Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 442
She got it!
I really understand!
but……

"Can it be done?"

The teacup in Lin Su's hand twirled gently: "The organization of Anxiang is really interesting. The single-line connection has achieved the ultimate level of rigor, but the loopholes left are also huge. The upper level does not know the lower level, and the lower level does not know the upper level. Once a certain link in the middle is broken, Anxiang collectively changes course..."

Bi Xuanji's heart was beating wildly...

It's an incredible transformation...

All the hall masters were replaced at this level, including her brother's suspended animation, Xiangfei's chain of controlling Anxiang was completely broken, and she didn't even know who was Anxiang in the capital.

As for the dark fragrance at the lower level, who knew nothing about the changes at the upper level, the new hall masters picked up the chain again, and completed the overall transformation without anyone noticing it, wonderful, wonderful!

From last night to now, all her entanglements disappeared in an instant, and a new grand plan was clearly and completely presented in front of her...

At the far end of the corridor, Xie Xiaoyan kept looking at this side, and finally couldn't help it: "Sister Princess, this scoundrel really seems to be planning to bring down all the four talented women. You see, even a person as ordinary as Xuanji has been beaten He broke..."

Princess Yufeng gave her a white look: "Don't talk about her, what about yourself?"

"I won't talk about it, I fell into trouble very early." Xie Xiaoyan replied carelessly.

Princess Yufeng was speechless, speechless...

A heavy rain washed the streets of the capital.

But it couldn't wash away the haze in His Highness the Prince's heart. The haze in his heart was one-third thicker than the thick clouds in this rainy season.

His concubine promised to give him an answer last night, and she did go out, but she didn't come back, and she didn't come back. In the early morning, his guard captain finally brought the concubine back, but it was already a body. Corpse!
The dignified princess died in someone else's manor in the middle of the night.

He's really fucked up.

Not only could he not report to the authorities for investigation, he even had to absolutely block the news.

Otherwise, the third prince will immediately create a hot spot: How does the princess go out of the palace late at night, meet with wild men in private, and be beaten to death, look, how eye-catching it is?

How much damage will it do to the prince's image?
How can a person who can't even stabilize his own princess be able to stabilize the world?
Therefore, the princess can only die of illness!

As a heir with a heart for the whole world, there is no shortage of women. When the crown princess dies, a new crown princess will naturally take office. He lost control of Dim Fragrance—no matter what the real situation was, he always thought he was in control of Dim Fragrance.

The third prince has Wujianmen, and he has a dark fragrance.

The third prince often played with his wrists, and so did his crown prince. The two played evenly, but from now on, he had nothing to play with. Without the crown princess, he didn't even know who Anxiang's partner was.

He can only count on the person from Anxiang to contact him.

However, he himself knew that this possibility was extremely slim.

Sitting in the hall, facing the torrential rain outside the window, the prince frowned, wondering about one thing—what happened recently?Based on the protection of Zhao Xun, a loyal lackey, he sent Anxiang out of the rivers and lakes to hunt down Lin Su. Isn't this a basic operation?But why did the chase fail?Even the people who chased him didn't come back, but Zhao Xun was killed, and now, Anxiang is also lost.

He sat in the East Palace without lifting his buttocks, and he came here again and again with the loss of soldiers.

What he didn't know was that his father, the supreme Ninety-Five Supreme, also made an unknown fuss in the study today, even smashing his father's favorite jade cup.

"check!"

A one-word command was issued, and a mysterious figure from the deep palace left the palace.

During the torrential rain, the mysterious figure wandered around nine places in the capital. Every time she went, her face became gloomy. After walking through all nine places, she stood in the torrential rain, her whole body was icy cold...

Dim Fragrance Nine Hall Masters, all disappeared within a day.

She couldn't find any dark fragrance!
The behemoth she personally created: the Anxiang Organization, is completely out of touch with her!

She, the magical "Fragrant Concubine", has become a polished commander.

In the sick garden, white palaces fluttered, and the sick son of the capital, Mei Wudong, died of illness. The mourning palace fluttering in the rain seemed to confirm her mood at the moment.

Back in the deep palace, His Majesty was furious again: "All the nine hall masters are dead?"

"Four of them have been confirmed dead, and the remaining five... whereabouts are unknown." Concubine Xiang knelt down and reported.

"The remaining five people, step up the investigation, if there is a traitor, it must be among these five people!"

"Yes!"

His Majesty would not have thought that it was precisely his instruction that led him astray.

Mei Wudong and Bi Xuanji once again hit the opponent's blind spot, calmly deploying...

Bailu Academy, the top of the back mountain.

A gazebo exudes a blurred holy light. On the gazebo, two words are written: To Zhizhi.

Zhizhi Pavilion, the name of the pavilion written by Qu Feiyan himself.

A generation of literary experts wrote their own autographs, and this unremarkable pavilion has become a holy place for literature and Taoism.

20 days ago, Qu Feiyan entered the pavilion and never came out again.

