Outside the city of Yangzhou, the scenery of Fuchun River is the most beautiful, and the scenery of the thin lake is the best in the city, it is already summer at this time, the lotus leaves on the lake are like fields, the willows on the lakeside are shady, and it is indescribably quiet and pleasant.

The *Zhao Song and Dance Troupe, which went to the Xiling Temple to participate in the Light Festival, still lived in the Song Valve Courtyard on the shore of Slender Lake, as in previous years, and the atmosphere was as depressed and gloomy as it was a few years ago.

The one who came to send the invitation was still the fourth steward of Cui Valve, who did not put his hand behind his back and hide his severed finger, but calmly put it in front of him, as if to let these girls from Chang'an see clearly how he had been hurt because of them.

Three years ago, *Zhao went to the Lanke Temple to participate in the Yulan Festival, which coincided with the 100th birthday of Mrs. Cui, and Cui Valve wanted to present a song of neon clothes that had been lost. Ning Que wrote a letter, and the arrogant fourth steward broke several fingers and suffered a lot of boards.

With the passage of time, many things have changed, and today's invitation to Cui Yuan on the bank of the Fuchun River is to invite * to Cui Yuan on the bank of the Fuchun River to congratulate the patriarch Cui Xiang on his birthday, and still specify that they want to present a song of neon clothes. Xiaocao, who was able to greet quietly and slightly arrogantly last time, has become more and more low-key now, and now Qinghe County is no longer a part of the Tang Dynasty, and the prestige of the academy is not enough to ensure the safety of the girls.

Xiao Cao looked at the Xiling Temple priest beside him, the priest didn't seem to hear anything, although the order he received was to bring the * move back to the Xiling Divine Kingdom, but it didn't mean that he didn't want to see these proud Tang girls suffer some humiliation in Qinghe County.

Seeing that the young *recruitment principal girl accepted the invitation, the fourth steward of the Cui family smiled with satisfaction, gently stroked the somewhat itchy severed finger, and walked out of the Song family's courtyard with his head up.

When he came to Yangzhou City Street, a disturbance sounded into the green curtain sedan chair, the fourth steward frowned slightly, lifted the sedan curtain to take a look, and said in a deep voice: "What is Young Master Tang doing there?"

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Ning Que and Wang Jingluo returned to Yangzhou City, they wore straw hats, they looked like ordinary people, there was nothing inconspicuous, and they did not arouse anyone's suspicion.

Walking on the street, Ning Que suddenly stopped, looked up at the four words Qinghe Post Office written on the plaque, and couldn't help but remember that this place was still called Datang Post Office, and Sang Sang sent a silver ticket to Weicheng here.

Before he could sigh, his attention was drawn to the noise of the streets. He and Wang Jingluo walked over to take a look, only to see the crowd surrounded by several young people dressed as scholars, one of whom was talking loudly, and the rest were angrily glaring at the armed forces of the lords who maintained order. Standing in the crowd and listening for a while, Ning Que realized that the young man who was talking loudly turned out to be a disciple of a branch of Cui Valve.

The Cui Gongzi waved his arms, looked at the Yan people or Southern Jin people on the street with arrogant expressions, and said loudly and angrily: "Why do we Tang people want to let foreigners be arrogant in our own land? Why was the temple deacon who injured the little girl last night sent out of Yangzhou City today?"

The faces of the sons of the lords who were holding sabers were a little uncertain, and some people in the crowd refuted his opinion angrily, and finally the argument naturally came to the aspect of whether the Qinghe people were Tang people or not.

Who can prove it? I, Cui Huasheng, have been a Tang man since I was born, and I have been proud for more than 20 years, but now I want to say that I am not a Tang person, and want me to be a dog like those Southern Jin Dynasty people and Yan people, why should I agree!"

The crowd gradually became quieter, Ning Que watched coldly, and found that this person named Cui Huasheng and the young people beside him were actually the children of the lords, confirming that there were indeed many people in Qinghe County who were interested in Datang, especially those young people who were not blinded by the moss courtyard wall.

At this moment, the crowd gradually divided, and a blue curtain sedan car walked in. The fourth steward of the Cui clan lifted the curtain and got out of the sedan chair, looked at Cui Huasheng and said in a cold voice: "Young Master Tang, your cousin and uncle, and hundreds of lives of my Qinghe surnames were buried in the hall of Chang'an City, do you still want to call yourself a Tang person?"

Cui Huasheng saw that it was this person, he was slightly stunned at first, and then said with a pale and sad face: "My wife's family Qiu clan was exterminated by you last autumn, and more than 40 members of the family died without seeing the body, that is, my nephew was only four years old, and he was killed by you, and my brother was the governor of the Taishou Mansion and was beaten to death by you with a stick.

The face of the fourth steward became more and more gloomy, and said: "Young Master Tang, you should know that this is my thousand-year-old wish of Qinghe, and there is no possibility of turning back after this is the case, why are you so obsessed?"

Cui Huasheng shouted: "I'm so obsessed, what can you do with me? Today's Qinghe is a land without a country and a land without law, can you still cure my crimes?"

The fourth steward said in a cold voice: "There is no law, there are clan rules, come on, tie up the young master of the hall for me, and send it to the ancestral hall to be dealt with in the clan!"

