Episode 40: Ten Years of Yangzhou Dream, Bo Xingming 1

The hatch suddenly opened, and the sound of waves poured in. The woman who had been sleeping lightly woke up and turned her head to look at the hatch.

"The boat has arrived in Quming. Oh, Xiang Nio'er, get up quickly." Pushing the door was a teenager, with beautiful and handsome eyebrows, and his voice was between a teenager and an adult.

"I know." The woman who was taking a nap in the cabin put down her arm and answered lazily.

Soon another teenager also walked into the cabin, almost exactly like the previous man. The two whispered for a while, and one of them asked with a smile, "Yo! Why can't Xiang Niuer be fierce today? Is it because she is about to see someone and secretly happy?

"I think it's true that I haven't woken up from someone's gentle hometown!" Both of them bit the word "someone" very hard, and even unrelated people knew that they were talking about different people.

The woman snorted, "The sinking water stops the frost. If you two have the strength to play with your mouths, it's better to carry your luggage ashore."

A pair of teenagers smiled and only watched the attendants rush in and out.

"Did you have a good time on this trip?" After the supervisor's entourage placed their luggage, Lou Su also entered the cabin. "I think you are very reluctant when you go down the mountain. Do you get along well with the palace owner on the mountain?"

The woman snorted and ignored it. Lou Soo continued to laugh: "Oh, when I came back to Beijing last time, I saw that the prince was often pleasant to you. It seemed to be really interesting. This trip to the capital was really dangerous..."

"What, are you afraid?" The woman's ending turned, and she asked three charmingly and provocatively.

Lou Shu choked and couldn't answer. The corners of the woman's mouth behind the veil rose slightly and staggered to the outside of the cabin.

In just three months, this is the second time I have entered the capital. Although I have only met you not long ago, I can't help but feel a little sorry that I haven't seen you in the capital. It's not necessary to recognize each other by name, but what he said that day, if he didn't give him a chance to apologize, he would be too petty.

"You know I'm still alive."

You are different from him, yes, yes, no. If I stand in front of you, can you still say the same thing?

But if you don't say it, I will forgive you.

***

Wei Tanyi spread the letter on the tea case. Looking at it again and again, the sneer at the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious.

- My disciple Tan Yi, recently received an order in the palace, which was quite tricky. He even sent several people to go there. He wanted to go there in person, but he had several fates with Mrs. Pixiang. He was afraid that he would be recognized and alert, so he handed over this task to you. I hope you will live up to the expectations of the teacher.

"I'm afraid I'll be recognized and alert. I can't be cruel at all!" After reading it several times, Wei Tanyi snorted, "The old demon is merciful all over the world, but he wants me, an apprentice, to clean up the mess for him. What's the reason?"

However, complaining is related to the reputation of Fuqin Palace for a hundred years. No matter how reluctant he is, he can't shirk it. What's more, at the beginning, he went down the mountain without even taking over the task. It is rare for the master not to investigate. This time, he should make a teacher's task and send it to him.

Mrs. Phixiang... It's really interesting.

So as soon as Han Ruxufu stepped into the threshold, he saw the shopkeeper wearing a fiery red fox coat with a treacherous smile on his face, and immediately took back his foot.

"Lord Han really comes more diligently than anyone else."

After the quenching disappeared, Wei Tanyi didn't even drink much tea. Every time Han Ruxu took time to come to inspect, he only saw him in a daze at the parrot. After all, it was unacceptable for him to suddenly lose his thoughts.

"I'm here to tell you that you should stay in the store tomorrow night and don't go there." Han Ruxu threatened with a fierce look.

Wei Tanyi raised his eyebrows: "Is this a advice or a warning?"

Han Ruqi hummed heavily: "Anyway, don't go anywhere honestly! If you let me know that you are appearing outside of Yuezhai, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Oh, it's scary. I see." Originally, he thought he would refute a few words and ridicule himself, but he didn't expect that Wei Tanyi agreed very meekly and didn't even ask the reason.

