As night fell, the lights on the streets of the capital were gradually turning on, and soon a galaxy shone brightly across the world.

There were much fewer people in the night market than before. Because Xue Qing was attacked, there was a curfew until the previous few days. The soldiers and horses in and outside the city were running and searching. Later, Wang Xiangye thought that the curfew was a loss of the Qingming face of the court, and the tense atmosphere of the court was not lifted. The confrontation for asking Duke Qin Tan to step down became more and more intense, and the atmosphere of the court became more and more tense.

Whether it is successful or not, something big will happen. Officials are cautious in their words and actions, and prohibit their children and nephews from going out, especially in and out of places of sensuality.

In Zuixian Tower, Li Huixian looked at the men and women wandering in the hall. Her business here was not affected. Thanks to Xue Qing's article hanging in the hall, their Zuixian Tower is not just a place of sensuality.

In addition to Xue Qing's articles, there are many other people. There are often literary gatherings in front of the high platform in the hall. A group of people wrote articles for everyone to comment and appreciate and discuss the level.

"Grandma, many poems have been named after our Zuixianlou recently." A man said happily, "It's really something that everyone recites."

Many of these literary and poetry meetings will write the place where the poems are written in the poems.

"Grandma, our Zuixian Tower is about to be remembered forever." Another man smiled.

Li Huixian leaned against the railing and said, "I can't see it even after a hundred generations..." He smiled, "I only look at today's chau." While shaking the wallet in his waist, the money inside was clattering.

The two men also laughed, and laughter came from downstairs, accompanied by the tinging and hanging rings, and saw Chunxiao wearing gorgeous makeup swaying in her zither.

"Daughter." Li Huixian had already bent down and waved, "Are there any guests tonight? Are you going to rest?"

Chunxiao held the zither and looked up, smiling sweetly: "Mom, just go play the zither, it's not tired. It's rare that Master Lu and the others come here, so they must see you."

A man immediately introduced Li Huixian who the master was... a minor official in the Wucheng Military and Ma Si. When Chunxiao first came to the capital, he liked to show his men's clothes. He was deeply interested in the military master's fun, and he often supported Chunxiao at that time.

Li Huixian smiled even happier, waved his hand to Chunxiao, and smiled at the men around him, "Everyone says that bitches are ruthless, that's because only in this way can they survive in brothels. This is what everyone understands and follows. We Chunxiao, but we are a sentient being, and dare to do things that others dare not do. It's amazing."

"It's not good if you are passionate and indulge in love." A man said. There were also many passionate women in the brothel, and they all ended up miserably.

Li Huixian spat and said, "You really don't understand. Love is different from deep love. We Chunxiao is not simple." He looked at the swaying girl with a smile, "Now with Xue Zhuangyuan's title, but he is not arrogant and proud. Even if Master Lu and others don't see anyone, what can she say about her?"

In this way, the two men followed and saw Chunxiao standing in front of a room. The guest in front of the door opened the door diligently, and at the same time shouted loudly that Mrs. Chunxiao was coming. As the door opened, a clamor sounded inside.

"I've really invited you, Lao Lu, you really have face."

"I can actually see Madam Chun Xiao..."

The voice poured out, Chunxiao laughed at the door, lifted her skirt and walked across the threshold.

"Chunxiao is not a god, monster, ghost, why can't she see it?" She smiled coquettishly.

The laughter inside was even stronger, and the guest pulled the door up to isolate the noise.

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As the night faded and the sky was about to dawn, the Zuixian Tower also fell into tranquility.

A light was on in Chunxiao's room. The girl who had not taken off her makeup was leaning in front of the dressing table, using an eyebrow pencil to write a few small words on rouge paper, and carefully looked at it. There were soldiers from northern borders gathering outside the capital.

After writing, put the rouge paper into a roll of paper scroll, put the paper scroll into a long box, raise your hand and pull out a bead hairpin from your head. The bead hairpin is dipped in the red and pressed on the bottom of the paper box, and a small pattern that seems inconspicuous appears.

"Ku'er." Chunxiao shouted, and as he stroked his head and turned around lazily, he looked at the little maid walking in outside the door, "Take this box of paper back to Yousheng Study. I don't want this anymore, change me to a big paper."

The maid responded, picked up the box and said, "There are always people in the Yousheng Study Shop. I'll go and change my sister to a new one. I'll use it when my sister wakes up."

Chunxiao yawned and smiled against the dressing table. Even the little maid was so happy that she went out happily.

