The setting sun was like blood, a patch of dark red.
Yang Fan was sitting on a big rock, behind him was the red sun that was gradually setting in the west.
The night breeze brushed his hair, causing it to flutter in the wind, just like his current mood.
Looking at the Eight Vajrapani walking casually outside the Princess' tent from afar, but still did not see the Princess. Yang Fan could not help but secretly sigh. He could imagine how heartbroken Princess Taiping must be at this moment. Perhaps when he made up his mind to leave, her heart was already broken.
Maqiao was patrolling outside and inside the camp. When he walked to the riverside, he saw the soldiers watering their horses by the riverside. He specially told them to look after the horses well and not let the horses run into the fields across the river and harm the common people's seedlings. If the local officials reported this to the capital, they would inevitably be punished with flogging.
Just as he was giving his instructions in a rough voice, a few soldiers in the distance suddenly made a ruckus. Then they saw a row of bushes, a frightened hare was running away in panic, and it just happened to scuttle toward Maqiao's side.
Maqiao's eyes and hands were sharp, he kicked the hare with his boot. The six to seven catties fat hare rolled on the ground a few times and died. Maqiao's kick had actually kicked the hare to death. Maqiao laughed out loud. He carried the hare to show off to his brothers, and then proudly walked away amidst the tide of flattery.
When the soldiers who chased after him saw that the hare was intercepted by their superior, they could only accept their bad luck. They walked away dejectedly, hoping that they could catch something else.
Maqiao carried the hare back to the camp. Suddenly he saw Yang Fan sitting on a big rock with his arms around his knees, lost in thought. Maqiao went around to the back of the big rock and climbed up to sit next to Yang Fan. He raised the hare and said with a grin, "Just now I caught a hare on the ridge of the fields. Let's roast it later and have a good drink."
At this time there was no strict prohibition of alcohol in the army. Even the God of War, Li Jing, who was very strict in governing the army, in the military strategy he personally wrote, there was only a rule that drinking and fighting was not prohibited. Since ancient times, it was the custom for soldiers to drink. Banning alcohol was also a long process.
Back then, Lu Bu even caused a military coup and lost his life because he banned alcohol in front of the army. Until the Song Dynasty, it was only at a critical moment of war, when two armies faced each other on a bloody battlefield. The commander-in-chief would temporarily ban alcohol according to the situation.
Now that the Dragonriders were escorting the princess to Chang 'an, they were in territory controlled by the imperial court. It was a very easy task, so Ma Qiao was not nervous.
"Drink? Sure! "
For some reason, Yang Fan, who had never been fond of wine, wanted to drink to his heart's content at this moment. He looked at the hare in Ma Qiao's hand and frowned, "This hare only weighs six to seven catties. There won't be much meat left after it's skinned and roasted. How can it be enough for us to enjoy? Let's go, let's go search the mountain and catch a few wild chickens. We won't stop until we're drunk tonight! "
Ma Qiao laughed and said, "Haha, I've finally found a chance to teach you a lesson. We can drink, but how can we get drunk when we're on official business? Erlang, this is your fault … "
Before Maqiao could finish his sentence, Yang Fan had already jumped down from the big rock and was striding up the mountain. Maqiao hurriedly carried the rabbit and jumped down, shouting, "Erlang, slow down. Wait for me to put away the rabbit, then I'll go with you to find the chicken!"
…
The crescent moon was like a hook, and the mountains and fields were cold.
The bonfire by the river at the foot of the mountain had been extinguished, and the sound of insects chirping could be heard in the grass.
The first checkpoint on the outside of the camp was relatively tight. From time to time, the sounds of patrolling officers and sentries exchanging commands could be heard.
In the camp, the Princess's tent was especially heavily guarded. The guards of the Princess's residence had formed a cordon and were on high alert. They didn't think that anyone here would dare to offend the princess, but rules were rules. Even if they let a long worm or a wild rabbit sneak into the tent and startle the princess, it would be their dereliction of duty, and the consequences would be severe.
In the darkness of the night, a person suddenly approached slowly. The soldiers outside the Princess's tent immediately tightened their grip on their weapons and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
"Chief Steward Marquis Yu, Chen Mo Yu, patrolling the camp!"
"Password!"
"Two Taoist robes!"
"Shave your hair and become a monk!"
"Chen Yu greets you!"
In the grass, two crossbows pointed at the sky. The patrolling officer, Chen Yu, nodded his head and walked past the Princess's tent with his knife.
This password was set by Maqiao. No one knew why he thought of these two passwords, except for Yang Fan.
In the eyes of others, the password had to be bold and unconstrained, so that no one could guess it. Only Yang Fan knew what this password meant. It was an event that changed the lives of the two brothers. It was from the moment they put on that Daoist robe that their fates changed, and Ma Qiao naturally had a deep memory of this.
Yang Fan stood in the dark and raised his wine bag. He took another big gulp of wine and walked forward. He wasn't drunk, but his feet were already floating. As he walked on the uneven mountain, his body swayed slightly.
"Who are you?"
"Minister of Justice, Yang Fan, seeks an audience with Her Highness!"