Han Ruqi was a little puzzled, but he was relieved to achieve his goal. After saying this, he turned around and went out again, as if he had something urgent to do. Needless to say, the sandalwood can also be guessed.

"It seems to be a troublesome job," he picked up the letter again and read it with a wry smile. "The old demon himself hides in the mountains to avoid suspicion, but he is not afraid that I will be recognized."

A few days ago, Song Yuan, the king of Duan, talked about Mrs. Pixiang, the incense maker of the Lou family. Wei Tanyi has secretly inquired about it. This Lou family is naturally the building of Lou Chang. It should be a confidant of the prince's family, but the one who invited Mrs. Pi Xiang is the elder brother that the prince wants to kill. If there is nothing fishy here. Even the ghosts won't believe it.

Han Ruxu didn't know that he happened to be the proof that he was not at the scene. As long as you promise not to go out, and then replace you with Shishen to stay here, it will be easy to kill Mrs. Pixiang. Wei Tanyi touched his jaw and began to figure out how to kill the man to get the best result - that is, to shock the whole capital.

The poison left by Situ Pinjia gradually invaded the internal organs. He didn't know how much time was left, but he must have his wish before that.

***

There are thousands of branches, stacked clouds and flowing water. The hollowed-out silk is a thousand branches, and the thousand branches of the jade tree are ingenious, which is superior; the flower inlaid with jade is the stacked cloud, and the long sky is the cloud, which is the middle multiplier; the cut and polished is the flowing water, and the spring shade of the flowing water is the lower.

However, in terms of material, the tortoise bee is the best, the jade is the best, the gold and silver is the second, and the wood is the worst.

The tortoise tortoise is immortal for thousands of years. It can be used as a legend of all generations. Because of its scarcity, it is more than a lot of money.

——"GingTai Yong • hairpin"

***

Before leaving, she came to the door of the master's room.

It is said that she is a master. In fact, she has not been the person at the beginning for a long time. She really wants to know what the person thinks about her betrayal.

"Master, my disciple is going down the mountain today." She tapped gently on the door.

An old and vigorous voice came from the room: "Come in and have something to say to you as a teacher."

She hesitated for a moment, but still put down the veil, and then pushed the door in.

"A Xiang, you have been a teacher for many years, and you have got the true biography of the teacher. It's very gratifying to be a teacher." Red Sandalwood Luohan**, the old man in gray sat on his side and focused on some bottles and cans on the pear blossom kang table, saying that he had something to say to her, but he didn't look at her.

"It's the master who teaches it." Unable to figure out his true intention, she had to answer like this.

Zhong Henfang, her second master, rescued her from the river. He took her in without asking her identity and reason, and also passed on all the incense-making skills to her. Compared with that person, she was indeed a competent and good master. It's just... She smiled bitterly. Whenever she compared them, she couldn't help laughing at herself - if she regarded the man as the master, she would have lost a lot of troubles.

The old man put down the golden duck in his hand, turned around as if he had opened a box, and then took out an item and handed it back to her.

"Is this...?"

The orange peel-like dry and thin hand holds a hairpin. The texture and style of tortoisena are extremely simple. It can be said that it is just cut out an unknown shape, but the lines are smooth and the luster is uniform, which is also a rare thing.

She didn't dare to take it rashly, just because there were hundreds of inexplicablely damaged objects around her, large and small. At first glance, this thing was a treasure kept by the master carefully, which was careless.

"Since you started, I haven't given you anything as a teacher. Now that you will be a teacher, I will give you this traceless trace as a teacher." Zhong Henfang's tone was faint, as if she just handed a pear.

She hesitated for a moment, but still took it over and thanked: "Thank you, Master."

She took over the hairpin named Su Wuhen. She stood by the bed and waited for the lecture, but she didn't wait for Zhong Henfang to open her mouth.

"...Then, the disciple will leave first."

"Be more careful after going down the mountain and don't take it easy again."

"Yes."

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Original poem: "Zhai Huai", a ten-year dream of Yangzhou, winning the name of the brothel's lucky name