The Longest Day in Chang’an

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These two horses are chasing me, running on the streets of the square, and stopping from time to time, making a huge smoke. Pedestrians on the road dodged, causing more riots.

Tianbao is set for three days on the 14th of January, early in the afternoon.

Chang'an City, Chang'an County, West City.

The market in West City has not been depressed by the riots just now. As the afternoon approached, the squires of the people in Zhufang, the purchase of white robes in the Gaomen Mansion, the officials waiting to be elected in Beijing, and the literary scholars from all over the country all swarmed in the hope of rushing to buy the latest Hu goods . Even in the crowd, many female families who have their heads in Chunsheng can be seen. They do n’t worry about others, and they have to choose by themselves.

Zhang Xiaojing was walking on the street, walking like a fly. Behind him, followed closely by a young, round-faced young man. This person is called Yao Runeng, and he was a young official who joined the Jing'an Division soon. Jingfu was born and had the ability to remember. Li Bi sent him to assist Zhang Xiaojing in his investigation-of course, he also kept a watchful mind.

"Zhang Duwei, where are you going?" Yao Ru could not help asking. Zhang Xiaojing's footsteps are too fast, and there are many people around him. He must do his best to keep up.

Zhang Xiaojing kept walking: "Rou Jia Yu Zhen Fang."

Yao Ru could have heard of the name of Rou Jia Yu Zhen Fang, but it was a shop dedicated to women's facial and mouth fat. The shop is full of secret ointment from the big food sellers, the effect is excellent, it is quite famous in the circle of ladies in Chang'an City, the owner is a wealthy merchant who can count in Western cities.

Yao Runeng suddenly stopped him one step ahead: "Please explain the purpose of going here." Zhang Xiaojing frowned: "What time is it, you are still here to chatter!" Yao Runeng said seriously: "You have a special status now, and you must act First explain the reason, so that Li Sicheng can rest assured. "

"What if I don't explain?"

Yao Runeng grabbed the handle of his waist: "I can grab you back at any time." His voice just fell, Zhang Xiaojing stretched out his fingers, grabbed the blade of the blade at once, and gently broke, then the knife would leave. Yao Ru could hurry to grab sideways, not to guard Zhang Xiaojing's foot, he fell to the dust immediately.

Zhang Xiaojing looked down at him and said coldly: "If I really want to run, you have died a few times now."

After he turned around and left, Yao Run was able to climb up from the land in embarrassment, not to take the soil off his body, and shouted, "Hey, Zhang Duwei, you are doing this, but I want to report it!"

Zhang Xiaojing ignored him and walked straight forward. Yao Runeng could only follow him angrily.

Yuzhenfang is located in the north side of the second lane of the southeast of the west city. It needs to turn a corner, which can just block the noise and sight of the outer street.

When entering the square, there are three walls of pepper-smelling mud on the front. Nine rows of long shelves are arranged on the top. The shelves are covered with powder silk, and large and small glass bottles and porcelain are placed on the top. At this time there were only a dozen women in various colors, and they whispered their heads from time to time to reveal their white necks. The smell of Jiaxiang gently permeated the surroundings and was intoxicating.

The man was a man when he saw the door, and he was dumbfounded. Zhang Xiaojing shook his waist card and said in a deep voice: "Jingan Division is working, take me to see the shopkeeper." The man also spoke, Zhang Xiaojing glanced at the women with one eye. The guy did n’t dare to disturb the customer, so he had to talk to the shopkeeper, but Zhang Xiaojing grabbed his arm and walked straight to the square: "The military needs nothing to delay, I will go with you!" The knife handle slammed his waist, and he dared not move.

In this way, Zhang Xiaojing dragged the two war-fighting men and sternly walked towards the back. Yao Ru can follow, but he has no objection to this approach. Time was urgent, how could he be allowed to go back and forth slowly.

Behind the square is a large open courtyard. A Huzi fat man is leaning on the Persian blanket of crocheted tufted flowers. He holds a tall cup in his left hand, supports the hidden sac under his elbow, and sits with his left leg bent. A little black boot next to him stood holding the pot. A beautiful singer in the atrium is singing "Spring Warbler" around a plum tree, singing and dancing.

