Chapter 190: The Eunuch Mu San in the Break House

Chang'an City is too big, so even if it is prosperous, it still looks dilapidated in the most hidden corner. There is an abandoned house at the end of the Sixteenth Street in Dongcheng. It is said that it was once a home for a noble family. Later, the family was defeated and could not survive again. They transferred the house to a wealthy businessman at a low price. Not long after, the wealthy businessman's family had a murder case, and the family was poisoned to death. Although it was later found that the real murderer was his business competitor, no one lived in the house anymore, and I don't know how many years it had been abandoned.

Because Chang'an City is too big, it is obviously too hard to give all the streets a elegant name. So to put it simply, streets that go east and west are called streets, and streets that go north and south are called streets. The shops I rented are located in East Twenty-Three, which is still a distance from Dongshiba Street where this house is located, and it takes at least one hour to walk.

A cloud blocked half of the moon, and the broken moonlight shone into the room from the dilapidated window. There may be brave children in this place during the day to come over the ruins and come in to play. At night, there will be no one in to scare themselves.

The snow has not completely melted yet, especially under the broken walls, it is almost the same as the heavy snow on the day.

A homeless wild cat squatted on the wall and shrank into a ball. It was so cold that it could not find warmth in the middle of winter in Chang'an City. I don't know if it was because I was hungry or because I was so cold that I didn't want to move. When the black shadow like a big bird flew into the yard, the wild cat didn't react. When the black shadow slowly floated into the room, it ran into a piece of wood. The wild cat was shocked and screamed so hard, and then fled away.

The black shadow ignored the wild cat, shook his robe and crawled in through the half-closed door. This place was secret enough, so he seemed to be very satisfied.

The room was so dark that it was almost impossible to see my fingers. Except for the moonlight that penetrated into the broken window, it also brought some human energy. In other places, it felt like the underworld.

The black shadow seemed to be not disgusted with this deep darkness at all. He slowly turned his head and glanced at a corner covered with straw and walked over. When he was about to walk there, he suddenly stopped and looked at the two faint cold lights that suddenly appeared in the corner. It was a wild dog, and there were still a few puppies who had not opened their eyes in the straw kennel. The two cold lights were the bitch's fierce and vigilant gaze.

Just as the bitch opened her mouth and showed her sharp fangs and was about to roar, the man suddenly opened his eyes wide. The bitch who protected the cub was so scared that he whimpered a few times, lay on the ground and shivered.

The black shadow slowly walked to the bitch and squatted down, stretched out his hand to caress the bitch's dirty hair.

The bitch lay on the ground, as if she was so scared that she was limp.

The man's eyes gradually softened, and he stretched out his hand to hold the bitch's mouth. The bitch wanted to open his mouth but couldn't, so he squeezed out a few low sounds like begging. His hand holding the dog's mouth shook suddenly, and the dog's head suddenly broke. It broke from his neck in a row, strangely, but no drop of blood flowed out.

Under a ray of moonlight, you can vaguely see crystal ice chips on the broken bitch's neck.

He threw the dog's head aside and kicked the dog's body away. The person squatting beside the dog's kennel was shining on his face. It was vaguely visible that he was not old. His face was very dirty, and his mouth was covered with black stains. It looked like he had just finished gnawing on his greasy pig legs, and there were still a lot of residue left on his face.

However, he didn't eat anything, he just didn't wash his face for a long time.

What left on the corner of his mouth was not oil stains, but blood.

Sitting down in the straw doghouse, he picked up a puppy that could only make a faint sound, and held it in front of him and watched it for three minutes. Then he sighed quietly, put the puppy at his mouth, and bit his neck.

What was even more strange than twisting the bitch's neck was that the puppy was bitten to death, and the blood was not frozen but not a drop fell off. The man greedily sucked all the slightly scalded dog blood into his mouth like a big mouthful of drinking. In the darkness, his Adam's apple floated up and down, and a sound like a gulp of drinking water squeezed out of his throat.

About two minutes later, he sucked the blood on the puppy clean.

He seemed to enjoy this food very much, and his blood-red tongue stuck out and licked his lips as if aftertaste. Then, he began to eat meat. Even if the puppy is small, he has fur, but he is like a wolf, tearing the dog's skin open and swallowing the sticky internal organs in big mouthfuls.

In the quiet darkness, the sound of chewing bars seems so clear and audible.

He ate very slowly and carefully, without wasting any flesh and blood.

After filling the whole dog with all but the skin into his stomach, he pinched a very tender bone and wrote a word on the wall with remaining blood. Then he stretched comfortably and leaned into the doghouse with his body shrinking, as if he enjoyed the remaining warmth left by the bitch before.

Although the remaining two puppies smelled blood, they were still looking for the temperature to slowly squeeze next to his head. In this way, the two puppies snuggled up with a man who had just eaten the puppies and fell asleep.

