The Longest Day in Chang’an

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Zhang Xiaojing didn't allow her to move forward, her one-eyed eyes flashed, her hands thumped **** both sides. The horse suddenly suffered from pain, and immediately started panic-stricken in a panic. Tanqi couldn't grasp it and fell off the horse.

Tanqi was so dizzy that he couldn't crawl on the ground. Zhang Xiaojing walked closer, but didn't reach out to help, so she looked down at her so coldly: "Jingan Division has Li Sicheng here. If he can't handle it, what can you do even if you rush back?" "

Tan Qi stood up and turned his face away. How could this cruel cruel executioner understand human emotions? Zhang Xiaojing saw through her thoughts and said mercilessly: "Yes, you care, you are angry, you are human, but these **** emotions are useless to the situation! Look at my mouth-no other. Mom's use. "

This sudden swearing made Tan Qi's face red. She was about to turn her back, Zhang Xiaojing glared at her, and pressed her back with a louder voice: "Do you think this is a game of the rich lady? Let's go. Wrong! This is war! War can't allow any Emotional matters! Everyone must follow orders without compromise! "

Tan Qi had never seen this man so fierce, she could not raise her head because of this scolding.

"I also have good friends in Si, do you think I am not worried? Do you think I don't want to go back immediately? But our task is not to defend Jing An Si! It is to trace Que Lehuduo's whereabouts and keep this Chang'an City! This matter If it is not resolved, the task must continue. "

"First, go back and take a look, and then go to Shoucaolang ..." Tanqi also tried to defend.

"Without that hour! You can only choose one of the two places. You have to make a choice, you have to bear the price." Zhang Xiaojing glared at her, turned around, walked a few steps, and threw it coldly, "Your home The son agrees that you follow me because he believes that you can do something more valuable than serving others. "

After talking about it, he dropped the crying sandalwood and went to the door of the Persian temple. The defender was held by two soldiers and stood beside him. He looked haggard and uneasy, not knowing whether it was good or bad.

There are no missing moments around here, I don't know the hour, but I am afraid that the unitary time is almost halfway through. The lamp market outside has gradually reached a climax, and the sound wave has risen higher than the wave, and the light has continued to increase. Zhang Xiaojing suppressed anxiety and said briefly: "Bring this person, let's go."

So the soldiers packed the assassins into a van, and several soldiers sat in. When he pulled the curtain outside, he could not see the inside.

Zhang Xiaojing led his own mount and was about to leave the temple. Suddenly a hand pulled the bridle beside him, the horse was startled, hissed, and its front hoof raised high. Zhang Xiaojing hurriedly tucked his legs and tightened his abdomen, sticking it firmly on the horse's back, which didn't fall.

He looked sideways and Tanqi was standing in front of the horse. There were still unscarred tears in the corners of her eyes, and Qingli's face was a little more haggard and a little more determined. She let go of her bridle and lifted her chin: "We are even now, let's go."

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaojing to talk, she had turned back on her horse, tied her long hair behind with a piece of string, and then snarled it against the top of her head. In this way, during exercise, the hair will not be scattered and taken off, especially Tanqi's neck is particularly long and the hair is high, which shows that the whole person is cool and dry.

Zhang Xiaojing made no comment, waved his hand, and ordered to leave.

A group of people quickly left the Persian Temple, squeezed a road from the crowd of people watching the lanterns, and ran to Pingkangli with the fastest speed. After walking for a while, this group of people suddenly spread out in front of a cross street and split into two teams and went in two directions. Soon another rider came over from behind, embarrassed for a long time, and finally chose the right side, chasing the horse.

He chased at the door of Yining Square in one go, and the team in front suddenly disappeared. He was about to look for the probe, and suddenly he was surrounded by several riders. Zhang Xiaojing walked out of the shadows and looked closely, his expression was even more unexpected than this middle-aged person: "Deacon Is?"

"Zhang Duwei, don't come unharmed." East straightened his chest and drew a cross on the mule. He was scolded by Zhang Xiaojing just now, but now he is not embarrassed at all, but instead seems to be an old friend reunion.

As soon as he left the Persian temple, Zhang Xiaojing discovered that there was a tail behind him. They set a trap, thinking that they could catch the members of Shoucaolang, but did not expect to be the narcissistic naive deacon of the Persian temple.

"What are you doing with us?"

East tried to maintain a balance on the mule, and said, "The captain is the only one who is strict and disciplined. It's really a divine initiation. I bowed down to reflect on myself. The temple is really too long for justice and neglects self-check. Wei Fenyou. If you can get the slightest help, Jing Temple will not disappoint the court. "

Zhang Xiaojing understood this call. Hidden in the Persian temple is a Turkic right kill and two guarded assassins. This is really going to be revealed. I am afraid that the temple will be unlucky. In order to survive the Nestorianism in Chang'an, Is can only come together to help with a cheeky face, so that he can make a difference.