As soon as they came in, Zhang Xiaojing couldn't continue singing and dancing. The two guards walked over to stop, but the owner frowned and waved them away: "Is your Excellency ...?"

"Jing An Si Du Wei, Zhang Xiaojing." Zhang Xiaojing let go of his buddy, showed his waist card, and then motioned to Yao Ru to close the courtyard door.

"Oh ... but Zhang Yanluo in Wannian County?" The owner has been in Chang'an for many years. He is heard by people with a little fame. Wan Nian Zhang Yi glance, known as the five Lord Yan Luo-vicious and destructive, is a killer to suppress the east side of the gangsters. But ... I heard that he was arrested and sentenced to hang for several months earlier. Why was he released from prison again?

Zhang Xiaojing bowed his face expressionlessly: "There are a few questions, please ask Zun Jia."

The owner extended his right index finger and slid slowly along the beard at the corner of his mouth until it reached the tip of the whisker, before he put it down. Zhang Yanluo has no money for the holidays? Actually blackmailed to the head of Yuzhen Square, and did not ask about the relationship between this square and the palace.

"Come here, take a piece of silk for Master Zhang."

Guanding Susi is forty feet long and is used for ordinary transactions. For long-distance transportation, it is necessary to stack another forty feet, which is called the road silk, which is only suitable for the mule horse to carry, and ordinary people cannot take it away at all. The shopkeeper deliberately humiliated Lusi.

Want money? Then go out on your own as a beast.

Zhang Xiaojing stepped forward to take the posture. The shopkeeper smiled contemptuously, but before his smile disappeared, he watched the white light flash in front of him, and put a sharp blade on his neck.

Not to mention the shop owner, even Yao Runeng was surprised. He thought that the dead prisoner had a relationship with the shopkeeper. Yao Ru was able to pull out his saber, but he did not know whether to cover Zhang Xiaojing or stop him.

At this time, a group of Yuzhenfang's guys rushed in. Yao Runeng's heart and knife were at the same time, learning Zhang Xiaojing's expression and said sharply: "Jingan Division will do it for me!"

Zhang Xiaojing's voice remained indifferent: "My question has not been asked yet."

"Dare you move me, just wait to be killed!" The shopkeeper became angry and angry.

Zhang Xiaojing lowered his head and leaned into the shopkeeper ’s ear: “I do n’t hide from you that you are a dead prisoner. You ca n’t do a job, and you will die when you go back – guess what I will do?” He is most afraid of unruly mad dogs. His eyes flickered and he said, "What the **** are you asking?"

Zhang Xiaojing moved the knife edge a little: "Have you dealt with Turkic people recently?"

The owner was a little surprised by this question, but answered very simply: "No!"

"Then have you heard of any recent business contacts with Turkic people?"

"No. Turks? How long has it been since I saw them in Chang'an."

The Turks had collapsed as early as the year of Zhenguan, and the Western Turks fell apart after the Xianqing year, leaving only a few tribes on the grasslands to return in time. As for the Turks who stayed in Chang'an, they were completely naturalized. Except for captives, envoys, and chiefs visiting Hajj, Chang'an has not heard the name of Turkic for many years.

"It's better to call your people over and ask, maybe they know." Zhang Xiaojing insisted.

The owner had to tell the guys to come over and ask one by one whether they had contact with the Turks. Zhang Xiaojing waved them away and continued to ask, "So who do you know about the Chang'an Square in Xishi?"

Upon hearing this, the owner quickly shook his head: "Does the other family not know, I don't have anyway." He added: "This violates the Datang Law and is like a rebellion. Who dares to hide it?"

Zhang Xiaojing put away his knife and took a step back: "To tell you the truth, a few Turkic people have sneaked into Chang'an recently and want to make trouble on the Shangyuan Festival. Now there is only one Changan Square picture missing. It would be better if you didn't collect it, otherwise After the court found out who had hidden the Fang Tu in private, it was a disaster. "

The shopkeeper only understood why the official was so eager to roar, there was this layer of cause and effect. He straightened up and changed his expression of concern: "Although Xiao Lao only introduces merchants, he also has the heart to serve the court. I don't know what shape and origin these few Turkic people have. Xiao Lao also helps to listen."

