Chapter 172 Fuqin under the moon

Xia, outside Linyun City, angry horses raised their hoofs, and their clothes were placed in the wind. Ke Chengyang's face was cold and looked up at the word Linyun on the gate. After staring for a long time, Ke Chengyang suddenly felt a little subservient and elegant, so he jumped off the horse and slapped the horse's stomach fiercely. The horse, which had not been standing, immediately hissed and flew to the distance. Ke Chengyang tidied up his appearance and walked slowly to the city gate.

In just half a year, Linyun has undergone earth-shaking changes, but all this is irrelevant to Ke Chengyang, and it is even important to have a bowl of freshly cooked noodles that can fill his stomach. In the six months after leaving Linyun, Ke Chengyang lost a lot of weight, and he, who was already slender, looked thinner.

"Your guest, here comes your face."

The hot Yangchun noodles emitted a seductive aroma. Within a moment, Ke Chengyang devoured Yangchun noodles, and then he breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction. Looking out of the window on the second floor and looking at the bustling crowd, he suddenly remembered a sentence: the world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit.

What is that man doing at this moment? Maybe I would have starved to death because I forgot to eat... Maybe I encountered some interesting case, but I was accidentally played to death by the murderer. If you hadn't traveled to this inexplicable era, what would you look like at this moment? What will you do again?

Ke Chengyang remembered that the man had explained to him the so-called absolute four-dimensional creatures and some inexplicable time-travel theories. At that time, he only thought it was a fantasy. But after Mo crossed into this world, he regretted that he didn't listen to that person carefully at the beginning. What was going on?

After Ke Chengyang crossed into this world, he met Jiang Mozhu, who was also a traveler. However, what surprised Ke Chengyang was that Jiang Mozhu was Gu Li. That person had told Ke Chengyang many times that if Gu Li wanted to create a world, it would be easy.

However, Jiang Mozhu just wanted to tell a story to Ke Chengyang, who was also a traveler, but he never thought that Ke Chengyang was a genius in the field of reasoning. With just a few clues, he knew that he was Gu Li. Of course, this is also because of that person. If you don't know each other, no matter how talented you are, you can't get any truth.

Throw 20 coppers to settle the bill, and Ke Chengyang slowly walked out of the inn.

It's rare that he can walk on the street so leisurely. Compared with sitting in an easy chair detective in the small building of the Supervision Institute, he prefers to go out to run errands. On the one hand, he can avoid dealing with those court officials who are intrigued. The most important thing is that Ke Chengyang has been looking for a way to return to that world, which is why he always runs between countries. Check the name of the case and find what you want.

After decades of searching, Ke Chengyang only got four words: the flowers on the other side, as red as blood.

This is also a poetic word, which is often a taboo of reasoning. Just like the sad spring and autumn, there is no reason, no logic, and just one thought can explain everything. But I don't know that the mood always changes from time, and what you see is the same thing as what others see, even if it is the same thing and the same scenery, it will produce all kinds of changes. Because of this, Ke Chengyang has been unable to infer the way back to that world for those eight words.

Unconsciously, I walked to Wanhefang. Ke Chengyang accidentally looked at a store called Meiran Building next to him, but he was curious. What exactly does Meiran Building sell? Maybe it's some rare treasures. While thinking about it, a beautiful woman in cloth came out. The woman's clear eyes met Ke Chengyang, and then Ke Chengyang found that a small head poked out behind the woman, and her red face was very cute.

"Mother, mother... osmanthus cake... osmanthus cake." The little girl pulled the corner of the woman's clothes in a milky voice, and then looked at Ke Chengyang timidly.

The woman squatted down, gently stroked the little girl's head, and said softly, "If you are good, I will take you to buy osmanthus cake."

Ke Chengyang watched the two leave and saw the store called Meiran Building. The door was closed with a piece of paper pasted on it: it was closed today. Ke Chengyang couldn't help smiling. It seems that the woman just now is the owner of the plum-dyed building. Someday, she will come to see what kind of life is done in this building.

When I got home, it was already night.

The lamp in the study was like beans. Ke Chengyang looked at his father, whose temples were already white, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. Because from Ke Wu's slightly helpless eyes, he knew that his father must be planning something. Everyone thinks that Ke Wu is brave and resourceful, but they don't know that Ke Wu has also been familiar with military books since he was a child, but when the righteousness of Ma Ge's corpse was opposed to the deception of the imperial court, he chose the former. So much so that few people see Ke Wu hesitant or indecisive. Often before the situation is clear, Ke Wu makes a decision directly according to his likes and dislikes. Although it is easy to offend people, I haven't made any big mistakes in so many years.

