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Chapter 539: Female Queen Yu Nianyuan, Xunyang Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum Club (please vote for me!)

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 one's mind 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 their respective auras were 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 Senior Sister turns around and twists your head."

"ridiculous!"

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

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

"Go and help too."

Xunyang Tower is far away in Xingzifang.

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.

"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 this generation's walking under the mountain. The last time you appeared was on the coast of the North Sea. So you are the second female monarch... Yu Nian deep!"

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

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.

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

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

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

The Juhua Poetry Club is being held.

The little transparent Yuan Huaimin who followed saw that Wei Shaoqi and Wang Lengran's faces were not at all flustered. Wei Shaoqi even gave an order with a cold face. 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.

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 and wrote poems with ink.

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

The gentle female voice apologized: "I'm sorry, there are so few little girls out there, and I don't know how to follow them, no matter how close they are. 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."

A gentle female voice laughed and said:

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

However, can you please understand in advance whether this chain is connected to another, is there an end to it? Was he the only one who kept him in the dark the whole time?
Yuan Huaimin, who was huddled in the Buddha-headed motorcade, smiled bitterly.

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

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

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

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 afar:

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

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

Poems about chrysanthemums were born.

"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."

Aunt Song nodded:

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 the hundreds of black-armored guards escorting the Buddha's head all drew out their swords and spoke in unison.

"Oh, looking for death!"

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

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. A good Qi practitioner.

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!

Nanny Song scolded angrily, but in the next moment, her face suddenly changed and her tone was calm:
"Who are you waiting for to waste time? A candle in the snow?"

……

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

At the same time, among the spectators who had been following the convoy, many traffickers and lackeys took out their hidden snow blades one after another. With the same cold expression on their faces as the black-armored soldiers, they 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 roofs, or pulling out armored cavalry and mounting their horses... rushing toward the strange figures showing "Qi".

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

"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 and His Majesty's royal land. Do you Yue girls still want to occupy the mountain and become kings with impunity? "

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

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

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 to look 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. 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. "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, tilting his head to drink while walking towards the crowd of chrysanthemum chanters in front.

……

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 missing.

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

There was already chaos in Zhulou, with several petite figures huddled under the table. They were the playmates and maids of Mr. Zha’s little girl. Just before the second lady Yunmeng retreated, she only took away Mr. Zha. Little girl with horns.

"and many more."

She suddenly reached out and stopped the Xianbei guards who were pulling the hair of several girls under the table.

Rong Zhen squatted down and stretched out his hand to signal to the curled-up figures of these little girls.

But the little girls looked frightened and shrank deeper, moving away from her hand.

Rong Zhen looked down at his slender palms stained with blood.

She was silent for a while.

He stood up and called several female historians who were searching the house.

"This family will be detained first. They are not allowed to be harmed. I will personally interrogate them another day."

After explaining, Rong Zhen turned around, walked out of the house, and came to the street.

Dozens of human or horse corpses were left on the entire street.

When the last figure with "qi" all over his body fell down.

Most of the soldiers were still standing on the street, and they began to clean up the battlefield without saying a word.

Lin Cheng, Wei Shaoqi and others breathed a sigh of relief.

The music continues.

But looking around, no matter whether it is Qingyang Hengjie or the Xingzi Lake construction site, there is no "qi" emerging in the entire Xingzifang.

Shi Qinyanqing, commander of the Chinese Army Battalion, came forward with several serious-looking lieutenants. He said with a cold face:
"It's all solved."

Wang Lengran and Lin Cheng looked at each other and smiled.

Rong Zhen lowered his head and wiped his bloody fingers with a handkerchief.

Lin Cheng's tone was gentle: "Thank you, Chief Qin. You still have experience in dealing with these. Go back and thank Marshal Qin for the teacher and us."

Qin Yanqing nodded calmly and didn't say anything more. He just came as ordered.

Wang Lengran shook off Yuan Huaimin's hand as he shrank back and grabbed his arm. He glanced at the timid Yuan Huaimin with some dissatisfaction. Wang Lengran covered his nose and stepped forward to look at the corpse on the ground, kicking it from time to time.

"Qin Changshi, is the owner of Dielianhua here?"

"The owl leader has many thieves, and I can't tell them apart. Do you know what this person is like?"

Wei Shaoqi shook his head:
"I don't know. Logically speaking, there is a high probability that he will come today, and he should be among the rebels who are trying to stop the Buddha statue. As long as he dares to come and has spiritual skills, he should be exposed in the old gentleman's music."

Wang Lengran looked around: "Is he dead?"

Lin Cheng also nodded, looked around, and frowned slightly:

"But why didn't he use the tripod sword?"

Wang Lengran touched his chin:
"There are so many fire-watching towers. We have been staring at the sky just now. How can he deploy his sword? Maybe he has already been solved by the female historian, Mr. Lin and the soldiers."

Wei Shaoqi covered his eyes and said hotly: "Let's clean up first and look for..."

Qin Yanqing led people to continue cleaning up and looking for clues. Wei Shaoqi ordered the surrounding Xianbei guards to follow him in the search, and he stayed behind in person, with a somewhat excited expression on his face.

"Let's go, let General Qin and the others clean up this place. Let's hurry up and install the Buddha's head. The night will be long and we will have many dreams."

"it is good."

The Buddha's head motorcade continues to move forward.

However, the old musician's piano sound continued, as if it was about to end.

With the sound of the piano, everyone feels safe.

However, just in case, the guards on the fire watch tower are still on guard. If they see any signs of a tripod sword rising into the air, they will report it.

"Let's go, I have to thank Mr. Yu, and ask him by the way."

But before leaving, Lin Cheng turned around and said:
"Ms. Shi, I just thought about it. Some of my words before were indeed inappropriate. In addition, you shouldn't doubt Ouyang Sima. Please don't blame me."

Rong Zhen ignored him and turned to look at the corpses around him. He did not follow the convoy, as if he was looking for the corpse of a certain Dielianhua owner.

Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran and others had no choice but to follow the convoy and continue to the Xingzi Lake construction site.

At this time, a thin drizzle began to fall from the sky, seeming to begin to wash away the dirty blood on the streets.

The blood on Rong Zhen's palms was also washed away.

She was absentmindedly searching the body, stopped, looked up at the gray-blue sky, and the raindrops hit her unblinking eyelids with long eyelashes.

The frightened faces of the little girls under the table flashed before my eyes.

"It's really just one person's selfishness."

Her voice was hidden by the sound of rain, and she didn't know who she was talking about.

After a while, Rong Zhen took the oil-paper umbrella respectfully handed over by the accompanying female officer, turned around with the umbrella, and walked in the opposite direction to the Buddha's head motorcade, away from the Xingzi Lake construction site.

It seemed like I didn't want to stay any longer.

The woman holding the umbrella lowered her head and touched the orange sachet on her waist. The figure of a man who had just said that to her flashed before her eyes.

What is he doing now?

Rong Zhen suddenly wanted to know.

(End of this chapter)