Since entering the Jianghuai River, I have only seen ruined buildings and broken tiles along the way, desolate and dilapidated scenes. Unexpectedly, this Luzhou City is so prosperous.
Abnormal prosperity in extreme situations.
Riding in the luxurious carriage of the Luyang Society, Ye Qingxuan and the others walked slowly on the bustling streets.
There are only Ye Qingxuan and Mi Jiang in the carriage, and Wang Dong Li Hao, Cen Shining and Lei Li are outside.
The Luyang Society is indeed very respectable on the ground. Seeing the sign on the carriage, people from all walks of life in the streets and alleys gave way one after another. Even those gangsters with swords and swords did not dare to offend.
Through the half-covered curtains, Ye Qingxuan could clearly see the people walking outside, most of them were Jianghu figures carrying weapons, and even merchants hired a large number of sword-handed guards.
Those who can do business here are not businessmen in their own right, and it is common to lick blood with a knife.
After walking for a quarter of an hour, Ye Qingxuan saw three slaves tied up in a string. This kind of slave trade, which only exists in the grasslands, is still prevalent here, and it is astonishingly lawless.
Seeing Ye Qingxuan frowning slightly, Mi Jiang was even more sure that the little brother in front of him was not very experienced in the world, so he couldn't see the custom of not caring about boundaries. "It made the distinguished guests laugh. This kind of human slave trade is rare in Jianghuai. Only the people in the south will buy it. After all, Lingnan is remote and ordinary people don't want to go there. However, the place where the White Lotus Cult conquered Baiyue is Needs a lot of manpower…”
Ye Qingxuan said "Oh", pondered for a moment, and asked, "Who is this human flesh business?"
"The local Wu Gang." When talking about the Wu Gang, Mi Jiang said rather contemptuously: "These southerners are nothing. industry."
"Where did these slaves come from?"
Mi Jiang replied: "Most of these slaves were sold from Taiping Road and the grassland. There were many wars there, and some captives captured on the grassland were basically sold to people from the Wu Gang. I heard that the Youlong Gang also had A group of contributions, but mostly young boys and girls who were kidnapped and sold, not many adults. But since the Taipingdao and Youlong Gang were eradicated by the court, the slave trade business of the Wu Gang is coming to an end. Recently, they have a shortage of supplies, so they began to clean up the Jianghuai River The homeless population of the land, but even so, it will not last long... "
Ye Qingxuan put down the curtains, stared at Mi Jiang without blinking for a moment, and asked indifferently: "This kind of business without capital is naturally very profitable. I don't know if Master Mi is also involved in it?"
Mi Jiang waved his hands again and again, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Qi Ye was joking. Although we also run brothels and gambling houses, we would never dare to do such immoral things. Besides, the only party buying slaves is the White Lotus Sect in Jiangnan. We dare not do business with cults even if we are beaten to death! That is a public enemy of the martial arts, and it is a matter of losing our heads... "
"It's best like this." Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and rested his mind, no longer speaking.
Mi Jiang, who was stared into hair by Ye Qingxuan, didn't dare to talk about this topic anymore. He said, "Seventh Lord has been in Luodu for a long time, and he has never experienced the prosperity of my Qinhuai romance. This time, I really have to invite you." My lord came out because a very romantic person came to Mingyue Tower recently, and I couldn't see him."
"Really?" Ye Qingxuan replied noncommittally.
"Of course." Mi Jiang pretended to be excited and said: "This time, the one who came from Luzhou is a first-class musician in the world, and even Qiu Feiyanqiu's closed disciple—Yin Xiuxiu. Not only is this woman unparalleled in appearance, It is even more outstanding in zither and flute, and all the talented and beautiful women in the world think it is a pleasure to see it. I have to spend a lot of time to get to see the beauty, Seventh Master, hehe, the beauty is not shallow. "
In Mi Jiang's heart, young disciples like Ye Qingxuan only care about beauty, wealth and fame. To see such beauties as Yin Xiuxiu, I am not afraid that he will be unhappy.
Yin Xiuxiu!
Yan Yinxin!
The daughter of Yan Jingshu, the owner of Ningbi Villa in Yunzhou, and the apprentice of Qiu Feiyan.
Why did I meet her here again? Could it be that there is some secret mission in the palace that makes it impossible for her to come forward
Ye Qingxuan opened his closed eyes slightly, showing a pensive expression. This kind of reaction immediately made Mi Jiang happy, he thought that Ye Qingxuan would be tempted immediately when he heard the name "Yin Xiuxiu", but he didn't know that he just felt troubled in his heart.
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Now I recall Jiangnan Le, when I was young and my clothes were thin.
Riding on a leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves.
Upstairs in the Mingyue Building, Ye Qingxuan leaned against the window with his hands behind his back, and looked at the small river flowing downstairs, sparkling under the brilliant lights on both banks.
In and out of the building, there are endless voices of greetings and smiles from all over the world.
Yin Xiuxiu's zither sound came from behind, with unprecedented willfulness and softness, as if in the thick fog covering the Qinhuai River, people can see the golden color of the moonlight, it seems relaxed and happy, and it seems to be smiling with tears.
Yin Xiuxiu was not surprised when she saw Ye Qingxuan, she obviously had an important mission and knew of his arrival.
Ye Qingxuan was a little preoccupied, but Yin Xiuxiu was not like that.
This actually aroused Ye Qingxuan's interest.
It's just that he didn't take the initiative to approach the other party, but went to the dim place alone, quietly admiring her zither sound.
The sound of the iron zither is roaming affectionately in a penetrating atmosphere, which seems to be depicting the night sky on the Qinhuai River, and the prosperity and embarrassment on both sides of the river under the bright moon.
Putting aside all his concerns, Ye Qingxuan let go of his mind, let the zither sound of this peerless beauty enter his heart gently, his thoughts were ups and downs, and his emotions were difficult to control.
I don't know how long it has been since I played the piano, Ye Qingxuan almost forgot about his skill.
The mortal world is full of disturbances, which makes it difficult for people to have peace of mind.
A heart that has been polluted by the world of mortals cannot play the sound of fairy sounds.
Ye Qingxuan didn't play the piano anymore because his heart was not peaceful.
Speaking of it, Yin Xiuxiu has been in the world of mortals for a long time, and the repertoire of this world has a little more tranquility in the chaos, and there is a feeling of being out of the mud without being stained.
The little Taoist priest who was detached from the world of mortals back then has been bound by the world of mortals, but that unruly and willful little girl has become extraordinarily fresh and refined in the secular world.
Thinking of the fun, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
The sound of the zither suddenly turned and became powerful, Shen Xiong was solemn and majestic, like a thousand troops and horses stacked on the battlefield, beating the drums of attack, Yin Xiuxiu sang: "The flag is lowered on the king's city, and I know it in the deep palace. Fourteen Thousands of people are disarmed, and no one is a man!"
Yin Xiuxiu suddenly sang these poems in a very earnest voice, as if weeping and complaining. In particular, the sweet and melodious voice performed indulgently, but under the bright scene, there are hidden foreshadowings everywhere, which makes people very sad and indignant.
It's just that Ye Qingxuan was slightly surprised when he heard it, he didn't understand why Yin Xiuxiu went crazy all of a sudden, and he didn't know who the poem was mourning for