I heard the man ask her again, "Can you tell me your name?"

It seemed that I saw my brows frowning slightly, and I quickly explained again, saying: "The villain has no other meaning, I just want to ask you for a title. The villain can't always call you, it's neither respect nor convenient..."

He kept rubbing his big hands as he spoke, obviously feeling a little frightened.

Wu Zhao suddenly noticed that the man's palm was very thick.

She subconsciously took two steps back and asked vigilantly: "Can you be someone from Bashu?"

The reason why I asked this is that I suspect that this man was the subordinate of two brothers. After all, this man's palms were thick and covered with calluses. At first glance, he was a powerful martial artist with martial arts skills.

The Tang Dynasty had great military achievements, and people with martial arts were generally treated very well. However, this man bowed his waist to treat him. Wu Zhao had to suspect that he was sent by his two brothers to arrest people.

But the man was obviously stunned, then shook his head and said in confusion: "Bashu? That's quite far away! Why did the little brother ask this? The villain is a real Guanlong man..."

"Yeah?"

Wu Zhao's eyes flashed a few times, pretending to be puzzled: "Since you are from Guanlong, why do you hear the accent but don't have the smell of Chang'an? Instead, there is a...well... a strange smell that cannot be described. I have never been exposed to this tone before!"

The man yelled and smiled embarrassedly, "Don't blame me, my little man has been in the Northeast for too long. We have been there for ten years and did not return to Chang'an until the beginning of the month. Because I have lived in the Northeast for too long, I even lost the taste of Guanlong..."

He suddenly bowed his hand again and asked carefully: "Brother, I dare to ask you about your surname Gao. A villain cannot always call you a boy. This is neither respectful nor convenient."

This time Wu Zhao did not hesitate anymore, and suddenly Zhan Yan chuckled and said, "My surname is Wu, my youth is Mingyue..."

She was introducing herself solemnly, but the person opposite suddenly changed his face. He reached out and covered his ears directly, and said hurriedly: "If the villain knows that your surname is Wu, I have not heard anything else."

Others are likely to refer to Wu Zhao's young name.

After the man asked Wu Zhao's name, he seemed to have completed an extremely important task. He suddenly took out a few pieces of silver from his arms and put them on the cotton coat that Wu Zhao was holding, and then turned around and left in a hurry.

Before leaving, he did not forget to please him and whispered: "There are inns everywhere in Chang'an City. It is better to find a place to stay first. If there is any shortage of money, you can just find a shop guy to say it. In less than half an hour, the villain will appear and give money..."

Wu Zhao was stunned for a moment, standing in the corner of the wall watching the man leave, suddenly a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he blurted out subconsciously: "Are you under his command?"

It would be fine if she didn't ask. When she asked, she saw the man fleeing, as if he was frightened, and seemed extremely frightened. He said hurriedly: "Mr. Wu Family, don't guess randomly, villain is not, villain is not..."

Running away, without a trace in a flash.

Only Wu Zhao was left standing in the corner of the wall, and she suddenly felt that her guess might be wrong.

The king acted like a great day. Even if he found out that he was a woman, he would not do such a hidden thing. Even if he had a purpose in his heart, he would come in person.

I would never send a servant to find out my details so little.

The facts are just as Wu Zhao guessed!

But the man ran away all the way and appeared in a remote corner of Chang'an soon after. At this time, the panic on his face had disappeared, but there was infinite anger and hatred in his eyes.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed in the corner, but someone asked in a deep voice: "How is the matter done?"

The man subconsciously raised his waist, but his tone was full of hatred. He gritted his teeth and said, "I have sent the money and made him a little suspicious. There are many factions under King Zhao. Even if he sees King Zhao telling this matter in the future, King Zhao will probably not guess that we did it. He will only think that it was a faction under his command to please, so he intends to approach this student..."

"Very good, it's done well!" The man in the corner praised.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone suddenly became even more resentful, and he said excitedly: "Master, we still have the force of force, why don't we fight directly and let the Han people in the Tang Dynasty repay the blood debts of Liaodong."

The corner was silent for a long time, and the man never replied to this question.

After a long time, the person in the corner said coldly: "You leave first and continue to pay attention. Don't ask other things. The Tang Dynasty and King Zhao are not so easy to deal with."

The man gritted his teeth and wanted to say something else, but in the end he forced himself to endure it. He looked obviously disappointed, but he still bowed respectfully and turned around and left.

When his figure disappeared from afar, the man walked out slowly when he spoke in the corner. There were six short knives inserted between the man's waist, and the short knives did not have a sheath.

He also held a telescope standard for generals of the Tang Dynasty army, and his face was covered with scars, which looked extremely ferocious in the afterglow of the sunset.

