Chapter 105 Trapping Li Shilang

Although the front had already fought with King Zhao's army, life in Chang'an City was still lived as it should be.

The willows are green, the grass is green, all kinds of birds are chirping, and another spring comes. The nobles held a banquet to appreciate the spring, with flutes and flutes, and beautiful women sang and danced; the commoners dug up wild vegetables, mixed with minced meat and wrapped fresh wontons, and ate the spring dishes; the new scholars were proud of the spring breeze and rode their horses in Chang’an; the street wore light spring shirts. The little lady's eyes turned bright, and the eyes of the young man opposite were straight...

It's not yet the Shangsi Festival, which is even more lively.

The Imperial Army has nothing to do with this, the world is like this, the customs are like this. In fact, the Imperial Guard, Marquis of Wu, and Fang Ding were also a little tired. Did that person Xu run away early?

In a private house in Shengpingfang, several attendants blocked the door of the hospital and crossed their hands to beg for approval: "Shiro, you should go out less. Although the inspection outside is not strict now, there are still your paintings on the intersection of the street and Qu. What about shadow graphics?"

Li Xie pointed to his face, "I'm like this, can I still see it?"

The attendants looked at the sick scholar with dark yellow face, eight-shaped eyebrows, and a beard in front of them, and looked at each other in embarrassment. Shiro always cherished his appearance, and now "self-defeating" is really difficult for him, but...

One of the leaders said: "Shilang, Colonel Ren is coming back from inquiring about the news, can you wait for him to go out?"

Li Xun became more and more unhappy, "Is he worthy of letting me wait?"

Ren Feng has been in ambush in Chang'an for many years, and his articulation is quite slick, but Li Xie is not a fool. It can be seen that he is from Qiao Hai. His perfunctory glibness was more annoying than Johanna's stubbornness.

Before planning to assassinate the emperor, Qiao Hai pretended to be a loyal minister, pleaded guilty with a solemn bow, and begged Li Xie to avoid him, saying that Shiro's status was precious, and if he made a mistake, he would not be able to atone for his sins, etc. , Although Li Xun felt that the old man Qiao was too careful, but he was soft-hearted and agreed to let Ren Feng take him to avoid it elsewhere.

Later, the assassination attempt really failed. Li Xian was not surprised, and he did thank Qiao Hai a little. Fortunately, this old man was shrewd and cautious...

But now, like a trapped beast, every day is nesting in this small house and can't see the sun. The key point is that Li Xie is really anxious because he doesn't know when such a day is going to end. Ren Feng said that the fight had already started. Thinking about the emperor's clothes already made at home, will Aye ascend to the throne? In order to stabilize the hearts of the people, will he make Saburo the crown prince? Even release Erlang? He used to love Erlang very much...

Li Xing wanted to go out, but the servants couldn't stop him.

Afraid of attracting attention, he only brought two bodyguards, all of whom were brought from the Zhao Wangfu. Walking on the street, Li Xian was still a little timid at first, but when he left the door, the Fang Ding just glanced at them casually. He encountered a few banned soldiers on the road, and nothing happened, and his courage was strong. .

It wasn't the first day that Li Xun went out. He knew that there were two places to go to find out the news, one was the restaurant and restaurant, and the other was the Qinlou Chu Pavilion. After drinking too much, there is a beauty in his arms, and his mouth can say anything. Thinking of the wine shop, he thought of Shen Ji, Li Di pursed his lips, and went straight to Pingkangfang.

Entering Pingkangfang, the sound of the orchestra is full of ears, Qiluo is full of beauties, and Li Xun relaxes. This is how people live.

After finding a not-so-obvious but comfortable and elegant yard, Li Xing walked in, sat in the corner of the hall, ordered drink cakes and cakes, and listened to a prostitute playing the pipa and singing.

"...One branch of red and bright dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rains of Wushan are heartbroken..." The song was Li Taibai's Qingping tune.

After singing, someone said, "Is there anything new? I'm tired of hearing this all day long."

The prostitute gave a slight blessing and said with a smile: "Scholars of the new divisions, the new words were the most at this time in previous years, but this year's words are a bit more sonorous, I'm afraid it's not suitable for the gentlemen to listen to when they are drinking."

