The Longest Day in Chang’an

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After the wooden box is opened, there is a cooked leather ink sac on the left, and a short inch-shaped brush and a roll of rough-edged paper are embedded on the right. This is specially prepared for long-distance business trips, with a box as a pad, and you can write on the camel or horseback.

Tianbao three years on January 14th, uncorrected.

Changan, the location is unknown.

For the second time, several open double-lounger cars entered this remote warehouse. This time they loaded not round wooden barrels, but rows of blue and yellow bamboo poles. The spear stood upright. These bamboo poles are three-year-old Xiang bamboos, which are about the thickness of arms and three feet long. Both ends of the bamboo pole are carefully sawed into circular wedges, which should be used for some kind of fitting design. A lot of wet river mud was piled up at the tail of the car.

Along with the car were a dozen grassland craftsmen. They all have big bags under their eyes and a tired face. When they walk, they hold the side of the car, and their steps are slightly vain. They have been working overtime for a few days and almost never closed their eyes.

As soon as the convoy entered the warehouse, several Wolf Guards immediately picked up the broom and cleaned the nearby ruts, and then closed the courtyard door.

Cao Poyan jumped off the first car and directed the car to slowly stop at the edge of the pallet. The entire Chang'an City was in a state of excitement before the Yuan Festival. This small convoy was not transporting dangerous goods and did not attract any attention.

Long Bo walked and chewed the mint leaves. He circled around the car, pulled out a few bamboo poles for inspection, and then tilted his head, indicating that the car could be unloaded. The door of the warehouse was creaked open, and an unpleasant pungent smell floated out of it. It seemed that something was being cooked on the fire. The prairie craftsmen knew that there was Que Lehuo's soul, and they all shouted excitedly, and some people bowed on the spot.

The last process is about to start, Que Lehuo is about to merge into one, and no one can stop the destruction of Chang'an.

"Okay, get in and assemble it quickly." Long Bo gave instructions.

Several buddies walked out of the stack, all covering their mouths and noses with linen dipped in water. They first handed the same linens to the prairie craftsmen, and then orderly took the bamboo poles out of the car and transported them in bundles to the warehouse.

Cao Poyan stood with his arms crossed, watching the whole process silently. Long Bo walked over to him and patted his shoulder: "It's an order to kill the noble right, your last job is to take the wind here, do you understand?"

Long Bo deliberately emphasized the "last one", Cao Po delayed and nodded slowly. Since he was taken off the top hair, it was destined to be sacrificed in Chang'an City, for which he had been psychologically prepared.

But Cao Poyan was still a little dissatisfied in his heart. On such a critical occasion, the right-hand killing of the nobles did not come in person, but instead assigned a guizi person to point fingers. The Right Killer said that he has more important things to deal with, but what is more important than Que Lehuo?

Long Bo picked up a linen to cover his face and walked into the warehouse. Behind him, the warehouse door creaked and closed again. Outsiders have no way of knowing what is going on inside.

Cao Poyan slowly sat down at the door of the warehouse, backed against the pillar, took out the string of colored stone necklaces from his neck, and played in his hands. This is the round beach stone that his daughter had collected by the Yanan River. He used his hands to string the ropes made of white horse's mane and mixed her three hairs with a breath. It is said that no matter how far apart the two are, the soul can communicate with each other. Cao Poyan's fingers slipped past each colored stone dexterously, like a monk in the Central Plains rubbing a rosary. The stone surface is extremely smooth, and I don't know how many times he has been rubbed, and he can calm his heart every time.

Cao Poyan has been cut off by the right killing nobleman. According to the prairie shamans, if he has a heart of betrayal, even if he is dead, his soul will suffer in the local government. However, Cao Poyan didn't care at all. What he really cared about was not the boring thing of his own life, but whether the task could be successfully completed and whether Khan's will could be carried out.

As long as you endure another hour, everything will end. Cao Poyan held the necklace and smiled for the first time.

It didn't take long for the door knocks to be heard outside the courtyard. The rhythm was three short and four long, and repeated four times. Cao Poyan hangs the colored stone necklace back on his neck, but instead of rushing to open the door, he climbs to a nearby high platform and looks out of the door.

He saw that Mage and two others were standing outside the door, still holding a Central Plains woman, frowning unexpectedly.

They went to kidnap Wang Zhongsi's daughter, this Cao Poyan knew. But she should be kept in Wanquan's house in Xiuzhengfang. How can she bring it here? And there are eight Wolf Guards in total. Why are there only three Wolf Guards now?

He quickly opened the courtyard door, let them in, and closed it quickly. Cao Poyan grabbed Mage's collar and asked fiercely in Turkic language: "What the **** is going on?"

Ma Geer felt a little ashamed to say that they had been raided by Chinese detectives. Fortunately, there was a plan to retreat in advance. In order to show that he did not tell lies, he also took out a copper token and a purse. The token reads "Jing'an Ceping", the purse is filled with cigarette pills, tendons, and a crossbow. This was all seized from the fierce spy.

Cao Poyan counted and his face became dignified. These items are exactly the same as the equipment of the soldiers who raid the C6 warehouse before. It can be seen that they are the same group of people-this is a very dangerous signal that the Jingan Division has dug out the connection between the Wanquan House and Wolf Guard.

