Today, the restaurant is not open. When Mr. Qian Zangzhen left the restaurant yesterday afternoon, he got the spare key of the restaurant. According to Ning Buer, no matter whether it is open or not, it cannot ruin Mr. Qian's good things.

Guo Xiaojiu wore a sword and a sword, and also wore a brand new robe. This was the first time he had gone out formally after he arrived in the imperial capital. Ning Buer was still wearing a Taoist robe. The snow on the streets and alleys had accumulated into small hills, so walking in the streets and alleys in the early morning did not leave footprints like a few days ago.

The two walked out of the streets and walked towards Zhuque Street.

Today is the day when Yang Huzi left the imperial capital, and it is also the day when he left the imperial capital and went to Jiangnan.

The genius was just dawning, and even the most dedicated updater was too lazy to come out and walk around the streets, let alone those north and south yamen responsible for maintaining the public security of the imperial capital.

At this time, the Imperial Capital City had just opened its sleepy eyes and was still dozing off half asleep and half awake.

First, a carriage walked onto the Zhuque Street. The carriage was not moving very fast. The shaft pressed on the road and made a strange creaking sound.

The person who drove the car was still an acquaintance, the Huangfu who ran from Jiannan Road to the Turkic Grassland. Today, Huangfu was particularly energetic and had a particularly sharp look.

His thick palms of different sizes, one lifted the horse whip, the other grabbed the reins, leaned against the edge of the car, and looked around the streets and alleys. I don’t know whether he was a warning of a bad person’s inappropriate thought, or was waiting for someone to appear in the streets and alleys, at least he would not waste the painstaking efforts of the girl a few days ago.

The carriage was very quiet, with Yunyan in a white dress, squinting his eyes and raising his hand to rub his sideburns.

The girl in the black skirt on the other side was holding her cheek. After crying that day, she didn't cry and let her continue to torture, but she was still a little lucky in her heart.

The carriage arrived in front of Mingde Gate and left the city gate, and the official road was the official road. The carriage followed the official road and would go south.

"He won't come." Yunyan put down her slender palm and lay down a closed white umbrella at her hand.

I don’t know if it is used to shade the sun or to block the rain, but this is the end of the cold winter. It is obvious that people walking on the street with an umbrella, and others will definitely look at each other with strange eyes.

This was in the carriage, and no one could see it. Yunyan's hand was held on the umbrella handle.

"Yeah." Huoshui lowered his head, looked at the boots on his feet, and responded listlessly.

For some reason, Huoshui still wanted to lift the curtain, take a look at the imperial capital city, and then the direction of the winery.

So she raised her hand and lifted the curtain of the car. She had never seen a ghost on the quiet street.

He put down the curtain of the car in disappointment, pursed his lips, and his eyes became a little determined. He didn't know where to be in love, and he didn't know where to be in love. It was time to make a break and leave it behind.

Someone poked his head out of the eaves facing the street, looked at the carriage that had already walked into the city gate, and shook his head gently. Maybe he was a little moved, so he reached out and stroked the scabbard and tapped it.

"I can't bear to leave, so I chase you. At least you owe others what I want. They are leaving, and I can't say when I will see you again." Ning Buer looked at Guo Xiaojiu, his tone was a little chilly, just like the breeze in the morning.

He hurriedly stopped the hand that was holding on the scabbard, and Guo Xiaojiu smiled: "My Fairy Ning, if you have you in my eyes, I can't tolerate others. I can't bear to let go? How could I not be willing to let go?"

After rolling his eyes to Guo Xiaojiu, Ning Buer stood up on the eaves, held Fu Daojian, and sat on the ridge. His eyes turned around, not looking in the direction of the city gate or Guo Xiaojiu, but looking at an alley not far away.

In the alley, someone was sitting quietly at the entrance of the alley. It was an old Taoist priest, and there was no Taoist boy beside him.

Ning Buer felt familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he met.

"Hey, this is not the old Taoist priest we have seen when we entered Luoyang?" Guo Xiaojiu also saw the old Taoist priest sitting at the entrance of the alley and hurriedly raised his hand.

The old Taoist priest smiled on his face and looked at the two people on the roof. The palm that was originally placed flat on his knees then raised it and shook it slightly towards this side, which was considered to have said hello.

