The southern foot of Daqing Mountain. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info a small mountain village at the foot of the mountain.

The people in the small mountain village live a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and men ploughing and women weaving.

At this time, it was already the middle of the day, and most of the people in the small mountain village had fallen asleep after a hard day's work. There are only a few men with excess energy who are still carrying out major events with their mothers-in-law and passing on their ancestors.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the sky.

The door to a farmhouse quickly opened.

A middle-aged man went out in his clothes, walked into the courtyard, looked up at the fireworks in the sky, turned around and entered the house, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to dress.

The mother-in-law on the bed muttered, groped in a daze, helped the little son sleeping next to her tuck the quilt, and continued to fall asleep.

The middle-aged man got dressed, whispered something to his mother-in-law, reached out and touched the head of his sleeping little son, opened the door and left.

The mother-in-law on the bed came back to her senses from her daze and jumped out of bed. When he chased out the door, his own man had already walked away.

The man who walked away heard the shouts of his mother-in-law, but he did not look back.

The wind, the shouting of the woman behind him and the barking of the watchdog, blew farther and farther away.

Drop off the horse.

Zhang Laohan, who was ferrying, had been on the boat for a day and had already slept in the shack. The ferryman is not so particular.

Zhang Laohan is a lonely old man with no children and no daughters. The old man ferries in Luoma all the year round to provide convenience for everyone. Everyone thanked him for his hard work, contributed his resources, and helped the old man build the shack he lives in next to the ferry.

First, Zhang Laohan finally had a nest to settle down. Second, it is also convenient for people who come and go across the river.

After all, Zhang Laohan lives by the ferry, and if the big guy has an urgent matter to cross the river at night, it is convenient to call the old man, right?

When people are old, they don't sleep soundly. Zhang Laohan drank a little wine tonight, and at this time, taking advantage of a little wine, it was rare to sleep soundly.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the sky, like a thunderclap.

Zhang Laohan was woken up by the explosion.

The old man propped himself up to the bed, looked out through the gap in the wooden wall of the shack, and sat up suddenly. After sitting for a while, the old man slowly lay back on the bed, but he could no longer sleep.

Yangtze River. A wharf in Ningzhou.

Today is the day to receive the money for the past five days.

The batons received a few large sums of money that they had worked hard to get a few days ago, and most of them bought some coarse food and went home early. After all, there are still several mouths in the house, waiting for these coarse foods to fill their stomachs.

The rest of the power sticks gathered in an open space not far from the dock, staring at the dice cup in the hands of a thick man by the dim light of the dead wind lamp, hoarsely exhausted, shouting big big or small, hoping to win back the big money he had lost before, or let the big money in his hand have a few more.

Under the gaze of a large number of bloodshot eyes, the big man opened his cup and laughed wildly: "Leopard!

The big man laughed maniacally as he hugged all the big money on the table to himself.

At this moment, there was a loud bang in the sky, and brilliant fireworks lit up the night sky.

When the big man saw it, his laughter stopped, and he shouted to the sticks who were still around: "Don't play! Disperse!"

The batons suddenly became anxious, and shouted noisily: "Fang Tou'er, you are so unkind! If you can't win, you won't play!"

The man, known as the square man, reached into the pocket of his shirt, took out a large pile of money, threw it on the table, and said, "Take it all back." Scattered, scattered!"

After that, the man didn't even take the dice cup, and fled directly into the darkness.

Qinhuai River. On a painting boat.

At this time, although the time is nearing the end, the lights on the painting boat are still bright.

In the main hall of the painting boat, several enchanting women danced to the sound of the flute on the stage. Around the stage, there was a staggered mix of laughter, shouts, and whistles.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the sky above the river, and the sound of the flute was paused. At the same time, the shouts of the servants came from outside the door: "What beautiful fireworks!"

Hearing the shout, on a table in the corner of the hall, a white-clothed scholar shaking his head with a wine glass threw down the wine glass in his hand, hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, and rushed to the deck to look at the sky.

At a glance, the scholar jumped into the darkness amid the exclamations of the crowd.

I don't know what means the scholar in white used. Everyone saw him swoop and jump out, but they didn't hear the sound of falling into the water.

Capital. Tsing Yi Building.

As the largest green building in the capital, Tsing Yi Lou has always been the favorite pastime of dignitaries, literati and tycoons.

Not for anything else, just because this Tsing Yi Building is not only in the decoration and layout, everywhere is obviously elegant, but also the girls in this building are all slender and smart.

The most important thing is that the girls in this Tsing Yi Building have always been selling their arts. If it weren't for the willingness of the girls, no matter how much money you come up with, you wouldn't want to kiss Fangze.

