Chapter 37 Search and find where the brothel is

The rank of the Censor is not high, but the power is not small. From the sixth rank of the Censor, he can actually be regarded as an important figure in the imperial bureaucracy. The place where such a person comes in and out is heavily guarded, whether in the Yamen or around the mansion. There are many subordinates to protect him. A poor young man who sells letters wants to kill a censor in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Empire. This sounds a bit fantasy, and it is also an Eastern fantasy that is accustomed to personal heroism.

But Ning Que never considered how to kill the opponent. In his opinion, killing is the simplest thing in the world. This period of his life began with a murder. Later, in Minshan, the border fortress, the grassland, and the Beishan crossing, his blade and arrow tip were unknown. How many beasts and men fell.

He only cares about one thing now - how to kill the censor Zhang Yiqi without being discovered - no matter how he trusts his killing skills, facing the powerful Tang Empire's security yamen, thinking of the unfathomable things in Chang'an City A strong man, he knows very well that if he cannot get away quickly afterward, he will definitely end up simply dying.

There is very little information about Zhang Yiqi on the oil paper, and it is not suitable for Ning Que's plan, except for one: Zhang Yiqi, the imperial censor, has an upright and serious temperament, but it is said that he has a very serious lustful disease secretly, and he often goes to the land of romance in private. . It's just that this man has a fierce wife and a reputation as a royal censor, so he is extra cautious when buying sex. After all, Zhuoer is just a low-level spy in the military department, and he has never found out which brothel this man often goes to.

"There are so many buildings in Chang'an City, which one will you go to?"

Ning Que frowned and thought hard, overturning his previous idea of ​​following the other party to find the brothel. Since none of the professional spies from the military department could use this conventional method to find out where Zhang Yiqi's ecstasy house was, then this imperial Shi must have his own method. As for the daily life preferences of such officials, the chatty Chang'an people in the teahouses would not care too much, so it was difficult for him to get what he wanted from the streets and alleys, and things became a bit troublesome.

After holding his chin and staring at Qingyang after the rain for a long time, he suddenly stood up.

His mood suddenly brightened at this moment, and he finally understood that this matter was no different from hunting in the Min Mountains or chopping firewood on the grassland. Since you want to know where the old bear and the den of horse thieves are, there is no old hunter with a good general to provide you with it. map, then the only thing you can do is to use your own feet to walk into the Minshan Mountains and the grasslands to see the wear marks on the bark of the trees, the dried feces in the weeds, and the ashes of the fires buried under the mud. .

He is a good hunter and an excellent woodcutter. He can use these details to determine which mountain col the old bear is hiding in and whether it has been injured. He can also determine how many people there are in the den of horse thieves and whether they have ever left Subi Lake. Then he believed that he would be able to judge the daily habits of a Tang Dynasty censor through the details he personally observed, and find a way to kill him silently. The most important thing he needed to do now was to enter Chang'an city.

"I want to go out for a walk." Ning Que stretched out, told Sangsang, and walked out.

Sangsang chased to the door and held it open, asking, "Where are you going? Do you want me to follow you?"

Ning Que understood what she was worried about and replied with a smile: "There are some places you can't go with."

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Walking on the sunny streets of Chang'an, Ning Que's mood became better. He deliberately forgot about the blood in the spring rain, and then turned himself into a young scholar studying in a foreign land. He went to that bookstore to check out the books he had already read. After finishing a few idle books, he began to wander between Yushitai and Zhang Mansion.

The next day, he walked under the shade of a willow tree and stood next to the candy man stall. He watched from a distance through the crowd as the square-faced, calm and powerful Censor left the Censor's Stage and returned to his home. Looking at the powerful entourage beside the imperial censor, looking at the highly disciplined security forces in the streets, and looking at the heroic knights of the Yulin Army who occasionally galloped past him, he became more and more sure that he could not use the method of killing people violently in the street. Kind of reckless approach.

The entire day seemed fruitless. In the evening, the gate of Zhang's Mansion opened wide. The censor seemed to be attending someone's official banquet. The censor's wife and several women who were dressed as concubines sent him out. The idle men on the street smiled and pointed to that place. While saying envious words, Ning Que, who was drinking herbal tea in the tea shop, noticed some details. Except for the lady with a cold expression and a thin figure, the concubines and waiters were all extremely plump.

Men's aesthetic preferences for women have always been reflected not through their wives, but through concubines or lovers. Sometimes they marry wives because of their family status, money, and prospects... and maybe there are also illusory things like love, and they accept them. The purpose of a concubine or lover is very simple, purely to conform to sexual ideas.

"I like plump girls." Ning Que looked at the concubines who were standing behind the mistress as honestly as quails, but their eyes showed smugness and cunning from time to time, and smiled and thought in his heart.

Following the Censor's sedan out of the four streets, and watching the sedan enter a majestic prince's residence somewhere, Ning Que quietly glanced at the gate of the prince's residence, then turned around and walked casually to a lively place, looking for a free man. Asked: "My friend, I would like to know if there is any building in Chang'an City where the girls are famous for their plumpness?"

I was stupid, but after handing a silver horns, no matter how stupid the question was, I could get a less stupid answer. In the eyes of the idle man, Ning Que suddenly became a rich face to have a rich face in Changan. After laughing twice, he hugged the teapot with his teapot very well and introduced him to the wind and moon in Chang'an City.

Listening to the name that was more complicated than the real test of the college's admission to the hospital. Ning Que rubbed the corners of the eyebrows and said with a bitter smile: "Too much, which is the most expensive one? And the environment is quieter."

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Holding the name address of a few famous Qinglou, Ning Que was looking for searching on the streets of Chang'an, which was light, and hesitated in that romantic place. Some buildings did not go in. Master Shi is definitely not a frequent visitor here. This is purely a hunter's intuition.

The problem is that he is really not good at hunting in such a place. He was sent to the turtles at the door to be polite but never entered. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. When he came to the fourth green building on the list, he had already been outside the green tower, he was already already out of the list, he was already already on the list, he was already out of the list, he was already already on the list, he was already out of the list, he was already already on the list. I found that this way is not just stupid and stupid.

There are many green buildings in Chang'an City, and the environment is a lot of noble environment, and which building will not have some red card girls in the building? It's so few like the head of the head of the bear, and if you want to meet the old bear's chance, isn't it too little?

When he turned around for a long time at this green building, he suddenly heard a silver bell -like sound from behind him. Those crisp laughter floated far on Changan Street, attracting countless people's gaze.

Ning Que looked back, and saw the lights of the green tower, and the people who had not yet started laughed by leaning on the column, and the red sleeves in the building seemed to be a teenager who was tender at a tender face.

"Too bullying people!"

He took the heavy silver bag in his sleeves, and looked at the beautiful prostitutes who were charmingly smiled upstairs upstairs. New era.