When the carriage completely left the city gate, the sixteen guards under the gate quickly closed the city gate. Hundreds of constables from the north and south yamen also poked their heads out of the darkness, and in a blink of an eye, they stood on both sides of Zhuque Street.

Every ten steps is a knife that holds your waist.

There was a general with golden armor who walked out of the imperial city on a horse. There was no soldier following him. There was only one general who could hold golden armor in the entire Tang Dynasty, Cao Akui, the commander of the Shence Army.

This is the only one piece of golden armor given to you by Your Majesty today.

Cao Akui, who was sitting on the back of the horse, was very burly. He held a long spear in his hand and walked on the ground, deliberately. The horse walked to the side of Zhuque Street and stopped.

Cao Akui got off his horse and walked straight to the front of the alley where the old Taoist priest was, without sitting down. He first nodded to the old Taoist priest and looked at Zhuque Street.

The old Taoist priest was not angry because of Cao Akui's inappropriate etiquette. If he was angry because of these things, then his nearly 100-year-old life would have lived to be a dog.

There were pedestrians on Zhuque Street, who also walked out of the streets and alleys. One was a weak scholar, shaking a folding fan in his hand, while the other hand clenched his fist in front of his lips, and his body kept shaking with a light cough.

I don’t know if it was because of the wine, but Guo Xiaojiu looked at the scholar who was still sick with a folding fan and had no serious expression.

Behind the scholar, there was a very charming face and a very pretty figure in the imperial capital. However, this woman was wearing a light green long dress with eye-catching colors, a snake-faced and snake-waisted waist, and a layer of snake skin on the outside, she was really a beauty.

As the scholar's cough stopped, the woman raised one hand, and the scholar's slowly let go of his fist fell on the woman's arm, and his eyes were full of apology.

The two of them walked to the old Taoist priest and stopped moving forward.

Ning Buer always stared at the old Taoist priest. With the appearance of Cao Akui and the respectful appearance of the two young talents behind him, Ning Buer had already vaguely guessed the identity of the old man in his heart.

The entire Tang Dynasty can make the two famous red-card actors of Lijing Sect dare not speak, and can also make Cao Akui, who will not bow his head even when he sees Prime Minister Li Linfu. It seems that besides being the master of Your Majesty today and the unfathomable eunuch eunuch beside him, only Lijing Sect’s gold medal and Heiyan have the strength.

This old Taoist priest must not be Heiyan, because Heiyan must have royal blood. Otherwise, how could these people's hearts be controlled by the emperor? The old Taoist priest would only be a gold medal, Mr. Zhang, the first leader of Lijing Sect.

Although Lijing Gate is small, it has all the internal organs. From the sect leader behind the scenes, Heiyan, to the number one leader on the surface, with a gold medal hanging on his waist, to the two famous actors with a red card hanging on his waist, there are only a few four people, but they are the most heartfelt Deadpool in front of His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

"Mr. Zhang, the gold medal of Lijingmen, the red card of Xiaowenshan, and the red card of Zhuyeqing." Ning Buer opened his lips lightly and reported these three names, not what he said to Guo Xiaojiu, but to himself.

Her brow frowned slightly, and she reached out and held it on the Taoist sword, and she couldn't help but feel a little angry.

A big hand fell on Ning Buer's shoulder, and Guo Xiaojiu sniffed: "Ning Buer, we agreed that no matter how big the matter is, we will not take action today, let alone get involved."

After all, the Dao Sword was not unsheathed. Guo Xiaojiu didn't know what was the relationship between Ning Buer and these three people, but from Ning Buer's face, it must be an enemy but not a friend.

For some reason, a strange wind blew up from Zhuque Street. The wind blew up people's clothes and hit people's faces, shaking so much that it hurt. More than a dozen Tang soldiers riding colorful horses finally walked on Zhuque Street.

On the back of the horse at the forefront, Yang Huzi shook his fat body and looked over the sides of Zhuque Street without any nervousness because he had even rushed to the formation of ten thousand people. This little bit of the formation was nothing in his life.

He shouted at Zhuque Street with carelessness: "I, Yang Huzi, the Hu Mangou you mentioned, is walking on Zhuque Street now and you are going out of the city, but someone wants to stop me?"
Chapter completed!