It's not that there are no high-ranking officials, nobles, rich people, powerful people and the like, or fighting for power, or relying on wealth, or fighting ruthlessly, trying to break the rules of Tsing Yi Lou and forcing the girls to comply, but they all returned with a feather.

Over time, everyone knows that the backstage of Tsing Yi Building is extremely hard and cannot be provoked.

This is true of the hearts of mortals. The harder it is to get something, the more you want it. The more this is the case in Tsing Yi Building, the more it arouses the guests' hearts for the girls in the building.

The big guy came to Tsing Yi Lou just to have fun. Now, the guests came with a competitive heart.

All kinds of guests are holding back their energy, hoping to please the girls, hug the beauties by means on the surface, and even let the girls take the initiative to give them a hug and enter the room.

Business tonight is as good as ever.

At this time, the proprietress of Tsing Yi Building was walking through the building.

I saw her, with an apricot yellow dress, a blue shawl, and long hair, casually pulling a handful on her head. An ordinary silver hairpin, pinned to the hair. At first glance, there is a special flavor in the indescribable laziness.

Judging by the appearance, this proprietress is only in her early twenties.

When I saw her again, I would make a smile with the waiter and official of the east family for a while, drink a little wine, and then have a flirt with the son and brother of the west family, scolding and scolding, and maneuvering among all kinds of guests, like a fish in water.

As she walked along, a turtle slave hurried over and whispered something in her ear. The proprietress changed her face slightly, and after making a salute to the guest she was greeting, she hurriedly walked towards the back of the building.

Walking to the balcony at the back of the building, she looked up at the sky, then sat down on a chair on the balcony. Frowning, pensive.

The west side of Daqing Mountain. Under the walls of a large manor.

A thin figure was crouching in the evergreen bushes outside the base of the wall, his ears pressed against the wall, listening carefully to the movement.

After listening for a while, the figure drilled out of the evergreen bush, arched his waist, and then, his body straightened up slightly, and he gently and skillfully flipped up, landing on the wall that was more than a foot high, silently.

The figure was about to jump off the wall and fall into the courtyard, when the sky in the distance suddenly flashed with firelight, and a firework bloomed in the night sky, gradually becoming a command.

Seeing the words, the figure did not hesitate to turn back to the courtyard wall, and disappeared into the night.

Yingzhou. The officers and soldiers garrisoned the battalion.

Bands of armed sergeants patrolled the camp and beyond.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the sky not far from the camp, and a firework burst into the sky.

The leader of a group patrolling outside the camp was glancing at the sky and stopped the group. Then, he whispered a few words to the lieutenant. After that, he stood in place, and the deputy team led the team to continue patrolling.

As the team moved away, the team turned and left.

Xiangyang Mansion. The prefect's residence. Inside the study.

Tan Sihuai was carefully playing with a statue of Amati Blood Jade Guanyin, and it was difficult to hide the satisfaction on his face.

Tan Sihuai has been in the position of Xiangyang prefect for six years, and he has long wanted to move up.

In the past six years, Tan Sihuai has earned a very good official reputation in this position. Speaking of it, everyone knows that there is a two-sleeved parent official Tan Governor in the land of the Two Lakes.

Every year's evaluation, Tan Sihuai gets excellent grades. Not only that, secretly, Tan Sihuai also did a lot of things for Qin Mu wholeheartedly.

In public and private, in the light and in the dark, Tan Sihuai felt that he should have been promoted a long time ago. It's just that I don't know why, I have done what I should have done, and I have taken the path I should take, but I can't get promoted.

Tan Sihuai was really puzzled.

This time, his brothers, who were hidden in the shadows, broke down a rich merchant's house elsewhere, and got such a rare object.

Qin Mu likes to collect rare antiques, and it has long been known. This time, as long as he sent this Amoti Blood Jade Guanyin statue to the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, Tan Sihuai didn't believe that his promotion this year would be a certainty.

Tan Sihuai was looking forward to himself when a soft knock sounded on the door.

Tan Sihuai lifted his hand, and a piece of brocade cloth covered Amoti Guanyin. Then, Tan Sihuai drank in a low voice: "Who?"

A low but familiar voice sounded outside the door: "Big brother, it's me!"

Tan Sihuai heard the sound, hurriedly walked over and opened the door, and a man with a large scar on his face flashed into the house.

After the man entered the house, Tan Sihuai walked outside the study and looked around before turning around and walking into the study and closing the door.

Looking at the man with scars on his face, Tan Sihuai frowned and asked, "Second brother, what's the matter?" Didn't you say that you should try not to come here?"

