Diaoyutai, 10 years without going to the wild gull guess. White clouds come and go, green mountains remain, drinking to one's heart's content. Owing Yi Zhou's talent, offending Liu Ruan's drinking ban, returning Li Du's poetry debt. Sour Zhai laughs at me, I laugh at Sour Zhai.
Returning in the evening, the wild apes on West Lake Mountain mourn. In 20 years, how many romantic freaks, flowers wilting and flowers blooming. Gazing at the clouds, the platform for worshipping generals. Sleeves of the stars to pacify the country, breaking the Yanyue Bewitching Stronghold. Sour Zhai laughs at me, I laugh at Sour Zhai.
(Yuan Zhang Kejiu Hall, Two Poems of Sour Zhai Rhymes, as a note)
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The weather in Wuzhou was hot. Perhaps the little wild flowers in the corners of the streets knew their days were numbered, so they used all the strength in their bodies to angrily carry out their final bloom. The yellow color contrasted with the gray city walls and appeared all the more eye-piercing.
On the right side of the straight path next to the lake was a restaurant that had just been built in Wuzhou. It was the quietest and liveliest place to go. The so-called quietness and liveliness did not actually conflict. Quietness referred to the environment, while liveliness referred to the crowd.
It was just past noon. The sun in the sky gave off a piercing light. The roasting hot air floated in the city and chased all the idlers into the restaurant. Behind the restaurant was a small lake that had just been opened. The wind from the lake poured in like a large fan produced by the palace treasury. However, it did not require manpower and could still bring a sense of coolness to the people in the restaurant.
The green duckweed on the surface of the lake was very flourishing. It covered the surface of the water thickly, blocking out the sun and using its shadows to protect the fish in the water.
Ever since Jingdou had an additional place called Baoyue Brothel, all the restaurants in the world seemed to have gone crazy overnight and learned this kind of arrangement. There was a lake behind the building and a courtyard by the lake.
However, the buildings, lakes, and courtyards of Wuzhou actually all belonged to one person.
For the people of Wuzhou, this person was like the quietness of the building, the duckweed on the lake, and the cool wind passing through the people. He was everywhere, protecting and protecting everything in Wuzhou.
Wuzhou did not have a great Shang, no great clan, no great army. There was … only this person.
Ever since 20 years ago, after this poor man had entered officialdom, his name had become the symbol of Wuzhou. As long as he was there, the days of the people of Wuzhou were good.
Everyone had nostalgia for their hometown. Although everyone in the world thought that Sir was the most treacherous person in all of history, for Wuzhou, Sir … was Wuzhou. Even in officialdom, people often abandoned the taboo name and directly called Sir Lin Wuzhou.
Yes, the person we are talking about right now is the last Prime Minister of the Qing Kingdom, the former Prime Minister who now lives in retirement in Wuzhou, Lin Ruofu.
Ever since Lin Ruofu had resigned and returned home, given his identity, he rarely came out to meet with the people of Wuzhou. Even the Zhizhou, who was as respectful as a grandson, and the Governor, who carried out the etiquette of a disciple, did not have many opportunities to see his appearance. But his influence on Wuzhou City was still unparalleled. Putting aside influence, at least half of the businesses in Wuzhou City were surnamed Lin.
Wuzhou City flourished because of his greed for the world. Thus, no matter what, the people of Wuzhou would not say a single bad word about Lin Ruofu, even those hot-blooded students.
But the same could not be said for others.
"I will cry out for this injustice for the Ming family!" In the restaurant, a man of about 30 said angrily. His brows were full of anger. No one knew what he did, but the sharpness in his words could not be hidden. "Could it be that after forcing a life to die, the court will just fine some salary and let it go?"
The influence of the Jiangnan matter was too great. It also affected the Wuzhou region of Jiangbei. In the present world, there was much discussion about the Jiangnan matter. After all, Qing Kingdom was not a sealed off country that strictly restricted speech, and the Eighth Bureau of the Overwatch Council did not have the ability to supervise all the places outside of Jingdou. Thus, when people discussed, they were very bold.
