In the darkness, the galloping Xi car whizzed past the deep cave, and a series of carriages were loaded with passengers, as if they were walking through Chang'an's bloodline, sending them to all directions.

As the roar gradually faded away, a light rose in the darkness, illuminating several gloomy faces.

There were also two carts pulled by wooden cows, full of goods, covered with thick felt cloth, and only strange outlines were seen.

The person in charge moved the underground cover and exposed the entrance to the secret passage hidden deep in the Xiche Tunnel.

In the secret passage, the people who had been waiting for a long time looked up, and both sides verified their passwords and safety.

"Hurry up! The next train will arrive in two quarters of an hour."

The commander turned around and urged loudly: "Move everything in."

So, under the dim light, the nervous transportation began.

Three quarters of an hour later, under the hanging overpass, beside the river pond where sewage flowed, a man in green was stained with dust returned to the carriage.

"Gangmaster, everything has been shipped."

"Please clicked?"

The curtain was lifted, revealing a gloomy face: "Don't miss Wu Yougong's big event."

"A lot of goods were all made, without any damage." The subordinate reported respectfully.

"Where are the transporters?"

“Dispose it.”

"very good."

The gang leader nodded with satisfaction: "You go to Xuanyong too, don't come back to Chang'an in the past few months."

The subordinate turned around and just took two steps, he heard the sound of crossbow strings coming from behind him. His expression changed instantly. When he turned around and wanted to say something, a whistling sound came.

Soon, a body was thrown into the stinky river and disappeared into the whirlpool of the sewer.

"Let's go."

The gang leader withdrew his gaze and lowered the curtain, but before the carriage started, someone hurriedly stepped up and reported in a low voice.

"Anlefang?"

The gang leader frowned unhappily: "Didn't those dog legs have become unfamiliar?"

"No, it's not Lu Daoxuan." The sender handed over a letter: "Someone is connecting with the gang of survivors in the name of Lu Daoxuan, and is still dreaming about competing for the position of the arch-owner with you."

The gang leader took the letter and glanced at him quickly, his expression became more gloomy.

"I just don't know how to live or die!"

The crushed invitation was thrown to the ground.

"Okay, unexpectedly, after leaving Lu Daoxuan, an old dog, another puppy came." He said coldly, "I didn't have time to pay attention to this group of garbage these days, but they have expanded a lot. If you speak out, who dares to bear the consequences at your own risk! No, find someone to solve the person named Xun..."

The loud crow chirping suddenly sounded, causing his expression to stagnate.

"So what's wrong?"

Someone opened his hands and caught the crow, and took off a narrow letter from the crow's legs.

He took a quick look and turned around to report: "Gang leader, the news about the Crow Old, there is something happening there again."

"Okay, one or two, I'm starting to be dead."

The gang leader laughed anxiously, and after thinking for a moment, his expression became ferocious: "Aren't so many people trying to get 30,000 gold? I'll add 20,000 gold.

Let Xingyan and Qijing go too, bring the 'Kuluzi' - first get rid of the ignorant ranger, and then let the Xun accompany him on the road!"

In the darkness of the carriage, a hoarse voice full of malicious intentions came: "Since one Lu Daoxuan is not enough to die, then let's die a few more..."

Qujiangfang, there is a busy and noisy moment.

The most famous beautiful scenery of Qushui Liushang is now completely different from the past. Ingenious lanterns are hung on the courtyard and on both sides of the cruise ship.

Beauty, teenager, lotus, Buddha, old man, even strange flowers, giant beasts, mountain kings, raccoons...

With the craftsman working for a month, all the colorful lanterns have been prepared, and only the last lights have been lit.

Soon, all the poems will be hung on. At tonight's grand event, all participants will present their most beautiful poems to compete for the ownership of each lantern.

And in the roads and courtyards, countless people are busy sweeping and making final preparations.

"Cleaning the railings here again, and in the kitchen, all the bowls and chopsticks must be boiled three times in boiling water, and wipe the floor and table clean, so as not to see any dust on it."

Shangguan Rong stood beside Qushui and ordered the manager beside him: "Everyone remember to check their appearance, behave properly, and never lose anything."

"This... needs to be wiped again?" The manager was stunned: "It's almost time to look like a mirror."

"Then just wipe it until you can look in a mirror."

Shangguan replied coldly, raised his hand and pointed to his forehead: "Also, your hat is crooked."

The manager straightened his hat in a panic and nodded in agreement.

After Shangguan asked to click on the to-do items again, he finally ordered: "Check the guests' list again, and the door will be opened in half an hour. It is a rare literary event, so there will be no trouble at that time."

"This, Lord Shangguan..."

The manager wanted to speak but stopped, but he couldn't hide his curiosity. He asked in a low voice: "Does there really be noble people from the palace who come to watch this lantern poetry festival?"

Shangguan looked back expressionlessly.

The handsome face couldn't make people feel at all friendly at this moment, cold and majestic. Looking down at the dark eyes, the manager lowered his head in panic and did not dare to ask again.

"Be careful."

Shangguan Lengran said: "Some problems are not something you can't ask for, no matter how much money you charge."

"yes."

The manager bowed his head deeply.

"Also, don't be too nervous or worry too much."

Shangguan Rong sighed with a self-deprecating sigh: "Maybe it's just a mere joy... For you, the annual event is just an ordinary thing for some noble people, and I'm too lazy to watch it."

The reason why he was so dedicated was just a casual question on the jade stairs, and he didn't even get any response after reporting.

A dragon can be big or small, and can rise or hide.

Who can guess the idea of ​​the real dragon?

Whether it comes with the fun or throwing this little thing behind your mind, it is just a thought, but for others, it is a huge thing.

She may not come, but she cannot be without her place.

She may not read it, but this poetry meeting must be impeccable.

This is the biggest truth in Chang'an.

The manager didn't dare to ask again, and turned around and left, but soon, a blind-eyed boy holding a stud came over.

"Lixiang?"

Shangguan turned around and asked in confusion: "Is there anything wrong?"

The young man took a step back, gave a polite manner, and meticulous: "There is nothing else. If you have the help of the servant, you will give Mr. Shangguan a famous sect."

"Whose name is the sting?"

Li Xiang was speechless and handed it on with a blank paper in both hands.

On the expanded page, there is no unnecessary nagging or gorgeous nonsense, only two simple words and one name.

Passing the will from another side to him.

Shangguan was stunned for a long time, sighed lightly, and shook his head: "Brother Taibai, I really like to make trouble."

He turned around and left, but was called away by the boy behind him.

"Please wait, Mr. Shangguan."

The blind boy took a step forward and asked, "I came here as a messenger. Although I am a blind man, I must do my duty and dare not let down my trust - did you not reply?"

During a brief silence, Shangguan quietly stared at the thin and slender boy.

The pale palms under the sleeves were already trembling nervously.

However, he did not take a step back.

Waiting stubbornly for the reply.

Soon, Shangguan smiled softly.

"You are right, you should have a response." Shangguan nodded and ordered: "Since you are coming, come in a glorious way... Xu Wen, go and hang his brand on it."

He said, "Hang on the top."

The manager Xu Wen was delayed for a moment, unable to believe it, almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Top?

But Shangguan had turned around and left, leaving only the last words.
To be continued...