The sound of the piano seems to come from the Xingzi Lake construction site, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes slow and sometimes sudden.

When it is slow, it is like the sound of calming sleep when new rain falls on an empty mountain; when it is sudden, it is like the sound of raindrops falling on a jade plate as it hits banana trees.

The sound of the piano is like a heavy rain, falling in every corner of Xingzifang

Most people were "drenched" by the rain, but those with "qi" on their bodies, such as Rong Zhen, Lin Cheng, the female gentleman in white, the scholar carrying a suitcase, the thin monk, etc., seemed to have held an umbrella and were safe.

, but the "shape and color" of each person's spiritual energy cultivation was described by the rain-like sound of the piano.

Mysterious and mysterious.

The gentle female gentleman stood up, dressed in white, and walked out of the boudoir barefoot. There was a crisp tinkling sound along the way.

The gentle female voice that Ouyang Rong heard from the wall outside Dagushan Sanhui Courtyard reached the street where the Buddha's head convoy was located.

"Whose piano sound is it? It's better not to play. If you play again, your position will be exposed. Be careful that the senior sister turns around and twists your head."

"ridiculous!"

On the second floor of the tavern, Nanny Song left the assassin's corpse beside the tea table, walked to the window, sneered, and spoke from a distance:

"This wave of Taiyin Sword Qi, Yue Nu Dao Meridian? Are you, Yunmeng Jianze, looking for death? You dare to make trouble, and you still don't change it many times. This time the evidence is conclusive. Sure enough, you have colluded with the rebel Li Zhengyan and his gang. Why?

A thief sells his life."

The gentle female voice did not answer, but talked to herself, a warm reminder:

"The Donglin Buddha is not allowed to be erected. Anyone who helps this matter will be punished by everyone in the Tiannan Jianghu."

"How presumptuous, you Yunmeng female cultivators consider yourselves to be the talkers of Tiannan Jianghu. Jiangnan Road and Lingnan Road are the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, His Majesty's royal land. You Yue girls still want to occupy the mountain and become the king, with impunity?

"

The gentle female voice apologized: "I'm sorry, there are so few little girls out there. I don't know how to follow them, no matter how they work. I only know that now, there are several rivers and lakes with low eyebrows, and there is not a single man in the Central Plains."

Aunt Song nodded:

"That's quite loud. What's your name? Where do you rank in the Queen's Palace? You are definitely not a candle in the snow, so are you a second lady or a fourth lady? Or are you the virgin of this generation?

"Wait a minute, Zi Qi cultivation. It is impossible for the newly promoted Yue Chuzi to be so fast in Zi Qi. I heard that the fourth female monarch is a mountain walker of this generation. The last time you appeared was on the coast of the North Sea. So you are the second female monarch... Yu Nian

deep!"

A gentle female voice laughed and said:

"It doesn't matter who he is. He has a higher position than you. The old dog is much older, but he still lets it out to bite people, use the remaining heat, and use waste. That pseudo-emperor named Wei is really stingy."

"Oh, looking for death!"

Nanny Song scolded angrily, but in the next moment, her face suddenly changed and her tone was calm:

"Who are you waiting for while you are wasting time? A candle in the snow?"

Before the female gentleman in white in the boudoir could reply, the figure of the white-eyed old woman had disappeared from the window.

The next moment, two masses of purple energy collided in the sky above Qingyang Street.

The sharp voice of the white-eyed old woman came from mid-air, even covering the soft sound of the piano:

"The Buddha's head arrived suddenly. They were not fully prepared. There are few people today. I will leave this girl and the subsequent reinforcements to me. You guys, hurry up and clean up."

On Qingyang Heng Street, Rong Zhen and Lin Cheng had already stopped quarreling and cooperated for the time being. Their bodies started to move. A group of female officials followed them and rushed towards the scholar, the old man and the thin monk who showed their vermilion aura in the crowd. Taste Lianqi Shi.

A group of Xianbei guards guarded Wei Shaoqi, Wang Lengran and others.

"Go, you can help too."

The little transparent Yuan Huaimin who followed saw Wei Shaoqi. Wang Lengran's expression was not panic at all. Wei Shaoqi even gave a cold command. Immediately, one of the Xianbei guards also blushed at the sound of the piano. The burly figure of Qi Zhu rushed out to assist Rong Zhen, Lin Cheng and other Si Tianjian in training Qi warriors, and besieged the rebels who wanted to destroy the Buddha's head.

Has the cleaning been completed? There seems to be not much difference in the number of people on both sides... Just when Yuan Huaimin was confused, he found that hundreds of black-armored guards escorting the Buddha's head all drew out their swords and spoke in unison.