Seeing Tan Sihuai's frowns, the scar-faced man seemed to be a little afraid, so he approached Tan Sihuai and said a few words in a low voice.

When Tan Sihuai heard this, he lost his voice and said, "Really, have you read carefully?" The scar-faced man nodded affirmatively.

Tan Sihuai hurriedly walked back and forth in the room, and whispered to the scar-faced man: "Second child, you go back first." Tell your brothers, don't act rashly. These days, you must not go out, do not go anywhere, do nothing, just have a good rest. Eat well, drink well, and raise well. Wait for my message. ”

After speaking, Tan Sihuai opened the door again, walked outside the door, looked around, and beckoned, the man with a scarred face flashed out of the room, his body flashed again, and disappeared into the darkness.

It's also within the Kyoshi. A magnificent mansion.

The mansion is surrounded by high walls and has a deep courtyard. Two tall vermilion lacquer gates show the dignity of the owner.

It was already midday, and although the tall vermilion lacquer gate was closed, the corner door in the lower left corner of the gate was still open.

By the light of the big lantern on the gate, you can see that several young men in green clothes and small hats are standing at the door, guarding the corner gate in a regular manner.

At this time, in a side hall in the mansion, a feast was in full swing.

Behind the main table, there is a couch. The blanket on top of the couch is shiny and smooth, and just by looking at its color, you know that it is worth a lot.

On the blanket, half-lying and half-sitting was an old man with white hair and silver eyebrows. I saw that the old man had a round face and big ears, and his appearance was upright, although his sideburns were white, his complexion was bright and ruddy.

At this time, the old man was smiling and watching several women in the field dancing in the sound of silk and bamboo, and his smile looked like a Maitreya Buddha.

At the bottom of the main table, on the left and right sides, there are two rows of tables. Behind the table, a dozen or so guests in regular clothes sat down.

Looking at these guests, although they are dressed in regular clothes, they are all well-dressed and dignified.

These guests are watching the dance with the old man, either smiling or singing and chanting. Judging by his demeanor, he is all gentle, and everyone is elegant.

After a while, a middle-aged scribe sitting in the first seat on the left side of the side seat took his cup and was about to raise his glass to the old man at the main table, when an old man who looked like an old servant walked up to the white-haired old man at the main table, bent down, and whispered a few words.

When the white-haired old man heard this, he sat up straight from the couch. Several women who were dancing watched the old man suddenly sit up straight, and his movements froze.

The old man waved his hand, and several women retreated in amusement. Seeing this, everyone at the side seats on both sides hurriedly bowed their hands to the old man and asked, "Master, is there something important?"

It turned out that this white-haired old man was actually Pang Wenyuan, the imperial master.

This Pang Wenyuan is an old minister of the Three Dynasties, and he is deeply valued by the first emperor. Before the death of the first emperor, Pang Wenyuan was one of the first emperor's lonely ministers, and was called the third prince along with Taibao and Taifu. The son of heaven in this dynasty also took Pang Wenyuan's righteous daughter as a concubine.

Concubine Pang is a person, beautiful on the outside and wise on the inside, after entering the palace, she is deeply liked by the Son of Heaven, and she is loved by thousands of people. Everyone knows that the day of the wedding of the Son of Heaven is the time when Concubine Pang is crowned.

Pang Wenyuan carries the weight of supporting orphans, and has the merit of sacrificing his daughter, and the saints are unbeatable for a while. People all over the world are rushing to it.

Pang Wenyuan is a person, and he likes to drink and feast. Therefore, feasts like this are held almost every day in the Pang Mansion.

Pang Wenyuan saw everyone's inquiry, waved his hand, stood up and said, "Don't worry, don't worry." The old man is tired, so let's stop here for today. Everyone, please come back. The old man was rude. ”

Seeing Pang Wenyuan say this, everyone hurriedly got up and bowed, and hurriedly said, "Don't dare!

After finishing speaking, the people in the house led them and retreated one by one.

There is a person who is particularly good at slipping his beard, observing words and feelings, and wants to stay and continue to show loyalty, but seeing that Pang Wenyuan has no intention of leaving anyone, he has to leave and leave.

When everyone had left the house, Pang Wenyuan asked the old servant to come closer and whispered for a while. The old servant nodded as he listened, and then hurried away.

After the old servant also left, Pang Wenyuan walked a few steps with a gloomy face, and scolded hatefully: "Waste!" I don't know who is scolding.

Capital. Another mansion not far from the Taishi's Mansion.

The same high walls and deep courtyards, the same vermilion lacquer gates.

However, not only is the gate closed, but even the corner gate is closed. Standing at the door was not a servant in a green coat or a servant, but a guard with a gun and a knife.

This is the official residence of the current Prime Minister Qin Mu.

