The cold wind carries the sound of clappers, echoing in the long alleys.
Li Ye wrapped himself tightly in the starched green cloth short jacket, which was made of copper and hung in his hands that were purple with cold, as heavy as a piece of iron. The moonlight tonight is very cold, and the light is as white as a newly sharpened blade. It spreads on the ground, reflecting his staggering shadow.
One of the most luxurious markets in Chang'an City.
The high-gate courtyard has cornices and brackets, and even the air is filled with the lingering aroma of wine and meat. He is not a watchman here. His route should have gone around the outside of the square, but tonight, the lantern at the entrance of the alley that should have been extinguished was on, so he had to take a few steps closer to give a warning.
Just these few steps cut off the retreat.
Deep in the alley, several black shadows silently crowded out, blocking his way. The man at the head was dressed in brocade, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a playful smile on his face. He is Wang Chong, the only son of Wang Hu, the general of the Jinwu Guard.
"Little watchman, have you arrived at Yongningfang during the watch?" Wang Chong's voice was very soft, but it penetrated his ears like a snake, "You are quite courageous."
