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Chapter Seventy-Nine

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    When Wen Qian woke up and saw the familiar furnishings around her, she was stunned for a while. Yang Jin's move was too sudden, and she didn't inform her beforehand. If the traces left by her body were not still there, she would have thought that she had done something wrong last night.  illusion.

    The sunshine in April was as lazy as she was, slowly crawling in through the window lattice, and falling on the thin quilt along the footsteps, shining golden.

    Wen Qian lay in bed in the warm sun for half an hour, and no one called her. She tossed and turned a little lonely, and finally got up slowly by herself, and sat down in front of the dowry to comb her hair.

    Yue Mo heard the sound, and the serving maid tentatively pushed open the door with a copper basin, and she was stunned as soon as she raised her eyes.

    Wen Qian's green hair scattered on her shoulders and back, her expression was blurred, her cheeks showed a faint red color, not too dark or too shallow, and her gaze was full of charm, and the little girl was also springing up with her heart.

    "Miss Wen is so beautiful today!"

    "Oh, is that so?" She leaned in front of the mirror, but she didn't see anything different from usual.

    "Yes, the skin is very good." The latter put down the copper basin, smiled and came up to melt the rouge for her.

    The make-up was only halfway done, Wen Qian seemed to think of something, and turned her head to look at the eyeglass¡ªit was already almost noon, "Where's your second young master?"

    "It's not Muxiu today, the second son has gone to Beizhen Fusi naturally, why did the girl forget?" The little girl didn't know, so she answered naturally.

    I didn't expect him to be dedicated to work at all.

    The corner of Wen Qian's mouth twitched slightly, thinking to himself, this person is really full of energy

    There was still a while before lunch, so she changed her clothes and went to the flower hall.

    Mrs. Yang is currently sitting in a wicker chair in the garden basking in the sun, holding a shiny white cat in her arms, stroking it once and for all.

    As soon as Wen Qian approached, the cat's ears "scratched" stood up, looked at her and made a "mi" sound, then jumped off the wicker chair and ran over.

    Mrs. Yang heard the movement and looked around, her eyebrows suddenly raised, and she looked up and down: "What new makeup did you use today?"

    "No, why do you ask that?"

    "Really, I always feel that you seem to be different today."

    "Mother." Wen Qian picked up the cat circling under her feet and put it back into her arms, hugging her arm coquettishly, "Eat early today, how about I want to go out for a while."

    *

    The Jinyiwei Yamen is on the opposite side of Xijiang Mi Lane, next to the Dudu Mansion. The two majestic and terrifying buildings stand tall, and they still exude a daunting murderous aura in broad daylight. It is a place that passers-by are afraid to avoid.

    The official position has been mixed with Yang Jin's position, spying on intelligence and listening to people's corners is no longer his responsibility. If there is no important case, the daily work is actually not much.

    Yang Jin sat at the table and flipped through the files, which were all cases from the second half of last year to the beginning of this year.

    This period of time seems to be an eventful time, the temperament of the higher authorities is becoming more and more extreme, and the courtiers who used to be very prosperous in the past have fallen one after another.

    The most recent and most influential case was the beheading of You Yong, the commander-in-chief of the Dudu Mansion.

    General You can be regarded as an old official under Emperor Chengming. He followed him "on the side of the Qing Emperor" to fight all the way to Nanjing a few years ago.

    At the end of the year, because King Ning was involved in a lot of rebellion, the court overcorrected, and any slightest disturbance would be arrested and tortured to extract a confession.

    Emperor Chengming always said that he was right. He would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let half of them go. General You privately accused him of killing innocent people indiscriminately because he couldn't see it clearly.

    This is indeed a plucking of the tiger's mouth¡ªa big death. You Yong was sentenced to ransack his home and beheaded without any suspense.  Dismissal.

    There is nothing special about the matter so far, but it is worth noting that since the case, the "Qingxuan Daoist" has appeared in the file.

    Emperor Chengming seemed to trust him quite a bit, and every time before making a decision, he would ask him to do a fortune telling to see whether this person could be killed or not.

    This Taoist priest who came from nowhere seems to be very good at calculating the Sacred Heart. It is said that he is extremely accurate and is highly valued by the emperor.

    Yang Jin checked the list of ministers who were imprisoned after the check, and then keenly discovered the commonality among them.

    It is no wonder that his father would make him cautious in his words and deeds. It turned out that it was not just to avoid rumors.

    Cao Kaiyang, or someone hiding in the dark, is here for a group of old heroes this time.

    However, what is the purpose?

