The evening breeze was blowing, and the weather was warm. The white dress was fluttering in the water.
Ning Ji poked his head out from behind the rockery and scratched the back of his head.
His body was healthy, he was still young, and he had truly experienced life and death battles on the battlefield. A clear mind and sharp reflexes were the most basic qualities he had right now. Perhaps there were some wild thoughts in his head, but he actually had an idea of what Qu Longjun was doing.
It was not strange that the little b * tch wanted to jump into the river because she couldn't get over it. This guy was depressed, had a bad breath, and was in poor health. He was depressed all day long, and obviously had a lot of messy things in his mind. Of course, as a 14-year-old teenager, Ning Ji thought that the so-called enemy was nothing more than this thing. If they were not so twisted and deranged, how could they not know right from wrong and come to the Huaxia army's territory to make trouble?
He didn't know the cause of these things, and he didn't bother to think about it. These fools could go crazy, fight among themselves, explode, or commit suicide at any time … If he heard it, he would think it was very reasonable.
But the little b * tch suddenly died in front of him, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
When he went out at night today, he imagined that there were two groups of bad guys, and he wanted to show off his grand plan with "hahaha". After chatting with Hou Yuanyong, he found that Huang Shan didn't necessarily become a bad guy. He thought it didn't matter, and he could let it go for a while. There was another group of b * tches here who were about to do bad things. But as soon as he arrived, Qu Longjun, as the bad guy, directly jumped into the river …
In this case, if he didn't save her, Wen Shoubin's plot would fail. He could only catch him in advance, and then ask his uncles in the army to intervene, so that he could interrogate the identities of his other "daughters". Anyway, the fun was not his.
If he ran over to save her, his identity would be exposed, and Wen Shoubin would feel that something was wrong. In order to avoid any problems, he could only immediately take down all the b * tches in the house … He hadn't started to practice "hahaha", but he still came to an end.
"…"
I think you are targeting me, the son of the inner demon, Long Aotian …
He hesitated for a moment, and walked to the river. Seeing that the flopping in the water was getting weaker, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally, he pinched his throat and cleared it.
"Help … ahem, Miss jumped into the water … Miss jumped into the river! Help, Miss is drowning herself in the river — "
The duck's voice, which was going through puberty, struggled to imitate the maid's voice and sounded shrilly. Then, he quickly ran away.
*****
A few servants scrambled to save Qu Longjun, but she was already unconscious from choking on water. The treatment process was a complete mess, but at least the other party's life was saved. Not long after, they invited a nearby doctor to examine Qu Longjun further.
While the people below were busy, Ning Ji sat on the roof of the wooden building, looking serious and unhappy.
After the Hua Xia Army's rebellion, he was aware of the hardships that followed for more than ten years, and he grew up amidst these hardships. His parents and elder brothers were protecting him, but what was reflected in their protection was the incomparably cruel reality.
A certain childhood friend suddenly stopped appearing at a certain moment. Some of his uncles had left an impression in his memory. After a long time, he remembered that his name had appeared on a stone tablet in a certain cemetery. When he was young, he did not understand the meaning of sacrifice, but as he gradually grew older, these memories of sacrifice would come back to him from the depths of time. This made the youth feel angry, but it also made him even more determined.
He had no sympathy for his enemies. In the more than half a year on the battlefield of the southwest war, he had been incomparably resolute in saving and killing people. The difference in appearance between the Female Zhenren and the Han people of the south allowed him to clearly recognize this emotion, allowing him to clearly love and clearly hate.
He originally had the same mentality towards Qu Longjun and Wen Shoubin. He was able to watch all of their crafty plots and schemes from the shadows and ridicule them. Because on the other side, he was extremely clear in his heart that once the time came, he would be able to annihilate this group of lowly dogs without the slightest hesitation.
This should have been something that purely made him feel happy.
He had used a roundabout method to save Qu Longjun, but now that he had calmed down and thought about it, he began to feel slightly uncomfortable.
If the enemy was not resolute, should he kill her or not? If she had some ulterior motive, should he consider it or not? The youth was not willing to consider it, but the teachings of his parents and older brothers from a young age had more or less caused him to feel some disgust. If he still had to pay attention to tactics when dealing with the enemy, killing Wen Shoubin but not Qu Longjun, then what difference was there from handing the matter over to the Ministry of Intelligence or the Ministry of Internal Affairs?
He had subconsciously saved Qu Longjun in order to let this group of bad people continue their evil deeds without the slightest scruple. His sudden descent from the sky at the crucial moment would make them feel endless regret. However, the bad guy was not resolute enough, which greatly reduced the anticipation in his fantasy. He had been muddle-headed before, why didn't he think of this? If she wanted to die, then let her drown. Great, now he saved an enemy.