Because of the battle with King Zhao, or because of the assassination attempt by many scholars at the Shenji liquor store and the "Red Heart Banquet" that followed, the poems made by the new scholars this year were less flamboyant and fragrant, and more Some generous and tragic meaning. Such words are really not suitable for singing at this time, and there are very few people who can sing well.

The prostitute smiled and said: "There is a new piece of music here, it is said that it was written by a famous Ji of a certain northern country and a gentleman of an aristocratic family."

The guests laughed: "Young Master Beauty, this is good! That's it!"

The prostitute was polite again, saying that she was not yet skilled, please don't laugh at the gentlemen.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh, just sing! Yunniang Tankou, even humming, is also nice." A guest teased.

The prostitute smiled and spat at the man, tuned the strings, and began to sing.

"The sycamore leaves set the sun, when you travel far away..."

Li Xing was shocked.

"...Xianyang night banquet, painting screens late to sleep in spring. New fat marks on the arms, no memory of the old man's infatuation..."

This is clearly what he looked like when he parted with Feng Niang that day! Feng Niang is named Feng Niang, so her yard is called Bitong Courtyard. After dating Feng Niang, she instructed not to indulge in traveling in Chang'an and forget about the old friends.

Li Xing was so nervous, I'm afraid it was because he thought too much. After all, Autumn Indus is often used in poetry, and it's common for women to think about new people and old people, but isn't it a coincidence? The name of the North Country...

If you sing it for yourself, who is behind the scenes? Of course it's not Feng Niang, will she come to pick up her family? Family members know their temper best. In this kind of place, singing this fragrant tune is the least likely to arouse suspicion, and the words are full of hope.

But could it be a trap set up by the banned military? But how did they know they would be here? Do you know Fengniang and Bitongyuan again?

Li Xing thought about these possibilities over and over again, his heart pounding, he wanted to take a gamble, but he was afraid of losing the gamble.

A few guests over there stopped listening to the song, and they served wine and food, and each of them put their arms around a lady who served wine, and ate wine.

"We are fighting in the north. I don't know if we can eat such comfort food in the future."

"Hey - worry about it."

I was worried before: "I heard that the Northern Capital's soldiers and horses are very strong."

"No matter how strong you are? Did you not hear that King Zhao was sick? What did they assassinate the saint for? Wasn't it just for that position? King Zhao is so old, and now he is sick—"

"Why didn't I hear that King Zhao was sick?"

"You are patronizing your new wife Ru, how can you know?"

Several people burst into laughter.

Li Xing thought for a while, and was worried. He took the two attendants to another house. Sure enough, he heard the new song "Northern Kingdom's Mingji", and confirmed the news of his father's illness again.

Li Xie couldn't wait, so he just asked the singer to go to the room and sing to himself slowly.

"I don't know who taught this song to the little lady? It sounds like a friend of mine."

"The lyrics of this song were taught to slaves by two Langjuns. They said that the girl from his family missed this Langjun very much, so they asked people to come to Beijing to find them." The prostitute laughed.

The prostitute knows that the so-called "friends" are mostly the prince himself. Looking at the tuberculosis ghost in front of him, the prostitute was very disappointed, thinking what kind of Tanlang he was. It can be seen that the literati can sing and sing poems and words, but I can't believe it.

Li Xie frowned and looked at her, "Did they ever say where they live?"

"It is said to be in the Qingyun Temple in Changxingfang."

Li Xie nodded, smiled, asked the attendant to give the prostitute some money, and walked out with his hands behind his back.

The prostitute weighed the money, recalling his smile and his posture and gait just now, and it was a bit romantic. In such a place, accustomed to seeing strange things and strange people, the prostitute pouted, put the money in the purse, and went on to sing.

When Li Xun returned to his residence, Ren Fengzheng was anxious to get angry. Seeing him coming back, he finally felt relieved, and was about to persuade him when Li Xun asked, "Why didn't you tell me that my father was sick?"

Ren Feng smiled apologetically: "This news is not yet accurate, and I told Shiro, it was nothing to worry about."

Li Xing looked at his slick face, and suddenly guessed, could he be Saburo's person? As long as I stay here...I then persuade myself to dispel this concern, Old Man Qiao is all for Aye, Saburo and Qiao Hai...not.

Li Xun loosened his expression and told Ren Feng what happened today.

