Chapter 37 Bianliang
The first day of the first lunar month, the second year of Kaiping.

Daliang Eastern Capital, Kaifeng Prefecture, Bianzhou.

It was just after New Year's Eve, and the sound of firecrackers could still be heard in the streets, and children in new clothes swarmed through the crowd.

It was the first day of the new year, and the adults who were accidentally bumped into just smiled and passed by. They were carrying gifts in their hands, walking around the streets, congratulating their superiors and neighbors, and the laughter was endless.

In the alley, a ghost from the Xuanming Sect, with blood on his face, was resting against the wall, panting.

Next to him, there was a female corpse whose blood had already flowed out and mixed in the slightly muddy snow.

At this time, the laughter of several children was heard outside the alley, and then just a moment later, two children suddenly rushed in.

After a few glances, the child was so frightened that he stood there in a daze.

"roll."

As soon as the ghost opened his mouth, they were scared away.

Another ghost soldier who arrived late chased after him. Seeing this, he was stunned for a moment and cursed in a low voice: "Why did he die?"

"This bitch, she wouldn't even let me touch her, and she even tried to make some noise. She was almost caught by someone." The man in the lead spat and cursed, "If I hadn't reacted quickly, she would have taken the knife away from me."

"Are you fucking stupid!"

Later, the ghost kept cursing, "We captured so many people in Zhengzhou. We tortured this one so hard that she surrendered, but you killed her? Without her, how can we find the people from Huanyinfang?"

"This trick doesn't work in the first place. This bitch keeps saying she's going to take us to find someone, but I think she just wants to be exposed on the street and tip off others!"

The ghost soldier with blood all over his face climbed up and shouted, "Come here, help me carry the body. Damn it, we can't let these bitches out!"

But after he shouted, he didn't hear any response from behind, so he turned around and cursed: "There are still many..."

But before he could turn around completely, he felt a chill on his neck.

Yu Guangzhong knew that the ghost who came later had collapsed to the ground without him knowing when. At this moment, a slender woman in a blue shirt and with her face covered was holding a short blade against his neck.

The blue-shirted woman had cold eyes and spoke quickly.

"I ask, you answer, and you live."

The ghost raised his hands slightly and nodded in fear.

"How many people have you arrested in Zhengzhou?"

"Thirty-seven, twenty-one killed." The ghost's voice trembled, and he hurriedly said, "Twenty-two, I just killed one by accident."

"Where are they being held?"

"We've locked up a few people at the headquarters, and a few people at the branch offices..."

"Specific number of people!"

The dagger on his neck was getting tighter, and the ghost soldier burst into tears, saying, "Lady, lady, I really don't know. We, the subordinates, just follow orders. How can we know these details..."

"Why didn't you blockade the city?"

"During the New Year, we dare not act too recklessly or make too much noise, for fear of disturbing the mood of His Majesty in the palace..."

"Have you found the location of the hidden agent in Huanyinfang?"

"It's actually been tightly sealed, but they haven't discovered it yet."

"What's going on with this woman?"

"This woman said that if the news from Zhengzhou had spread, Qiguo would definitely send help to Bianliang. She said she could find it."

Seeing that the blue-shirted woman was lost in thought, the ghost pleaded, "Lady, that's all I know, please forgive me..."

"When do you plan to start?"

"The night after tomorrow."

The blue-shirted woman was startled and frowned, "Didn't you say you didn't dare to make too much noise?"

"On the third day of the first lunar month, Your Majesty will visit Luoyang, the western capital, and will not return until the Lantern Festival."

"defect."

The dagger slashed quickly, and the ghost covered his bleeding neck in disbelief and staggered to the ground.

Ji Ruxue's beautiful eyes were cold. She glanced at the female corpse that had already stiffened, and then felt a little sad. She then took out a small bottle from her arms and sprinkled medicine powder on the three corpses.

After a while, several corpses began to melt rapidly.

She pulled off her mask, put the dagger into her sleeve, and walked out of the alley with her head down.

The sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time in the city, accompanied by the laughter of the New Year, and the atmosphere was full of joy.

……

Going inside the West Water Gate, beside the north side of the Bian River, is the most prosperous downtown area of ​​the outer city.

There is an inn near the river. In the second-floor guest room with a view of the street, Ji Ruxue propped up the window and whispered, "It was right not to contact the person in charge of Bianliang. Now the other side knows where the secret agent is. Once we show up, our whereabouts will be exposed."

Fan Yintian held his forehead and said angrily, "There is only one day. Even if we notify them, it will not be enough time for everyone to evacuate!"