Today, it was raining heavily, and there was a lot of smoke outside the Zhizhi Pavilion, but inside the Zhizhi Pavilion, there was a strange hole in the sky.

Qu Feiyan sat in the pavilion, in front of him was an ancient manuscript, rolling up and down in the air like a living thing...

"A gentleman knows the etiquette, he is kind and smooth, four-dimensional and three-dimensional, and nineteen-way..."

This is "Chang Xin Lun", from the powerful hand of the temple, it is a treasure of quasi-sages, if the general literary mind is polluted, once this manuscript is published, it will be clear in a moment.

However, Qufeiyan can only purify a corner of Wenxin for 20 days.

Because he was originally in the literary world, the higher the literary status, the harder it is to stain the literary heart. Correspondingly, once it is stained, it is extremely difficult to remove it.

According to preliminary estimates, it may take three months to completely remove the taint of Wenxin!

At this moment, a voice came from outside the pavilion: "Principal Qu, disciple Wu Xinyue, the holy son of the Huasheng family, is asking to see you!"

Qu Feiyan frowned slightly, her literary heart was polluted at this moment, how could she meet guests?Make it a joke?When she was about to refuse, Wu Xinyue said the next sentence: "One of the dean's books is earth-shattering. In the literature, calligraphy and painting are not separated from each other. This disciple brought a family heirloom "Snow Mountain Night Moon Picture" for the dean to read." refer to."

Qu Feiyan's heart beat wildly.

"Snow Mountain Night Moon Picture"?
This is the holy treasure of painting the Holy Family!
The biggest effect of this holy treasure is to cleanse the literary heart!

It is a hundred times stronger than "Theory of Freedom of Heart"!
Because "Chang Xin Lun" is a quasi-sage script after all, while "Snow Mountain Night and Moon Picture" is an out-and-out holy treasure.

With this treasure in his hand, his literary heart will be pure and defiled in an instant!

"Wu Shengzi came from afar, and you are a distinguished guest! Please come in!"

The pavilion was parted like a curtain, and Wu Xinyue walked in gracefully. At this moment, he was somewhat different from Wu Xinyue who participated in Qinglian's seminar that day. He lost a little arrogance and became more calm.

"Wu Shengzi, please!" Qu Feiyan lightly raised his hand, and a coffee table and two chairs appeared in the pavilion out of thin air, all of which were composed of words. This is the powerful means of the literary world.

Although Wen Xin was polluted, outsiders couldn't see it at all.

Wu Xinyue didn't mention the matter of Wenxin's being polluted, and didn't mention any conditions. After a few words of pleasantries, she directly took out "Snow Mountain Night and Moon Picture". prestige.

There was a sudden change in the pavilion.

A gazebo becomes the peak of the snowy night, and a round of bright moon writes the holiness of the world.

The holy light filled the sky and the earth, and the stains on Qu Feiyan's heart disappeared in an instant, and it was as clean as ever.

Wu Xinyue smiled slightly, took the holy treasure, and stood up: "Principal Qu, the students came to the door rashly today, just admiring the dean's literary skills, forming a good relationship, and having no other intentions, so I will leave!"

Qu Feiyan thanked him and sent him away.

Wu Xinyue went away through the clouds and rain, Qu Feiyan narrowed his eyes and stared at the sky for a long time...

The two never mentioned the word Lin Su, but they understood each other's intentions...

Wu Xinyue wanted to use Qu Feiyan's hand to kill Lin Su.

Qu Feiyan knew that Wu Xinyue was borrowing his knife, but he was willing, why?He wanted to kill Lin Su even more!
Wenxin was polluted, he figured it out during this time, this is Lin Su's plan to slow down the army - Lin Su was worried that he would kill him with his literary power, so he insulted him on the forum and forcibly defiled him. His literary heart buys time for himself.

After he figured this out, he was eager to restore his literary mind as soon as possible.

Because he was really worried. He was worried that Lin Su would use the time he bought to do something wrong. If he was talking about other literary scholars, he wanted to spend a few months in the hands of him, a literary expert. He wouldn't believe that he was cold, but Lin Su was an exception. His past history told him that anyone who was against him had better not despise him.

Today, the situation has completely changed.

No matter what Lin Su's idea was, he, Qu Feiyan, would smash it to pieces.

Because Lin Su tried his best to set a trap for Qu Feiyan, but failed to trap him for half a year, and only trapped him for a mere 20 days!

This is a variable that no one expected.

With this variable, Lin Su is sure to die!
Now, he only needs to wait for one thing, that is, Lin Su is three hundred miles away from Beijing!

Why are you three hundred miles away from Beijing?

Because there is a person in the Confucian Temple in the capital, this person is the only person Qu Feiyan fears, with him sitting in the capital, Qu Feiyan dare not act rashly.

But as long as it is three hundred miles away from Beijing, it is beyond the monitoring range of the Confucian Temple in the capital.

