Behind the church is an alley, Luo Xiaoquan walked to a vermilion lacquer door and gently pushed it open, in front of him was a small courtyard composed of a main room and two wings, the west side of the wing room was close to the back of the church, and there was a small door in the house, from which there should be direct access to the church. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Xing followed Luo Xiaoquan into the wing room on the east side, there was a strong smell of ink in the air, and the three walls of the room were full of bookshelves, but there were not many books, most of the lattices were stacked with stacks of paper, and there was a wooden machine under the window, which seemed to be a printing press.

Let's go!

Luo Xiaoquan closed the door with his hand, Yang Xing suddenly chuckled in his heart, immediately jumped a few steps back, and shouted angrily,

"Pastor Luo, although you saved my life, I have no interest in that, if you want to force me, then don't blame me for being rude."

Luo Xiaoquan was slightly stunned, and immediately understood the other party's thoughts, he shook his head and said with a wry smile,

"Child, you misunderstood me, the church is very anti-homosexual, I am a faithful believer, and I would never do anything like that."

"The reason I saved you is just that I don't want to see any more killings, there are too many people dying here."

Seeing the painful look on the other party's face, it didn't seem to be a fake, Yang Xing knew that he was living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, so he laughed twice and said,

"Pastor Luo, don't be surprised, you and I don't know each other, but I came to the rescue just now, I can't help but doubt it."

"And on this day, the men's and women's branches in the capital are really ...... Ahem! ”

"It's okay, kid, I don't mind!"

Luo Xiaoquan sighed, walked to the desk on the side, picked up the kettle on the table, poured a glass of water, and handed it over.

Yang Xing almost lost his life just now, he broke out in a cold sweat, and now he was thirsty, so he was not polite, and after taking a few sips and drinking it, he poured another glass.

Luo Xiaoquan stared at the other party and said,

"Child, I don't ask who you work for, whether it's the Qing government, Britain, France, or the United States, it doesn't really make any difference to me, if you want to leave, I can arrange for you to leave on a British merchant ship in the next two days."

Yang Xing frowned, and was thinking about what reason to stay here for two more days, when there was a sudden knock on the door outside, Luo Xiaoquan put the kettle in his hand on the table, and walked out of the wing.

A man's voice came from the courtyard,

"Pastor Luo, this is the King's reply to you."

"When will Hong meet me?" Luo Xiaoquan asked,

The man replied,

"Pastor Hui Luo, the little one doesn't know, the Heavenly King just asked the little one to hand over the letter to you, and didn't say anything else."

Luo Xiaoquan's expression was a little disappointed,

"Okay, please pass it on your behalf, I'd love to talk to Hong in person."

Yang Xing shook his head, after Hong Xiuquan set the capital of Nanjing in history, the two of them only met when Luo Xiaoquan first came.

"If I can meet Hong, I think I can convince him." After Luo Xiaoquan opened the envelope and read the reply, he looked at the sky outside the window with a depressed expression.

"I'm convincing Hong right now that he knows that what he's doing now is completely against the teachings of the Bible, and that there are many believers here who are actually all kind, but just ......"

He paused slightly, as if to be considering the word,

"It's just that they didn't meet a good guide."

Yang Xing's heart moved slightly, the key person in his mission was Hong Xiuquan, and he had to meet this guy last time no matter what, otherwise it would be unclear what the situation of Tianjing City was now, let alone protect Hong Xiuquan's life.

"Pastor Luo, I have a way, maybe I can let King Hong see you once, I don't know if you want to believe me?"

……

Half an hour later, Luo Xiaoquan took a piece of paper and looked at it for a long time, and asked suspiciously,

"Yang, you said that if you give this to Hong, he will be able to see me?"

Yang Xing replied confidently,

"It should be fine, as far as I know, Hong likes girls very much, and he likes them very much...... Beauty picture, this way of painting is very chic and novel, I think he will like it. ”

Luo Xiaoquan looked at it again and again for a long time, and still seemed to be a little disbelieving,

"The eyes of the girls in this painting are so big that they almost take up half of their faces, will Hong like it?"

Yang Xing smiled and said,

"Pastor Luo, don't you think the girls in this painting are cute?"

……

Three strokes on the sun, the sky above Tianjing City remembered the strange singing sound again, Yang Xing struggled to get up from the bed, yesterday Luo Xiaoquan quickly wrote a reply to Hong Xiuquan, and brought that Yang Xing's "masterpiece".

According to the investigation of the General Administration, most of the traversers are generally very excited when they suddenly know that there are other traversers around them, and Yang Xing can be 100% sure that Hong Xiuquan, who was crossed by the painter of the dead house, will definitely meet him.

However, the management of Tianjing City is very strict, and it will be very dangerous for people without identity to go out, and Yang Xing does not dare to run around, so he can only live here in Luo Xiaoquan and wait for news.

As soon as the noon service time passed, a noisy sound sounded outside the door, and a middle-aged man in yellow walked in from outside, bowed and saluted, and asked,

"Pastor Luo, who made this painting?"

Luo Xiaoquan was very honest, pointed to Yang Xing, who was basking in the sun in the yard, and said,

"It's this kid."

The middle-aged man walked up to Yang Xing and smiled politely,

"Little brother, the King of Heaven is invited, you can come with me immediately."

Luo Xiaoquan hurriedly stepped forward and asked,

"What about me? Did Hong let me go see him! ”

The middle-aged man replied respectfully,

"The King of Heaven just asked me to ask for the gentleman of the painting, and did not mention you, Pastor Luo."

Luo Xiaoquan frowned, his face was full of disappointment that he couldn't hide, Yang Xing stood up and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted,

"Pastor Luo, I have met the Heavenly King, and I will tell him about you well."

"Yang, please help me convey to Hong my eagerness to see him." Although Luo Xiaoquan was unwilling, he could only do so.

Luo Xiaoquan is a missionary with a very strong principle, otherwise he would not have paid for Hong Xiuquan's work in the church, feeling that his purpose was impure and refusing to baptize him, and he is a person with ideals, otherwise he would not have gone through many obstacles to come to Tianjing City to preach regardless of the danger.

Yang Xing admired such a person in his heart, but his request could not be conveyed by himself, because Luo Xiaoquan should not have appeared in this time and space.

……

Half an hour later, Yang Xing's sedan chair stopped, he lifted the sedan curtain to see, a five or six meters high vermilion wall stood in front of him, there was a small door under the wall, and in front of the door stood a female soldier in her twenties in leather armor, looking sharply at this side.

The middle-aged man hurriedly walked up to him, arched his hand and said,

"This sister, the painter invited by King Hong Tianwang has arrived."