Chapter 52: Biluo in the River 1

Beichen Yi did not forget the young man who played the piano by the river, since the first day on the boat, this young man has hardly been out of the cabin, but that glance made Beichen Yi feel that the person's eyes were like autumn water, as if he had seen it elsewhere.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's your name?"

"What about you?" asked Mei Aoshuang rhetorically.

His eyes wandered and he said, "Beichen Yi." ”

She replied, "White frost." ”

Jun Wuwu stood aside, looking at the scene of the first acquaintance between the two, his deep gaze was like a deep pool, eternal and bottomless.

The ship of Citafra departed as scheduled, and there was an envoy from the Beiyuan Kingdom on board, and the people on board were a little more restrained and a little more safe.

And that case, after the prefect of Zhenjiang got off the boat, he did not go to the city to search for criminals as he said, but hurried to the Wenfu and reported the letter between the envoy of the Beiyuan Kingdom and the three princes, so he can't be blamed for this, but he can only be blamed for the prefect's title being too small and the other party's origin too big.

Hearing this, the old lady Wen, who couldn't cry, shouted: "Is my son going to die in vain!"

"It's the incompetence of the lower officials, the incompetence of the lower officials...... "The prefect of Zhenjiang trembled and said, where is there still the appearance of the parents and officials here, the funny thing is that the title of the lower official, those who don't know still think that Master Wen is his superior.

Old Man Wen only got a son in middle age, and now the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and his heart is also sad and desperate, when he thinks of this Zhenjiang prefect Mingzhe to protect his life, in order to put on the black veil and let go of the murderer of his son, even the prefect also hated it, and naturally looked at each other coldly.

After the prefect of Zhenjiang left, Master Wen hated and said: "Madame, don't worry! When the husband repairs a letter to inform his daughter and son-in-law of this matter, he will definitely seek justice for my son!"

It doesn't matter what kind of royal family he is in the Beiyuan Kingdom, even if the scarlet-clothed young man has nothing to do with the murderer, this matter is caused by him, just because his son has taken a fancy to the young man, he must let the young man be buried with him!

And Citafra dared to shield the murderer of his child, so he simply got rid of it!

After leaving Zhenjiang City, the ship sailed for nearly ten days, and after passing two small checkpoints, it did not leave the area of Dongyang Mansion.

These checkpoints are not set up by the government, but are under the jurisdiction of local water gangs, and some areas on the Fengjiang River will be guarded by gangs, which are the so-called Jianghu people, these gangs are stationed on the river all year round, maintain navigation order, resist river bandits, and of course collect a certain amount of money from passing boatmen.

The owner of Yuan Fang of De Citale Fang was very well-connected, and the guards of the two checkpoints were familiar with him, and the boat was not only not hindered in any way, but also sent someone to send a few glasses of thin wine to show welcome.

Thinking about it, although Citafra is located in Zijing City, it is the most suitable to walk around the country in the east all year round, and the relationship with these water gangs must naturally be handled properly.

By this time, the night had fallen and the stars had risen.

Not far away, the river was a red light. If you take a closer look, it turns out that it is the firelight that illuminates the night sky, and then reflects it in the middle of the river, which is really a river fire.

Mei Aoshuang was dressed in white, standing at the bow of the boat, the cool night breeze was blowing, and the eyes of the shearwater were looking forward curiously, and asked, "Brother Jun, what kind of place is that?"

"Brother Bai Xian, in front of you is the water village of the Canghai Gang, known as the blue sky, don't look at the fishing fire on the river at night, but in the daytime it is green mountains and clear water, which is another scene. After this Biluo genius, Dongyang Mansion was calculated, and on the other side was the area of Pingyang Mansion. Jun Wuwu stood beside her and said softly.