Zhang Xiaojing squinted one eye immediately, just didn't speak. Isai waited tremblingly, his throat rolled, and swallowed a slobber. He wondered if this remark could impress the fierce god.

Seeing that he had n’t responded for a long time, Iss arched his hands and pleaded with the words: "I ’m not easy to preach in Middle-earth. I urge Du Wei to be gracious outside the law, and I wish to hold the reins and be a precursor. Wei Cha case, do you also need a helper with agile skills, sharp eyesight, and wise mind? "

"..." Even Zhang Xiaojing was speechless this time.

Tan Qi endured for a long time before he could resist the urge to kick this narcissistic mania off the mule. East also felt that it was not appropriate, and quickly changed his mouth:

"When negotiating with the Hu people, as the prince of the Lower Persia, it will certainly help."

The Hu people believe in Sanyi, and Nestorianism is one of the most important cases. As for the "Prince of Persia" Yunyun, only when he boasted. Zhang Xiaojing was finally impressed: "Just do it, but I can't guarantee your safety."

East was overjoyed, hurriedly hitting the mule and keeping up with the team. He went out to catch up too quickly to prepare for the horse, so he took the head mule. Fortunately, there are too many people on the street at this time, and the mules and horses travel at about the same speed. Iz dare not be too close to Zhang Xiaojing, so he went close to Tan Qitao. Tan Qi was worried about his son, and he was too lazy to care about him. Eze had to hang it alone.

They stopped and walked, and finally came to Guanglufang after crowds of people watching lanterns. In front is Zhuque Street, and then it is the jurisdiction of Wannian County. But here, the carriage is really unable to go forward.

At this time, the broad Suzaku Street was full of densely packed people, shoulder to shoulder, invincible, and the black one was so dense that it couldn't pass the wind.

They are all waiting to watch the lights go out.

Pulling lights is not a light, but a team of entertainers singing and dancing on a special cart. These lantern-pulling cars were selected by various government offices and sent to the capital to add color to Shangyuan Lantern Festival. After turning on the lights, they entered the city from three directions: east, west, and south. They walked along the street and performed their skills. Finally, they gathered in front of Xingqing Palace at the fourth hour, that is, when they were ugly. The artist who has received the most appreciation and performance is the "red-chip red chip".

There, the emperor put En Zhun's "red-chip red-chip" on the Qinzheng government building, ignited the largest lamp tower in Chang'an City together, and pushed the festive atmosphere to its climax.

In addition to watching lanterns, Changan people also have a great fun chasing these lanterns. They follow wherever the car goes. Some exceptionally good entertainers have regular followers to follow along every year.

Now in the middle of Suzaku Street, two extremely popular lamp-pulling teams are fighting. On the one side is a hip-hop dancer who bounces a pipa, and on the other side is a half-naked man knocking on all sides. Both of them have band accompaniment. Countless fans huddled around, holding silk sticks and sweating in unison.

Zhang Xiaojing looked at this posture, and I was afraid that the crowd here would not be dispersed within half an hour, and the wide carriage would certainly not be able to wear it. He discussed with others and decided to let the soldier **** the carriage and slowly detour from the south. He took the first step. It's much faster to ride a single ride through Suzaku Boulevard than a few rides plus a car.

Originally Zhang Xiaojing asked Tan Qi to follow the carriage, but she glared: "You don't always say that everyone has to be responsible for their choice? You just wanted me to follow, now you have to throw away again?" She stubbornly pulled the horse The first round.

Zhang Xiaojing had to smile bitterly and agreed. So he and Tanqi left first, and the others walked around.

As for the deacon that followed behind the buttocks, Zhang Xiaojing meant to ignore it, love to follow, and it should be lost.

It was decided that the coachman turned the carriage and headed south. Zhang Xiaojing and Tan Qi came down from the horse immediately and buckled the reins on their wrists a few times. The two horses don't have tortoiseshell to wipe their foreheads and can't run on Suzaku Boulevard. What's more, there are too many people on the avenue now.

So the two were holding the two horses side by side, trying to squeeze through the heavy crowd. The candlelights and lanterns around the surroundings, the tumult of the piano drums, and occasionally the shredded Chun Sheng and spending money were thrown into the air, and they fell slowly, causing a burst of exclamation. The whole avenue is filled with fat powder smell, smelly sweat smell and the fragrant smell of thousands of candles.

The two men and two horses moved forward in silence, looking out of place with the excited crowd. Zhang Xiaojing, who was walking through the crowd, had conquered the murderous and fierce, low-key like it did not exist. On several occasions, excited tourists bumped into him, only to discover that there were still people here. Tan Qi turned his face several times, trying to say something to Zhang Xiaojing, but he didn't know what to say.

