Keeping this doubt in the bottom of my heart, a group of soldiers quickly returned to Chang'an.
Unexpectedly, after they left, Emperor Dali changed his sad expression, turned back to the palace with a gloomy face, quietly summoned a person, and both of them went to the imperial study, and they talked until late at night before leaving.
At the same time, the marriage contingent from the Turks jumped over the Changping Pass in the twelfth lunar month after a delay of two months, and marched into Chang'an City.
On the fifth day of the first ten days of the twelfth lunar month, Prince Shen Ting personally welcomed the Turkic princess into the palace.
When Emperor Jingyuan saw that he was young, and he was still a year old, he waved his hand and sent him to the newly built post station.
Having learned from the past, this time Emperor Jing Yuan sent Anbu Jinyiwei to patrol around.
Whenever there are monsters infesting, Jin Yiwei will immediately dispatch to bombard and kill the monsters.
Among them, Shen Cong, Gu Jiuling, and Qin Zheng were impressively among them.
Shen Cong was promoted to another official not long ago, and became the general banner of the seventh rank.
Because he often brought Gu Jiuling or Qin Zheng with him when he unveiled the list to catch monsters, so the two were promoted one after another, changed from the yamen to the regular, and became Cong Qipin Xiaoqi, but they were still transferred behind Shen Cong by Song Cheng.
On this day, Qin Zheng took a rest, and Gu Jiuling sat on the high-rise building of the post station, looking up at the cold moon in the sky, looking like a wandering spirit, and didn't pay much attention to Shen Cong.
Shen Cong didn't care, leaned against the promenade in front of the main pavilion of the post station, took out a pot of wine from his waist and drank it leisurely.
I heard that the Turkic princess who got married this time is the most beloved daughter of the Turkic king.
I also heard that this little princess came from the main palace, and she can be described as a serious daughter-in-law¡ª¡ªthe Turkic king was so cruel that he sent the first-line princess to marry him, which shows how the Empress Jin and the Huns forced the Turks.
Regarding this, Shen Cong didn't feel pitiful.
If you really want to talk about pity, who will take pity on those soldiers who fell on the battlefield, and who will take pity on those old and weak women and children in the Central Plains who were buried in the belly of barbarians.
After only three or two sips, a black shadow suddenly fell in front of him.
"Your Highness." He Qi cupped his fists and bowed his head.
"Is there any progress on the case of human skin trading?" Shen Cong lazily put down the wine pot, and squinted at the black robe sitting on the eaves.
It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the Gu family boy doesn't feel cold even if he sits high up.
"Returning to Your Highness, there is no progress yet. However, my subordinate has something to report." He Qi suppressed his voice, "A few days ago, my subordinate was investigating the case, and accidentally tracked down the cat ghost with Jin Yiwei. Jin Yiwei did not catch up. With full cultivation, I caught a glimpse of the cat ghost escaping into the Hall of Acacia, and never came out again."
Shen Cong stared for a moment.
Hall of Acacia
There is the place where his fifth brother, Zhao Wang Shen Xun's mother and concubine live.
Could it be that the cat ghost is related to Shen Xun?
"He Qi, don't startle the snake beforehand. Tonight, you and I will sit here and wait for the cat ghost to come, and then go after him." Rubbing his chin, Shen Cong slowly opened his lips.
"Here." He Qi nodded, and then stood still in the darkness behind Shen Cong's side.
Shen Cong looked at the brightly lit inn, with a glint of frost in his eyes.
Zhao Wang Shen Xun was born by Concubine Yu. Because of a serious illness when he was young, his sanity was lower than that of a three-year-old child.
Concubine Yu held Shen Xun on the tip of her heart, which could be said to be in extreme pain. Therefore, Shen Xun would never leave the Hall of Lovesickness until the festivals.
If the instigator of the cat ghost case is really him, then Shen Xun has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger for many years.
The depth of the city even far surpassed his second and third brothers.
However, all this is just his guess.
Waiting for the present to chase the cat ghost, if the cat ghost comes and flees to the Hall of Acacia, he can quickly and thoroughly investigate the matter with He Qi and Chen Xin.
If he had learned the gossip deduction thoroughly in his previous life, instead of half-baked, now he doesn't have to guard it in the cold winter, he can do it directly.
There was light snow in the sky.
"He Qi, it's New Year's Eve again." Shen Cong took out a hand stove from Qiankun bag.
"There are more than ten days until the New Year's Eve." He Qi replied softly.
Shen Cong nodded, looking up at the bright moon with dazed eyes.
It will be seventeen years since he came to this world.
In that world, who will remember him.
Forget it, forget it, let's focus on the immediate matter.
When Shen Cong collected his thoughts, a black shadow suddenly appeared above the station.
"Meow -" a sharp soundThe meowing of cats cut through the long night.
coming!
Shen Cong's eyes sharpened.
A whistle sounded, and the Jin Yiwei who were lurking in the dark all moved out and jumped towards the eaves.
The first to do it was Gu Jiuling who had been sitting on the eaves.
Noticing that the cat ghost appeared behind her, Gu Jiuling's cold eyes were stained with a stern look.
He pulled out the long sword at his waist, stood up and turned to stab the cat ghost.
This cat ghost is the cat ghost king I saw in the past.
In the long snowfall, the weird sound of the flute suddenly sounded - when the sound of the flute sounded, countless cat ghosts came from all directions, rushing towards the post station.
In an instant, there were screams in the station and the sound of objects falling to the ground one after another.
Noisy to the extreme.
"Protect the princess!" Shen Cong shouted with a change of gaze.
Jin Yiwei quickly turned around and rushed into the station, killing the cat ghost while approaching the girl in the silver fox cloak not far away.
The girl leaned against the wall tightly, her watery eyes under the light veil of the bamboo hat were full of horror.
She was born so old, and had never seen such a bloody scene.
What's more, when these cats were knocked, they looked like rotten flesh and smelled like a living thing.
"He Qi, you go to protect the Turkic princess, and I'm going to track down the cat ghost king." Shen Cong put away the stove, pulled out the jade-faced keel fan, gave a hasty order, and stepped out in one step, taking the golden halo straight to the eaves above.
Hearing this, he originally wanted to follow a demon-subduing He Qi, silently turned his head and performed lightness kung fu, and flew into the station.
Here, Shen Cong came to the eaves and caught a glimpse of Cat Ghost King and Gu Jiuling fighting in full swing, evenly matched.
He squinted his eyes.
The cat ghost king is already in the ranks of the second phase, with a thousand years of Taoism.
Logically speaking, Gu Jia Anxian's cultivation level is not the opponent of Cat Ghost King at all.
"Shen Yunzhe, don't come here!" Just as he was about to help Gu Jiuling, Gu Jiuling, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his lips coldly.
The moment his voice fell, Gu Jiuling yelled, jumped up, and stabbed the long sword between the viscera of the cat ghost king.
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly.
The Cat Ghost King let out a stern scream, and immediately turned into a cloud of black smoke and ran towards the distance.
That is the direction of the palace.
Shen Cong's expression darkened, he took a step forward, and followed the cat ghost king.
Gu Jiuling stared fixedly at the direction he was leaving, and waited until the black smoke disappeared, then his throat rolled, and he spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly.
The young man's complexion turned pale all of a sudden.
"Who the hell are you?" Holding the long sword behind his back, Gu Jiuling turned around slowly, his cold eyes staring at a black robe with a ghost face. </div>