Zhang Xiaojing said coldly: "No need, if you see a suspicious person, report it to the officer in time-yes, this matter is a secret of the court and cannot be said to others."

"Natural, natural." The shopkeeper promised repeatedly, just told the slave-servant to bring a few bottles of Liuzhijing ointment to wipe hands, and as soon as they looked up, the two had left. When the shopkeeper saw them go, his cheeks flinched, and he summoned a confidant and whispered something.

Zhang Xiaojing and others left Yuzhen Square and stood under a banner in front of Qu Xiangkou. They said to Yao Rune: "Did you write down the faces of all the guys in the square just now?"

Yao Ru could nod.

Zhang Xiaojing said: "You carefully stared at the front and back doors of Yuzhen Square. Some suspicious people came out, let the bad people of the West City Department embellish them, see which firm they entered, and write down the name."

Yao Runeng suddenly realized that Zhang Xiaojing was knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger. When the incident happened just now, the shopkeeper must be horrified in his heart, and quickly remind those merchants who painted the square map privately-in this way, only by staring at the messenger of Yuzhen Square, you can know who has the square map hidden. With the store taking the initiative to lead the way, it is much easier to go cross-examination one by one.

This approach seems rude, but it is the least effort. The eyes that Yao Ru can look at to Zhang Xiaojing have changed. They are not old bureaucrats, but they can't think of this trick.

"How do you know that there is a problem with Yuzhen Square?" Yao Ru asked in a learned manner.

Zhang Xiaojing replied expressionlessly: "Choose whatever you want. There are not too many innocents in this wealthy merchant in Xishi."

Yao Runeng sizzled: "... What if I guess wrong?"

"The whole Chang'an City will be finished."

"..."

Yao Ru could think that this was Zhang Duwei's joke, but the other party had no smile on his face.

Yao Runeng is from Qizhou, Gyeonggi. The family has been a robber for generations. His father and uncle died of thieves. Later, the court courted him and took him to Chang'an as an official. Therefore, before he left, he made an oath, and he must be an official in Chang'an City that would make the wicked frightened, so as not to insult his family.

Zhang Xiaojing has been a bad handsome for nine years, and the entire Wannian County is obedient. This seems to Yao Runeng to be a perfect idol. Before he set off, he secretly motivated himself, and he must learn more from the old man, maybe he could become a bad coach or even a county magistrate in the future. Unexpectedly, this Zhang Duwei is not quite the same as he thought.

Yao Ru's veteran thief imaginable should be upright, as sharp as a strange knife, and the thieves will take it away. But this Zhang Duwei, acting with a wicked spirit, did not say anything specific, in short, it was faintly uneasy from the dark side. He suddenly remembered Li Bilin's instructions before his trip: "You can only look at this person from afar, don't be close to each other."

At this time Zhang Xiaojing suddenly asked: "Don't you be a police officer for a long time?"

"Ah? Right, three months and eight days." Yao Ru was able to answer.

"Then I ask you, what should I do as a police officer?"

"Naturally is evil and hatred!"

Zhang Xiaojing shook his head regretfully: "That won't last long in this city."

Yao Runeng stood up: "I respect you as a senior and admire your means, but don't plan to scare me away with such words. I will continue to perform my duties to assist you and report all suspicious movements unless you kill me . "

Faced with this axis person, Zhang Xiaojing was also helpless. He compared the gesture with whatever you wanted and said nothing.

The unhealthy people have slowly come together at this time, Yao Ruen can explain a few words, and suddenly thought of a detail, he turned back and asked: "Zhang Duwei, in a hurry, with limited manpower, so many people who come in and out of the company usually, how should they target it is good?"

"Just stare at the Hu people. In this kind of thing, they will not trust the foreigners." Zhang Xiaojing answered without hesitation.

