It was dull in the room.

The political affairs were handed over to Huang Baoyi to take care of, and Li Ruyu devoted himself to finding the sage and stranger, but last night's incident had not passed, and Fang Thirteen brought bad news in the morning.

The Beizhen Fu Si Ti Cavalry, who ostensibly identified as his own slave, all disappeared.

It's a tactful way to describe it as missing.

In this situation, there is only one possibility of disappearance: he was thrown into the Qinhuai River to feed the fish.

Li Ruyu was silent for a while, and said to Fang Thirteen: "Pension your family, you can use all the amount of this month's money on this, it's really not enough, I can also pay some privately." ”

Fang Thirteen shook his head, "Since you came, the money from the Nanwei Fourth Institute has been issued by the Jiankang Mansion, in fact, before you came, the general office of the Beizhen Fusi was also responsible for a payment, and it was not stopped because you took office, and it was enough for the pension." ”

In fact, no bereavement pension is required.

Xu Ming is a deserter and a lonely person, He Xiaoer left Jiankang with his mother, and as for the other one, his concubine is a female trick who has already run away with money.

But Fang 13 didn't say these things.

Once these things are said, Beizhen Fusi is afraid that he will be held accountable for He Xiaoer's escape.

So what Fang 13 told Li Ruyu was that all three of them were missing.

In the Jiankang Nanwei Fourth Institute, as long as Li Ruyu believes that he will cover it up a little more, no one will really care where He Xiaoer goes, even if it is liquidated in the future, who will care about an inconsequential horseman?

Li Ruyu sighed, "So now it's just the three of us." ”

Fang 13 was silent, and the situation was not optimistic.

After thinking about it, he still said what happened last night, "I saw a man last night, maybe he killed all the horsemen." ”

Li Ruyu asked, "What kind of person is it?" ”

Fang Thirteen had palpitations, "I don't know." ”

When I returned from the county government last night, I saw that the door of my house was in sight, but I suddenly felt like a thorn in my back, like a snow curtain with goose feathers fluttering, and there was a faint sharp sword intent.

I didn't dare to move.

If you move it, you will see a flaw.

The snowflakes piled themselves into snowmen, but they still didn't dare to move, and stood at the door of the house for half an hour before the master in the shadows left quietly.

At that moment, I was covered in snow, and I was already soaked.

After listening to this, Li Ruyu looked at Ah Mu, "How tall do you think that person is?" ”

Ah Mu looked at Fang 13 and said a thoughtless word, "Your legs are also very high." ”

Fang Thirteen pretended not to understand.

……

……

Jong-hyun overestimated himself.

He thought that he could sit and watch the situation and watch how the young man outwitted Han someone, but he never thought that before the real confrontation, people had already begun to die, and five people died at once.

Jong Hyun, who learned the news, felt guilty.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me.

If you continue to stay in Jiankang, I am afraid that more people will die because of yourself, so I can only leave.

The intention of the person who informs him of the news is also to remind him to leave.

Jong Hyun has entered the office.

But in his early years, he was only a county lieutenant, and later a court painter, he was not a real official, and he was born in a prosperous era, and he had never seen a bloody drifter.

On the water town painting boat, Zhong Xuan sighed and was worried.

Bai Yujing smiled and said nothing, "Mr. wants to leave Jiankang, where is he going?" ”

Zhong Xuan pondered for a long time, "I want to meet that master, whether it is the Qinglian in the world, or whether someone uses the poem of Qinglian to sell his reputation." ”

Watching the battle of the fishing city, the master came on the clouds and recited poems to amaze the world.

"Qinglian?"

Bai Yujing smiled, "There are too white stars in the sky, the big river is green and cloudy, the immortals in the dust, and the embroidery mouth spits spring and autumn." This kind of green lotus demeanor is also admired by the slave family. ”

In the low-hanging snow clouds on the Qinhuai River, the thunder rolls.

Zhong Xuankou was dumbfounded, and then suddenly realized, "Everyone Bai is hiding so deeply. ”

Bai Yujing smiled gently, and his words were helpless: "The slave family is not like Mr., he has the posture of a sage, he can ignore the thunder, or he can laugh at the arrogance of all beings, even if the slave family is two people in two lives, but after all, she is just a female trick, and her talents and words are not in the stream. ”

Zhong Xuan sighed, "Everyone Bai is humble. ”

Bai Yujing shook his head, "It's not self-humility, this is the truth, my real identity is also a female trickster on the Qinhuai River, but she is a desolate, even if she is a stranger, she is just an ordinary person." ”

Zhong Xuan smiled bitterly, "What are the plans of everyone Bai?" ”

Bai Yujing thought for a while, "I've saved some money over the years, and I can probably redeem myself, the slave family wants to go to Lin'an and see that Liu Chunfeng, whether it is the white-clothed Qingxiang who wrote down the wind and waning moon on the willow bank." ”

"The white-clothed prime minister?"

Jong-hyun heard the term for the first time.

Bai Yujing explained: "It's a self-proclaimed white-clothed prime minister. Mr. Chung doesn't know? I thought that Mr. should be the one surnamed Tang, but it seems to be wishful thinking. In this way, if Mr. You are not surnamed Zhang, then this Liu Daci will be later than Mr. Zhong, and will be the ancestor of the female singer in later generations, although he is not as good as Qinglian, but he is also a fairy-like figure in the world. ”

The female singer admires the most is the white-clothed prime minister.

Above the sky, the thunder became more and more majestic.

Zhong Xuan was suddenly a little lost, "It's a pity that I can't meet this talented person, if you can see it, please say hello." ”

Bai Yujing bowed, "If it's really him, I guess I will also admire Mr. very much." ”

Zhong Xuan was silent for a long time before he said: "If there is no North and South Zhenfu Division, how brilliant it should be for different people in the world to gather together, and what kind of world will a hundred flowers contend?" ”

Bai Yujing shook his head, "The world will be chaotic, there are many great Confucian scholars among the strangers, but there are also heroic generals, such as Zhao Sa, the king of Kun who withdrew from Guanyu City, Mr. should know who this person is." ”

Zhong Xuan nodded, "Yes, there can only be one king in the world after all." ”

No matter how big the troubled times are, there can only be one male lord who sits on the world, especially in the Great Liang world, there will almost never be a situation where the Three Kingdoms will compete for hegemony, let alone the Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons and the Seven Heroes of the Warring States.

Standing up, he bowed down to Bai Yujing, "I have been bothering for a long time, and I can't repay it, I am willing to paint a picture for Bai everyone." ”

Bai Yujing pulled up the hem of his skirt and shook his head, "Mr. wants to leave Jiankang, if he paints at this moment, it will inevitably lead to thunder and thunder, and then Beizhen Fusi and Han will come to hear the news, and Mr. is afraid that he will not be able to leave." ”

Zhong Xuan shook his head, "It's okay. ”

I just want to let Li Ruyu and Han know that when I leave Jiankang today, you don't have to kill more for me, although I have no sage knowledge, but I have a sage heart.

Bai Yujing was silent for a long time before he sighed, "Okay, with Mr.'s painting, the slave family has no regrets in this life." ”

Spread out the canvas and grind the ink.

When Zhong Xuan took the pen, the thunder in the sky became more and more turbulent, and he almost wanted to fall. When he finished writing for a long time, thunder fell from the sky, exploding at a low altitude, and a lightning bolt pointed directly at the painting boat floating on the Qinhuai River.