Ren Feng frowned, why didn't they contact him? Immediately, it occurred to me that the place where Zhao Wangfu was originally located was found by the Imperial Army, and now it is his private place. Although the Imperial Guard could not find their own people, neither could the people from Zhao Wangfu.

Ren Feng listened to Li Xing's words, and like him, he was both moved and skeptical.

After thinking for a moment, Ren Feng and Li Xing said, "Don't worry Shirou, I'll go visit this Taoist temple in person, and then make a decision."

Li Xie applauded with a smile: "In this way, there will be Colonel Lieutenant."

Ren Feng smiled apologetically, it's not easy to get this gentleman's good face.

On the second day, Ren Feng went to visit the Qingyun Temple in person.

After most of the day, Ren Feng came back.

"How's it going?" Li Xing asked hurriedly. Seeing Ren Feng's face clearly, Li Xing's heart sank.

"Sure enough, it was a trap. There were guards in cross-dressing guards there. Thanks to my quickness in seeing the opportunity, I had to escape."

Li Xi frowned at him.

"Don't worry, Langjun, I wandered around and went around the East Market again before I came back. No one followed."

Li Xie was relieved, disappointed, and doubtful, how did the Imperial Army know about his own affairs?

Suddenly, there was a sound of swordsmen outside. Everyone in the house was shocked, and before they could think about it, the windows and doors had been broken open at the same time, and a group of forbidden troops broke in.

Ren Feng and others still wanted to protect Li Xie and kill him, but Li Xie had already seen the bowmen on the wall outside through the broken window.

Li Xing waved his hand, that's all...

Qin Xiang walked in and said with a smile: "Shiro, go with the slave into the palace?"

After taking Li Xie away, Qin Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. Although Jingzhao Lin Shaoyin had a good plan this time, the forbidden army did not do anything bad at the critical moment. He followed a spy like this for a long time, but he was not lost or let him see it. The forbidden army, no one has this ability anymore.

Lin Yan felt the same way. He and Shen Shaoguang talked about how to use the information found in the northern capital and Shen Shaoguang's "comfort zone" speculation to create an introduction in Pingkangfang, and how to "fight grass to scare the snake" in the Taoist temple and the process of the forbidden army's pursuit. The technique is truly unparalleled, and Jingzhao can't compare." He looked rather envious.

Shen Shaoguang served him a bowl of spinach and egg drop soup, and said with a smile, "Jingzhao also has its own benefits. For example, that song's lyrics can fool Li Xie. It's very touching, right?"

Lin Yan raised the corner of his mouth.

Shen Shaoguang looked like he was waiting for his explanation.

Lin Yan licked his lips and read to listen to her.

Shen Shaoguang's complexion is getting worse and worse, and he can write such fragrant things...

Seeing her pursed lips and her almond eyes staring slightly, Lin Yan only thought she was extremely cute.

"Lin Shaoyin—"

Lin Yan raised his hand to touch her hair on the temples, and smiled softly: "You have never been jealous of me, this taste is very good..."

Shen Shaoguang tilted his head and let go of his hand, but he didn't understand his hatred, and twisted his arm.

Lin Yan laughed more and more, "It wasn't me who wrote it, how could I have time to write this? It was written by a money recorder from Jingzhao." That one is indeed a bit romantic.

Shen Shaoguang's expression darkened slightly, and he warned: "You have to remember that when you marry me, you must not have any concubine, concubine or dancer. Even if you go out for a banquet, you should be polite, otherwise—"

Shen Shaoguang was still thinking about what cruel words to say, but Lin Yan had already smiled and said, "Before I met you, no one had ever caught my eye; after I met you, there was nothing else in my eyes."

Lin Yan looked rather solemn: "Ah, there will be no 'other'."

Shen Shaoguang couldn't help squinting and laughing, and added a spoonful of soup to him: "This spinach is very tender, Langjun drink more."

Lin Yan's eyebrows jumped.

Shen Shaoguang looked at him suspiciously, "Are you a picky eater? I always think you seem to have a prejudice against spinach."

The author has something to say: Before I met you, no one had caught my eye; after meeting you, there was nothing else in my eyes.——Imitate what Mr. Qian Zhongshu wrote to Mr. Yang Jiang.