    At noon, it is the time to change shifts and rest.Tender blush, such a tilt of the head is just bathed in the sun, as if sprinkled with a layer of gold powder, moist and green.

    Yang Jin couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and reached out to touch them.

    "How is your health?"

    Wen Qian lazily pressed against his hand, "Very good."

    "That's right." Yang Jin folded his elbows on the table when he withdrew his hand, "In a few days when Sheng Jia returns to the palace, I will follow him at the gate of the city Don't you want to see the flying fish suit?"

    There seemed to be stars in his eyes, "Remember to come when the time comes."

    The entire imperial city revolves around one person.  As Emperor Chengming returned to Beijing, Yang Jin became increasingly busy. He used to be able to go home in the middle of the afternoon, but these days he often had to stay up until after dinner.

    The two of them still live in the east courtyard and the west courtyard, but whenever the lights are turned off, Yang Jin will come in through the window and sleep with her for a while, and then quietly get up and go back before the morning.

    Wen Qian felt that it was too troublesome, but he didn't mind the trouble, it seemed like he was having an affair.

    In the night of the fourth day, Yang Jin didn't come back all night. Early the next morning, Wen Qian dragged Lang Xu and Shi Baichuan to the tea house on Zhengyangmen Street and asked for a good seat with a great view.

    It was just dawn, and people on the street had already begun to clear the road. From Yongdingmen to Zhengyangmen, the road was quiet and quiet, and the rising sun could almost illuminate a straight line.

    She waited patiently with a pot of tea in the morning light.

    About half an hour later, there was a dull sound from a distance. At the end of the long street, the two gates of the South City opened with a bang.

    Wen Qian had never been to the capital, so naturally he had never seen Tianyan, and it was the first time he experienced such a grand occasion.

    The people on both sides of the street have already knelt down, the gold-woven dragon banners that clear the way are swaying in the wind, and the guards of honor are marching towards this side.

    There will be no one watching onlookers in the teahouse, she and Shi Baichuan came to the window edge almost at the same time.

    In front of the imperial chariot is a brocade guard in all flying fish suits, with neat steps, and the embroidered spring knife at the waist reveals a very thin silver thread in the morning light.

    Wen Qian was looking for Yang Jin, while Shi Baichuan was looking for Yang Ning. Although their goals were completely different, fortunately, they both had the same goal.

    Wen Qian looked at the extra head in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little disgusted: "Aren't you also Jin Yiwei, why didn't you go?"

    The latter replied without blushing: "Sister, the guards in front of the emperor all have official titles. Do you think anyone can wear the flying fish suit if they want?"

    While speaking, he seemed to have found Yang Ning, and he almost leaned out half of his body with an exclamation.

    Wen Qian followed his gaze, and found the tall figure in the dark guard of honor without any mistakes¡ª¡ªYang Jin was indeed there.

    Her impression of the flying fish suit was still superficially in Yan Changhan's red, silver and gold thread, so Wen Qian's eyes really shined in his black and blue attire.

    Even though everyone around her was dressed in the same clothes as him, she still found Yang Jin indescribably eye-catching.

    Catkins all over the city are swaying in the spring breeze, and the majesty of the emperor makes the bustling market suddenly solemn.

    When Yang Jin was on duty, his eyebrows and eyes were much more serious than usual, and he was a little serious when he first met.  Inadvertently noticing that his eyes were looking elsewhere, she immediately felt that he was looking for her, and she felt very happy.

    "Xiao Lang." Wen Qian tugged at Lang Xu's sleeve and pointed to him, "Did you see Yang Jin, where¡ª"

    The Jinyi Guards had already traveled a certain distance, and her eyes were especially looking into the distance, so that the Nine Dragon chariots, chariots and horses behind were completely ignored.

    After Yujia came a group of Taoist priests in Taoist robes.

    Shi Baichuan murmured beside him: "This Taiji gossip diagram is really abrupt, so it can't be that Xuanqing Daoist?"

    Following that came the home field of this trip, which was all blue and white in a flash.

    Today, Taoist priests who do astrology and divination have become celebrities around the emperor, and even the horses that accompany them are more prestigious than others.

    Wen Qian was smiling at first, but Lang Xu couldn't stop tugging at the hem of her clothes, and finally looked away, and asked "what" casually, but when she raised her eyes, the arc of her lips suddenly froze.

    Although the attire from head to toe is completely different, even though the surrounding banners and gold festival demons dance wildly to block the view.

    But she could still clearly see that the person sitting on the horse was Lou Yan.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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