"Chengyang, do you know why my father always makes decisions before the situation is clear, which is often called brave and resourceful?"

Ke Chengyang is not good at power and tactics, so he just shook his head and waited for his father Ke Wu to continue talking.

"In chaos, the best way is to remain neutral, but maintaining neutrality will inevitably offend both sides, so the father must make everyone think that I am a brave and resourceful man." Ke Wu said slowly, "It's a pity that in the end, it was defeated by the previous emperor, and the military power fell by side."

"Even if the military power is left behind, as long as you can live a safe life, won't it be good?" Ke Chengyang asked, "What's more, the battlefield is always unpreserving. What's the good?"

Ke Wu smiled and said, "That's because you are..."

Ke Chengyang interrupted his father and said, "Stop talking, don't tell me those big truths. I don't want to hear it."

"Okay, my father wants you to go to Shu to join your uncle, would you?"

"Eh? Why do you want to turn to your uncle?

"Father...it's nothing. Father just wants you to practice more..."

"Father, I just came back from the State of Chu. Are you going to throw me to the State of Shu again?" Ke Chengyang complained, "Father, even if you want to travel, you have to wait for a while."

"Yes, yes..."

"Father, is there anything on your mind?"

"What else can you think of? Isn't it that the court will set off another storm?" Ke Wu sighed and seemed to be a little tired.

"Storm?" Ke Chengyang waved his hand and said, "Don't tell me about those court scams. It's not interesting at all. Alas, father, would you like to listen to the strange cases I encountered along the way? It's interesting..."

Before Ke Chengyang finished speaking, Ke Wu interrupted him: "Don't listen to your strange cases for my father. It's not interesting at all."

“......”

The uterus, the moonlight pours on, cold and pleasant. In the courtyard, the flowers are shadowy and the night is windy.

For a few days of marriage, Xia Wuchen, as the prince, never stayed with the crown prince's concubine or two side concubines, but went to the Zhemei Hall where Ling Yue was located every night. Xie Yinxue had no objection to this, but just looked on coldly, and the crown princess Qingyi was also a famous family. Although she was uncomfortable, she did not put it on her face. However, Wu Xiang, the side concubine of Li Jinglue's wife, Wu's lineage, resented Xia Wuchen's stay in the plum hall at night, and said bad words to Ling Yue several times. But after being coldly looked at by Liu Ye, Wu Xiang could only spread her full resentment to the maidservant who served her.

Ling Yue put her hands behind her, dressed in a black robe, and stood in a pavilion not far from the Zhemei Hall.

Suddenly, Ling Yue heard a low cry and followed the sound and saw a thin figure squatting under the pine tree, covering her face and crying. Ling Yue walked over gently: "What's wrong?"

The thin figure squatting under the tree seemed to be frightened. He shook his body and slowly raised his head. Only then did Ling Yue find that it was not someone else, but the maidservant who served Wu Xiang, Ru'er. At this moment, there were several whip marks on Ru'er's face. Ling Yue thought about it and guessed that it must have been done by Wu Xiang. However, Ling Yue does not intend to seek any justice for Ru'er, not because Ru'er is just a humble maid, but to some extent, this belongs to other people's family affairs. As an outsider, she doesn't seem to make a big deal, let alone Ru'er has nothing to do with her.

"Go somewhere else to cry." Ling Yue looked a little cold.

Ru'er immediately stood up and his shoulders kept shaking: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die..."

After the salute, Ru'er immediately trotted away. Looking at the thin back, Ling Yue just sighed slightly, and then returned to the pavilion again, but found that Xia Wuchen was sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, and there was an extra guqin in front of him.

The sound of the piano sounded faintly, as cold as water and as cold as snow. Xia Wuchen wore a cyan gown and felt a little more cold in the moonlight. At that moment, Ling Yue looked at the cold back and remembered a person, Gu Li.

The expressions of the two are so similar, but they are completely different. That is an extremely complex feeling. When Xia Wuchen lowered his eyebrows and smiled, Ling Yue liked it, but when Xia Wuchen showed his cold side, he would have the illusion of facing Gu Li.

From beginning to end, it is a cold tune. After Qu Bi, Ling Yue slowly walked to the pavilion: "How can you play such a cold song?"

"Yuehua is cold, and this song is just right." Xia Wuchen held down the strings, but there was an indescribable sadness in his expression.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the sadness in Xia Wuchen's eyes, Ling Yue couldn't help asking, "What happened?"