Because of the old Ming matriarch's abnormal death, the reputation of the imperial envoy patrolling Jiangnan Road, Fan Xian, had taken a great hit. After a series of actions, the Ming family was already in a precarious position, further proving Fan Xian's ruthlessness. The people of this world often sympathized with the weak, so in the discussion, there was some disdain for the government.
However, ever since Fan Xian had stepped onto the stage, he had been too dazzling. Even the darkness of the Overwatch Council could not take away his brilliance. Thus, not everyone was crying out for the Ming family's injustice. Those young students, who had gotten the news from somewhere, once again leaned closer to the side of the leader of the scholars, Sir Fan junior.
When all was said and done, not many people believed that Sir Fan junior, who had a belly full of poetry, would covet the Ming family's silver.
"The Ming family? What injustice? " A young man in his early twenties laughed mockingly and said, "He is nothing more than a bandit who colludes with pirates to kill people and steal goods. For Sir Fan junior to deal with them is the fortune of the court and the fortune of the people. Only an idiot like you would do such a foolish thing."
The middle-aged man's anger flared. He slapped the table and said, "Where did these pirates come from? Don't try to slander me. I am from Suzhou. The old Ming matriarch is merciful … she is already dead, how could she allow a child like you to carelessly frame her? "
The young man who had argued with him earlier was a scholar from Wuzhou. Hearing the middle-aged man announce his background, only now did he know that he was a traveler from Suzhou. He couldn't help but laugh coldly. Waving his fan, he said, "This matter has long spread throughout the scholar community. The Ming family … do you really think they are so clean?"
"On the other hand, Sir Fan junior … dare I ask, do you know what kind of shameful things Sir Fan junior has done?"
The Suzhou merchant paused and thought about it carefully. He realized that Sir Fan had been working for the court in Jingdou these few years. If one were to say that he had done something evil, there was indeed no way of saying it.
The Wuzhou scholar smiled slightly and said, "Can't think of it, right? Sir Fan junior is a gifted talent and has maintained his integrity. He uncovered the scandal in the spring examinations and went to Northern Qi to spread the might of the country. How could such a person compete with you, a stinky merchant, for profit? That Ming family … if they hadn't done too many things in secret that angered both men and gods, how could they have provoked Sir Fan junior to act? "
These words were actually a bit of sophistry, but it also made it impossible for the Suzhou merchant to refute. He could only hatefully say, "The Ming family colluded with pirates? Even the Jiangnan people don't know, yet you Wuzhou people know … where are the pirates? How come the court hasn't caught them? If there really is a problem with the Ming family, the court should openly investigate the case. How can they use force to force people? "
The two sides quarreled more and more fiercely. Their voices gradually grew louder, and their anger grew. Although the merchant had not run out of excuses, his face was already red. He stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to fight.
Fortunately, someone came up to stop him from the side, so the weak scholar did not lose out.
However, no one noticed that during the process of stopping the fight, a few black feet seemed to have kicked the Suzhou merchant a few times, making him cry out repeatedly.
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Looking at this scene, the people in the restaurant were slightly surprised, particularly the travelers passing by Wuzhou. They were arguing about Sir Fan junior's matter, but why did it seem like the Suzhou merchant had offended all of the people of Wuzhou? After watching for a while, these travelers felt their hearts grow colder. Even the waiter had gone up to kick him.
Finally, someone could watch no longer. A delicate cry came from a table in the corner, "All of you, stop!"
The owner of the voice was a woman. She was dressed in tight, light yellow clothing that wrapped around her curvaceous body. At her waist was a long sword. It looked like she was a jianghu figure. Her appearance was very delicate.
When the people at her table heard this shout, they all cursed inwardly, thinking that their junior sister was going to cause trouble again. They looked at the master behind the table with some fear and wanted to call the woman back, but they didn't expect that the woman would be so fast and had already walked to the center of the building.
