After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Two days later, the east wind came at night, and the flowers and trees fell.

Yan Huaiyin drank his last sip of tea in a tea shop along the street outside the gate of Chaohua City.

It was already dark, and the gate of Chaohua City was closed at [-]:[-] o'clock in the morning. After closing, it was opened until the next morning. During this period, the gate was not allowed to be opened unless it was urgent.

After the city gate was closed, there was almost no business, and Yan Huaiyin was the only one left in the whole tea shop. Seeing that the owner of the tea shop was going to close the stall, Yan Huaiyin put down the tea money and got up.

The boss took the tea money and said with a smile: "Guest officer, go slowly, and the journey will be smooth!"

Youshi hadn't closed the city gate yet, Yan Huaiyin came out from the city gate, the boss thought he was going on a long journey, so he said this phrase "Bon voyage".

After he finished speaking, Yan Huaiyin smiled and said, "I would like to borrow your good words."

When he left the tea shop, Lian Qing was already waiting for him outside, after Yan Huaiyin approached, Lian Qing said: "Master, Meng Jingxuan left the other courtyard an hour ago, and she hasn't come back yet."

He said: "Whether he will come back tonight, I don't know yet."

"I see," Yan Huaiyin nodded, and walked forward, "Let's go, let's go."

Under a tung tree not far from the tea shop, two gentle horses were tied.

Yan Huaiyin walked towards the horses, Lian Qing hurriedly followed behind him, he looked at the sky, there was wind tonight, the clouds were blown like a flowing Mo River, it looked a little vague and gloomy.

According to Yan Huaiyin's original plan, he should have waited two more days to intercept Meng Jingxuan's next move, but now Yan Huaiyin has advanced the plan by two days, just hoping that no accidents will happen.

The two got on their horses neatly, and with the sound of hooves, they rushed out of Chaohua City.

More than 30 miles away from Chaohua City is a small piece of small mountains and rivers with beautiful scenery. The scenery is beautiful in all seasons, so the dignitaries in the city love to build Zhuangzi courtyards here.

The last time Gu Yan's Jiji ceremony was held here, and it was different from the last time, the beautiful scenery in the daytime looked a little scary at night, surrounded by dark shadows of whirling trees, but it was rare to see even sporadic lights.

The sound of horseshoes sounded in the night, Yan Huaiyin and the two walked around half of the contiguous Zhuangzi, and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

The courtyard is unremarkable, it doesn't look big, there is not even a door plaque, and the two wooden doors are tightly closed.

Yan Huaiyin rolled over and got off the horse.

This is where Meng Jingxuan stayed for the past few days after she came out of the inn.

Lian Qing followed him for a long time, only to find that he has a small yard here.

The yard was pitch black, making it difficult to see clearly. The only thing they could be sure of was that Meng Jingxuan was not inside at this time.

Yan Huaiyin handed the rope to Lian Qing, and said, "You stay here and watch, I'll go in and have a look."

Lian lightly took the rope and said solemnly: "Yes."

He stood in front of the two horses like a silent statue, Yan Huaiyin didn't break the door, but tapped his toes lightly, like a light bird, he fell into the yard in a blink of an eye.

In the courtyard, which was as cold as water at night, it was so quiet that there was not a single sound.

Yan Huaiyin glanced away, but did not go to the main room. There were two side rooms on the left and one right in the yard, and he walked to the door of the left side room.

He tried to push the door, but it didn't, and the windows were locked.

Yan Huaiyin didn't hesitate too much, he slid out a thin iron wire from his sleeve, the iron wire went into the copper lock, turned it around twice, and the lock opened with a crisp sound.

The window opened, the hem of the clothes passed by the window silently, and Yan Huaiyin fell into the room like a fallen leaf.

The lonely moonlight followed him in, and Yan Huaiyin took advantage of the moonlight to quickly circle around the room.

When he was still a prince, he was very upright in everything he did. Now he was doing sneaky things, and he really had a bit of talent that he shouldn't have, but he became familiar with it after a while.

The layout of the room on the left is simple, it should be a room for servants, there is not even a desk, Yan Huaiyin searched around, but did not find anything useful.

He stopped lingering, went out of the room through the window, and entered another side room.

The things in this room are much more luxurious.

Meng Jingxuan is a pampered son, even if he is reduced to this small courtyard in the suburbs, he will be covered with brocade quilts.

There were some rice papers scattered on the desk next to the bed, some with words written on them, Yan Huaiyin took the rice papers with words and went to the window, and looked at them under the clearer moonlight.

They were all ordinary letters, or things that Meng Jingxuan wrote casually, nothing could be discerned.