Cao Poyan didn't dare to underestimate this opponent. The other party is like a spider entrenched in Chang'an City. A slight touch on the spider's web will cause death.

It is not a pity that a Wanquan mansion, the key is how did the Tang people know it? Will other Wanquan residences be exposed as well? Maybe, the army of Jingan Division is already on the way to here. The stupid plan of killing nobles right outside the festival has indeed caused trouble and is likely to endanger the resurrection of Que Lehuo.

Ma Geer sees Cao Poyan's face is not good-looking, quickly pleased: "We brought out Wang Zhongji's daughter, did not let them take away."

Cao Poyan asked: "I remember having caught two women at that time. How did you judge her identity?" Ma Geer replied a bit proudly: "We took them back to Wanquan's house and only noticed her fragrance It's thicker. "After that, he squeezed the dyed undergarment roughly to the sides, revealing a pink undershirt, screamed, but his arms were tightly clamped, and a fragrant fragrance came.

Cao Poyan looked at Wenran and gestured, and ordered her to be taken to the Jingting Pavilion not far away, and then walked to the warehouse. He knocked on the door. The shutter slit opened, and a pungent smell first came out, and then Long Bo leaned out of the head impatiently and lifted the linen from his mouth.

Cao Poyan said that it might be unsafe now, so it is better to withdraw immediately. But Long Bo categorically denied: "This is a critical moment for assembly and cannot be moved-are you sure that Jing Anji has touched it?"

Cao Poyan said: "The Wanquan mansion in Xiuzhengfang has just been attacked by the brigade army. The Mage's people have only escaped less than half of them. So you better think about whether there have been any omissions or negligence in recent actions "

Long Bo was very unhappy, but he saved the entire plan. This Turk who did not perform his duties was critical. "Hey, I and the right killing of the nobles are only cooperative relations, but you are not subordinates of Wolf Guard. I."

Cao Poyan raised his arm in front of him and insisted: "Is your contact point with someone you contact, is it possible to have contact with the house of Xiuzheng Square?"

Hearing this, Long Bo's face changed. He immediately thought of a possibility, but this must not be made public. He asked back: "The mansion is close to Qujiang. It is a spare place for evacuation. What are your people going to do now?" This question asked the crux, and Cao Poyan could only keep silent.

The two had their own words, so they stalemate. Long Bo scratched his head and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I have arranged this warehouse separately. Even if they find Xiuzhengfang, they won't be able to find this place. So, do you feel relieved?"

Cao Poyan's arm is still blocked.

Long Bo stared at his eyes and sighed: "Is the wolf on the prairie all as suspicious as you are?-Well, there is a sickhouse under the flag booth at the west end of this warehouse. Dozens of idle beggars. You hire a few to stay around, so that if a suspicious person approaches, they can notify you in advance. "

"Begging? Are they still doing this?"

Long Bo said: "As long as you give money, they will do everything." Then he leaned over and whispered a few words to Cao Poyan, then slammed the door of the warehouse back-the matter of Que Lehuo. , Not waiting.

Cao Poyan doesn't like Long Bo, but he must admit that Long Bo's suggestion is indeed the best choice at present, which solves the problem of insufficient manpower. Cao Poyan turned around full of thoughts, thinking about how to find the head of the beggar, looked up, and suddenly became furious.

He saw Mager in Jingting, riding on Wenran, tearing her clothes in excitement. When he was in the political workshop, Ma Geer was already burning himself. Just now, he fled all the way with Wenran, his skin rubbed, and the fragrance entered his nose, which made him unable to hold back. Wenran twisted her body and struggled desperately, but couldn't stop the brutal invasion. She only cried and shouted "Daddy", begging for the assistance that could not come.

Cao Poyan dragged Ma Geer away from the woman and slapped heavily. What time is this, still doing these things! Is there any priority?

Ma Geer's eyes were red and he screamed, grabbing Cao Poyan's shoulder. Cao Poyan evaded himself and punched him in the throat, making him speechless with pain. Ma Geer remembered that when he joined Wolf Guard, it was Cao Poyan who taught them the fighting technique.

"Now there is no manpower in the warehouse. You three will roll in for me to work. It is only one last step away from Que Lehuo, don't leave me in trouble here!"

Muggle lifted his pants sternly and walked towards the warehouse with two men. Wenran lay down on the ground to gasp, her chest undulated, and her bun was ruffled. Cao Poyan leaned over and wanted to drag her up, but Wenran stood up, grabbed a gravel on the ground, and slammed it toward his forehead. Cao Poyan didn't expect the woman to try to resist in this situation. He ducked and flew, kicked her in the wrist. The gravel was suddenly dropped to the wellhead and fell into the water with a splash.

Wenran was really desperate this time. The murderousness of this guy in front of him is far stronger than that of the Xionghuo Gang and the pig just now. She rubbed the pain in her wrist and watched the man slowly reach into her arms, closing her eyes decadently.

Unexpectedly, what Cao Poyan produced was not a knife, but a portable boxwood box.