The master of the group at the table had a calm expression. He was almost middle-aged. His energy was restrained all over his body, making it difficult to see how deep he was. He only shook his head with a slight headache. It seemed that he had no way of dealing with this girl.
The few people who were in the middle of fighting saw a meddlesome person and dispersed, leaving the pitiful Suzhou merchant in the middle. After all, this woman had a sword by her side. Normal commoners would not want to provoke her.
"Why are you hitting him?" the woman furrowed her brows and asked with a shout.
The Wuzhou people in the restaurant smiled and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. It was the scholar from earlier who smiled coldly and said, "Insulting an official of the court in public. Even if the officials are magnanimous, are we not allowed to hit him?"
"Insulting an official of the court?" The young woman furrowed her brows in disgust and said, "What is so great about Fan Xian?"
There was a clamor in the restaurant. Even if the Suzhou merchant had been disrespectful toward Fan Xian, hearing this woman shamelessly look down on Fan Xian, he couldn't help but be surprised.
Who was Fan Xian? In this world, which young man could be more famous than him? How could this girl dare to speak like this?
The Wuzhou scholar smiled coldly and said, "Sir Fan junior is indeed not that great. However, it is difficult to find someone more extraordinary than him in this world."
The beautiful woman furrowed her brows as if she felt that bullying these people was not much of an ability. She asked, "What does this have to do with you?"
The Wuzhou scholar laughed slightly and said, "You don't understand? Sir Fan junior is the son-in-law of Wuzhou. This person dares to say bad things about our son-in-law in a Wuzhou restaurant. Don't you think he's asking for a beating? "
The son-in-law of Wuzhou.
Fan Xian had married Lin Ruofu's daughter. Naturally, he had established a close and exceptionally strange relationship with Wuzhou, a place he had never been to before. After Prime Minister Lin had abdicated, Wuzhou had no one to speak for in Jingdou. The people were not many and somewhat angry. However, Fan Xian, the son-in-law, was so domineering. The people of Wuzhou also felt honored. How could they allow foreign travelers to talk about Fan Xian so wantonly?
The beating the Suzhou merchant received was truly an unexpected calamity. Who told him to forget Sir Fan junior's relationship with Wuzhou?
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The beautiful woman seemed to hate hearing Fan Xian's name. The corners of her lips twitched slightly, revealing a glimmer of mockery. "So what? I don't see him being presumptuous in Northern Qi. So, he is just relying on his father-in-law's prestige and hiding in Wuzhou like a turtle … "
So, the people at this table were Northern Qi people.
Although the Qing Kingdom and Northern Qi had long restored diplomatic relations, the two countries were connected through marriage, and with the matter of Ku He taking a disciple, they were, after all, old enemies of decades. The hatred between the people of the two countries had not decreased much. At this moment, when they heard the woman reveal her identity, everyone in the building revealed expressions of alarm and fear.
Even the Suzhou merchant who had been beaten felt unlucky and spat on the floor. Without saying a word of thanks to his benefactor, he turned around and went downstairs.
The beautiful woman was of noble birth, and her teacher was a leading existence in the world. Since childhood, she had never received so many supercilious looks. Her mood immediately became terrible.
It was at this moment that the Wuzhou scholar cursed angrily, "If Sir Fan junior is a turtle … then what is your Northern Qi saint girl?"
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The restaurant immediately quieted down. It was so quiet that even the movement of the hair next to the beautiful woman's angry face could be heard.
The Northern Qi woman's expression became cold. A glimmer of coldness flashed through her eyes. It was as if she had been truly angered by these words. Her finger slowly pressed against the hilt of the sword at her waist. A wave of sword intent forced out and immediately froze the cool breeze in the restaurant where it was.
Such a mysterious realm, how could a normal person stand against it? The Wuzhou scholar only felt his legs weaken. With a face full of shock, he was about to kneel to the ground.
At the table, the teacher of the Northern Qi woman, a middle-aged man with a solemn expression, shook his head in disapproval and said, "Don't hurt people."