Qu Longjun's suicide was like a pile of feces in his subconscious. He sat in the darkness on the rooftop, gazing at the distant city of Chengdu, gloomily thinking about all this. Wen Shoubin had hooked up with Shan Gong, but he didn't know where he had gone. He had not come back yet. Otherwise, when he came back, he would beat him up and then hand him over to the Ministry of Intelligence. That wouldn't work either. They had just privately colluded with each other with malicious intentions. So far, they hadn't done anything, so they couldn't be convicted even if they were handed over.
Or he could go down and throw the woman into the river again and let her drown. Anyway, she seemed to be slacking and didn't even work hard to be a bad person. Moreover, he had saved her. Now they would be even if he let her drown. Logically speaking, this was obviously not wrong …
But of course, he couldn't do this.
… Damn it, it was boring here!
The youth sat cross-legged, occasionally touching the knife in his hand and occasionally looking at the lights in the distance. He was very upset. At this time, Chengdu was full of lights, and the city seemed to be bustling at night. Many bad people were active in such a city. Ning Ji thought of his father, Aunt Gua, and then his elder brother. If he could ask them, they would definitely be able to give him some useful opinions, right?
No, maybe they would think that he had lost his principles for a little girl.
There was only one month left before he would officially turn 14. The youth's worries became more and more frustrated in the light …
*****
The warm night wind blew over the city accompanied by the lights. Occasionally, it blew over the old courtyards, and sometimes it rolled up waves in the sea of old trees.
The night wind didn't distinguish people by good or bad. At the turn of the year, Chengdu's nightlife was entering its most prosperous period — there were not many cities with nightlife in this era. As long as foreign merchants, Confucian scholars, and people from the forest had a little savings, most of them would not miss the fun of the city during this period.
The crowd gathered in the busiest markets in the city.
After the Huaxia army occupied Chengdu, they didn't clamp down on the brothels in the city. However, because there were many people who escaped, the fireworks industry had yet to recover. In the current Chengdu, it was still considered a high-end consumer with inflated prices. But because of Takeshi's participation, all kinds of small theaters, restaurants, tea houses, and even a variety of night markets were several levels more prosperous than before.
For the people who lived a poor life at this time, even a few trips to the night market was already a worthwhile trip. As for the various cheap and delicious food and snacks, it was even more satisfying for the tourists to eat to their heart's content.
When Qu Longjun jumped into the river, Wen Shoubin and a few Confucian scholars under the command of "Shan Gong" were waiting at the market to the east of the city for the next gathering and audience. In the process of waiting, they could not help but taste the delicious food. Then, they began to criticize and discuss the extravagant style of the Huaxia army.
"… In the southwest, if we talk about the two methods that Ning Yi implemented inside and outside the Huaxia army, they can be said to be sinister. As far as I know, within the Huaxia army, he is strict and thrifty. The military discipline and laws are rare in the world … But outside, it is Takeshi, who is under his tutelage, who is constantly looking for ways to cook these delicacies. This causes storytellers, entertainers, and even ignorant scholars to continuously pursue this pleasure. I even heard that when a Huaxia army propagandist wrote a few poems in a book, he also commented that these poems are difficult to understand and should be removed … "
"… Strict self-discipline and lenient treatment of others, if used on oneself, is indeed a virtue. But such a large circle is incomparably harsh on the inside, and uses these pleasures to please and corrupt the people of the world. This kind of behavior is really difficult to be called a gentleman … This time, he said that he is opening his doors to do business with the outside world. Liu Guangshi and the others are rushing over like ducks, sending batch after batch of people over. When the time comes, I think that when the time comes, they will carry a pile of these things back. What delicacies, perfume, porcelain? Sooner or later, they will rot in this wind of pleasure. "
"… Uncle Liu Ping (Liu Guangshi's courtesy name is Uncle Ping) is rotten to begin with, a complete mess, but you can't stop him from forming alliances and building good relationships. Now that the world is in chaos, the forces are intertwined, in the end, it is really hard to say which side will benefit. "
"… No matter what, since this is the enemy's desire, we should oppose it. If the Huaxia army says that they want to do business, then they will do business. To put it bluntly, they clearly see that in this world, people's hearts are not united. For Uncle Liu Ping and the others to do this, there will be retribution sooner or later! "
"Good."
"That makes sense …"
Everyone ate snacks, and as they walked, they praised each other. On Wen Shoubin's side, other than sending a 'daughter' to Shan Gong yesterday, today he brought another two 'daughters' who were both talented and beautiful. Later when he met with a group of distinguished people, if he could make a name for himself, he would be able to truly enter the circle of the orthodox literati. To him, who raised and sold skinny horses for a living, but had read many books of sages and sages, and looked forward to half of his life, this was one of the rare important moments in his life. He immediately complimented the person who spoke, "Reasonable, wise … wise, wise, reasonable …"
…
On the same night, Ning Yi, whose work had finally come to an end, obtained a rare moment of leisure. He had originally arranged to have dinner with Watermelon, but Watermelon had something to deal with at the last minute, so dinner was postponed to a midnight snack. After eating dinner, Ning Yi took care of some non-essential work. Not long after, a piece of information came, and he found Du Sha to ask about Watermelon's current location.