At some point, the wild cat returned to the wall. It looked at the curled figure in the broken room in fear, and after struggling for a long time, it still ran away again. Perhaps it saw the dog's head, or perhaps it saw the dog's skin.

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When the sun was at least one and a half hours before it rose, Fang Jie had already punched in the small garden of Sanjin Hou Mansion. Sweat was soaked in the single clothes. If you look closely, you could see a light white heat coming out of his body. After the body became hot, Fang Jie simply took off the single clothes on his upper body. The moon was hanging very low, and the moonlight sprinkled on his strong body and reflected a faint light.

The angular chest muscles and abdominal muscles have a layer of fine sweat beads, which actually looks like a metallic dark luster.

Fang Jie pulled the broken knife from the ground, first with his right hand and then with his left hand. After half an hour of practicing the knife, his breathing was still very smooth and even. After practicing the knife technique, he habitually sat cross-legged and tried to sense his dantian Qihai. Five minutes later, he opened his eyes and smiled without disappointment.

It has become a habit, and there is no disappointment.

Still can't feel the sea of ​​energy.

He asked many people that when they sense the sea of ​​Qi, the internal energy will circulate in the sea of ​​Qi, and there will be a warm feeling in their lower abdomen. This feeling is a luxury for Fangxue.

He lifted his clothes and walked slowly to the well, shaking a bucket of cold water, soaked the towel and carefully wiped his body. After everything was done, the sky became darker. The darkness before dawn seemed to be deeper than in the middle of the night, and most people were sleeping sweetly at this time.

Fang Jie returned to his room and changed into a clean martial arts academy uniform. He did not wake up the big dog and the others. He went out to find the coachman who was already waiting at the door. The carriage was ready. The coachman slapped the horse's butt, and the horse sniffed and squirted out two white air, and accelerated forward as the last moonlight.

Many officials have arrived outside the gate of Tai Chi Palace. It was still a while before the gate of the palace was opened. The adults got into the car of their friends and gathered together to chat. Outside the gate of the palace, two rows of flying fish robes and nails from the large inner guards stood like nails, and the guards wearing big red cloaks and pressed horizontal swords with their hands, motionless like stone statues.

Fang Jie asked the coachman to find a position to pull aside and stopped. He calculated the time and estimated that the palace gate was about to open. He did not let the coachman get frozen with him, but asked him to go back first. The coachman thanked him and drove the carriage to the rules. It was still early, so he could make up for the recovery after he went back.

This was Fang Jie's first close look at the Tai Chi Palace under the night. The imperial guards on the palace wall were patrolling back and forth with torches in their hands. In the distance, the sound of the clamoring clapper could be heard faintly.

The quiet and peaceful picture is a bit fascinating.

This kind of picture is vaguely familiar, but it exists in the scenes of costume TV series in my memory. Fang Jie couldn't help but look down at the courtyard clothes on his body, thinking that he would become a TV character in a few years? This feeling is boring but wonderful, and random thoughts can always pass the time.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the adults got off the car and stood outside the palace gate according to their grade. Fang Jie watched them warm their hands one by one, and then looked at their single clothes, so he was a little proud. After reaching a certain level of cultivation, he would not be afraid of the cold and heat. Fang Jie could not practice but was in good health, so he would not feel as cold as ordinary people in such a dead winter.

The palace gate creaked and was pulled open from inside. The eunuch on duty came out and sang several times according to the usual practice, and then led the adults into one after another.

Fang Jie waited until they all went in and found that the little eunuch Mu San was standing in the doorway waiting for him.

"I will greet Lord Xiao Fang."

The little eunuch, whose face was red from cold, looked at Fang Jie's tall figure enviously, thinking that he was really not cold to wear only one single dress?

"Why do you have to be polite? I'm waiting for it."

Fang Jie smiled and returned the gift. When he walked up to him, he stuffed a bag of things into Mu San's hand: "When he arrived, the Sun Ji's hanging stove cake from Dongqisizi was already cooked. I'll bring some for you as well. It's quite delicious."

The little eunuch Mu San weighed the weight of the small package and knew that it was definitely not just a few valuable hanging stove cakes. He did not refuse, and stuffed it into his cuffs to lead the way: "Last night, Your Majesty almost didn't sleep, Yu Manlou, the General of the Left Wu Guard, Zong Lianghu, the Minister of War, and Pei Yan, the Minister of Huangmen, just came out of the East Warehouse not long ago..."

It's like chatting about home, but the voice is very light.

"Your Majesty seemed to have lost his temper last night and fell something... When Lord Zong Lianghu went in, he was holding a thick stack of official documents, but he didn't know what it was. General Yu Manlou came out to the toilet and his face was not very good-looking. However, Lord Pei hadn't spoken much and had no different reactions."

"Um"

Fang Jie nodded, thinking in his heart what attitude he should be in front of His Majesty?
Chapter completed!