The Northern Qi woman hatefully let go of the hilt of her sword, but her expression flickered. She struck out with her palm.
At this moment, a gray shadow flashed and blocked in front of the Wuzhou scholar.
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The middle-aged man at the table furrowed his brows.
The beautiful woman had struck out with her palm long ago and could not pull it back. It crashed forcefully into a hard object.
She gave a muffled grunt and felt a powerful force coming from the other person's body. She was not a match at all. Her chest felt heavy and she was shaken back a number of steps.
The newcomer was dressed in gray. One hand steadily blocked in front of his body. Between his thumb and index finger was a long knife. The tip of the knife was resting on the floor. He had used this knife to block the beautiful woman's faintly discernible palm.
The beautiful woman looked at the strange knife in the gray-clothed man's hand and his expressionless face. She huffed coldly. She knew she was not a match for him, but she was not very afraid. Her teacher and fellow disciples were all sitting at the table behind her. In the entire Qing Kingdom, as long as Ye Liuyun did not come, who could do anything to her?
However, she was not willing to take the loss of this palm. Gritting her teeth, she flipped her wrist and pulled out the thin sword at her waist. The sword flashed and she prepared to attack.
"Come back."
The middle-aged man at the table behind her spoke slowly. Although his voice was light, it had an authority that could not be resisted.
The girl angrily stamped her feet and retreated to the side of the table. Unwillingly, she said, "Teacher, let me fight again. I don't believe I can't beat him."
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "Last year in Shangjing, even your brother, Pu Zhucheng, lost to this man. How can you be a match for him?"
The girl paused and turned her head to look. She saw the ace who had appeared out of nowhere bow to her teacher. "Sir Lang Tiao, long time no see."
"Brother Gao, long time no see. What a coincidence today."
The middle-aged man at the table was the first disciple of the Northern Qi Imperial Advisor Ku He, the foremost ace in the Palace, and Haitang Duoduo's brother disciple, Sir Lang Tiao.
The gray-clothed man who had saved the Wuzhou scholar's life earlier and held a long knife was Fan Xian's personal Tiger Guard leader, Gao Da.
Coincidence? The two sides had suddenly met in Wuzhou. It was not something that could be explained with the word coincidence.
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Lang Tiao gazed at Gao Da and smiled slightly. "He still won't see me?"
Gao Da's expression did not change. He respectfully replied, "The journey has been tiring. The mistress is resting quietly. The young master does not have time."
The girl watched curiously as her teacher spoke to this person. Only now did she know that her teacher knew this person. However, she had always been cultivating in the mountains and did not know what had happened in Northern Qi. Thus, she had not guessed Gao Da's identity. Even this trip to Jiangnan was her own decision. She had no idea of her teacher's true plan.
Lang Tiao slowly lowered his head. His two fingers gently gripped the wine cup. In a quiet voice, he said, "Please help me bring a message. This matter cannot be dragged on like this … we Northern Qi people have our own pride."
After saying this, Lang Tiao rose and prepared to lead his group of disciples out of the building.
At this moment, a bamboo curtain by the side of the building moved slightly. A handsome and delicate young man slowly walked out from behind the curtain. This young man's appearance was very elegant. His lips were thin and slightly pursed. There was a harmless smile on his face. However, there was a glimmer of a heart-chilling meaning in this smile.
Lang Tiao stopped his leaving steps and looked meaningfully at the newcomer.
This young man only nodded his head slightly in greeting before turning his face away. With a not-quite-there smile, he gazed at the noisy girl and said, "This is within Qing Kingdom territory. Do you think you can just leave after committing murder on the street?"
Lang Tiao was slightly startled. He didn't know why someone of his status would make things difficult for his female disciple. He was about to say something when he saw the young man firmly wave his hand to stop him. Lang Tiao helplessly shook his head. The Northern court relied on this young man for too many things, so he could only let him play.
The Northern Qi girl didn't know who he was and thought he was another pedantic scholar who only knew how to provoke people with words. She smiled coldly and said, "My name is Wei Yingning. What advice do you have for me?"