In fact, Datang has never been based on lineage. There are many Han and Hu people in Chang'an City, and there are many civil and military officials who are not from the Central Plains. Even among the members of the Jing'an Division, there are quite a few Hu officials who are proficient in arithmetic and familiar with businessmen. However, there is always someone whispering in the heart of Yixia's defense.

"Involving the Hu people, do you want to report it to the West City Administration ..." Yao Runeng just made some comments and was immediately interrupted by Zhang Xiaojing with impoliteness:

"I need hands and feet now, not a mouth!"

Yao Ru could not dare to delay and led away. The Jing'an Division does not have its own bad people. The bad people are all recruited from various places and departments, and it takes some time.

Standing under the banner, Zhang Xiaojing held his arms motionless, his expression frozen, and no one knew what he was thinking. At this time, the sun was fast approaching the zenith, and time was passing by as fast as Weishui. His one-eyed eye has been looking towards the distant watchtower. There was a calm upstairs, and no flag was waving.

The other news he waited for has not moved.

The Jing'an Division, separated from the West Square, is now in an unprecedented busy schedule.

All the calligraphers were buried between countless scrolls, and the hall only heard the unfolding sound of the scroll being unfolded.

The servants kept holding more files from outside, piled up before the bureaucrat's case. In order to improve efficiency, they will unwind the reel in advance and lay it on a simple bamboo rack. In this way, the clerk can browse the content directly without wasting time on the exhibition.

Each book official was assigned three insert racks: one for unrolling, one for browsing, and one for unloading, to ensure that the book was raised at any time and there were ready-made papers to read.

They must complete a simple and difficult task within two minutes.

After the first year of the new year, the trade between Turks and Datang has been at a standstill, but the demand of both sides will not disappear. Savvy merchants in the Western Regions have long noticed these business opportunities and quietly established a transit road. They purchased fur livestock from the grasslands, transported them into Changan in the name of the goods from the Western Regions, and then transported silk and silk tea salts from Changan and transported them to the grasslands. Many large Hujia firms in Chang'an are inextricably linked to the Turks.

Li Bi transferred to all caravans in and out of Changan in the past five years, focusing on checking the in and out of the four items of sheepskin, beef tendon, mud salt and iron. The first two are specialty products of the grassland, and the latter two are urgently needed by the grassland. Which of the several traders handles the larger amount of goods, which means that the closer the relationship with the Turks-for Jingan Division, this means that Cao Poyan finds it. The more likely the door is.

This is Zhang Xiaojing's way of setting up with Li Mi before leaving.

As usual, these statistics have to keep the householder busy for a few days to get results. But time is now more precious than Pearl Jade. The masters transferred from these ministries had to fight for their lives, which was almost not enough to raise funds.

Although Li Mi was not involved in specific matters, he carried his hands on his back and has been pacing back and forth between book cases, as if he was an old master of the Imperial College. After a while, he glanced at the corner of the temple water clock, then shook his head anxiously and turned back to the sand table.

"Tanqi, what do you think of Zhang Xiaojing?" Li Mi suddenly asked.

Tan Qi was putting Wanglou ’s latest bulletin on the sand table. When Li Bi asked, he could n’t help but shouted his nose in disgust: “Xiang Yuxin was born, I think he was a crude Dengzi, I really do n’t know why you are Put the future on a death row. "

Tanqi is a mixed Han-Hu race, with a tall nose bridge and a light amber pupil. She is Li Mi's maidservant, and her mother is a small boy. She grew up in Li's parents and was smart and knowledgeable, so she was most trusted by Li Mi and she spoke casually.

Hearing Tan Qi ’s question, Li Bi tapped the table with his finger: "When Taizong saved Li Weigong in the court, there was a Hadith: It is better to use merit. Taizong can use Li Weigong, why can't I control this person?" ? "

Tan Qi pouted: "Where does he match Li Weigong."

"I think he has been peeking at you. Don't you be a red whisker."

"... Uh." Tan Qi's face turned red, and the words couldn't be picked up at the moment, and he bit him fiercely. Li Bi laughed, tired away, and suddenly sighed softly: "If you know his origin, you won't say that."

"Isn't it possible to reincarnate the Raksha ghost?" Tan Qi pouted.