It was the man who lost his country in Goguryeo, and the second six-sword master, Yuan Gaisuwen, from ancient times to the present.

He suddenly held the telescope and watched the other side of the test field. The muscles on his face that was dissatisfied with Scar kept pounding, and his one-eye shot a strong look of hatred. He murmured to himself and said, "Although I don't know what you have to do with him, I saw him patting your shoulder and hitting your chest from the telescope. This was clearly a subconscious action between brothers. I'm afraid he didn't know that he was unconsciously revealed..."

Yuan Gai Suwen said while checking carefully. The telescope camera kept looking at Wu Zhao. After a long time, he slowly lowered the telescope. His eyes were shining with a hint of confusion. He said in confusion: "Strangely, he is fifteen years old. He should not be his son, nor a disciple of a disciple, nor a nobleman's son..."

Speaking of this, he frowned and became more confused and said, "Does Li Yue have friends with the surname Wu? If you are not friends, why did he deliberately take care of you in the examination room?"

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset gradually faded, and Yuan Gai Suwen hid in the dark for a while and observed for a while. Finally, he saw Wu Zhao slowly leaving with the package in his arms, while the person he sent was quietly following him in the dark.

"Although there is only a little possibility, I cannot give up at will. Even at any point where I can get close to Li Yue, I, Yuen, Gai Suwen, have to ambush them with all my heart. Li Yue, Li Yue, you deserve to die..."

A scar rolled on his face, and a cold light shot out of one eye. He suddenly put the telescope into his arms, and then hid in the darkness like a ghost.

Not long after he left, several figures suddenly followed him in the remote alley. One of them kept smelling the walls and the ground with his nose, and then slammed the blue bricks on the wall in anger, and said annoyedly: "It's hateful, I'm leaving him again. This person should stay here before a cup of tea, but unfortunately we always chase him one step later."

Several other people clenched their fists, and some gritted their teeth and said, "As long as the person is not dead, they can always be chased. Continue to chase. There is no one in the world that Qianlong cannot chase after."

The few people bounced their feet and instantly hid into the darkness.

At this time, the sunset finally set, the lights in Chang'an City were just on the rise, the streets were noisy and night markets were prosperous, and the people did not know that all the confrontations were in the dark.

Wu Zhao walked around the street with a small cotton coat wrapped around her. She passed by several inns and wanted to stop and go in to stay, but she felt that these inns were too expensive, so she continued to walk on the street and search.

Today, the imperial examinations were just over, and many students were looking for places to stay on the street. Some students who thought they could pass the provincial examinations gathered together, made an appointment to wander around Chang'an City and gain friendship with the same exam.

Seventeen examination halls were set up in Chang'an City, and there were so many students participating in the provincial examination. It just so happened that the emperor granted pardons today and did not give a curfew, so these students became even more prosperous in the long streets of the imperial capital.

Wu Zhao continued to move forward with the package in his arms, constantly looking for cheap inns while walking. At this moment, she suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The figure was carrying a load of food and holding two little girls with bright pearls and white teeth in his hand. He carried the load to a street stall, but a few imperial examination scholars surrounded him.

Those scholars were dressed well, and they were not from poor families at first glance. One of them seemed to be because they did not do well in the provincial examination today. He suddenly kicked the grain basket of the man in the stall like anger, and said angrily: "Food, food, compassion, compassion, and compassion, are all you damn mud legs. If you didn't farm, King Zhao would not write a poem about compassion, damn, damn, if you didn't have this poem, I would definitely be able to pass the provincial examination..."

The scholar became more and more angry as he spoke, and suddenly kicked the grain basket over.

Not far away, Wu Zhao grew his mouth round and suddenly had an extremely strange thought in his heart, and he said secretly: "You dare to kick his grain basket, I think you are really going to be in a state of chaos."

Grain, cool, has not been put together since ancient times.

The person who carried the load and set up the stall was nothing but the King Zhao of the Western Palace of the Tang Dynasty. The two beautiful little girls he held in his hand were probably the most loved by the emperors of the Tang Dynasty.

These rich children are obviously dead. No one is provoking them, but they even provoked Han Yue's family. Although they don't know why King Zhao took the burden to the street to sell food, his face and the meaningful slightest touch on the corner of his mouth Wu Zhao recognized it clearly.

Wu Zhao suddenly put the small package on his shoulder, shouted loudly, and shouted: "You are all scholars. How dare you bully Lianglian? Apologize quickly and leave, otherwise your life will be unsafe..."

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...Today, there are 6,000 words for two updates. Someone asked why Wu Zetian was written like this. Is the Queen just a vase? In fact, it is to use her to make a line to miniaturize the details of the Tang Dynasty imperial examination. If everyone doesn't like to write like this, let's jump over and start going to Lingnan.
Chapter completed!