The New Year is approaching, and it is time to prepare for the Chinese New Year. Every household in Jianyang City is shopping for New Year's goods. The East and West Streets are filled with a variety of goods, and there is an endless stream of vendors delivering goods on the official road outside the East Gate.
In previous years, it was decided not to be so lively. The faces of the people in Jianyang City were filled with joy for the New Year, and they had the illusion of a peaceful and prosperous world.
Luo Yunsheng sat by the window of the restaurant, looking at the bustling street, he was very emotional. After two pots of wine, he began to recite poetry in a daze, not knowing what day it will be.
Li Yuhan sat opposite him and drank a few glasses of light wine in silence. The gate of Lushan is very strict, he rarely drinks alcohol, and the scholar in front of him can be obsessed with watching a street, which makes him a little puzzled, "Mr. Li Moulai, is it just to watch pedestrians?"
Luo Yunsheng shook the empty jug, beckoned for Xiao Er to bring another jug, and clink glasses with Li Yuhan, "Master Li thinks, what is the difference between this place and Xunyang?"
"There are few people in martial arts here." Li Yuhan thought for a while and only said this. On the streets of Xunyang, almost everyone has weapons near them, and conflicts and disputes can be seen everywhere, but it is very peaceful here.
"Yes, there are few people who know martial arts, and there are many unarmed people. Such days can be regarded as peaceful days," Luo Yunsheng sighed, "Last time, the prince disposed of the two outer disciples of the Lushan School, and the head of the Lushan Sect. Are you dissatisfied?"
"I'm a little dissatisfied, but the master likes Ziqi very much, so he doesn't care." Li Yuhan said lightly.
"Heh..." Luo Yunsheng sneered, didn't speak any further, was silent for a moment, then pointed to a shop across the street that sold rouge gouache, "The shopkeeper of that shop was originally from Xunyang, and he was in Xunyang. The shop opened opposite the brothel, and the business is very good. Just this year, that shop was taken by a widow named Lu. "
Li Yuhan didn't know what he was going to say, so he put down the glass and listened carefully, "Is there no one to care?"
"I reported it to the government, and the government said that the widow was from Jianghu, and that I couldn't control it, so I had to find the Lushan faction for mediation. After spending money to ask the Lushan faction, I found out that the widow was the widow of a disciple of Lushan, and that disciple was in Lushan last year. The sect died in a fight. The Lushan faction only paid him 22 taels of silver, saying that the widow was not easy, and told him not to worry about it." Luo Yunsheng spoke with the poet's unique cadence, which made people unconsciously want to Listen.
Li Yuhan frowned slightly, because he focused on practicing martial arts and was less concerned with household affairs, and the Lushan School's industries were all left to the senior brothers to take care of, so he didn't know that Xunyang City actually looked like this.
"Famous and decent, hoe the strong and help the weak, hoe the strength of others, and help the weakness of oneself," Luo Yunsheng chuckled, stood up, leaned against the window, and let the cold wind with snowflakes blow on his face "The sects of today are no different from those of the imperial clan in the past."
"You can't say that!" The seat on the second floor was not a separate private room, but a lobby slightly smaller than the first floor, with several other tables of guests sitting nearby.
The people at the table next to them held long knives wrapped in golden scabbards in their hands, each with their backs and waists, very powerful, but the leader was a young boy with a young face.
"Famous and decent people are not the same as those rich and powerful people." The young man raised his chin slightly, and there was an undisguised arrogance in his expression.
"What's the difference? All the places under the sect's jurisdiction are taxed; if the sect wants to build a house, they are all levied corvée; whichever girl the sect sees, they will snatch it directly, and they are not allowed to say a word." A slightly hoarse voice The voice came from the stairs, and everyone looked over, and saw a young man dressed in a white fox fur piping and a big cloak, walking slowly, it was Chen Ziqi who had not seen him for a long time.
"You are talking nonsense!" The boy was a little annoyed, raised his hand and held the long knife on the table.
"Where is the nonsense, your mother was snatched by your father, if you don't believe me, go back and ask your uncle," Chen Ziqi raised a pair of peach blossom eyes and smiled kindly, "Young master of the Golden Sword Sect, eh?"
That's right, the boy with the knife is the young master of the Golden Sword Sect - Qi Zhao. Originally, the head of Jindaomen was going to visit Chen Ziqi in person, but as the New Year was approaching, he couldn't get away, so he sent his son to give Chen Ziqi some New Year's gifts, and discussed the chicken farm by the way. .
