It's getting late, and tonight's dinner is still noodles.
Yang Fan snorted and finished a bowl of noodle soup and rested it on the windowsill, while opposite, Tian Ainu still ate Si Wenwen, and the bowl of noodles was still full, as if she hadn't eaten one yet.
Yang Fan couldn't help laughing: "In the end, it's a woman, such fragrant noodles, and she eats so slowly." ” Tian Ainu looked at Yang Fan with pity: "Do you know what fragrant is called?"
Yang Fan said: "Isn't it fragrant, Sister Ning's noodle soup is recognized as delicious in this Xiuwen Workshop." ” Tian Ainu shook his head and sighed: "Well frogs can't speak to the sea, and summer insects can't speak to ice. ” Yang Fan said: "Since you brag about how good your cooking skills are, why don't you show your skills and let me see." ” Tian Ainu glanced at him delicately, and said: "It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, what do you let me show my skills?"
Yang Fan said with a smile: "Cheng, this is easy to do, I will buy some ingredients tomorrow and come back, and then see the skills of your clever woman." ” After chatting for a while, the sound of bangzi on the street was faintly heard, and it sounded like it should be two watches.
Tian Ainu got up and said, "I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go back and rest." ” Yang Fan also got up and said, "You sleep, I'll go out for a walk." ” Tian Ainu asked alertly, "Where are you going?"
Yang Fan said: "Play the leaf card, otherwise what will you use to buy chicken, duck and fish tomorrow?"
"Are you lucky?"
"Haha, if you want to change your taste tomorrow, you better pray that my luck will be good."
Yang Fan walked out of the door of his own courtyard, stood under the door for a moment, swept around vigilantly, and walked forward along the long alley, after a while, he suddenly faintly noticed some movement, Yang Fan was secretly vigilant, and when he turned a corner of an alley, he quickly glanced backwards, and a figure flashed out of the darkness, but it was like a glimpse, and Yang Fan saw the slender figure.
"Tenainu" Yang Fan was a little abrupt, his thoughts turned in his heart, but he didn't stop under his feet, and still walked forward.
Tian Ainu quietly dropped out of the back, only to see Yang Fan go all the way, sneaky, looking around, and finally came to a long alley, looked left and right, spat in the palm of his hand, took a few steps back, said "hey" lightly, and slammed towards a wall with a momentum.
"Wow" A large piece of the rotten and cracked mud wall skin fell down, Yang Fan fell to the ground in embarrassment, he lay on the ground and did not dare to move, after a while, seeing that no one was alarmed, he got up gently, "Bah" as if he was spitting out the soil.
Tian Ainu, who was hidden in the shadows, quickly covered his mouth, for fear of laughing.
Yang Fan probed his head to look around, and then continued to climb the wall, this time he succeeded, and with great effort, he finally climbed the high wall, wheezing for a while, and turned over the wall.
Tianainu shook his head slightly, and with a flash of shadow, he swept back to their dwelling.
Yang Fan pretended to steal things, walked around the courtyard a few times, and then climbed out of the wall on the other side, and continued to shuttle between the alleys, making a look of looking for the target, so he circled for half an hour, convinced that Tian Ainu had left, so he quickened his pace and rushed to the place he really wanted to go.
Yang Fan shook a few houses and came to a secluded place.
This is the corner of a residential street, at the innermost end of the alley, the left and right houses are open to the other side of the street, and the middle alley is a dead end, leaving only the back door, so it is unusually secluded.
At the bottom of the alley, there is a dragon claw locust, the tree is more than ten zhang high, and the branches are luxuriant.
Yang Fan looked at no one around, and suddenly rose up, like a spirit ape, flying straight up, flying up to the top of the tree, hidden in the canopy, and no one saw it.
At the top of the tree, there was a place where a few branches were propped up, and there was an oilcloth baggage, Yang Fan opened the baggage, and put it on the tree, and soon, he became another image.
A set of cyan light clothes, cyan hood, the costume stopped, a short sword inserted into the leggings, a short knife inserted into the belt where it is easiest to pull out, took a deep breath, swept around the top of the tree, Yang Fan flew out of the canopy, lightly landed on the ridge of a family, through the house, and rushed away.
"Mother, I'm out."
At Ma Qiao's house, Ma Qiao stood up, stretched his waist, and said to his mother.
The old lady of Maqiao said angrily: "Go, go, you kid, you always go out at night, be careful to let Wuhou bump into you, looking for you." ” Ma Qiao said: "A-Niang, don't worry, I'm Fang Ding, I was originally to help the Wuhou do things, everyone bows their heads and doesn't look up to see them, if you really want them to bump into me, you won't do anything to me, my son only got together with Yang Er and a few good friends for a while, played leaf cards for a while, and came back soon." ” "Well, you should be careful yourself, playing cards is playing cards, and you don't want to gamble money."
The mother of the horse admonished, scratched her hair with a needle, lowered her head again, and by the light, carefully passed a twisted bristle through the small hole drilled in the cow bone, and reached out to take the prepared hemp rope.
Carry out bundling binding.
Next to it was a set of drilling tools and a large pile of cow bones that had been drilled, which Ma Qiao had just made.
As long as Ma Qiao went home, he always accompanied his mother to do housework, he was like this from a very young age, at that time Ma Mu often made insoles for people to earn some money to support the family, Ma Qiao would help his mother at home every day to cut the small cloth head piece by piece into the shape of the insoles, often busy until the sun was slanting, in order to go out and play with the friends in the workshop for a while.
