As night falls, Chang'an City is still lively. The lights are brightly lit in the east and west gates, which are more concentrated in business, and the sound of silk and bamboo are loud and laughter is noisy. In the tavern, drinking and punching sounds are coming one after another. Chang'an City will not start to implement a curfew until the hour of Hai, and before this time, various commercial activities are basically unaffected.

It is also for this reason that within an hour after the night fell, major businesses had excellent business, especially taverns and brothels. Almost every house was full, but as the hour of Hai, shops began to close, and there were more people on the streets. Most of them were in a hurry and they all had to return home before Hai.

At this time, there was still a quarter of an hour before the hour of Hai. It was the time when the shop closed and pedestrians rushed home. There were also two men in black walking in a hurry on the streets of Xicheng, Chang'an. At this time, people came and went on the streets, and most of them were in a hurry. No one would pay attention to them.

At this time, the two turned into an alley and walked forward dozens of steps. A dead lantern hung in front of a gate in front of the front, emitting orange lights, and the words "hotel" were written on it.

This is a hotel hidden in an alley, but there is also a lantern logo at the entrance of the alley, which makes it business good. Several merchants who had just arrived in Chang'an were asking a friend about the price at the door, but were quickly taken in by the friend.

At this time, two men in black came to the gate and looked at the signboard on the door. The bleak light made the words on the sign barely visible, and the door said Wang's Hostel.

Where they were looking for was this place. Two men in black looked at each other and walked into the inn together. A fat guy came out and smiled and said, "Two guests, the shop is full, I'm sorry!"

"We don't stay in a hotel, so we're looking for someone." A man in black said coldly.

"Oh! Who are you looking for?"

"Listen, let's find a man from Hexi, named Li Wen. Maybe he doesn't use this name. He is in his early thirties and has a relatively thin figure. There is only one person coming to Chang'an. Go and find him out!"

The fat guy felt that the two of them were cold and rude, and they were a little unhappy, and cursed: 'Is it so cold to ask someone to do things? Who are you old?' However, the professional habits made the fat guy still smile with a sincere attitude, "Can the two guests be sure that he lives in the small shop?"

"We can be sure that he lives here!"

At this time, the fat guy suddenly found that two men in black had knives in their hands. He was stunned for a moment, and became a little scared, and hurriedly said, "I'll check it out, two guests will wait!"

He turned around and hurried towards the lobby. The two men in black did not wait and followed him into the lobby. At this time, the shopkeeper saw that the friend brought two people in, and couldn't help but curse: "Didn't you tell you that the customer is full, why did you bring the customers in again?"

"Shopkeeper, they are here to find someone!"

"Who are they looking for!"

The fat guy looked back at the two men in black and saw their appearance clearly under the light. Seeing that the two men were covered in flesh and fierce eyes, he felt even more scared and hurriedly said, "You ask my shopkeeper! He knows every guest."

After saying that, he smiled and stepped back, and heard two men in black asking coldly, "Let's find a man from Hexi."

The fat guy ran to the backyard in a panic, ran to a guest room, slamming the door, "Young Master Li! Youth Master Li!"

The door creaked open, revealing a pretty face. It was a thin man, "Man, is there anything wrong?"

"Outside, there are two people coming to look for you outside. They are very fierce and holding a knife."

The man was stunned and asked, "Is it an official yamen runner?"

"No! They are two men in black, with the same accent as you, Mr. Li, it seems that the visitor is not good."

Mr. Li was immediately panicked, "It's amazing, they must be here to kill me."

At this time, the shopkeeper heard the voice of the shopkeeper in the corridor, "Two people come here to ask Mr. Li to live in the last room."

The fat guy was shocked, grabbed Mr. Li's wrist and ran to the backyard. The fat guy pointed to the low wall in front of him and said anxiously: "Come over the wall, there is a street outside, run away!"

The fat guy realized that he had done his best to be kind and righteous. He ran to the courtyard next to him and disappeared in an instant. He didn't want to be implicated and was killed together.

Mr. Li panicked and ran to the wall, clumsyly climbed up the low wall. Just as he was about to climb over the wall, a shiny dagger shot "swoosh!" and hit his left shoulder.

Mr. Li screamed in pain, and turned over and fell outside the wall. Two men in black pulled out their knives and rushed over, jumped up onto the wall. Seeing that the person they were about to kill had already run twenty steps, he shouted softly and jumped off the wall to chase.

Later, the shopkeeper was stunned and it turned out that they were here to kill people! At this time, the fat guy came out of the darkness with trembling all over his body and said tremblingly: "Shopkeeper, you are not dead, you are so lucky!"

The shopkeeper was furious and raised his hand and slapped him, "You bastard, you actually threw two murderers to me. I want to kill you!"

"Shopkeeper, please spare me!"

Mr. Li stumbled and ran. Although his movements were clumsy and his body was thin, his desire to survive made him resist his shoulder injury and run desperately. He actually ran a hundred steps in one breath. But after all, he was a scholar, so he could not escape the two killers and assassins behind him. He was about to be caught up by the two killers behind him.

It was also his life that he should not have been killed. At this time, a team of patrol soldiers came to the opposite side. It was already curfew time. The patrol soldiers began to prepare for the night patrol. When Mr. Li saw the savior, he shouted desperately: "Help! Kill people!"