When the young man heard Chen Ziqi's identity, he couldn't help being taken aback. Looking at Chen Ziqi's face carefully, he immediately guessed a bit of his identity.
"Little Junior Brother, Master said that we should make friends with King Jian." The people around him reminded Qi Zhao in a low voice.
However, even if he guessed Chen Ziqi's identity, Qi Zhao couldn't help but lose his temper. This man actually talked about his mother, which is really deceiving!
"Oh, why are you angry?" Chen Ziqi took off his cloak and handed it to Wu Gui who was following behind him. "This king heard that Young Master Qi was coming, but he didn't dare to enter the gate of the palace, so he came to meet him in person."
The young master of Jindaomen blushed. He wanted to take advantage of this person's lack of identity to scold him, but if Chen Ziqi said it directly, it would be difficult to continue making trouble. gas to go.
Chen Ziqi smiled lightly, walked over to say hello to Mr. Luo and his uncle, and took the Golden Sword Gate and his party to the palace.
In fact, he came back from Guiyun Palace, not for the people like Jindaomen, but because an imperial decree of Emperor Tiande was about to reach Jianyang. Guiyun Palace got the news in advance, so he came back early, lest the imperial envoy realize that he was not in the fief and be caught by Emperor Tiande.
Accepting the gift from Jindaomen, Chen Ziqi smiled kindly, "Headmaster Qi is too polite. Jindaomen is a subordinate of the Huangshan faction. My second brother and I have always been on good terms, and everyone is our own."
Qi Zhao looked at Chen Ziqi's equally immature face, they were about the same age, and listening to him say these words, he always felt that he didn't look like someone who could slaughter thousands of chickens in the Golden Sword Sect.
"The chickens in the Golden Knife Gate were slaughtered overnight. I heard that this happened to the lord's chicken farm. My father asked me to come and ask..." Qi Zhao said tentatively.
"Ah, is that so!" Chen Ziqi was shocked, "Jindaomen also encountered this! Hey, I don't know who killed Qiandao and hired Xueren Pavilion to chop my chickens. You should cut off your descendants!"
Qi Zhao was stunned for a moment. Hearing Chen Ziqi's scolding so bluntly, he felt more and more that he was not the killer he hired. "So it seems that these two things may have been done by one person?"
Dan Yi nestled in Chen Ziqi's arms and couldn't help rolling her eyes. Qi Qi scolded the person who killed his chicken, not the person who killed the golden sword, of course he scolded mercilessly.
The two young men of the same age chatted quite a bit, and Qi Zhao quickly forgot the unhappiness in the restaurant and chatted with Chen Ziqi.
Chen Ziqi smiled and talked nonsense with him, and after a while, he made a lot of words. Jindaomen came to show kindness at the second child’s instigation; the position of Jindaomen’s door owner was decided by the Huangshan faction; the Jindaomen’s door owner has always been courting the Huangshan faction, just hope that the next door owner can be him The son of Jiang Liangcai; the second child has no news about Jiang Liangcai, and it has been determined that he has encountered an accident...
"Brother Qi and I are like old friends. We don't care about the prince or the young master. We will be friends in the future. I, the vassal king, can't leave the fief without an edict. Brother Qi can come and play with me!" Chen Ziqi pulled Qi Zhao and was very affectionate. .
Qi Zhao was also very happy, he took Chen Ziqi's hand back and called out "Brother Ziqi".
"Jiu!" A small red bird suddenly appeared from Chen Ziqi's shirt, staring at the hands they were shaking and shouting dissatisfiedly.
"The imperial decree is here—" As he was speaking, a loud announcement came from outside the door. Chen Ziqi's brows twitched slightly, and he let go of Qi Zhao with a smile. After saying sorry to him, he hurried to the front hall.
Qi Zhao was very curious, so he followed quietly, wanting to hear the content of the imperial edict.
A group of guards came in the snow, headed by a Jin Wuwei commander, who just dismounted and came in with the imperial edict and read it directly.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Qi Qi: Chickens are always killed. I suggest that we form a chicken breeding alliance. Qi Zhao: Okay, how to fix it
Qi Qi: First of all, you need to pay the franchise fee of 998 taels
Qi Zhao: Oh, for you
Qi Qi: The mountains are high and the road is far away. The joining fee will be sent to you, and the handling fee will cost 30 taels. Qi Zhao: Oh, here it is for you. Qi Qi: Very good. You have officially become a member of the Chicken Raising Alliance. By the end of the year, you can get three times the income. Qi Zhao: Okay!
Sect Master of the Golden Sword: Son, this is a telecommunication fraud, don't believe it! QAQ