Yan Huaiyin put the paper back where it was. He didn't care if Meng Jingxuan found out that someone had been here, so he put it very casually, so when he put it, he wiped something with his hand.

Yan Huaiyin paused there.

The thing he touched just now was nothing more than an ordinary incense burner with a phoenix bird pattern that can be seen everywhere, standing on the corner of the table.

The lid of the censer was scattered aside, and the censer ash inside could be seen clearly.

Yan Huaiyin's long eyelashes drooped, she stretched out her fingertips, and touched the ashes of the incense burner inside.

Terribly hot.

He poked the ashes of the incense burner with his fingertips, and out came out a fragrant cake with sparks.

It is a habit to put out the incense burner after going out, even though Yan Huaiyin doesn't light incense very much, he still knows this common sense.

There is usually only one reason for leaving the incense burner unextinguished when you go out——there are still people in the house.

Lian Qing personally watched Meng Jingxuan leave the other courtyard for an hour, and she couldn't pretend.

Yan Huai quietly withdrew his hand and took a slight step back.

With his back against the window, his face remained unchanged, only his pupils turned slightly, and he looked around the room immersed in darkness.

It was quiet, and no one was seen.

After Yan Huaiyin looked around, she walked towards the bed step by step.

He was only five steps away from the bed, Yan Huaiyin's footsteps were light, landing almost silently.

The first step fell, and the empty bed brought the room into silence.

The second step...the third step is the same.

When Yan Huaiyin took the fourth step, there was a muffled soft sound on the empty bed.There was obviously no one on the bed, but it seemed like someone moved on the bed.

There was no need to go on the fifth step, Yan Huaiyin quickly squatted down and bent over, facing the bed, and as soon as he lowered his head, he met the pair of huge eyes under the bed.

The eyes remained motionless, only opened to the extreme, and only the pupils trembled slightly.

Yan Huaiyin said softly, "Come out."

It seemed that he realized that there was no room for resistance, and after a while, the eyes crawled out from under the bed.

When he came out, Yan Huaiyin saw his appearance clearly.

It was a bit familiar, Yan Huaiyin thought for a while, and remembered who this person was.

It was the servant who ran errands for Meng Jingxuan to Nanyang Hou Mansion in front of Feiyan Street that day and was kicked out many times.

This boy is indeed a clever one, he climbed out, but he had a response in his breath.

He lay on the ground and smiled, and crawled towards Yan Huaiyin with his hands and legs together, wanting to hug Yan Huaiyin's leg and beg for mercy: "My lord, you are thirsty here, please rest first, my son Going out, my little one will pour you a cup of tea to moisten your mouth..."

But as soon as his hand touched Yan Huaiyin's knee, Yan Huaiyin kicked his shoulder and kicked him aside, and said in a cold voice, "Don't move around."

Ever since the inn was held hostage by Jiang Lian, he was annoyed by others touching his legs.

The boy was kicked aside, his shoulder hit the desk, he was in pain for a moment, and he let out a groan, lying on the ground without reacting.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, he tried to get up from the ground with his shoulders propped up, but just as he got up, Yan Huaiyin kicked his clothes and something fell out of his arms.

Something hit the ground with a soft thud.

Seeing the thing fall to the ground, Yan Huaiyin didn't react, but the servant shook, picked up the thing and stuffed it into his arms.

Before he could stuff it in, Yan Huaiyin grabbed his hand.

Seeing that the things in his hand were snatched by Yan Huaiyin, the young servant immediately cried out: "Master...Young Master...This is the thought left to me when my mother died, please take pity on me... .”

Yan Huaiyin took the things from his fingertips, and smiled when she heard this: "If your mother is not dead, it would be better if you didn't give birth to your son."

After he took it back, he didn't know where to press the hand holding the young servant's wrist. The young servant only felt half of his body go numb, and suddenly went limp, and collapsed on the ground.

Yan Huaiyin looked down at the things in his hands.

It's a small badge.

It's made of jade, without any complicated patterns, only the word "Du" is engraved in small gold-plated characters on the back.

It is different from ordinary waist cards, the only thing is that this waist card is too small, but half the size of a palm.

Yan Huaiyin only took one look and recognized what it was.

The badge of the governor of the imperial army.

Strictly speaking, it is not a real waist card.

The real waist badge is naturally hung on Meng Yi's waist, this waist badge can barely be regarded as a pair, and the positions of more than a thousand households in the Daqi army will have such a pair of waist cards.

If the real waist card is lost or stolen, take out a pair of waist cards, and it can be used for a while.

The Vice-Governor of the Forbidden Army cannot mobilize the entire Forbidden Army in Chaohua City, but it is more than enough to mobilize a small team of thousands of people.

