In the evening.


    The red sunset hung on the horizon, reflecting half of the sky.


    With the clatter of horses'' hoofs, Tang Hao rode on wuzhui and stepped on the shadow elongated by the sunset, walking slowly on the stone street.


    Along the way, pedestrians gradually became scarce.


    Some vendors drove carriages and hurried along the avenue, shouting horses from time to time.


    Some shops along the street are also packed up and ready to close.


    Most of the houses here are inhabited by foreigners, and the houses are relatively small.


    After some questioning, Tang Hao just learned that Yipin food is easy to find. It is a three story restaurant.


    It''s very abrupt in this area.


    Before long, Tang Hao arrived at the door of the three storey Pavilion.


    As soon as he got off the horse, the enthusiastic foreign boy took Tang Hao''s reins and took the horse to the stables outside.


    Walking into the hall, the tables and chairs are arranged in full accordance with the customs of the Central Plains and the rules of the visit.


    The lanterns hanging on the wooden column add a little warmth to the cold shop.


    A few diners drank the leftover wine on the cold dishes on the table.


    Although these diners were dressed up as foreigners, they spoke words they didn''t understand.


    Just as Tang Hao stopped.


    "You are the son of Tang?"


    A slightly abrupt voice came from Tang Hao''s side.


    Tang Hao turned his head slightly. A man like a boy smiled on his face and greeted him.


    "Exactly."


    The boy bowed deeply, made a gesture of invitation and said.


    "A guest has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me."


    Tang Hao nodded slightly, followed the boy and walked upstairs.


    As he passed the two tables of diners, Tang Hao glanced at Yu Guang.


    They all look dark. There are no calluses left by swords on their hands and tiger''s mouth. They don''t look like martial artists.


    From beginning to end, these people looked very natural, and they didn''t even glance at themselves.


    Tang Hao couldn''t go upstairs, but he was suspicious.


    Did you misinterpret the meaning of the Tubo prince?


    Why can''t there be a trace of killing in this pavilion?


    With a touch of suspicion, Tang Hao followed the boy around, and finally stopped in an elegant room with relatively gorgeous decoration.


    The boy in front of him turned around, bowed deeply and said.


    "Mr. Tang, the guests have been waiting in the elegant room for a long time, so I won''t bother you."


    "If you have any orders, ring the bell by the door."


    As he spoke, the boy pointed to a brass bell hanging on the left side of the door.


    Tang Hao nodded slightly.


    When the boy left, Tang Hao didn''t immediately walk into Yajian.


    Standing in the corridor in front of the elegant room, Tang Hao took two steps and came to the railing to see the layout of the whole restaurant.


    A table of diners in the hall on the first floor had already left the restaurant, and the two boys orderly cleaned up the leftovers on the table.


    The division of labor is orderly, the action is agile, and there is no difference.


    In the whole restaurant, there was no sound except the laughter of the remaining diners and the sound of cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.


    All this is too normal!


    Normal people feel a little strange.


    Tang Hao took a deep breath, put his right hand on the green sword, turned slowly and stared at the quiet elegant room.


    ……


    In a house opposite the restaurant, dim candles were placed on the eight immortals table.


    Two cups of green tea are emitting white gas, and the rising white gas is continuously natural and unrestrained in the air.


    Candlelight was reflected on a dark face. Lu Anzan looked at the figure disappearing at the door of Yipin food through the window, and a smile appeared on his mouth.


    "Man, I''ve brought it. The rest depends on your excellency."


    After that, luanzan slowly turned his head and looked at the figure opposite.


    Under the bamboo hat, I couldn''t see the black forbearing face clearly. When I nodded slightly, a slightly hoarse voice came.


    "The Tubo Prime Minister really has some means."


    "It can not only remove the strong enemies of Datang, but also remove domestic obstacles at one fell swoop."


    "The plan of killing two birds with one stone is admirable."


    A cold hum came from Lu Anzan''s nose, picked up the green tea on the desk and took a sip.


    Lu Anzan looked at the white gas curling and floating, flashed a determination in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.


    "Tang Hao of the Tang Dynasty is too sharp, and the Tang Dynasty has this person, like a tiger."


    "If you have a kind heart at this time, I''m afraid this sharp sword will cut Tubo."


    After saying that, Lu Anzan gently shook the tea cup in his hand, with two cold lights in his eyes and said slowly.


    "As for the puppet, it was originally a chess piece of other tribes. Khan thought he couldn''t bear to start because he brought it back to the palace."


    "I, who make a big appearance, must share my worries for Khan. What he can''t bear to do, I''ll do it for him."


    The figure under the hat moved slightly and said in a deep voice.


    "In the Tang Dynasty, the Tubo Prince died suddenly. I don''t think anyone can imagine that it was you who were behind it."


    After listening, Lu Anzan looked gloomy, stared at the figure in front of him and said in a deep voice.


    "Don''t you want to see the civil strife in Datang, or the friction between Datang and Tubo?"


    The figure opposite was silent.


    Lu Anzan ignored it and looked out of the window. Several slightly drunk diners had already left the restaurant.


    The afterglow of the sunset also dissipated completely at this moment.


    Night is coming.


    Lu Anzan looked at the fading sky and said slowly.


    "Ready to close the net."