At this time, it has just entered autumn, and the scenery by the Qinhuai River is still good.

A few willows near the river scattered dead leaves, fell on the surface of the river, and were swept away by the current.

The black and white pieces on the chess booth had already fallen for half a game, and the old man's frowning brows were relaxed, and the debate on whether this kind of play was in line with the way of a gentleman ended early. The old man is only limited to the temporary obstacle of his own doctrine, and he is not the kind of pedantic person, but he can accept Wang Ning's method after a while.

In fact, the so-called chess field is like a battlefield, since the two are sitting on opposite sides, then in order to win, they should do everything, of course, the current situation, the old man is too "positive", but fell into an unbearable situation, the outcome of this game is not much suspense.

Wang Ning is not a chess master, he can play the current situation, probably because he is too pragmatic, and what he does is mostly "insidious and cunning".

The old man threw chess and admitted defeat, and the game was over.

"Childe's chess...... It's hard to say. The old man said so, if the other party was his disciple or something, he might mention it, but neither of them was a nodding friend, and it was really hard to say.

Wang Ning didn't care much, and then said: "What I think about on weekdays makes the old man laugh." ”

The old man pursed his lips and smiled, then nodded: "That's the fate...... I thought about it myself, but it made sense. ”

Then the two briefly reviewed the plate and talked for a while, and the hour was not early, and the two left separately.

After a short period of contact, he had a deeper understanding of the old man, and he also felt that it was a good thing that the assassination was not successful at that time, but at that time he was not at peace every time he thought of it, he may not care much about his life, but he cares about the guy who is plotting behind his back.

Jiang Shanlou decided to kill people at that time, and naturally he would not let the old man live well, so there must be another force involved, and he is a person who is familiar with the inside story of Jiang Shanlou, and when he thinks of the existence of such a person behind him, Wang Ning can't feel better.

After all, he didn't die twice in a row, and if he were from the other party's point of view, he would never tolerate him surviving the third time.

At present, only Ji Qian'er knows his identity, Ji Qian'er is the loyal dog of Jiangshanlou, and she definitely wants to get rid of him quickly enough.

So, where did the third party come from?

Wang Ningke never thought that life would be so hard. In order to live an easier life in his childhood, he chose the kind of unruly life that everyone hated, and after encountering an accident, he chose to be a killer, and he also felt that the killer only needed to raise a knife to cut people.

He didn't expect to be killed, and after nine deaths, he fell into a deeper quagmire and couldn't pull away.

He's just a small person, and he can't figure out what kind of thing he's done to get into this trouble.

Or, did someone know who he was?

Wang Ning restrained her thoughts again, pushed open the door of the inn, and walked in.

Ji Ling'er has been staying at the inn for a few days.

She was very bored, because of Wang Ning's grounding order, and she was a little ashamed that she was so obedient.

Wang Ning heard the angry words of the woman in the room through the door, shook his head, and once again confirmed the old saying that "only women and villains are difficult to raise", so he went back to his room lightly.

The two of them have been together for a long time, and they have understood most of each other's temperament, although there are occasional jokes, but they have never been-for-tat, but it is like two dull guys have finally met, so they opened the chatterbox.

Wang Ning was so happy, now that Ji Ling'er helped him hide his identity, he lived an ordinary life for a while, and after the hurdle in front of him, he went south to find a place and lived for the rest of his life.

North, he couldn't bear to go back.

Under the pressure of the government, the recent events in Jiangning City have not been made public, so the small-scale discussion in private has become somewhat unrecognizable, so that people at the bottom are panicking.

Whether it was the burning of the boat earlier, or the riots of the displaced people that had just been "pacified", or the death of Min Xuetong, and the bloodshed on the streets...... It became taboo for a long time afterward, and no one dared to mention it. Most of the people mentioned have been imprisoned, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

No one could have predicted how this would turn out, and in fact a large number of people who had recently died had been put on the status of exiles, and Min Xuetong, who had been cut to pieces, was rewarded by the imperial court soon after.

Those who know the inside story shrink their heads even tighter, and those who don't know the inside story, such as those literati, have been questioned for their crimes, revoked their reputations, and exiled to the borderlands......

All in all, July in Jiangning has been so turbulent.

The autumn wind blew in August, and blew out a fire among the people.

August is off to a good start.

The prefect of Jiangning was imprisoned, Huang Xiao, the former governor of Shangyuan County, was promoted to the prefect of Jiangning, and Jiangning abolished Shangyuan and Jiangning counties, which means that since then, in a sense, there is one person in Jiangning City who has the final say.

Under this premise, the newly appointed Huang Governor's Mansion opened a warehouse to release grain and provide relief to the victims, but after more than half a month, there were not many of the victims who fled to Jiangning.

In the past six months, several affected prefectures and counties in the north have gradually recovered. After the Yellow River burst its banks and many people died, several state and county magistrates were imprisoned and questioned about their crimes, and the matter was probably over.

The imperial court survived the crisis with an absolute iron fist, but no one dared to predict that it would suffer several times as much catastrophe afterwards.

At that time, the disaster was no longer a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

The people at the bottom can't see so far, in short, they are willing to believe that the coming year will be a good year, and they are willing to believe that the court will not abandon them, so they carefully continue to live, thinking that they can usher in a new situation by enduring it.

The scholars and doctors in high positions are the smartest people in this world, they are well aware of the current situation, but no matter who affects the situation of the whole body, no matter who dares to change it lightly, whether they understand it or not, they are happy to pretend not to understand, and maintain the current "stable" situation.

Only those scientific and Taoist officials occasionally come out and play "current affairs", and then they are suppressed by all parties until they are gone.

Under the glamour, in the end, it only exudes a fishy filth.

On the small chess stall on Qin Huai's side, the old man's brows never relaxed again, although the words he said on weekdays were still those innocuous words.

The old man named Du Xian couldn't sit still again soon after.

So, the storm rose again.