From childhood to adulthood, he has helped his mother do things, and now he is a fangding, and he has a salary, although the income of the fangding is very low, but according to him, he helps the Wuhou to do things, and there is always some windfall from time to time, so the family situation is much better than before, but the old man can't be idle, his son has grown up, and it is time to marry a daughter-in-law, so he naturally wants to help him save his wife's book, so he still works hard every day.
Ma's mother heard that toothbrushes on the market are now profitable and easy to sell, so she asked her son to spend money to buy one and come back and think about it carefully for a while, and then bought some raw materials and came back to try to make his own toothbrushes.
Ma's mother knew that her son was filial and obedient, but she didn't worry about him doing evil, so she just gave him an instruction and worked with confidence.
But she didn't know that in her eyes, her son was still the good son who was filial and obedient, but after all, her son had grown up and was no longer the innocent child he was back then.
Everyone has their own little secrets, and it is impossible for adult sons to share all their secrets with their mothers.
Ma Qiao walked out of the door, covered the door, stood quietly in the courtyard for a moment, and then fled into the night.
There is no moon tonight, and the stars are dim.
Maqiao sneakily walks through the alleys, although there are Wuhou patrols in the square at night, but the Wuhou generally only patrol the streets, and do not walk in the alleys, so they are not afraid of being bumped into.
The alley was dark, but he was familiar with the way, and Ma Qiao didn't see it, and a vague figure in the night was passing by the rooftops of the houses.
The figure flying by the roof was Yang Fan, but Yang Fan didn't notice the horse bridge that was sneaking cautiously against the root of the wall.
Ma Qiao quietly touched a door, looked back to see that there was no one in the alley, then reached out and pushed the courtyard door, the courtyard door was not latched, "squeak" The door opened, Ma Qiao flashed inside, gently covered the courtyard door, tiptoed to the main house, and whispered while walking: "Yinyin, Yinyin" The door opened, and a figure wrapped in a gust of fragrant wind slammed into his arms, and two hot fleshy plump lips immediately printed on his mouth, and kissed him fiercely, and the woman's voice gasped: "You little enemy, why did you come when people are so anxious to wait?"
The two of them hugged each other, kissed each other, and hurriedly took off each other's clothes, and turned into the room with a difficult movement.
As soon as the door was closed, a robe behind Ma Qiao's buttocks was sandwiched in the crack of the door, and with a woman's coquettish moan, the corner of the dress disappeared with a "swish".
In a matter of moments, the creaking of the bed, the crackling of the crash, and the staccato and fragmented, incomprehensible moans came faintly from the room, burning violently.
"Hmph, hum" This is not the cry of a pig, but the unique laughter of Maqiao.
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Yang Fan quietly appeared in the Xia Guan Yamen, the Xia Guan Yamen, that is, the Tang Dynasty Military Department.
Yang Fan waited quietly in the shadow of the corner, and when the patrol soldiers walked over, he turned into a wisp of light smoke, flashed into the shadow of the corridor, and his feet touched the ground slightly, like a bird fluttering out, along the corridor, disappearing at the end of the corridor without dust, like a ghost.
It was not the first time he had returned to the military headquarters, he was already very familiar with the terrain here, Yang Fan sneaked to the back office with a familiar car, escaped into a relatively desolate courtyard, turned over and swept into the courtyard, looked back, and then got up, jumped to the railing on the second floor, stretched out his hand, and deftly turned up.
The imperial court has infinite power, but if they want to do something, it is impossible to penetrate under the nine places, just like an assassin hiding in the vast sea of people, even if it is only Luoyang City, they do not have the ability to dig three feet into the ground here and find the assassin, they even have to use Wuhou and Fang Ding to complete a city-wide search.
In the same way, it is also an impossible task for the ants who live under the Nine Lands to get a glimpse of the news in the court above the Nine Heavens, and even a news that is also a great secret among many officials in the court.
Yang Fan only has one clue, that is, the cool official with concave eyes and eagle nose with nasolabial folds.
This person was wearing a cyan official robe back then, it was just a petty official, Yang Fan could not draw shadow graphics and post them on the streets and alleys to find people, nor could he hold the portrait of that person to ask people all over the street, let alone sneak into the mansions of Tang officials one by one to peek at their appearance, with this clue, the hope is really too slim.
What's more, over the years, with the gradual concentration of power in the Empress Wu, the officials of the DPRK and China have had ups and downs, ups and downs, and too many officials have been demoted or even killed because of the failure of the power struggle.
Who knows if the little official in the green robe back then is now on the rise, or degrading the frontier, or having his house beheaded.
Even if the official in the capital has now been sent out as an official, he can no longer investigate, so although Yang Fan only has the most impressive appearance of that cool official, he did not focus his investigation on finding this person, but started from that army.
Although it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack to find a small official with deep nasolabial folds back then, it is much easier to find a forbidden army who went to Beijing on business.
From the vast and numerous bundles of files and official letters, there is always a trace of the slightest.
Yang Fan infiltrated the Treasury Department of the Ministry of War, where the official letter case was stored.
More than 300 people of the Praetorian Guard went out to Beijing on business, and the transfer of so many men and horses, if it was ordered by the imperial court, the military department would have recorded it.
If the order to slaughter the village did not come from the imperial court, and so many people were mobilized out of Beijing, they would inevitably have to find an excuse to go out of Beijing on business, and they would also have to go through the military department, otherwise they would be complicit in rebellion.
Therefore, Yang Fan believes that as long as the forbidden army is not pretended to be bandits, it will definitely leave a record
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