Deng Tuozi, a prisoner of death, the fierce **** Yan Luo, a gentleman who refuses to let a woman die, a cool official, an officer, a ranger ... In just a few hours before, Tan Qi has seen many faces of Zhang Xiaojing, but she still treats this person Difficult to grasp. Today, this messy crowd is like gurgling water, which has washed away the exaggerated paint on Zhang Xiaojing's body, revealing the original texture.

In Tanqi's mind, two words are condensed: loneliness.

Zhang Xiaojing's figure is very lonely. The more lively around, the stronger this feeling of loneliness. He walks through the most prosperous and most prosperous place in this world, but he seems to be placed in two paintings with the surroundings, although close to each other, but never blend.

In a sense, he is farther away than this son.

She thought so, her head fell down unconsciously, holding the reins with her hands, and hummed her husband's song softly. The song lingered, and stayed beside them. Although the voice is low, it has never been submerged by the noise outside.

This is the tone of happiness for the villagers in Qishan area when they worship the gods and drink blessings. Although they are close to vulgar, they have their own true meaning. The son said that the rhythm of this song was handed down from the ancient times, it can be reflected on the moon, and it can reach the original heart.

At this time, the sky and the moon hung in the sky, round and bright, with a cold light. Tanqi believes that the moon has been induced, but I don't know who can reach it in the beginning.

Singing and walking, Tan Qi suddenly discovered that Zhang Xiaojing was holding the reins, but his thick fingers tapped the copper ring on the bridle, which coincided with the beat of the Muhu song. His movements are very secretive, it seems embarrassing to make people discover.

Tan Qi smiled lightly without breaking, and continued to hum. The two sang one beat in tacit understanding, and just walked through the noisy crowd. Zhang Xiaojing's gait seemed easier.

The two took a full time to squeeze out the crowd. When Tan Qi saw the wall of Xingdaofang, he was relieved and could not help but sigh: "If the Wanglou is still there, at least we can tell us in advance where it is not blocked."

Since the Jingan Division was attacked, the entire Wanglou system has ceased to function. In fact, most of the watchtowers are still in operation, but there is no central coordination of the big watchtowers. They are just scattered watchtowers, which cannot be integrated.

There is no real-time update of the news in Chang'an City, which makes Jing'an people feel inconvenienced.

Thinking of this, Tan Qi looked back at Guangdefang, and there was a deep worry in his eyes. She chose to go to Pingkangli, and she believed that the son would change where he was and would choose the same way, but he was worried about this emotion and could not control it.

Suddenly Zhang Xiaojing strangled his mount and turned to grin at Tan Qi: "You reminded me, I'll give you a trick." Tan Qi was stunned, not knowing why he said this.

Zhang Xiaojing took a folded purple lantern from the sack next to the horse. He pulled the lantern back up again, lit it, and then unfolded a long bamboo pole folded into three folds to lift the lantern high. Tanqi is a bit inexplicable. This set of equipment was used by Jing’an Division ’s field staff to communicate with the Wanglou at night. The Dawanglou is now gone. What is the point of using this story?

Zhang Xiaojing picked up a purple lantern, swinging it up and down regularly, sometimes covering up and sometimes raising it. Tan Qi is not very familiar with this set of Deng Yu, I don't know what he wants to express. Zhang Xiaojing put his index finger to his lips, booed, and asked her to wait and see.

Not long after, the Wanglou of Xingdaofang lit a purple lantern, flashed several times, and seemed to have received a message from Zhang Xiaojing. Immediately south of the Kaihuafang Wanglou, a purple lantern was also lit, with a flashing frequency similar to Xingdaofang.

Zhang Xiaojing continued to shake the lantern, and Guanglufang and Zuoyefang also responded in the distance. After a short time, Anren, Fengle, Wuben, Chongyi ... The watch towers around Zhufang, all awakened one after another, and the purple lights were blinking and blinking, and they were quickly connected together, all echoing Zhang Xiaojing's actions. The scene was like the Tianshi star.

Zhang Xiaojing inserted the bamboo pole with the purple light on the buckle behind the horse, and then said to Tan Qi: "Now the Wanglou system is back in operation. But their center is not Guangdefang Dawanglou, but me." Speaking of which, he raised his left thumb and nodded on his chest.

"I am now the center of Jingan Division."

Tan Qi's eyes widened, which was really more magical than tricks. Why did he take over the watchtower so easily and became the highest-ranking commander?

Zhang Xiaojing re-mounted the horse, and the horse trembled, shaking the purple light that was raised up with the buttocks.

"Don't forget, Li Shicheng granted me the authority of the fake Jiewanglou in Shenchu. This order has never been revoked."