Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 313 In Your Name (Additional Update for JJM Leader)

"I, Shen Xi, have never been rejected or humiliated since I was a child. But after today, my reputation will be ruined, and I may even... be infamous forever..."

Shen Xi stared at the man in front of him with red eyes: "I just wanted to teach him a lesson and kick him out of Shanyin.

It’s no use now, he must die! I’m a local tyrant, and I’m being bullied by a stranger! Of course, brother, you have to help me no matter what! "

The middle-aged man with a loyal face and a sturdy figure sitting next to him was Shen Ziran, the commander of Shanyin Duzuoyuan and the judicial officer of Liangzhe.

Shen frowned and said, "Brother Xi, be careful with your words. You are drunk..."

"I don't!"

Shen Xi said angrily, "Of course, brother. You are in charge of the prison. Don't think I don't know that you have killed people, and not just one. I just want to ask you, will you help me with this favor?"

Shen was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked, "Today, Qiao Caosi came to me and took away a group of craftsmen. He was holding a handwritten order from Prince Yongjia.

I originally thought that the Prince of Yongjia was going to build something, but now it seems that Wang Er got in touch with the Prince of Yongjia?"

Shen Xi sneered, "Why? Are you scared? Qiao Zhen just told me that he is indeed following the path of the Prince of Yongjia.

However, that was only because when Prince Yongjia went to Lin'an, he had been treated with hospitality by the Wang family, so he just casually returned the favor. It was a favor, not a friendship."

Shen's eyes flickered and he laughed: "Brother Xi, what are you talking about? Even if Wang Er and the Prince of Yongjia's Mansion really have a good relationship, how can I not help you with your problem?
It’s just that if they have a relationship with us, we have a strategy for dealing with the relationship, and if they don’t have a relationship with us, we have a strategy for dealing with the non-friendship.”

Shen stroked his beard, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay, I know what's going on with this matter, and I will definitely help you get rid of this anger."

Shen Xixi said happily: "Of course, brother, what are you going to do?"

Shen of course smiled sinisterly and said, "Didn't he transfer many craftsmen from me to serve him? Those craftsmen are under my jurisdiction. I only need to..."

At this point, Shen suddenly became alert and a little annoyed.

But Shen Xi was the direct descendant of the first branch of the Shen family, and he was a distant relative of the concubine family. He relied a lot on others, so he did not dare to get angry.

He just smiled and said, "Brother Xi is a famous gentleman, and I won't pollute your ears if I tell you about this.

Just wait for my news. In a few days, I will call Wang Er... Hehe, I will naturally help you get rid of the anger in your heart."

Shen Xixi said happily: "Of course brother, I want him to die!"

"Of course, come on, let's drink!"

Of course Shen didn't want to elaborate further, so he raised his glass. Shen Xi also excitedly raised his glass and clinked it with his.

Xiang Xuan was horrified in her heart but dared not show it on her face. She and Shen Ziran's concubine raised their glasses and drank sparsely together.

……

On the way back, there was the rumbling of the car and the sound of people rising and falling.

Yang Yuan was thinking whether dealing with a local tyrant like Shen Xi would cause trouble for his actions.

The power of local tyrants is actually quite great.

The most important thing is that his connections are pervasive, so he can find opportunities to attack you from all sides.

This is why a strong dragon doesn't fight a local snake. If it were a head-on confrontation, the strong dragon would only need to extend its claws...

The trouble is that once you offend the local boss, you have to keep one eye open even when you sleep.

Emmanuelle Belle didn't know what she was thinking. Her eyes swept across the pedestrians, shops, flags and lanterns on the roadside, and her eyes were a little vague.

Yang Yuan came back to his senses, and seeing that she had been silent for a long time, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "You have been displaced from the distant Frankish country to this East, and you must have met many people.

This man, the most noble, purest, and most amazing person in the world, is him. The filthiest, most despicable, and most despicable person is also him.

They are the most intelligent creatures in the world, so jackals, tigers, leopards, cats and dogs are not as complex as humans.

You don't have to let such a scoundrel and a beast in human clothing upset your mood."

Belle smiled and asked gently, "Then... what kind of spirit of all things is Mr. Yang?"

"me?"

Yang Yuan rested his hand on the shaft of the cart, holding his chin, thinking for a moment, and said leisurely: "I have a sense of justice, but not much. I have a conscience, but not much. I am a little sentimental, but not loyal. I am just an ordinary mortal."

Belle stared at Yang Yuan. The sound of cars passed by and the lights from the roadside shops occasionally passed over his face.

In the flickering light and darkness, the handsome face has clear lines that make people fascinated.

Yang Yuan said: "So, I admire those who are loyal to their country, respect those who sacrifice themselves for the public, and respect those who are loyal to their love, and then... I will be an honest mortal."

Belle's eyes flickered as she asked softly, "How can we behave ourselves?"

Yang Yuan said: "It is our duty to not cross the bottom line and to make people feel at ease."

"Then... what is Mr. Yang's bottom line in life?"

Yang Yuan turned his head and looked at Bei'er, chuckling, "I can't say for sure, because my bottom line in life is sometimes high, sometimes low, and it may be higher or lower in the future. It...will change."

Belle withdrew her gaze. Isn’t the bottom line unchanging?
If I think about it carefully, it seems to be true. So... where is my bottom line? Will it change?

Yang Yuan asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Bei Er's eyes flickered, she smiled and shook her head, then whispered, "Because of Bei Er's status as a foreigner, you have been humiliated today, sir."