The patrol soldiers heard the shouts and ran up together, "Who is it?"

Seeing that the soldiers had arrived, the two men in black behind saw that they were one step late and could not kill the man, so they had to turn around and run into the darkness. Several soldiers chased after him, "Stop!"

Mr. Li relaxed in one breath and fell to the ground. When the chief of the Shoutun City saw that he was covered in blood, he was shocked and stepped forward and asked anxiously: "Who are you and who wants to kill you?"

About hundreds of steps away from the assassination, there is a new house covering an area of ​​30 acres. This is Zhao Yun's mansion, which is called the General Mansion by Chang'an people. The mansion was only completed last year and was built on the land donated by the Tao family.

Usually, Zhao Yun does not often live in the mansion, where only his wife, Li and two sons live. This time, when King Liu Jing of Han returned to the capital, Zhao Yun rushed back from Tongguan and just arrived in Chang'an this afternoon.

Zhao Yun took a bath and washed away the dust along the way, changed into clean clothes, and was sitting in the study to write a report to Liu Jing. At this time, the butler walked to the door to report: "General, there is a team of patrol soldiers outside the mansion, and it seems that there is something important to look for the general."

Zhao Yun was stunned. Why did the patrol soldiers look for him? He stopped writing and stood up and said, "Let's take a look!"

When Zhao Yun came outside the gate, he saw a team of patrol soldiers standing under the steps. He asked, "What are you going to see me if you have anything to do?"

The head of the gate hurriedly stepped forward and bowed and said, "Report to General, we have saved a scholar who was hunted down. He said he had something important to look for the general and said that the general knew him."

Zhao Yun had already seen two soldiers holding one, as if injured, so he walked up slowly, raised the lantern to illuminate his face, looked at it, and nodded, "I'm a little familiar. Where have you seen it? Who are you?"

The scholar said in a low voice: "Don't General Zhao remember me? I am Li Wen, the magistrate of Juyan County. He was in Juyan County the winter of the previous winter. The general agreed to send me a letter."

"It's you!" Zhao Yun suddenly remembered that he had talked to this person when he was in the northern expedition to the Yan Xiongnu. He looked at Li Wen again, and saw that he was covered in blood and was very injured. He couldn't help but ask in surprise: "What happened to you?"

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In the study in the Han Palace, Liu Jing sat behind the desk and stared at his son Liu Zhi standing in front of him. Today was the second day after he returned to Chang'an. He had recovered from the fatigue of the journey and began to ask about his eldest son's condition for a year.

The so-called tiger father has a dog son, which seems to be a historical fixed number. Behind countless heroes, there is always a mediocre son. Of course, this is just a matter of probability. There are very few heroes in themselves, and all my sons become heroes. This is really rare.

It is not only because of talent, but also has a lot to do with life experience and living environment.

If there were no rebellion at the end of the Qin Dynasty, Liu Bang and Xiao He were just grassroots officials, Cao Shen, Fan Kuai and others would have been mediocre people, Xiang Yu was at most a murderous thug, Zhang Liang and Chen Ping were just scholars who were angry and vulgar, and Han Xin was just a homeless man with a high heart and a weak life. How could these heroes appear?

But the world is peaceful and after the chaotic times disappear, where are their descendants?

Liu Jing also understood this truth, so he did not expect his son to surpass himself. He just wanted his son to become a sober and promising monarch, inheriting and thriving the country he created.

He has great expectations for his son and high requirements. Especially for the past year, Liu Zhi has basically studied government affairs on Pingzhang Platform every morning, and Liu Jing also believes that he will have great changes.

However, from the perspective of appearance alone, Liu Zhi has changed a lot. He is already ten years old and has a sharp growth in his figure. Although he is a little weak, his every move has a calmness and maturity that is inconsistent with his age. This is the change in his studies on Pingzhangtai over the past year.

Liu Jing saw this change and felt really relieved.

"So, you have to go to Pingzhangtai every morning and learn literature and do fu with your master in the afternoon. Is that true?"

"Report to my father, that's the case, and the child has to go to Pingzhang Platform every day, and never misses a day."

"Do you go on weekends?"

"There is a minister on duty on weekends, and the child will go."

Liu Jing nodded and asked again: "But where are you doing martial arts exercise?"

Liu Zhi didn't say anything for a long time. He was indeed inadequate in this regard. He slowly lowered his head and whispered: "Report to my father, my child rarely practices martial arts and fitness."

"This is not possible. I can see that your body is not very good, and you are even a little thin. This is not a long-term solution. Starting tomorrow, after getting up early, you can spend an hour practicing martial arts, contact swordsmanship, learn riding and shooting, and then go to Pingzhang Platform. I will arrange for the guards to teach you specifically."

"The boy understands."

Liu Jing wanted to test his knowledge again. At this time, a slight footsteps came from outside the door, and then he heard his wife Tao Zhan say outside the door: "Husband, Zilong is here, and he says he has something to ask for a meeting."

When Zhao Yun came to see him at this time, there must be something important. Liu Jing nodded, "I'll go now!"

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Chapter completed!