After the wooden box is opened, there is a cooked leather ink sac on the left, and a short inch-shaped brush and a roll of rough-edged paper are embedded on the right. This is specially prepared for long-distance business trips, with a box as a pad, and you can write on the camel or horseback.

Cao Poyan spread out the paper without saying a word, poured out the ink in the ink bag, flushed it with well water, and then passed the brush. Wenran did not know what medicine he sold in the gourd and refused to take it. Cao Poyan handed the brush over again, saying in rigid Chinese words: "You are going to die, leave a last word to your father, otherwise he must be very sad."

What do you mean by these words that make you smell like a cloud?

Cao Poyan knew that she would soon fall into the hands of the right killing nobleman, and the ending must be extremely miserable. But Wenran just cried and called "Daddy", it seemed to touch something in his heart-not the heart of the Turkic Wolf Guard, but the heart of a father.

This woman is the prey to kill the noble right. Even if Cao Poyan objected in his heart, he could not let her go against the order. All he can do is let her leave some last words.

Wen Ran suddenly reacted, these Hu people and Xiong Huo Gang are not all the same way, they obviously mistake themselves for Wang Yunxiu, and intend to kill her. Wen Ran hurriedly shouted that I was not her! I'm not her! I'm called Wenran.

But Cao Poyan didn't believe it at all. He thought the girl was just making excuses for not accepting this cruel fact. He slowly drew out the dagger from his waist and inserted it into the cartridge with a "pop", indicating that he should not struggle in vain, or rather write the last words of his life honestly.

Wenran bit her lip and held the brush again, but tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably. She was kidnapped twice in a row within two hours, and she was exhausted. Now she was forced to such a desperate situation again. She could no longer support it. Fatigue, horror, and fear of death struck at the same time, destroying her defense.

She remembered the terrible things that happened to Wen Jia last year, when she was as alarmed as she is now. If it were not for Eun Gong's refuge, she would be crazy. Extreme grievances flowed from Wenran's heart, what did I do? I just want to live a normal life!

Wen Ran suddenly threw the brush away, and hit Cao Poyan with his head. Cao Poyan's body shook a little, but he didn't move at all. Wenran picked up a sachet from his waist and threw it at him, and a cloud of smoke burst on his chest. Cao Poyan grabbed Wenran's arm and pressed her against the well.

Wenran burst into tears.

Cao Poyan was not angry, he thought it was a good sign that the opponent ’s resistance was collapsing, just like the yellow sheep on the grassland-when they realized that they could not get rid of the wolves, they would kneel on their front legs, bleating Whine.

So he was not angry, leaned over to pick up the brush, and stuffed it into Wenran's hand again. At this time, there was a heavy rumbling sound from the warehouse, which seemed to be the big barrel that fell to the ground.

Cao Poyan was attracted by the sound, but for a few moments, when he looked back again, the pavilion was empty inside and outside, but the figure of Wenran had disappeared.

A dozen martial warriors violently opened the row of round lids of wide-mouthed urns and reached in with a wooden pole in their hands to stir. The ends of these wooden poles were split with several reverse gaps, and when lifted from the urn, the cracks were covered with wet brown muddy oil.

These are freshly squeezed flax oil with a scent. The sun was shining from the gap above the work shed. Seven or eight squeezers in the shed had all been shut down. The bare-chested squeezers stood aside with their arms folded, watching the marquis searched dumbly, without knowing it.

Not far from them, several Confucius officials held oily account books and were checking the number of piles of rapeseed cakes, turnip seed cakes, and sesame seeds at their feet. In the warehouse in the backyard, another group of people were counting more cans and urns, not even letting out the stove for processing cooked oil.

The owner of Youfang hurried out and saw this chaotic situation. At first he was furious, but unexpectedly he was called by an official to say a few words in his ear, his attitude changed greatly, and he nodded and bowed.

Similar things happened at the same time in more than a dozen meat and oil mills in Chang'an City. Regardless of whether it is the imperial palace or the private square that supplies the palace, without exception, they have been thoroughly searched and asked to show the transaction details within the last month. Some proprietors put their backs on their backs and tried to resist, but they were repressed with impunity.

These transactions and inventory figures have been aggregated into the main hall of Jingan Division. There, Xu Bin led dozens of bureaucrats to work hard and check the numbers against the customs declaration records of the city gate to see if there were any discrepancies.

"Qi Jun Si Cheng, no." Xu Bin, holding the unscrewed scroll, carefully reported to Li Bi standing in front of the sand table.

"Nothing?" Li Bi's tone was not good.

"Within one month, all the meat and vegetable miscellaneous oil transactions greater than the five stones, except for the price in the palace, have been traced to the physical inventory, there is no doubt-here is the list."

"What about warehouses outside the city?"

"Oil declarations at the city gate have always been a separate category. Focus on inspection. Hey ... there is no exception." Xu Bin stuttered easily when he was nervous.

Li Bi's face sank, and he threw the dust on the edge of the sand table: "No exception! No exception! Huh, wait for the fire to rise, I see what you say!" Xu Bin leaned down and bowed his head, daring not to talk, nor to talk. He knew that the boss was not reprimanding, but venting.