filled with dishes and wine. They were all generals from the bottom, rough and heroic, and they did not care about too many rules.

The wine bowls were mixed with wine. The tall king Deng had fought with someone, drank the bottom of the bowl in one sip, pulled off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it. Meng Juehai pulled a general named Zhu Wen and joked. He had played a trick with the old eunuch before, but he couldn't drink. When the other party was old, he could not say that he could break his internal organs by a palm. Speaking of this, he pulled Zhu Wen and sighed, saying why he had changed his palm more to make more contributions.

On the imperial stairs, Huang Chao, who was 60 years old, looked at the generals who were drinking and chatting below, and smiled with satisfaction. He also had some plans for the next one. He robbed and left, and stayed, and achieved the imperial career in this most prosperous city in the world.

If this is the case, the previous one should be abandoned, and try to leave a group of court officials as the foundation, and the old brothers will supervise them, appease, win over nearby counties, attract refugees, and build a stable rear.

However, I had hopes for the matter of leaving the court officials before. But when I saw Zhuang Renli bringing the body of his son-in-law Yu Cong back, I knew that some contradictions were irreconcilable.

Soon, his order was conveyed. The former Tangting officials of the fourth rank and above were removed. They were not allowed to work as usual at the fourth rank and below. In order to win over the lower rank, a group of promotions were selected from the bottom to show their gifts.

That night, the palace was brightly lit, and the bronze beast lamp post swayed in flames.

Huang Chao sent him over to urge his wife Cao, and lay down in the Long Case to search the list of people who had always been there. They were all low-level officials, and they just needed to promote a few from below.

Unexpectedly, I can have today too.

The old man looked at the long list of names on it, took the imperial pen from the pen holder and dipped it in cinnabar, and clicked on the few names on the list, as if he was back in the past, someone else reviewed his test paper, and gently drew a circle on it.

One of them is Geng Qing.

Then, he closed the roster and threw it aside, stretched tiredly, "I hope these people will repay their kindness and work diligently for me."

While murmuring, the old man put down his pen and left the study room, handed over the list to the waiter outside the hall. Soon, he quickly ran out of the imperial city and went to the gates and provinces.

The night is not yet dark.

In the last rays of sunset, the city walls were majestic and magnificent. There were thousands of lights rising in the city. In the courtyard of Yong'anfang, everyone sat around and had dinner lively. While they were talking and making noise, Qiao Niang saw the figure in the attic and opened the door and wiped the rice grains at the corner of her mouth, quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks, got up and added a pair of chopsticks.

"I won't eat anymore, I'll go eat something later." Geng Qing called the little girl, turned her head and attracted everyone who was very light-hearted. He handed him a letter in his hand, gave him a few words, and then patted the man on the shoulder and told him to go faster. Afterwards, he smiled at Dou Wei and the remaining gangs and said, "Get full quickly."

Wang Jinqiu didn't know what his son was going to do, so he pushed the bowls and chopsticks to him, and looked at the lonely figure under the walnut tree.

"Who is the woman you brought back? She is a little older, so you are not allowed to like someone older than you."

Bai Yunxiang subconsciously raised her face, and Wang Jinqiu gave her a blank look.

"You don't count."

The woman then pursed her lips and smirked her head back. Geng Qing took the bowl and chopsticks and pressed her mother back to her seat, explained a few words casually, then picked up some dishes in the bowl and walked to the old tree in the yard.

As soon as the person left, Dachun quickly put down the bowl, and pointed the chopsticks quietly at the woman under the tree, and whispered: "I know, I saw Dazhu, carried out from the prince's mansion..."

Before he could finish his words, his father knocked on his head, and the old man looked stern.

"Eat your meal and don't talk nonsense."

"Oh." Dachun rubbed his forehead and replied weakly.

At the same time, under the walnut tree in the yard, the lights on the other side of the kitchen were shining. In the dim and dim light, Princess Guangde sat on the table and stool with her skirt. Because of her crying, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked at the fallen leaves on the ground without any spirit.

Even though I was forty and had experienced many ups and downs with my husband, I was a woman and emotional after all.

The night wind gently caresses, and the branches and leaves reflected in the lights sways on the ground. Geng Qing walked over, looked at the woman's dull expression, and said nothing, silently putting the bowls and chopsticks on the stone table.

‘…I’ll get some sacrifices for the prince consort’s spiritual seat.’

Sitting next to him for a while, Geng Qing spoke softly, looked at Shichen, and then stood up to greet Dou Wei, Qin Huaimian, Jiuyu and others who had almost finished their meals.

Jiuyu was an eunuch. He came over to salute Princess Guangde, turned around and followed Geng Qing out of the mansion. After a while, three carriages drove out of Yong'anfang. When passing by Taipingfang, some carriages were from far to near and stopped in a staggered manner. There were figures dressed in the yamen and pushed a prisoner off the carriage and handed them over.

"Uncle Lin, I've made you wronged." Geng Qing poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it over, "When we met, I just went to the Ministry of Justice to be an official, and a small official was not easy to tell the head of Zhuang, for fear that it would be a bait at that time, and the court would beat them all in one place."

"Well, Lin understands."

