The night was deep, and the sound of the gangsters at the third day of the morning was far away. In the distance, war horses rushed to the imperial city, and then passed the palace road and entered the brightly lit palace inner garden.

The copper crane lamp post was burning, and the dragon couch floating in the gauze tent was filled with snoring sounds one after another.

In the hazy curtain, the sleeping Huang Wang murmured softly in his dreams. How could he sleep easily after many years of golden swords and iron horses? There was a faint sound of footsteps outside the hall. His closed eyes moved, slowly opened and sat up, awakening his wife Cao who was beside him.

"Husband, you have a nightmare?"

"It's okay, there's just someone outside." Huang Chao respected his wife. He patted her hand gently, took off the bed, gently lowered her feet, sat on the edge of the bed, put on her shoes, and only wore a single piece of clothing. He walked to the hall gate. At this moment, the footsteps outside were approaching, and the person who came whispered: "Your Majesty Huang, something happened outside."

"The cowardly emperor has brought his troops back?"

With a joking tone, Huang Chao asked the little eunuch to open the door of the palace, and the figure bowed outside was his guard in the army, and he was under the jurisdiction of Shangrang.

Of course, I felt relieved. I stepped out of the threshold and whispered to the guards: "Tell me, what happened?"

The Guard knew that the situation was a bit serious and did not dare to say anything extra nonsense. He quickly reported all the news sent by King Deng, who was on the night in the city, without saying a word.

The old man, who was already a little sleepy, said 'Hmm?!' between his mouth and nose, and his voice rose: "Diet? Who killed me?"

"The man has already caught it, but General Deng said that the man was Geng Qing, the official of the Ministry of Justice, who killed someone for King Huang. He has surrendered himself and is waiting for King Huang to fall."

"What did you do? Kill him! All the accomplices will be killed!"

Huang Chao waved his hand roughly, and the single robe she wore slipped down. He quickly grabbed it and wrapped it up again before he captured Chang'an. Someone killed a hero in his own name. Isn't this pushing him up on the fire? What would other brothers who followed him think?

Kill, you must kill! You must also kill in front of the generals!

At this time, the old man was completely sleepy and his expression was rarely angry. However, he walked with his hands in his arms and suddenly spoke: "Slow down!"

He called back the guard who had almost gone down the stone steps of the bedroom. Huang Chao looked at the hazy moonlight that flipped over the west, and the cold silver white shone on his face, and his eyes narrowed.

"How did that man say that he killed Master Zhuang for me?"

"This..." The guard was hesitant, "General Deng did not tell Bei Zhi in detail."

Huang Chao pondered for a moment, "You send a message to General Deng and tell him to bring this person to Tai Chi Hall this morning! I will interrogate myself in front of everyone!"

"yes!"

Looking at the figure running down the stone steps and leaving, the old man walked to the stone guardrail with his hands in his arms, with no sleepiness on his face.

...Haha... This person is one step ahead of me...

Something interesting....

After years of war, the old man who was at the top of the Salt Gang managed the top was to kill the young man who did it first and buried the matter in the ground forever, but at this time he brought the person up to interrogate.

No one knows what he thinks.

In the distance of the night, the imperial city opened again, war horses galloped on the streets, a mansion in the dark city, and burning lights and candles surrounded the lively atmosphere.

The wine glass fell gently from the table. Zhu Wen was laughing a little drunk, but the maid who came over poured the wine. He looked at a scholar sitting opposite him and toasted the filled wine glass.

"Hand-Mr. Xie did not vote for King Huang, but came to vote for me. It was really unexpected. Now, I am full of doubts."

"This is the eye."

The scholar named Xie Tong stood up halfway and met Zhu Wen for a while. His face turned red. After drinking it, he held his sleeve and bowed: "That day, General Zhu followed King Huang into the city. From the distance, he saw the general's style was impressive."

Most of the scholars' words were compliments, and Zhu Wen, who was born as a thief, did not listen to them all, but his smile never stopped and he waved his hands repeatedly:

"Haha, it's too good to eat wine."

"I have never been praised."

Xie Tong shook his head, held the wine glass and put it to his mouth for a moment. He was in the imperial examination hardships. When he saw that the Huang Wang army entering the city was mostly from mud legs, he didn't know how envious he was. It was a pity that he had worked hard to study. After thinking for a few days, he gave up the scholars and came to Zhu Wen's disciple.

There is no way out of this step.

Xie Tong hesitated for a moment, drank all the wine in one gulp, and was filled with alcohol and talked about the failure of the imperial examination.

"The Tang Ting officials were corrupt, their family and country were chaotic, and they did not recruit talents, but instead sent people who were stuffed money to a high position. I also saw through it. Alas..... I am right next to me, there are many talented people, but I can only survive and live a cowardly life. My good friend Qin Huaimian is very skilled in martial arts, has a lot of books, and has all kinds of strategies, but in the end he can only be discouraged. A few days ago, he made new friends named Geng Qing, who is very knowledgeable about literature and works, but his mind is extremely agile. He heard that he came to Chang'an from a farmer without money, which is amazing."

Xie Tong pinched the wine glass, his eyes turned red, and he couldn't hear it when he said this.

"......Think about this kind of talent, but I don't use it. It's a pity. Looking at the world, how many such talents are there without any way to join the country? If the Tang court does not perish, who will perish?!"

On the other side, Zhu Wen put the dishes into his mouth with chopsticks, staring at the drunken scholar who was talking nonsense. At first, he felt as if he was drinking to vent his breath. When he heard it behind, his eyes lit up.

He put down his chopsticks and nodded in agreement:

"It's a pity that such a great talent is gone. My position is vacant. Why don't you recommend the two you mentioned? "

"Haha, what's wrong!"

Xie Tong pressed the table with an elbow, and his upper body leaned forward flutteringly, "My brother Qin is rigid, but he is very skilled in martial arts, but he is not easy to talk about. In addition, Geng Ji often has many tricks and is flexible in his mind, but his character is not good, so it is not easy to attract him."

"Oh? Why are you not good at character?" Zhu Wen frowned.

The scholar was drunk and looked around. He looked around. There was no one else except the maid who poured wine. He said with a smile: "He likes women and women. When he gets together, he and his sister-in-law often get along."

Hearing this, Zhu Wen, opposite, stretched his eyebrows, and grinned, and waved his hands quickly.

"My husband is too worried. This character is not very good, haha..."

It was already dark and the banquet was over. Zhu Wen asked someone to take the drunk scholar to the side room to rest. He touched his chin and walked between the flowerbeds heading to the backyard, savoring Geng Qing mentioned just now, and tsk two tsks in his mouth.

"I am not alone... I am a talent."

...........

Yong'anfang, the people in the courtyard were already asleep, snoring in the yard, and the dark night was in the dark, Qiao Niang, who couldn't sleep peacefully, put on her single clothes, looked at the gate of the courtyard where there was no movement, then went back to the room and lit the oil lamp, supported her chin with her hands, looked at the lights as big as beans, and pouted to wait for the husband to come back.

Before she knew it, her head stumbled and the rooster crowed loudly. She opened her eyes and the blue dark color appeared outside before dawn.

The little girl blew out the lights, pushed open the window, looked at the street outside for a while, clasped her hands in front of her lips, and closed her eyes.

"Dad, you must bless Mr. to come back safely."

Soon, the sun shook through the gaps of the clouds and pushed the dark outline away from the horizon. The intertwined words and the man in his thoughts were sitting in a cell full of musty smell.

The golden Chenyang shone in from the small window above. Geng Qing yawned lazily against the wall, and then saw Tang Baoer sitting opposite the prison, staring at him with red eyes.
Chapter completed!