On the afternoon of the eighth day of the September 19th, Jiangning was at the intersection of Wushen.

After the continuous autumn rain stopped, the weather became clearer in the afternoon. In the ancient city, the Qinhuai River water surged and frothed through the city.

Since the war began to appear, the originally prosperous ancient city of Jiangning has gradually faded its colors. The streets and alleys that were once decorated with lights are now mostly gray and black. The destruction brought by the war has not been cleaned up, and the influx of refugees have built huts everywhere, and destroyed them even more thoroughly in the subsequent fire and fighting. Ashes washed away in the rain, becoming the most important dye in this war-torn city.

However, when the rain stopped that afternoon, there were large trucks heading towards important nodes in the ancient city. Basins of golden flowers were picked up from the car - most of them were chrysanthemums, and some of the flowers used to make up the numbers - began to decorate and embellish the city, and even gorgeous lanterns and colorful silks were hung out.

A little north of the city, a beautiful and quaint house called "Yiyuan". With the arrival of He Wen, the decoration of the inside and outside of the house began to begin.

“Tomorrow is Double Ninth Festival…”

The fair King He Wen was wearing a blue shirt on this day and came in with Gao Chang, the "Gao Tianwang" who looked dark and rough. They greeted Xu Zhaonan, Shi Baofeng, and Zhou Shang who arrived in advance. Then the five of them watched the scene of the servants embellishing the courtyard outside for a while.

He Wen smiled and explained: "...Create some atmosphere and celebrate."

"What is atmosphere?" Xu Zhaonandao.

"It means atmosphere..." He Wen looked at the opposite side and turned his head. "When I was in the southwest before, the Black Flag Army actually had a tight life and had little food and consumption. However, every holiday, the one named Ning would make everyone move and celebrate. He had no majesty in front of people, and he ran in front of people to tick the torches. At night, he lit up all over the mountains and fields, and made some singing and dancing. What he often told people at that time, ah, create some atmosphere, create some atmosphere... It's very interesting."

"If torches are everywhere in the mountains and fields, there will be no fire or out of control. It can be considered a kind of training for troops."

"It's such an idea, but what Mr. Ning later said was that the more difficult the situation was, the more we had to move, the more we had to muddle the stagnant water, and live to death."

He Wen said this and passed a moment, with a smile on his face and waved his hand.

"... Jiang Han's autumn shadows are flying for the first time, and the guests carry the green pot on the pot. It is rare to laugh in the world, and the chrysanthemums must be returned home. But you will be drunk and don't have to climb the festival to hate the fallen sunset... No matter what, it's Double Ninth Festival, we have won Jiangning for so long, and it's still quite chaotic outside. Now we are in a competition and a conference, which is very lively. You can't miss such a big festival, so that everyone can have a good time."

"What hatred for the fallen sun? What?" Gao Chang turned his head to Xu Zhaonan, who was beside the eaves, and asked in a low voice.

"Du Mu's poem." Xu Zhaonan replied in a low voice.

There were still some remaining drops of water dripping down the dark blue tiles into the pond. On the other side, the slightly shorter Zhou Shang carried his hands on his back: "Mr. He likes this poem?"

"What does Mr. Zhou think?"

“I like another song.”

"oh?"

"When autumn comes September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after the flowers bloom. The fragrance array soars into Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor." Zhou Shang looked at He Wen, "What do you think Mr. He? Today is September 8th, mine is more suitable."

"...hahahahaha." He Wen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "The song that Mr. Zhou likes is so fierce. Except for the time being September 8, where else can the rest be met? Look at our five brothers, come here for a meeting and have a good meeting. It seems that they can't fight. Master Zhou, you suddenly recite such a poem. Could it be that you want to bloom your flower and kill the four of us suddenly?"

"Ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The rest of them laughed.

"Mr. Zhou is just a sensual and elegant person. What kind of poetry does he know?"

"Have a meeting, have a meeting."

...

After the five kings of the Fair Party gathered in Jiangning, starting from the first day of September, representatives in the city held a meeting on a single day, and on two days, a few people would go to Yiyuan to hold a small meeting. By this day, it was already the fourth one.

