"No, he's just a kid. No! "The steward can't hold on, he can't let his son have an accident. But even if he gets out alive, the boss won't let him go. There was only one way for him to keep his children.

The knife in the steward's hand loosened, and he pushed the piano out, then took the silver-making mold on the table in his arms, and ran towards the stove.

He Li knew that he was preparing to burn the jade and destroy the physical evidence, so he flew the long sword in his hand.

The long sword pierced the man's body directly through his heart and lungs, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, endured severe pain, and jumped off the stove, and disappeared in an instant.

Kyoto pear orchard.

Hong Jiuxian opened his voice as always, dressed in costumes, singing other people's joys, sorrows and sorrows on the stage. King Zhou sat at the bottom of the platform and listened to this song with his eyes closed, sometimes raising his hand, and the entourage on the side would send a few flower baskets.

The Red Nine Immortals sang Kunqu Opera this time, their fingers were slightly twisted, their eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and King Zhou's soul night was intoxicated in it.

"Tell the red master that this king invited him to finish eating." After King Zhou finished speaking, he put on his cloak and left the pear orchard.

The Red Nine Immortals, who were singing on stage, came back to their senses, and when they saw King Zhou get up and leave, they thought that they were singing badly somewhere, and they provoked this noble man who gave gold, and his eyes instantly dimmed a lot.

"I said ancestor, what the hell is going on with you. In the afternoon, why didn't you sing again? "Uncle Wu in Liyuan is about to go bad, the tickets for this afternoon have been sold, which of the powerful people in Kyoto is not here for the name of the Red Nine Immortals. If the Red Nine Immortals didn't open their voices, those princes and nobles would not have to tear down the pear orchard.

Hong Jiuxian himself didn't seem to feel anything wrong, and carefully wiped the oil paint on his face. Looking at himself in the bronze flower glass, he remembered the figure of King Zhou leaving in the morning, and couldn't help but feel a stagnation in his heart.

"If I say I won't sing, I just won't sing!"

"Then you'll have to give me a reason! Otherwise, how can I explain it to you. ”

"Uncle Wu, someone is looking for Master Hong."

Uncle Wu frowned, "Who, call him in." ”

"Isn't this the Zhu guard beside King Zhou?" Uncle Wu saw the person who came clearly, and knew that King Zhou wanted to come to spoil the Red Nine Immortals in the pear orchard, so he also respectfully said: "What kind of wind blew you here today." ”

"My lord asked me to give this to the Red Nine Immortals, and said that he would invite him to Linjiang Tower for dinner in the evening."

"You said that Lord Zhou invited me!" The Red Nine Immortals were not as listless as before at this time, and their eyes suddenly flashed.

"Yes!" Guard Zhu nodded and handed the gardenia in his hand to the Red Nine Immortals.

Red Nine Immortals have always liked gardenias, which has been a problem since the age of eleven, and it has never changed over the years.

At night, the autumn breeze is bleak and the water is sparkling.

Kyoto Lanyue Lake, on the riverside upstairs. King Zhou sat here early in the morning, and the Red Nine Immortals changed into a red single coat and it was too late.

There is no heavy makeup when singing on weekdays, and the simple and elegant Red Nine Immortals have a unique charm.

"It's coming!"

"Here we are." Red Nine Immortals gently placed the gardenia in his hand on the side of the table and sat down. Looking at the Linjiang Pavilion, the gardenia in the pavilion smiled slightly: "After so many years, I haven't forgotten it at all." ”

King Zhou smiled, stretched out his hand and added the Red Nine Immortals' favorite Nine Treasures Balls and put them in his bowl: "This is what I asked the master of the Yellow Crane Tower to make, taste it." ”

Red Nine Immortals picked up the chopsticks and savored the food brought by the admirer.

"When I met you, you were thin like a little girl, and you haven't changed much over the years."

"What are you talking about, our singing dramas are not as good as your nobles, and you can still see it if you are fat."

King Zhou heard the coquettishness in his words, and said dotingly: "It's okay, eat more if you like." If you are fat, sing to the king in his house. ”

When Red Nine Immortals heard this, their subordinates paused for a moment, then raised their heads and looked at King Zhou's eyes stunned,

"You're lying to me."

"Over the years, how have I ever lied to you. Eat it! King Zhou stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on the face of the Red Nine Immortals, "How can you look like a child." Now that this king has returned to Kyoto, he will live in Chang'an City and come to see you every day. ”

"Hmm."