At the same time, among the spectators who had been following the convoy, many traffickers and lackeys drew out their hidden snow blades, with the same cold expressions on their faces as those black-armored soldiers, and rushed forward to help kill them. enemy.

Moreover, a large number of lurking black-armored soldiers emerged from various streets in Xingzifang, either placing crossbows on the rooftops, or pulling out armored cavalry and mounting their horses... rushing towards the strange figures showing their "Qi".

Looking at their uniform and murderous movements, Yuan Huaimin estimated that they were probably elites dispatched from the southwest front.

The old woman's words of "clean it up" were not lies!

Yuan Huaimin took a breath of cold air. No wonder Wei Shaoqi, Wang Lengran and others did not panic. Today was a game. With the help of the Buddha's head, they would lure out the thieves.

With the sound of the piano and the large number of people, all the outsiders with spiritual energy cultivation in Xingzifang today appeared under the sound of the piano, were besieged, punished, and cleaned up!

However, could you please tell me in advance whether this chain of events is complete or not? Is he the only one who was kept in the dark the whole time?

Yuan Huaimin, who was huddled in the Buddha-headed motorcade, smiled bitterly.

I just feel that it is too difficult to be the governor of Jiang. Instead of being promoted, I am simply going to jail.

…

Xunyang Tower far away in Xingzifang.

The Juhua Poetry Contest is being held.

Li Guoer's reputation is still very high, many celebrities from Xunyang came here, and many scholars from Jiangzhou. Now the literati in Xunyang City are proud to receive invitations from the Little Princess Juhua Poetry Society.

The poetry gathering in Xunyang Tower was as lively as the crowd at Xingzifang to welcome the Buddha's head.

After Li Xian, Li Dalang, Xie Lingjiang and others returned, they told Ouyang Rong what had just happened at the west city gate.

However, the latter didn't listen much, as if he wasn't interested. When Li Xian and others saw this, they couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Not long after, the poetry meeting came to the poetry section, and a pot of chrysanthemums that had not withered was placed in the center of the building.

In addition to the literati who like to drink and chat alone, talented scribes gathered under the stand in the center of the first floor to compose poems.

Today, King Xunyang is here, and the atmosphere is even more lively. Many scribes want to express themselves in front of this prince.

Poems about chrysanthemums were born.

It was delivered to Li Guoer and Li Xian for evaluation, and several celebrities gathered to watch and appreciate it.

Not long after, Yan Liulang's figure appeared in Xunyang Tower, but except for Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang, not many people noticed it.

Yan Liulang walked to Ouyang Rong, sat down, and dusted himself off.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Ouyang Rong poured a glass of wine for his friend and subordinate.

Yan Liulang raised his head and finished it off in one breath.

He stared at Mingfu's pale, bloodied, bandaged palm and remained silent.

The two sat alone and drank for a while. Ouyang Rong seemed to be drunk. He opened the window next to him and let the river breeze flow in. He squinted and looked at the scenery outside.

At this time, Xie Lingjiang came over and sat down to accompany him.

Li Guo'er, who was enthusiastically surrounded by the crowd in the distance, also glanced at it.

"Elder brother, what's wrong?" Xie Lingjiang asked with concern.

"It is going to rain."

"Well, it's really going to rain today."

Ouyang Rong, who had been looking at the sky outside the window for a long time, suddenly said:

"It's so noisy over there."

"Where's the noise?"

Ouyang Rong pointed in the direction of Xingzifang.

"What did Senior Brother hear again?"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but hold the back of his injured right palm.

"I heard...many people were fighting to the death over that big Buddha."

"What do you mean?" Xie Lingjiang was curious.

"Little Junior Sister, I told you before that in the old days Wang Xietang Qianyan said that we all have to follow the laws of the general trend. Logically speaking, I should not die for not obeying the imperial edict. I should endure it and act within the rules, just like assisting the Xunyang Palace.

Same."

He turned around and said calmly: "But at that time, I had a breath stuck in my chest. I couldn't sleep all night, and I couldn't spit it out quickly. Even after I refused to obey the order, it still accumulated in my chest and could not be released. It was more tormenting than auditory hallucinations.

My dear, junior sister, what do you think I should do?"

Xie Lingjiang was speechless.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment, then suddenly picked up the wine glass and stood up.

He walked slightly swaying, and while drinking, he walked towards the chrysanthemum chanting crowd in front of him.

…

In Xingzifang, a murderous purge is coming to an end.

The two figures in mid-air have disappeared, and the white-eyed old woman and the female gentleman in white are nowhere to be found.

Rong Zhen stood in a red boudoir building, where the second female queen of Yunmeng once stood. She looked around.
To be continued...