"A few people have come from Jiayu's side. One of them is of high seniority, and in the early years, he had some friendship with Master. In the early years, he also had some relations with Sheng Gong. Now that he saw that our situation is not bad, he rushed over. We still have to properly receive him. "
"Oh, a martial arts senior?" Ning Yi's interest was piqued. "High martial arts?"
Du Sha narrowed his eyes and smiled with a complicated expression. "This … it's hard to say. The old man is of high seniority, and he has a few unique skills. When he plays … it should be very beautiful."
When he said this, Ning Yi understood. "Then … what is his goal?"
"It's hard to say."
"Let's make a guess." Ning Yi smiled and had already gone to the cabinet to get some clothes.
Du Sha smiled bitterly. "Mr. Ning, it's not good for me to sow discord, right?"
"I happen to be free. Change your clothes and go take a look. I'll pretend to be your attendant." Ning Yi smiled and said, "By the way, you know him too, right? He won't expose himself, right? "
"Second Brother happened to be there too. It's fine for me to go and meet him. However, are you still interested in such a small matter now? If someone finds out, it'll be too embarrassing. "
"Now that you mention it, he's the kind that's so old that he's about to die. It's rare to see him. Alright, cut the crap. Go and change your clothes. Make yourself look more formal. "
The two of them changed into their performance clothes. Ning Yi dressed up a little, called a few guards, and drove the carriage out. When the carriage passed by the slope, Ning Yi lifted the curtain and looked at the crowded city not far away. All kinds of people were moving about. There were enemies and friends. The things in the forest had indeed become insignificant decorations.
"He came from Jiayu. Could he have something to do with Xiao Zheng?"
Ning Yi thought of this. Jiayu was not far from Wuhan. The leader of the largest Han army there was Xiao Zheng.
"It's hard to say," Du Sha said. "The senior who came is called Lu Liutong. His martial arts are considered family heirlooms. They are all hand skills. He knows a little of Yellow Mud Hand, Bursting Fist, and Separating Tendons and Bones. In the early years, he was called Lu Liutong, which means that he has six unique skills, but in the forest … his reputation is mediocre. The Saint Duke's rebellion has nothing to do with him, and he didn't participate in the army against the Jin. Although he's a local tyrant in the Jiayu area, he doesn't cause trouble. He usually has a good reputation, but it's not that famous … These years, the Jin have been wreaking havoc, and I thought he had met with misfortune. I only found out recently that he's still healthy. "
Since he had already decided to meet him, Du Sha no longer hid the other party's information. After hearing this, Ning Yi couldn't help laughing. "It sounds like he's a local tycoon."
Du Sha said, "It's been a few days since he came to Chengdu this time. At first, he only spread the word among the people of the forest, saying that he and the Old Bandit Master were indebted to him in the past. There are two moves in the Tyrant Blade that were inspired by his guidance. The people of the forest like to brag, so it's not a big problem. So, he first built up his momentum, and today he came to deliver the invitation. Watermelon accepted the invitation and went with Second Brother at night. "
"Is that true? Which two moves? "Ning Yi was curious.
"In the early years, the Old Bandit Master traveled the world and defeated every family. Which family didn't learn something good? That was forty or fifty years ago. I don't know which two moves. "Du Sha smiled bitterly.
"Father-in-law is really a legend …" Ning Yi occasionally heard about the experiences of his hairy old father-in-law in the past. He clicked his tongue in admiration and yearned for him.
As they spoke, the carriage arrived at the place where Watermelon and Lu Liutong had agreed to meet. This was the side courtyard of an inn in the south of the city. There were many people living nearby, and Takeshi had already arranged for spies in the vicinity. When Watermelon, Luo Bingren, and the others came, there were a large number of guards accompanying them, so there wasn't much of a security risk. The reason why the other party chose this place to meet was because he wanted to announce to the outside world that "I really have a relationship with the Tyrant Blade." As someone who had been in a high position for a long time, he was already used to such thoughts.
After passing on the message, Ning Yi followed Du Sha into the courtyard. The courtyard of the inn wasn't luxurious, but it was spacious. Usually, it would be used for banquets, along with the hall inside. At this time, there were some female soldiers standing guard nearby. A group of people sat around a round table in the hall. When Du Sha arrived, Luo Bingren came out to welcome him with a smile. Beside the round table, besides Watermelon and a skinny old man, the others had already stood up. The skinny old man was probably Lu Liutong.
The old man on the main seat laughed and extended his hand towards Du Sha. "This is our 'Imperial Guard'. Domineering Blade and the other nephews have gathered together. This old man is very happy today. Good, good, hahahaha, sit –"
"Old Master Lu, heroes, I've heard a lot about you." Du Sha only had one hand. He bowed slightly and led Ning Yi and Watermelon over. Ning Yi and Watermelon's eyes met, and he found it funny.
Every family had a few strange relatives who took advantage of their seniority. It wasn't a big scene, and he just wanted to see what would happen next …
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