There was a moment of silence in front of them. The two crossbows were still vigilantly pointing forward. A lantern lit up in the middle. The lantern slowly floated over. As it floated closer, the light green silhouette carrying the lantern could be seen clearly. There was only one person coming. He raised the lantern and shone it on Yang Fan's face. The hand that had been pressing on the hilt of the knife loosened. "It's getting late. If Doctor Lang has nothing important to do, please come back tomorrow morning!"
As he said this, he raised his right hand and gestured to the back. The two crossbows pointed to the sky to prevent accidental shooting.
Yang Fan kept the wine bag and said, "Please inform the Princess. If she does not wish to see me, it will not be too late for Yang Fan to leave!"
The matter of Yang Fan and Princess Taiping had spread like wildfire. How could the guard not know? He really did not dare to offend Yang Fan. He hesitated for a moment before saying in a soft voice, "Her Highness is currently bathing. It is not suitable for her to meet Minister. Please come back tomorrow morning."
Yang Fan smiled bitterly, "If I come back tomorrow morning, I am afraid I will not be able to sleep well tonight. Please inform the Princess. If she does not allow me to see her, it will not be too late for me to leave."
The guard hesitated for a moment before nodding, "If that is the case, please wait for a moment."
A moment later, the guard appeared in the big tent.
This big tent was like the big tent of the Khan of the grassland. It was very spacious. Inside, there were simple folding screens and cloth curtains that separated different spaces. Separated by a cloth curtain that hung from the top of the tent to the ground, Princess Taiping, who had just finished bathing, was lying on a soft couch.
She had a smooth back, a sunken waist, a round buttocks like a full moon, and a pair of slender thighs that were as strong as jade pillars. Because she was lying on her stomach, the two round jade balls in front of her chest were squeezed to the point that they were overflowing. There was a large arc under her ribs, which looked thick, soft, and elastic.
Behind her stood a strong female sumo wrestler. That pair of huge palms that could stop a startled horse were abnormally gentle at this moment. She pushed, took, pressed, rubbed, stroked, cut, sometimes the edge of her palms, sometimes the back of her palms, sometimes the center of her palms, and sometimes she clenched her fists. Her movements were incomparably skilled. Because of her movements, the pair of jade balls in front of Princess Taiping's chest trembled and constantly changed shape.
Massage was very popular in the Tang Dynasty. There was even a doctor of massage and a masseur in the imperial physician's office. They were given the rank of a ninth rank official and specialized in teaching massage techniques. This female sumo wrestler was the female disciple of the doctor of massage in the imperial physician's office.
"Your Highness, the Ministry of Justice's Minister Yang Fan requests to see you!"
A guard's voice came from outside the curtain. The hands of the female sumo who was massaging inside paused for a moment. Then she returned to normal and continued to pat the smooth back of the princess.
Princess Taiping was lying there with her cheek facing the other side. When she heard the guard's report, her back clearly tightened. There was a light "pa pa pa" sound on her back. Under the patting of two fat palms, the curve of Princess Taiping's taut back gradually softened.
"What … does he want?"
The guard's voice said, "He didn't say, he only said … to ask the princess to see him!"
Princess Taiping was silent for a moment and said, "Just say that I am already resting and it is not suitable for me to see a guest. If he has something to say, then we will talk about it tomorrow morning. "
"Yes!"
The guard hesitated for a moment and said, "This subordinate said so, but Yang Langzhong said that if he comes tomorrow morning, he might not be able to sleep tonight. This subordinate saw that he was drunk … cough cough, so I went inside to report … "
The guard waited for a moment and did not see any movement inside. He awkwardly coughed and said, "This subordinate will take his leave!"
"Wait!"
Princess Taiping suddenly called out. She turned over and stood up. A pair of snow-white breasts could be seen. On her fair and smooth skin, two small cherry buds were bewitchingly embellished with a dazzling light. With a flash of her beauty, she was wrapped up in a light robe that resembled a net of clouds. The sumo woman draped a soft, wide robe over her body and lightly retreated to the side.
The female sumo had a strange look in her eyes. It seemed that she was blaming Princess Taiping. Princess Taiping's eyes met with her and immediately moved away. She also felt that she was too disappointing. She was hurt so deeply by him. She only heard him say that he would not be able to sleep tonight and her heart softened. She eagerly welcomed him in. Was she so easy to bully? But … but even if her heart softened, what could she do?
"You … call him in!"
Princess Taiping ordered. The female sumo finally could not help coughing and said, "Your Highness, it is late at night. It is not suitable for Your Highness to receive a foreign official. A man and a woman alone, I am afraid … "
Princess Taiping glanced at her and lightly said, "Is there a lack of rumors about me? How I live is my own business. When have I ever been afraid of other people gossiping? When have I become a woman afraid of people making irresponsible remarks? "
The female sumo saw that she was slightly angry and lowered her head, not daring to say anything.
Princess Taiping seemed to feel that her words were a bit heavy. She patted the female sumo's arm and softly said, "You go rest. I am fine. I have never been a woman who lives to look at other people's faces. I am not a woman who lives to listen to other people's words. Slander and praise are up to others. I am me!"
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