As soon as the words fell, many people rushed out of the crowd, kicked the young men to the ground, tied them tightly with hemp ropes, tied them to wooden sticks, and walked towards the ancestral hall outside the city.

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It is still the beautiful Fuchun River.

Ning Que didn't find out until this time that there were many cages made of bamboo by the river, probably the utensils for soaking pig cages, and for countless years, I don't know how many men and women were drowned alive in the beautiful Fuchun River, and I don't know how many souls were wronged in those supple and beautiful aquatic plants in the river.

He stood on the riverside and looked at the water plants, listening to the sound of sticks and the cheers of the people coming from the ancestral hall of Cui Valve in the rear, the love on his face did not change, and it took a long time before he turned around.

Nearly 1,000 people live outside the ancestral hall. Cui Huasheng was dressed in white, his face was pale, covered in blood, and he was dying on a pole outside the ancestral hall, as if he would die at any time.

Wang Jingluo walked back to him.

Ning Que said: "The applause does not necessarily mean that everyone agrees with Cui Valve's disposition, just because Cui Hua was a high-ranking son in his life, but today he was beaten into such a miserable appearance except for his coat, and the onlookers are naturally happy." ”

Wang Jingluo was slightly stunned, and said: "I heard some news, Cui Huasheng is indeed a serious son of Cui Valve, marrying a wife Qiu's family, it is Ruyang Zhizhou Qiu Fangwu **, on the day of the rebellion, the Qiu family was wiped out by the rebels with all surnames, and the Qiu family was in his mother's house at that time, and he also died on the spot. ”

Ning Que said: "The so-called people's hearts must be stabilized before they can be strife, Cui Valve does not hesitate to let his own children die, that is, he wants to use blood to silence the people of Qinghe County." ”

Wang Jingluo asked softly: "In that case, can we save it?"

Ning Que said: "This person loves his wife very much, and it is painful to live now. ”

Wang Jingluo said: "At least he shouldn't have to suffer while he was alive. ”

Ning Que said: "There are still two fateful realms on the bank of the Fuchun River, I won't risk this person, of course...... If he survives this time, or can be of some use in the future. ”

After saying this, he turned and left the ancestral hall.

He looked at the other side of the Fuchun River, perceiving the fluctuation of the formation faintly coming from those manors, and thought to himself that it was indeed a place with a longer history than the academy, and the background should not be underestimated.

There are two people on the bank of the Fuchun River who know their fate, which does not make him feel afraid, but if he wants to do it, it must be very quiet, then everyone will know that he has left Chang'an.

At least before entering the Xiling Divine Kingdom, he couldn't let people know that he had left Chang'an, otherwise all the strong cultivators in the world would come and try to kill him.

And after all, he had signed a peace treaty with the Xiling Temple to ensure the safety of Qinghe County, if he killed too many people here, the temple would not be able to endure it forever. There are many things he can't do before the academy deals with the drunkard and the butcher, the two knives that always hang over Datang's head.

But there are also things he can and should do.

As Yang Erxi said, now that the Tang people are going to Qinghe County, what else can they do besides killing people?

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Ning Que did not enter Yangzhou City this time.

He stood in the woods outside the road, looking at the official on the white horse, silent.

The official was very young, with an elegant and quiet demeanor, and dozens of subordinates and sergeants beside him were escorted, and he still did not forget to wave to the people of Qinghe County on the road, which caused bursts of applause.

In Ning Que's eyes, this young official was very ridiculous, because the official uniform on this person was obviously still the Tang Dynasty system, but some details had been changed, which looked a little funny.

What's more, Ning Que has always thought that this person is ridiculous, because his name is Zhong Dajun.

"On the day of the rebellion, he made the greatest contribution, and he was the son of the city guard of Yangzhou, so he got a lot of benefits afterwards, and if Qinghe County announced the founding of the country, it is estimated that he will be knighted. ”

Wang Jingluo looked at Zhong Dajun and said.

The greater the meritorious service during the rebellion, the more Tang people were naturally killed, and the officials at all levels in Yangzhou City were deceived by this person to the city guard, and then hacked to death with an ambushed knife and axe.

Ning Que looked at Zhong Dajun's hand holding the reins and said, "Kill him, I'll leave again, you make preparations in Yangzhou City, at most a month, I will come back." ”

There is a ruined temple outside Yangcheng Prefecture, and it is also the only temple.

Two monks suddenly came to the ruined temple, one of them was dark-skinned and had a serene and extraordinary bearing, while the other monk was blind and looked depressed and silent.

Ning Que entered the ruined temple with the twilight.

He looked at the dark-skinned monk and smiled slightly, and said, "Senior brother, long time no see. ”

This monk is the current abbot of the Langke Temple, Guanhai Monk, Guanhai Monk looked at him and sighed and said: "Everyone in the world is waiting for you to come out of Chang'an City, so that you can kill you, who would have thought that you really came out." ”

Ning Que said: "Senior brother has been cultivating in the past few years, didn't he also break through the temple and leave the temple?"

The monk said: "The Xiling Temple is going to hold a light festival, and Washan always has to go to one person. ”

Ning Que said: "I also want to go and see the excitement." ”

Only then did the monk know that he was preparing to go to Xiling, and he was shocked and didn't know how to speak.

Ning Que looked in the direction of the back of the palace and asked, "How is he doing?"