On the first day, Jiangzhou was still calm like a pool of stagnant water, and on the evening of the first day, Hongjia Xijiang was very lively.

"Brothers, come here to give me face, there are women and good wine in this Xijiang Yue, just have fun!" Hong Xiuyuan beckoned.

The lights are red and green, the paper is drunk and golden, the warblers are singing and dancing, and a group of young masters dressed in brocade clothes embraced the beauties and laughed loudly.

The rest of the guests trembled and stayed far away, lest they would make these sons unhappy and have bad luck.

"Master Hong, I heard that Jiang Chang'an has recently been the head of the Jiang Mansion, this guy has a big hatred with you, at the Youth Show that year, Li Zijian tragically died under the traitor Liu Pilgrim, and the Hong family was also insulted by this Jiang Chang'an, can you cover it up with such a stroke?"

Hong Xiuyuan's handsome face was suddenly covered with a layer of haze, and the palm of his hand pinched the woman's delicate breasts in his arms, and the delicate body screamed violently, even if he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't dare to speak.

Hong Dagongzi smiled and said: "Jiang Changan is just a waste, in the past, there may have been Jiang Xiaoru, the Heavenly Master's Mansion, covering him, but now that Jiang Xiaoru is dead, only Jiang Qizhen, a crazy woman, is left, why is Jiang Changan afraid? This son has to let him unload eight pieces! And that Jiang Qizhen, the fiery temperament just doesn't know what the taste is like in bed? hahaha......

A group of people's smiles gradually became obscene, who expected that a tea servant came in a hurry, the soles of one of his feet slipped, and the hot water that had just been boiled in the entire iron kettle was poured down, facing Hong Xiuyuan's crotch impartially!

"Ah!!h

A terrible scream like a pig was about to tear off the roof of Xijiangyue, and everyone's attention was attracted to it, and they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

Hong Xiuyuan's whole face was crooked and wrinkled together, covering his crotch and rolling down and curling up on the ground, like a river shrimp in an oil pot, convulsing.

"Bold! You blindless brute actually hurt Prince Hong, don't you have long eyes?"

Several sons immediately swarmed over and quickly helped Hong Xiuyuan up, Hong Gongzi rolled his eyes in pain, gritted his teeth: "This son is going to divide your five horses into corpses! Stomp you to feed the dogs!"

"Hehehe......"

The sons and brothers were slightly stunned, this tea-serving little guy ...... I'm actually laughing, unspeakably weird.

"Hong Shao is angry, wait for me to ask clearly. You don't have eyes, where did you come from?"

The little guy smiled:

"Childe League. ”

A few people didn't react for a short time, and after a few blinks of an eye, they jumped up one after another!

Hong Xiuyuan's eyes were so wide that they almost jumped out, for a while

Forgot the pain under him: "Gongzi League......! Are you from Jiang Chang'an?"

"Yes. The little guy was still laughing, and took out two meniscus knives covered with battle damage from his sleeves:

"Rank, the Gongzi League has come to collect people, the kind that divides the corpse!"

......

In the middle of Xijiang Yue, the sons of several ancient families were slaughtered and divided by mysterious killers, which was like a stone thrown into a dead lake, breaking the peace in an instant!

The words in the Blood Luo Slaughterhouse that day were tacitly understood - Jiang Sigongzi made a move, he really did what he said, these families could no longer calm down, and all took action.

The next day, the ordinary people of Jiangzhou are puzzled and surprised, the family that is dormant on weekdays is like a recovery from hibernation, first the young master of the Song family abandoned his arms, and then he greeted a famous prostitute in the flower building in the city in a high-profile manner, and then the price of the treasures of the Qiu family's Lingbao Baoyu shop and the Jinhualou of the Fu Array suddenly exploded, and many families actually bent down to visit the poor farmers, and millions of taels of gold and silver treasures flowed out in just two days.

What is ridiculous is that some serious families who have really never done much bad things themselves have also been affected by this trend, and almost all of them have poured out the family funds they have accumulated for many years overnight, and they have been replaced with silk clothes and food and sent to every poor household.