I think when I came to prison, I suffered a lot of torture. Lin Laien's words were a little confused and his spirit was not very good. When he heard the rebel army entered Chang'an, he wanted to return to Zhuang Renli, and he looked a little excited. He took the herbal tea and drank it all in one sip, constantly urging Dachun, who was driving outside, to speed up.

The carriage was bumping, Geng Qing kept sitting upright and shook slightly. After saying it, he remained silent. Lin Laienchu ​​released it and had many things to say. Seeing his serious look, he asked Geng Qing if something was wrong?

The light of the lantern hanging from the eaves outside shone into the curtains of the car and landed on Geng Qing's face. Then the light disappeared and the carriage fell into darkness again. His face appeared with a smile, and he shook his head, his voice was very soft.

"A small matter is that too many people died in the city, and I feel a little heavy. Uncle Lin should not care."

"There are no ones who can't die in war. You are young and you see less."

Lin Laien was a little hungry and asked Geng Qing for some food. He leaned against the carriage and said, "Baoer is not much different from you. There are so many dead people she has seen, so she won't care."

The thick man raised one leg and pressed his elbow on his knees and continued.

"Warning and killing in the world, anyway, people who die are not considered humans. They are no different from cats and dogs. If you experience too much in the future, you will be so numb."

"Uncle Xie Lin answered his doubts."

Geng Qing looked at him and nodded with a smile.

Soon, the carriage was driving gradually stopped. When he arrived at the place, Lin Laien lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage. This was a mansion of a court official, with a pair of stone lions, and red lanterns hanging high on both sides of the lacquered gate.

Geng Qing followed him, looked at Qin Huaimian and Jiuyu who were getting out of the other two cars, and bowed to the rough man and made a gesture of inviting him.

"Uncle Lin, I'm here, please."

"Please!"

The rough man here said a few words and pulled Geng Qing to knock on the gate of the courtyard with excitement. The man who opened the door was a man from the martial arts world. Seeing Lin Laien, he looked happy and quickly opened the door and let a few people in.

"Brother Lin, hurry in, the national master is waiting for you inside."

"Hahaha!"

Lin Laien was naturally indifferent to his mood when he could come back. He hugged the man and quickly walked over to the front yard. The middle hall was full of banquets. The crowd of people from the martial arts world walked back and forth and laughed and scolded and persuaded him to drink. One of the tables was still empty.

Zhuang Renli, Tang Baoer, and the Chen brothers were sitting nearby seats waiting for the news. When they heard Lin Laien's laughter from afar, Tang Baoer happily turned around and shouted to the old man: "Uncle Lin is back, and that liar has indeed kept his promise."

"Um."

The old man gently caressed his long beard, and in his eyes, the figure coming came into the lantern area. The first person was Lin Laien, one of his capable subordinates.

"Sect Master!"

Lin Laien walked into the middle hall and saw the first old man sitting upright. He clasped his fists with both hands and knelt down on one knee. Geng Qing and Qin Huaimian were following him. Jiuyu raised his hand casually to signal it.

"Get up, just come back. Let's go back to the room and wash up first. I've already boiled the bath water!"

When Zhuang Renli saw his subordinates coming back, he was also happy. He pulled the other person up, patted his shoulder, and praised him a few times, and sent the person to the backyard. Then he turned his eyes to Geng Qing and sent someone to tea. When he sat down, the other person sat down. Such manners made the old man more and more appreciating the young man.

"You are very good, why not vote for me?"

"No matter what the national master says, he can't even recognize the words below. He only knows some cleverness and cannot be regarded as a high-profile teacher." Geng Qing blew tea, took a sip, and refused politely in his joke.

After chatting casually, he looked at Tang Baoer who was looking at him with his chin on his face. Geng Qing stood up and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"I will give you my teacher."

Zhuang Renli also stood up, as expected, not allowing the young man to join his disciple, so he was naturally a little unhappy. Geng Qing, who was getting up from the first place and had already reached the threshold, suddenly stopped and looked at the stars in the dark night outside.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high... Why did the national master want to kill King Huang?"

Um?!

Zhuang Renli was stunned, and the group of people around him who were making noise and eating mats stopped and looked at the backs at the door in surprise.

The cold moonlight shone on the courtyard, and his eyes seemed to be covered with silver frost. Geng Qing blinked and took two more steps out, slowly turned around, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold looking at the old man in the middle hall.

"The Huang King is giving charity and righteousness, and it is difficult to travel across the north and south. The national teacher has his own selfish desires and kills great sages, destroys the future of the Huang King, and makes the people feel disappointed. He really has ulterior motives!"

Geng Qing suddenly waved his sleeves and his voice raised: "The national teacher intends to rebel and stand on his own, take it down-"

Everyone in the hall looked at each other, and some even looked at the young man outside the door like an idiot. However, the next moment, a shrill cry came from the side compartment not far from the backyard, hundreds of figures climbed over the wall, drew their swords and lowered one by one.

A patrolman drew his sword and rushed over, and a knife cut out the darkness, directly chopping the person to the ground. In the other directions, hundreds of constables from the Ministry of Justice, Wang Feiying, and Tu Shifei, held guns and whips, did not speak, and walked silently into the light range under the eaves of the central hall.
Chapter completed!