But Lin Su didn't seem to have any plans to leave Beijing. He went to work every day, as if he was really on an errand.

Don't cause trouble, don't cause much trouble, come to work on time, leave on time when off duty, after off duty, either go to a restaurant with Zhang Haoran and others to drink a little wine, or take a walk by the Liuxiang River, making the brothels on both sides of the Liuxiang River Every day, someone throws a red handkerchief down. This is because those brothel girls don't know his true identity (purely based on his appearance). will jump right off...

By the way, he is quite reserved.

Didn't Zhao Xun have a grudge against him?
On the day of Zhao Xun's funeral, he actually sent someone to send a wreath. The wreath was exquisitely made, and it was said that it cost ten taels of silver.

The wreath was delivered to the Zhao family. Zhao Ji was impatient on the spot, and stomped on the wreath. That step basically ruined Zhao Ji's future. All the literary and moral scholars shook their heads. , such uncultivated gentle scum, how can it be of great use?

After venting for a while, Zhao Ji seemed to have figured it out. Could this be Lin Su's another poisonous plan—to destroy Zhao Ji with ten taels of silver?
It's a pity that he understood it too late...

Facts have proved that Zhao Ji could not understand Lin Su's methods.

After three days, Lin Su finally let go of his heart.

The matter of Anxiang has really been done.

The lines of the Nine Hall Masters are all in the hands of Mei Wudong.

The name Mei Wudong no longer exists, the sick garden has been abolished, and the well-known man in the capital, Mr. Biao, has since become a historical figure. There is an additional businessman from the North in the capital, named Li Qingqiu.

Li Qingqiu fell in love with the products of the Lin family. During this period of time, he blocked him every day outside the Supervision Department. His attitude was so humble that even Zhang Haoran was not satisfied. In the end, Lin Su met him and gave him a small share of the products of the Lin family. Qingqiu rented a shop in Xicheng, relying on the products of the Lin family to gain a firm foothold in the capital...

No one knew that this Li Qingqiu was Mei Wudong, the sick son who was famous in the capital in the past.

Because the contrast between the two is too great.

Naturally, no one knew that Lin Su now had a reasonable and legal foothold in the capital. He and Li Qingqiu were business partners. He occasionally went to Li Qingqiu's place for a cup of tea. Who could say it was abnormal?
Lin Su's fifth day in Beijing.

The rain is getting heavier.

The familiar Dacang Flood situation was once again on Lu Tiancong's desk.

Lu Tian once again had a scene from the depths of his heart—the forty miles of dikes on the Haining River Beach, and the undamaged houses after the flood.

Unfortunately, he dared not mention cement.

He can't take this step.

He looked at the sky full of wind and rain, and there was also wind and rain circling in his heart. His Majesty hadn't smiled for a long time. In His Majesty's eyes, there were already lightning and thunder...

A big change may be just around the corner!

On the sixth day, Lin Su stepped into Zhu Shiyun's office.

His fourth grade, Zhu Shiyun's third grade, Zhu Shiyun is still his immediate boss, if the immediate boss invites him, he has to go.

Zhu Shiyun's obesity during this period seems to have weakened, at least he has not gone on the road of obesity forever.

His smiling face is a bit more friendly than usual: "Master Lin, you have been dedicated to your duties during this time, and the Supervisory Department has seen it all. Your Excellency is really hardworking, and you have worked hard."

Lin Su smiled: "Lord Zhu is really flattering you. I actually didn't have any official business during this period of time. I mainly drink tea and sleep in the office."

"Master Lin, please be polite!" Zhu Shiyun said, "I wonder if Master Lin plans to make inspections next?"

What do you mean?
Aren't you Lao Zhu and Lao Lei most afraid of me going on inspection?Lin Su actually took the initiative to ask today, and Lin Su looked at Zhu Shiyun with a look of incomprehension: "Master Zhu, what are the arrangements?"

"No! Just asking..." Zhu Shiyun said: "Yesterday, Master Li Jian from the Imperial Academy came over and mentioned something..."

"What's the matter?"

Zhu Shiyun said it, very euphemistically, but Lin Su understood...

Chen Geng, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, wanted to invite Lin Su to discuss the Dao at the Imperial Academy. He didn't know what Lin Su was thinking, so it was inconvenient to invite him rashly, so he asked Li Jian to come over first to find out.

See if there is such a possibility.

Lin Su was slightly dazed: "Bachelor Chen of the Imperial Academy? Isn't it a retreat to enlighten the world?"

"Yeah, I've been in seclusion for seven years, and I just got out of it last month. As soon as I got out of the seclusion, I heard that Da Cang had a master-level figure like you, and I was quite excited. That's why I thought about it. Master Lin, look... "

Lin Su shook his head lightly: "What kind of holy place is the Imperial Academy? My literary knowledge is superficial, how can He De dare to enter the Imperial Academy to discuss Taoism? Don't dare! I have to go back to my hometown tomorrow, and I will bid farewell to you today."

(End of this chapter)