Yan Huaiyin was not surprised that the waist badge appeared in Meng Jingxuan's hands, otherwise Meng Jingxuan would not have used the Imperial Army at the Imperial Concubine's Banquet.

Now that the waist card is with the boy, it's probably because Meng Jingxuan felt that he was afraid of losing this gadget when he went out to do errands, so he let the boy take care of it first.

Yan Huaiyin tapped the badge with his fingertips, the only thing that puzzled him was that everything was too clear.

This waist badge is the badge of the imperial army, and Meng Jingxuan's father, Meng Yi, is the governor of the imperial army, but the most important thing in all of this did not appear - Nanyang Marquis Mansion.

Yan Huaiyin no longer looked at the badge hanging on his fingertips, but turned his head slightly to look at the servant lying on the ground and staring nervously at his hand.

When he was thinking about something, he had no expression on his face, and he rarely even blinked. His eyes were dark and moist under the eyelashes. Looking at it this way, he looked like a cat crawling in the night.

Immediately, Yan Huaiyin shook his hand, and he held the waist card in his palm. He bent his eyes and said, "If you can't think of it, don't think about it."

He smiled and said, "Just follow me."

The boy hadn't realized the meaning of his words, he just felt a pain in the back of his neck, and lost consciousness the next moment.

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Lian Qing didn't wait long outside when she saw Yan Huaiyin flying down from the courtyard wall with an unconscious servant on his shoulders.

Handing over the servant to Lian Qing, Yan Huaiyin got on the horse, bowed his head and said, "Let's go, let's go back."

Lian Qing followed his order unconditionally, immediately got on his horse and followed behind him.

Yan Huaiyin rode very fast when he went back, and the damp wind at night rolled up his hair, leaving the midsummer cicadas far behind.

After arriving at the gate of Chaohua non-stop, Yan Huaiyin pulled the horse rope and stopped.

Lian Qing stopped behind him, and saw Yan Huaiyin sitting on the horse, looking at the closed gate of Chaohua City, without blinking her eyes.

In front of them was a long convoy of carts that transported livestock from the corner gate to Chaohua City.

During the daytime, no livestock were allowed on the streets of Chaohua City, and livestock such as pigs and cattle had to enter the city at night so that they could be sold in the early morning.

Lian Qing didn't dare to disturb him, and the servant on his shoulders quietly stood aside.

It wasn't until the night was getting brighter, the livestock convoy had already disappeared, and the morning sun hit the majestic and stretching city gate, that Yan Huaiyin turned his head.

His body was covered with a layer of frost, and in the blink of an eye, the dew on the eyelashes fell tremblingly and hit his neck.

Yan Huaiyin looked at Lian Qing, and slowly smiled: "I figured it out."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince thought about it all night before he could figure it out, Lian Qing never thought he could figure it out immediately, so he asked: "What did the master want to understand?"

Yan Huaiyin didn't answer him, but raised the rope: "Let's go, let's go in."

When the time comes, the gate of Chaohua City opens on time.

Even though it was morning, Chaohua City was a city that never sleeps, even Qingkang himself, following Zai Yan Huaiyin outstretched his hand and walked all the way to Jing Zhaoyin, still attracted a lot of attention.

Yan Huaiyin didn't care about this, he walked to the gate of Jingzhao Yin's yamen, did not knock on the door, but walked to the big drum standing next to it.

He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the drumstick, and raised his hand—the drumstick fell hard, and the majestic drum sound swayed, and the sound of the drum blew away the endless darkness left by the long night. The golden light of the sun fell with the dawn, Sprinkled on Yan Huaiyin's frosty wrist holding the drumstick.

The drums sounded one after another, and at the ninth beat, the gate of Jing Zhaoyin Mansion opened.

Beating the drum to avenge grievances is not a trivial matter, and it is Jing Zhaoyin himself, Li Daoli, who came out of the door.

When Li Dao went out, he saw a young man holding a drumstick standing on the long street outside the mansion.

His body was covered with frost and his face was pale. Standing on the bluestone tiles beside the vermilion wall, he looked like he had just stepped out of a green landscape painting where the ink was still wet.

Li Dao looked at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you beating the drum to avenge?"

Yan Huaiyin blinked and said with a smile, "I will defend Jiang Lian."

Li Dao thought he had heard it wrong for a moment, and asked again: "Jiang... Lian? Which Jiang Lian?"

"Jiang Lian is nine thousand years old," Yan Huaiyin smiled, "I want to sue Meng Jingxuan, the son of Meng Yi, the Governor of the Forbidden Army, for commanding the Forbidden Army to smuggle 50 taels of gold into Jiang Lian's mansion with the governor's badge, causing him to be suspected by the Holy Majesty. Shut up in a small building."