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As the sky gradually became clear, Zhang Liantang had already stood up in Zhizhi Hall in the capital city, and a servant was serving him and putting on his official robe. Today's grand dynasty meeting involved the impeachment of Qin Tan Gong, and all the officials in the capital were going to court.

A book boy came in outside the door.

"Young Master, Youshengzhai has newly arrived a batch of pens, inkstones, paper and inkstones, and it has been delivered early." He said, putting a bag on the table.

Zhang Liantang nodded, opened the bag and looked through it slowly, and finally picked up one of the paper boxes, pulled out a small piece of rouge paper, and saw the words on it and frowned.

"Have you bought pen, ink, paper and inkstone there recently?" he asked.

Shutong shook his head: "Youshengzhai said he had gone to see him off, but the officers and soldiers guarding outside did not let him get close. There was no news inside except for that time."

Zhang Liantang nodded and put the rouge paper into the incense burner. The fragrance became a little stronger, and the smoke spread out in the morning light.

Why are there soldiers gathering?

Should I forcefully take down Duke Qin Tan? Or should Duke Qin Tan take down the person who framed him?

No matter who takes whom, what is the reason? What about?

Today's court meeting will be very lively...

Does Xue Qing know?

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When Xue Qing knew about it, the stars in the sky had not dispersed yet.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves in the yard. The capital was south of the city. Even though the branches and leaves were still condensed, the condensed leaves were a little chilling at this moment.

"It's not winter yet, it's so cold." Si Qian kicked open the door and walked in with his hands in his arms to complain. When he saw that there was only a bowl of hot tea on the table, he became even more angry. "Where is mutton soup? It's been there before, why did it last time today and it's gone?"

Xue Qing stood aside, decorating the wound cloth to decorate his complexion, throwing his official robe next to him, and then he just said no.

"Xue Qing, there is no danger in the Imperial Street and the capital, nor is there any heavy army crossbow machine hidden, but I can tell you that Mr. Qin Tan himself is the most powerful killing weapon, and you don't need me anymore." Mr. Sige said with a snorting.

Xue Qing said with a oh, "But you don't kill Qin Tan Gong for me, and you don't come out to save me when I'm about to be killed, why are you?"

Mr. Si Broo stared at him, opened his mouth to refute something but had nothing to say, and finally said, "That's the imperial city!"

Xue Qing tilted his head and smiled: "I hope Mr. Qin Tan kills me in the imperial city."

Mr. Sige said, "He is not so stupid to kill you in public, and you are not so stupid to wait for someone to kill you, but..." He hummed twice, "If there is danger in the imperial city, you may need my help when you want to run away."

Xue Qing picked up the official robe and flipped it on her upper body. The robe flew and fell down to cover the iron bars behind Xue Qing's waist.

"No," she said, "I have seen the map of the imperial city you gave me. There are many places to run or escape." After that, he sorted out his clothes and walked out, "I'm going to court."

The officers and soldiers who had guarded the door had all gone away. Only four men were standing in a sedan chair. Xue Qing got into the sedan chair and wrapped it in a thick cloak, revealing only a blood-free face. The four men carried the sedan chair faster and steadily than the carriage, and walked silently along the street. Instead of going to the imperial city, they entered Chen Sheng's mansion.

At dawn, the prime minister's ceremonial guard appeared in front of the imperial city, and the officials walking in front of the imperial city were immediately given up their way like sea water.

The horse that Chen Sheng used to ride was still walking among them, but the officials who seemed to be surprised.

Where is Chen Shengren?

Why are there only horses and no ones?

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The morning light shone brightly, and the cicada also walked out of the house, either choosing a seat or making a loyal person. She always got up very early in the Song family, walked towards Song Ying's residence as usual, asked Song Ying about her eating, drinking and sleeping, and checked her face. She watched Song Ying eat a bowl of soup and start taking care of Mrs. Song's upcoming funeral matters. She would leave.

But today when we arrived at Song Ying's courtyard, it was quiet, and there were no little girls standing in the corridor.

Song Ying was not a person who fell asleep and got up late, especially during his mother's mourning.

What's going on?

Chanyi stopped in surprise, and footsteps came from behind her. She looked back at the two little girls walking by holding fruit plates, which were placed in front of Mrs. Song's spirit, and she hurriedly called her.

The two little girls understood before she could speak.

"My aunt is here to meet the lady," they said, "Miss is out."

It was so early in the morning, and where did Song Ying go out? Chanyi was puzzled and subconsciously grabbed her hand, feeling a little uneasy.

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Chapter completed!