"The time is still too tight..."

Ji Ruxue frowned tightly and walked back and forth.

By the time they arrived in Bianliang, it was already New Year's Eve, and they didn't even have time to collect information.

Seeing that the Xuanming Sect was acting ruthlessly and the secret forces in Bianzhou were about to be overthrown, they could do almost nothing.

Finally, she said, "No matter what, we'll save as many as we can."

"How can we save them? We can't leave if they target us."

"I will go alone and inform them first. Shengji, you can find a way to meet them outside the city." Ji Ruxue said calmly, "This is better than doing nothing."

"Nonsense!"

Fan Yintian said with a gloomy face, "You also said that the Xuanming Sect has actually blocked that place. You will be walking into a trap if you go there!"

"I know." Ji Ruxue had made up her mind. She tied her ponytail tightly, raised her sword, and was about to go out.

Seeing that she was about to open the door, Fan Yintian gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "Come back! With your limited skills, you will die if you go. I will go! They may not be able to capture me."

The girl turned around and was startled.

Normally, Fanyintian almost never gets close to others in Huanyinfang, so this sentence seems particularly abrupt at this moment.

The latter had a cold face and snorted, "Let a junior go to die. Don't let this spread out and tarnish the reputation of this Saint Princess."

But Ji Ruxue would never agree. Fanyintian was much more important to the empress than she was to the empress.

The former and Miao Chengtian were the right-hand men of the Empress in Huanyinfang. Compared with Miao Chengtian, Fanyintian was the one who made decisions in Huanyinfang most of the time. Because the Empress was busy with the government affairs of Qi country all the year round, she didn't have much time to manage Huanyinfang.

Besides, it was just death, she was not afraid.

But she did not argue, she just stood there, thinking: "No matter who goes, they have to find out the situation around the secret stake first, so that they can make arrangements."

Fan Yintian frowned, resting his hands on the table, and said, "You can go and explore. I will arrange the manpower. We don't have many people. Without my order, you must not act rashly, otherwise you will fail!"

"Take orders."

Ji Ruxue changed into a slightly neutral outfit, then thought for a while, and finally decided to leave the somewhat unsightly long sword in the room.

She followed the two guests and went to the counter on the first floor like a normal person, and asked the waiter to help her hire a carriage.

Outside the street, people were surging.

The carriage therefore drove slower, but she did not urge it. Instead, she lifted the curtain and carefully looked at the buildings and streets on both sides of the street.

The vehicles followed the flow of people south across the Cai River. There were more pedestrians on the street, so she directed the driver to enter the inner city via the Longjin Bridge.

The east side of Longjin Bridge is also a busy area, but it becomes more lively as you go deeper into the city.

The driver was a little unsure of Ji Ruxue's destination, so he asked, "Miss, do you want to go to Daxiangguo Temple?"

"No, my wife has heard about the prosperity of Bianliang, but she doesn't know the way. She asked me to find out where the bustling places are for her first."

The driver, who was from Bianliang, began to introduce himself to her in a familiar manner.

But before he could say a few words, suddenly a hundred soldiers holding spears came from the south and cleared the streets.

All the people on the road hurriedly avoided it, and the carriage stopped outside Longjin Bridge.

On the main street, more than a hundred Xuanming Sect ghosts escorting several carriages slowly appeared in Ji Ruxue's sight.

She frowned and asked, "Who is this person entering the capital? Do we need to clean the streets?"

The driver was also somewhat bewildered, scratching his head in confusion, "Even if it was the prince, there wouldn't be such a grand ceremony..."

But at this moment, someone in the long line began to shout.

"The Prince of Jiyin, in gratitude for the emperor's grace, has come to the capital to meet your majesty. Those who are not here should stay away..."

"So it's the Prince of Jiyin." The driver said with a smile, "Your Majesty is truly kind and benevolent. He even gave such a grand ceremony to a former emperor."

Outside the car, a pedestrian who was blocked from passing through whispered in dissatisfaction: "He is just a deposed emperor of the previous dynasty. If it weren't for your majesty's kindness, how could you have wasted our time by doing this?"

Ji Ruxue had no intention of listening to these people's conversation. Her heart was in her throat.

She lifted the curtain a little wider and kept looking at the carriages.

Next to the carriage in the front, there was a burly leader of the Xuanming Sect riding a horse.

Her fingers gripping the curtain turned pale. When she saw the convoy finally pass Longjin Bridge, she pursed her lips and said, "We'll go directly to Daxiangguo Temple."

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