"Wei Yingning?" The young man looked at this elegant girl. His eyes lit up. Connecting the information he had received recently as well as Lang Tiao's purpose in coming South, he immediately understood why this girl was so angry earlier.
He turned to Lang Tiao and asked, "Your disciple?"
Lang Tiao smiled and nodded.
The young man scratched his head. "She is Wei Hua's sister?"
Lang Tiao nodded again and found it funny. He prepared to see how this young man would handle this matter.
No one expected that the young man only made an "oh" sound and didn't ask anything else. He turned to face the girl called Wei Yingning and said in a quiet and warm voice, "Seeing that there are no bad consequences, leave the sword behind and I'll let you off this time."
Leave the sword behind? Wei Yingning was furious. Tianyi Dao placed great importance on the inheritance of one's teacher. The sword at her waist was given to her by her teacher. As the saying goes, if the sword exists, the person exists. If the sword dies, the person dies. How could she just leave it behind?
She smiled coldly and said, "Who are you? How can you speak so arrogantly? "
A glimmer of anger finally appeared between Lang Tiao's brows. It was as if he had not expected this young man to be so ungrateful.
The young man gazed at Wei Yingning and smiled slightly. "Putting aside who I am, I know who you are. You are Wei Hua's sister … and I call your old father brother at the table. You can be considered my junior. What's wrong with me disciplining you? "
He then turned to look at Lang Tiao and smiled coldly. "Is it very interesting to use such a shameless method to force me to appear?"
Lang Tiao gave a bitter laugh and sat back down. The disciples in his group saw that their disciple sister was being humiliated while their teacher, who enjoyed great prestige in Northern Qi, did not care. They couldn't help but feel shocked.
Wei Yingning listened to his words and did not believe it at all. Her father was Marquis Chang Ning, the brother of the Northern Qi empress dowager. How could he call this beautiful young man, who was like a woman, brother? Her lips trembled slightly in anger. Pointing her sword forward, she shouted, "Don't speak nonsense!"
The young man looked at her disapprovingly. He thought to himself that such a violent and bad temper was not like Wei Hua, that little thief. Rather, it was very much like Marquis Chang Ning, that old drunkard. Putting aside his relationship with her family, just the trouble that the old Northern Qi whore had caused for him was enough for him to teach her a good lesson today.
He waved his hand and moved like lightning. The tip of his finger gently touched the web between Wei Yingning's thumb and index finger. Gently and skillfully, he snatched the sword away.
This move was as fast as lightning. More importantly, there was no warning. The movement was very minute … what a beautiful little trick.
Wei Yingning stared blankly at this scene as if she had seen a ghost. She was so frightened that she opened her mouth wide, unable to speak.
The young man slowly stroked the surface of the sword and said in admiration, "It is indeed a good sword. Wei Hua, that brat, has taken all the money I gave him and put it into his own manor. Yet … he still has the nerve to steal my wife."
Wei Yingning's chest tightened. She realized that she was truly stupid. It was only now that she recognized the other person's identity. Her brother was the commander of the Northern Qi Brocade Guard. He was a person feared by everyone. In this entire world, other than the Emperor, probably only that person dared to speak so disdainfully.
The young man gently flicked the back of the sword. Looking at her with furrowed brows, he said, "My sister is your disciple aunt. My fiancée is your aunt master. No matter how you look at it, you are my junior. Is there a problem with me teaching you a lesson?"
Tianyi Dao was indeed particular about this. Wei Yingning had nothing to say. She only thought of the despicable young man in front of her taking liberties with Duoduo and humiliating her Wei manor. Her face flushed red with anger.
"Correct, I am the son-in-law of Wuzhou," Fan Xian said with a slight smile. Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "I know why you have come, but give up. Tell Wei Hua to also give up. More accurately, tell your empress dowager to give up. In a few days, in the end, you will also have to call me son-in-law."
After saying this, he crumpled the sword in his hand into a ball of scrap metal and threw it back.
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