"Humiliation? He doesn't deserve it."

Bei Er bit her lip and whispered, "Bei Er's public identity is the master's concubine. Outside, the master does not need to be too respectful to me.

I know...in your country, the status of concubines is...very lowly. It's okay to pamper a concubine, but respecting a concubine will make people laugh at you."

Yang Yuan laughed out loud, glanced at Bei'er, and said with a half-smile: "Why, Shen Xi is eating from a leather cup, so to piss him off, I'm going to eat from a leather cup with you too?" Bei'er opened her eyes wide in surprise: "What... is a leather cup?"

Yang Yuan smiled but said nothing.

We have arrived at Qijiantang.

As usual, she was instructing on the exercises, and as usual, Belle was praying silently while resisting the invasion of vague emotions. She admired but also felt dissatisfied with Yang Yuan's indifference.

Then, Yang Yuan avoided the situation like a gentleman.

During today's practice, Belle's fantasies were particularly strong, and she even felt as if they were real.

Fortunately, she was practicing a dual cultivation technique, so these random thoughts and body reactions would not cause her to go astray, but would instead enhance the effectiveness of her practice.

After completing three cycles of exercises, Belle put on her outer robe and went out to ask the waiter to prepare hot water.

Then, she saw the donkey returning home exhausted from the Jinghu construction site at night... Wentian.

Wen Tian was just about to go to the "mixed hall" at the back to take a bath.

Although he didn't have to do the work himself, he had to run around and make various arrangements, and at the end of the day, he was covered in dust and dirt.

He had already arranged the eight craftsmen.

To be on the safe side, he shuffled the eight craftsmen, mixed them with several other craftsmen, and divided them into two groups.

To build a large house, the main types of work used are earthwork, stonework, woodwork, carving, turning, sawing, bamboo work, tile work, mud work, and painting.

These require daily appearances and various coordination and communication with other types of work.

However, there are some small jobs that can be done by oneself behind closed doors, and they require fewer small workers.

For example, in the fields of carving, bronze and iron work, etc., the things they are responsible for making hardly require coordination with craftsmen of other trades, but the skills required are still high.

And those eight people were precisely the most skilled craftsmen in the Duzuoyuan, and it was natural for them to be transferred to the carving and appraisal workshop and the bronze and iron workshop respectively.

The carving and appraisal work is responsible for various stone carvings needed for screen walls, courtyards, house floors, etc. The copper and iron work is responsible for making some accessories, ornaments and pendants needed in various places after the building is completed, such as animal rings on the door, wind chimes under the eaves, etc.

After all these things were arranged, he returned to the inn, ate something, threw a towel over his shoulders, and went to the mixing room at the back of the inn.

He lived in a lower room, and there was no service to deliver hot water for a bathtub to the room.

"Ah, Mr. Wentian, you're back."

When Belle saw Wentian, she greeted him with a beautiful smile.

"Mrs. Bei."

Wen Tian bowed respectfully. Yang Chengzhi had already taken the woman into his room. She was Yang Chengzhi's wife, so he had to curry favor with her.

Bei Er greeted him politely and was about to turn around and go back to her room, but suddenly she remembered something and stopped herself: "Mr. Wen Tian."

Wen Tian was about to walk to the back, but he stopped again and asked, "What do you want, Madam Bei?"

Emmanuelle Belle said: "Mr. Wentian, I would like to... ask you a question."

"Oh, Miss Bei, you are too kind. Please continue."

Emmanuelle Belle asked curiously, "Mr. Wentian, today Mr. Yang told me... a leather cup, what is a leather cup?"

"Ah, a leather cup is..."

Wen Tian was stunned. Is this something I can explain to you?

Just ask your man directly. You've already had sex, so what's wrong with saying it with a leather cup?

Wentian scratched his head. Seeing that Belle was very curious about knowledge, he had to explain to her hesitantly.

"Ah, Belle understands. Thank you...thank you Mr. Wentian."

Belle ran back to her room blushing.

Wen Tian also felt as if he had been pardoned, and quickly fled to the back hall.

He often makes dirty talk with his colleagues on a daily basis, so what's so great about a leather cup?

But today, explaining to a blonde beauty, he actually felt quite shy.

He originally planned to take a good bath and then go back to his room to rest, but now he changed his mind.

After taking a bath and relaxing, why not go to the red-light district to unwind?

Tonight, let's try a leather cup.

Belle held the door with her back, and her legs felt a little weak for a moment.

She knew that Mr. Yang Yuan could not be indifferent to her, but Mr. Yang was a respectable gentleman who would not do anything inappropriate, so she kept her original intention firmly.

And...Mr. Yang Yuan, are you eating from a leather cup?

When Belle thought of that scene, her eyes became hot and her gaze became blurred.

Suddenly she thought of the particularly strong fantasies she had today when she was practicing qigong, and she suddenly felt panic in her heart.

Belle couldn't help but put her hands together and prayed silently: "The evil spirits always disturb my heart and make me restless. I pray to the Lord to give me strength, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, to practice the profound Prajna Paramita..."

? !
Ah! My heart has indeed been corrupted by evil spirits!
Two waiters came to the door of "Ting Tao" carrying a bathtub and hot water, and heard a new style of music that they had never heard before coming from the room.

Belle was singing hymns devoutly in the room: "Saint Michael, the Archangel, with the power of the Lord, drives out all demons..."

(End of this chapter)