The conference outside was large in scale and serious in the scene. The five people's private gatherings were more lively and casual. Several people joked with each other, occasionally told jokes, or cursed each other, but the atmosphere was not too tense in the past few days.

Among the few, He Wen, who was always wearing a long robe and one hand was not convenient, was elegant but steady;

"Gaotianwang" Gao Chang looks rough, but doesn't say much, and his eyes are full of oppression when they squint, but once they open their mouths, they are often very casual;

"Wheel King" Xu Zhaonan is like a tower. As a cult, he is knowledgeable and often mixes with others;

Shi Baofeng loves to laugh, is a little narrow-minded, occasionally having differences when he sees people, but he is still quite sensible when he provokes;

Zhou Shang tasted the stern face, and he was fierce in fighting and killing all day long, and was discussed by everyone on such occasions. He was not angry. Sometimes he would argue with others in a straightforward manner. He often criticized the other four people alone, and then the topic was left behind by the boring four people and stopped talking to him.

Because it was a neutral position, several people came here to take some bodyguards with them. During the negotiations, a large number of bodyguards stayed on the periphery, and some of them were sent by He Wen to arrange flowers, plants and lanterns. The two staff members who entered the periphery were each accompanied.

On this day, as the few people sat down, the hall still looked relatively harmonious. Some of the issues and demands were raised in a laughing atmosphere. Some tried to make a decision after a simple discussion, while others only stood up after arguing or scolding because some of the people's ideas were still different. The five kings, led by He Wen, all seemed to be understatement, followed by the staff responsible for serving, recording, carrying and managing materials, all seemed serious and quiet. Although their expressionless faces were expressionless, they were shaken, because they all knew that this was the most important place to decide the next major events in Jiangnan, and the understatement they saw was the highest level of power competition in the world.

The two aides who followed Shi Baofeng knew that today the boss would stumbling for King Fairfather and dig a big hole.

Of course, this is not a strange thing.

From the first private meeting, all the five sides of the seat were trying to make things difficult for each other. Each household seemed to easily make suggestions that were beneficial to them, and then smiled and opposed other people's ideas. Some words full of language traps, silently provoking and discord, and Hezong Lianheng could appear on the round table in this house anytime and anywhere. But in general, the consensus at this time was that major conflicts would not arise during this period of time.

The ten aides felt all this nervously and quietly, and were ready to hand over some topic credentials that had been prepared long ago.

At the second moment of Shen Shi, after talking about some interesting things about Tie Yan in Lin'an, everyone mentioned Nongxian Zhao Jingci. He Wen praised Zhao Jingci's contributions. Xu Zhaonan said: "I heard that the boss had some conflicts with Nongxian's people yesterday..."

Shi Baofeng waved his hand: "There are some misunderstandings below. How can I say that I had a conflict with Nong Xian... This was done by my incompetent rebellious son, and I was about to report it to Mr. He."

"I heard something happened last night." He Wen thought about it, "But Mr. Shi said it was a misunderstanding. I guess the matter has been found out. I think it will be handed over to Mr. Shi to decide. I guess the misunderstanding is easy to resolve - I believe Mr. Shi."

"Haha, misunderstandings are very simple, just a little bit of clown's behavior." Shi Baofeng smiled, and then looked slightly solemn, "But this matter also concerns Mr. He's reputation..."

"What do you have to do with Mr. He? When you are old, don't smash someone's place, and you're sarcastic." Xu Zhaonan reached out and knocked on the table, "This is not kind."

"Mr. Xu misunderstood me." Shi Baofeng clasped his fists and said, "Xiao Yu, take the things up."

In this way, the design was already done. The staff member, known as Xiao Yu, was a Confucian scholar in his thirties. He handed over the cloth bag that had been prepared, then calmly retreated. Seeing the five people laughing and taking out the things inside, his heart was filled with ups and downs.

