Tonight was destined to be a restless night in Chang 'an City.
The night watchman had just struck the gong.
Groups of men in black rushed out from the depths of the palace.
They were densely packed.
The gambling house was still shrouded in smoke.
There were oil lamps, the stench of sweat, the stench of feet, the sourness of wine, and piles of vomit. One could even find a few fresh or rotten broken fingers in the corner.
This was the gambling house!
The gambling house of the Tang Dynasty.
It was a cancer of society.
But even the government could not eradicate it completely. There were always people licking the blood on the tip of the knife.
This included a gambling house set up by the Turks in the corner of the East Market of Chang 'an City.
Even the patrolling soldiers could not touch the darkness here.
In the darkness, a group of strong men in night-walking clothes flashed into the gambling house through the secret door.
In the hustle and bustle, the man held a straw in his mouth as soon as he entered. When the steward saw the straw, he hurriedly stepped aside and opened the curtain behind him to let the man in.
In this room, a dim oil lamp was burning. The room was extremely simple. There were no unnecessary decorations. There was a table, a chair, and a bed.
That was all.
But when the man entered the room, he lifted the bed board skillfully. There was a dim light and a faint smoke curling in the air.
The man listened quietly for ten breaths. When he found that no one had entered, he jumped into the cave.
Along the stairs, the man turned left and turned again. Then, he entered a spacious underground room that looked like a yurt. .
The room was very large, and cracks could be seen all over the pale yellow walls. It was obvious that this secret room had been here for many years.
In the room.
The sound of a woman's unrestrained laughter could be heard, as well as the sound of rough breathing.
The man did not look up. As soon as he entered, he knelt on one knee and waited quietly.
In front of him, there were three small rooms with no doors on a large red sandalwood bed.
On the bed.
He could vaguely see at least ten women on the bed, and he could also vaguely see a few muscular men among them.
The man's appearance did not attract the slightest bit of attention. It was as if he was air.
A moment later.
A bare-chested burly man with a scar on his face came out from behind the curtain.
The man reported in a low voice.
"Reporting to Chief, the Young Khan has sent a letter!"
The man heard this.
His expression changed and he waved his hand, ordering all the women to enter a dark hut at the back of the room. At this time, the burly man asked: "Little Khan, what are your orders?"
"The Little Khan asked the leader to seize the time to stock up on provisions. The Little Khan predicted that there might be changes at any time, so he asked the leader to temporarily close the gambling house to avoid attracting the attention of the Tang Dynasty's government!"
"Close the gambling house?"
"That's easy for him to say! Then why didn't he pay for me? If I don't have money, how am I supposed to buy food? "
The brawny man shouted angrily.
He smashed the rosewood bed railings with his palm.
"You tell the Little Khan! Now I have prepared 500 dans of food and stored it in a safe place outside the city to facilitate movement. There are also 3,000 dans of food. It is estimated that in a few days, it will be transported out of the city. Ask him to find a caravan to transport it to the grassland. As for Lao Tzu's gambling house, he can't care about it! "
"Get lost!"
"…"
Zhang Feng did not sleep well.
He did not know why.
It was so quiet that he could hear a mouse running next door. He did not know what was wrong with the room these days. It was so noisy in the middle of the night!
And he did not know if there was something wrong with his bed or if he was hallucinating.
He could always hear women's coquettish complaints by chance.
This was terrible!
As soon as he heard this voice, he went crazy.
Was he sick?
At this time, Zhang Feng grabbed his hair and sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking hard about whether he should find a doctor to take a look.
This was obviously not right.
Previously, when he said that he was thinking about women, it would not be a hallucination, right?
But now?
Damn it, once it was past midnight, that guy was so noisy that he was about to go crazy.
No!
Damn it, was there something wrong with holding it in?
Or was there really something wrong with the room opposite?
Zhang Feng was shocked.
Could it be that someone opened a brothel next door?
This kind of thing had happened before.
In order to attract business, Hu merchants would often open temporary brothels in Chang 'an City in the middle of the night in some unoccupied shops.
However, Zhang Feng had read about this in the unofficial history books. He also heard about it from the old man who wrote at the corner of the street. At that time, the old man's eyes were no longer cloudy. It was as if he was talking about his glorious past.
"Something's not right!"
Zhang Feng finally exploded when he heard a woman's coquettish complaint.
He hid in the corner and listened without even turning on the lights.
The walls of the ancient times, especially the walls of the houses, were made with an inexhaustible amount of mud. In addition, mice were diligently digging holes every day. Basically, as long as one squatted in the corner of the wall, one could hear the conversation of the neighbors through the mouse hole.
However, when Zhang Feng put his ear to the mouse hole, he really heard that something was not right.
It was actually a gambling den opposite!
Damn it.
How could this be?
However, at this moment …
He suddenly realized that there was someone outside the window!
In the night, a figure was standing quietly outside the window. His ear was pressed against the paper window, listening to the movement.
Zhang Feng was scared out of his wits.
At this moment, he really hoped that the damn system would be activated at this time!
However, things did not go as he wished. Zhang Feng could only pretend to be asleep. He squatted in the corner and snored softly.
After hearing the snoring, the person outside the window slowly left.
At this moment, he and the person outside were only separated by a thin piece of paper window!
"Damn it!"
After the person left, Zhang Feng took a deep breath.
He subconsciously pressed his eyes against the window and looked outside.
In the moonlit night, a person dressed in night clothes was slowly disappearing into the night.
Night-Walking clothes?
Did he need night-walking clothes to enter a gambling den?
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