In the study, a middle-aged man in white was bending slightly, waving a book.

I saw that he was slender and dignified. Dressed in a long gown, with a good demeanor. When the pen reached the end of the rice paper, the middle-aged man raised his head, a pair of phoenix eyes were faintly shining, and the two curved willow eyebrows were like paint, and he had a good appearance.

It's just that when the man raised his head, he could see that there were already many faint wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. The hairline between the temples also has a lot of gray.

This person is none other than Qin Mu, the prime minister of the dynasty.

Qin Mu finished waving, looked at a line of poetry on the paper, and shook his head slightly.

Ever since he learned that the handwritten book with his seal was robbed by Meng Wuji and others, Qin Mu has been restless these days, and he has pushed him away whenever he wants to be entertained.

Tonight, Qin Mu felt even more disturbed. I wanted to write a few words to calm my mood, but between the next pen, I always felt sluggish. The best thin gold body was written back and forth, and Qin Mu himself felt dissatisfied.

Seeing that Qin Mu finished writing on rice paper, the servant who was standing next to him and was grinding ink hurriedly stepped forward, put away the handwriting that Qin Mu had just written, spread another piece of rice paper, and retreated to the side.

Qin Mu stretched out the wolf hair in his hand, and was about to dip it in ink again, when a person who looked like a master pushed the door directly, hurriedly walked to Qin Mu's side, and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Hearing this, Qin Mu held the hand of the wolf tightly. Seeing this, the servant bowed his head and exited the study.

Qin Mu put the wolf on the inkstone, straightened up, clicked five or six names in one breath, and then instructed the person who looked like a master: "Mr. Fan, you can arrange to summon these people to the White Tiger Hall as soon as possible." ”

When Mr. Fan, who looked like a master, walked out of the study, Qin Mufu reached out and grabbed the wolf hair again, and dipped it fiercely in the inkstone. Immediately, Qin Mu's pen walked the dragon and snake, and a heavy pen with a big killing word jumped on the paper, and a murderous aura came to his face.

The eastern suburbs of Beijing. In a quiet manor.

In a small hall, two old men were playing against each other.

The two old men were dressed in green clothes and green clothes, and they looked like they were in their old age, but their spirits were still strong.

The old man in Tsing Yi is the old man of the Taibao Lu Gongyi Lu of the current dynasty. And the old man Ge Yi opposite him was his junior brother, Zeng Pu, the imperial prince.

Lu Gongyi fell into a white seed. Zeng Pu's right hand held a sunspot between the two fingers of the middle finger, and he couldn't fall off the chessboard for a long time.

Seeing this, Lu Gongyi sighed lightly and said, "Senior brother, you are not in the game, it is better to stop today." ”

When Zeng Pu heard this, he stretched out his hand and messed up the chessboard, and said angrily: "Senior brother, now that the traitor is in charge, the foreign enemy has invaded again. As a younger brother, I really don't understand, how can you calm down with internal and external troubles?"

Lu Gongyi sighed again and replied: "Senior brother, although you and I are ranked as the third duke, we have long stopped asking about the government. Today's saints, everything is listened to by the master and the prime minister. The Taishi and the prime minister are powerful, but those who have different political views, or fight or kill, loyal and righteous people have suffered a lot. If it weren't for the sake of the two old faces of you and me, there would be very few people we could save. Even if you and I have the intention of supporting the society, we have no power to turn things around. Any further rash action will only make the righteous people suffer more losses. ”

When Zeng Pu heard this, he slammed his fist on the slam and said angrily: "Do you let the traitorous party stir up this bright and dark world?"

While the two were talking, the old housekeeper of the Lu Mansion hurriedly walked in and said to the two of them: "The eldest master, the second master, the Zhuangwai newspaper has found a warning signal suspected of Qingyun Ling." ”

When Lu Gongyi and Zeng Pu heard this, they stood up in unison.

Lu Gongyi twisted his long beard under his chin and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, Qingyunzhai Liu Yunfeng and others are fighting the enemy in Taiyuan. I don't know how the war has changed. This time, Qingyun ordered it, and I am afraid that it is inseparable from the prime minister and others. ”

Zeng Pu had already collected his anger at this time, and replied when he heard the words: "Senior brother, although Liu Yunfeng and the others gathered in the mountains and forests, most of them were loyal and righteous. If this matter is really related to adultery, we must not stand idly by. ”

Lu Gongyi thought for a while and sighed: "I can't say it, you and my brother are going to wade into troubled waters again." Come on, come on, you and my brother have a good discussion. ”

After that, the two brothers sat down again and discussed carefully.

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On this night, the clouds moved in all directions.