The case file presented was naturally the confessions that were arrested from Wuhu Inn and cursed. In addition, there were several blood-deep "Reading Club" pamphlets mixed as evidence. Shi Baofeng roughly introduced the random plot of this "Reading Club". In the confessions in the case file, the evil people called the King of Fairness and King of Fairness and Zhao Jingci the general of the reading club. Of course, the kings did not believe in such matters, but such behavior was extremely vicious.

"For a while, it was said that the 'reading club' was instructed by me, Zhou..." Zhou Shang said this.

Xu Zhaonan laughed and said, "There are also people who say mine..."

"Who is it?"

"Speak up first, it has nothing to do with me."

"These people in the reading club are vicious and want to dig our roots, so they can't tolerate them..."

A few people said something and said something, Shi Baofeng said, "What do you think Mr. He?"

On the other side of the round table, He Wen simply finished reading the confession, then took a booklet in his hand, and was still slowly reading it.

"...Mr. He was naturally framed." The room was only slightly quiet for a moment, and Xu Zhaonan smiled, "The purpose of the bad guy doing this is also very obvious."

"In the past two years, our Fair Party has produced many heroes and is mixed with dragons and snakes. There are always people who can't stand loneliness. They want to use the name of the Southwest to achieve something big. Just my family has done this kind of thing."

"There are other people? Lao Zhou said."

"There is nothing to say about what has been eaten into your stomach."

"Today, our five parties in the Fair Party have a lineage and a combination of spirits. They are all brothers who gathered in the "Fair Code". According to Mr. He, in fact, it is true that the sixth party and the seventh party, as long as they have strength, can gather together. For example, on the side of the 'big dragon head', they are brothers who can have dinner together... But this reading club is different from other families..."

"The reading club is ambition, but they actually do not recognize the "Fairy Book". They are people with dissatisfaction. If this matter cannot be resolved, there will be endless troubles..."

"Mr. He, what do you think?"

...

“…Mr. He?”

...

Shi Baofeng stretched out his hand. Just before he was about to touch the book in He Wen's hand, he saw the eyes lifting up, looked at him, and his hand stopped in the air.

...

"Mr. He, what do you think...?"

...

"Do you think...the thing in this little notebook makes sense?"

In the hall, He Wen's voice came out.

The second moment of Shen Shi was already a little past. The late autumn sky outside the hall was coming to dusk, and everyone outside was still decorating the chrysanthemums and colorful lanterns for the Double Ninth Festival. The hall was quiet for a while, and the five people's eyes were intertwined. Shi Baofeng's hands were stretched in the air. Not far behind him, two aides were still standing expressionless. The aide named Xiaoyu heard his heartbeat. He naturally knew how these confessions and small books came from. Wuhu Inn may not have people from the reading club. Everything was arranged by the second son Shi Weiyang. Shi Baofeng wanted to unify the consensus of the "reading club" within the fair party, so that some cards pressed in the secret became clearer. "reading club" is a secret card that must be seen clearly.

Originally this shouldn't be a complicated matter.

But He Wen seemed to want to make this matter complicated.

Several people looked at He Wen, and He Wen's eyes also looked at everyone indifferently and calmly. After a while, Gao Chang, holding a teacup, put down the cup in his hand, and Xu Zhaonan raised his right hand to He Wen.

"Old He, this is not what we are talking about today."

"Yes, Mr. He." A smile appeared on Shi Baofeng's face, "Don't keep this kind of silence."

"Then what are we talking about today?"

"Let's talk about who is behind this reading club."

"I'll express my opinion first, it has nothing to do with me when I was old."

"It doesn't have much to do with me."

"Mr. He, the reading club is very harmful to the Fair Party and cannot be vague. If you express your opinion, we have a clear idea."

"Then what do I express?"

"This 'reading club' says that they are backstage, do you think so?"

The conversation was carried out in one word. Xu Zhaonan and Shi Baofeng expressed the most quickly and their attitude was the most positive. Gao Chang only occasionally interjected a word, while Zhou Shang frowned and looked at He Wen, and He Wen smiled.

"It seems that Lao Shi, Lao Xu, you insisted on me opening this mouth, but how do I open it?"

"As long as you open your words, it has nothing to do with the reading club."
To be continued...