Some people are worried that some people will be happy, for the people of Jiangzhou, this is another surprise after Jiang Xiaoru's death, and when they learned that all this was due to the actions of the fourth prince of Jiang who had been criticized for many years, all they could do was to be more grateful to Dade.

Jiangfu, the top of the star-picking building.

Zhang Yunzhi is still independent by the railing, looking at the snow scene of Jiangzhou that has not changed all year round, and he is happy.

Jiang Changan stood aside, looking at the endless wind and snow, trying to find a way out.

"The Squinting Monster has been incorporating the world clan into Jiangzhou for two years, just to let me increase my prestige? His idea is really troublesome......

There was no smile on his face, like an emotionless puppet, and he began to gradually forget when he had to become the kind of person he ever hated the most, sometimes like a human, sometimes like a ghost, sometimes he laughed, sometimes he mourned.

But he couldn't remember the tranquility of a whole day of silence in front of the white clouds when he was a child, the joy of creaking barefoot in the snow, and the satisfaction of burning a sweet potato incense around a bonfire in winter.

He only remembered that when he parted from the Immortal Island of Pengqiu that day, Buddha Yi said:

"You and I are both hurried passers-by in ukiyo-e, even though we are not afraid of swords and axes, but it is difficult for the years to pass. Life, old age, death and silence, sprinkled with a handful of ashes, the pain of reincarnation is endless

But people are still obsessed and jump into the sea of fire, never free, donors do you know why?"

Jiang Changan shook his head in confusion.

Buddha Yi smiled: "In the end, there is a lot of joy in the world." ”

After standing for a long time, he opened the largest storage box in the room, and the box and the corner were filled with scrolls of calligraphy and paintings, and the handwriting went from jerky to proficient to kempt, and then to a vein, which had gone through decades.

This is a squinting box, he never wants to take a second look at it before, if it wasn't for Zhang Yunzhi to stop him, he would have moved out and burned it a long time ago.

He squatted down and slowly picked up the scroll in the corner, opened it and took a look, smiled slightly, and then put it into the box, moving seriously and slowly.

But suddenly, his eyes were completely attracted by a scroll of calligraphy and paintings, brand new rice paper, damp ink marks, this character was written in less than two months.

Slowly spread out the paper, the handwriting on it is not as conservative as a squinting monster, but more like a more free and uninhibited, just like the masterpiece of the young man who loved to laugh many years ago, and the content is a poem chanted by the white-clothed boy Jiang Sigongzi in a certain year-

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

Jiang Changan's brows were furrowed, and his headache seemed like he was about to explode. His face was pale, the corners of his mouth twitched, his whole body curled up in the corner, his body trembled violently, his eyes were blurred, his hands tightly grasped the clothes on his chest, and he endured the pain.

He didn't cry that night when he came back with the squint on his back, he shouted and screamed in the street like a madman, and he didn't cry, but now he sat withered, his head deep down, and howled loudly, and the cry of the room seemed to be drawn from the depths of his soul.

After a long time, Zhang Yunzhi finally spoke:

"Now, what do you want?"

Jiang Changan no longer answered, his eyes gradually became gloomy, all the sadness, all the joy and anger were hidden behind this thing called "face", and the tears condensed into ice and wiped away indifferently. He looked like a hungry wolf in the wasteland, ruthless and gloomy.

Seven days later, the two elders of the Yin and Yang of the Cold Iron League, the seven Supreme Elders, and the four major worshippers rushed to Jiangzhou from Cangzhou and stayed in Jiangfu for three days, no one knew what kind of relationship the Cold Iron League had with Jiangfu, but the killer alliance that was also the leading force in Cangzhou was nervous, and every move of the Cold Iron Alliance affected the minds of countless people.

The next day, the Han Tie League spread all over the 28 departments of Shenzhou and posted a salutation sticker, and the content written was like thunder exploding again:

The Cold Iron Alliance ushered in a new alliance leader, Jiang Chang'an.

On the same day, the Cold Iron Alliance changed its title - Hanmen.

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