Watch the sea

When I got up in the morning, it was still raining outside the window, and the sky was overcast, with layers of thick dark clouds pressing down on my head. At first glance, it was almost impossible to distinguish between night and day.

When the wind and rain broke into his eyes, Su Lang frowned unconsciously, and the calm ominous string in his heart suddenly moved twice——

No matter how heavy the rain in Nanshan was, it was just a few days of delay in the Buddhist temple. He always felt that the real worrisome earthquake was approaching him, only one step away.

Xing Hui woke up early in the morning, and just sat up from the couch, he saw Su Lang standing by the window, holding the unfolded fan in a daze, Xing Hui called him twice but Su Lang didn't hear him, as if he was in a state of mind Restless look.

It wasn't until Xinghui walked behind him that Su Lang came back to his senses and turned sideways. Xinghui glanced at the folding fan with the painting of Lanjiang Hongbo, and immediately recognized it: "This fan was created by Zhou Min when we were in Changzhou. Sent?"

"Well, that's it."

Xinghui thought for a while and said: "I remember he sent two together, and the one in my hand is the scenery of Changzhou."

"Lanjiang, Changzhou..." Su Lang bowed his head in thought when he heard the words, his expression was a little dignified: "Huaize, Dingkang, Lianyan, Jiangjin, King Jing, this line runs through the two states of Changwan and covers most of Lanzhou. Jiang, I'm afraid Jiangnan will be in big trouble sooner or later."

The lantern under the porch was staggered by the wind, the candle flames poured out, and the tiny flames fell into the rain and were quickly extinguished completely. The last ashes that were about to melt in the rain were reflected in Xinghui's eyes, and his gaze was slightly He moved, and frowned unconsciously: "So once the Huaize incident happened, His Majesty directly handed over Yuan Zeliang's military power in Huaize City for this reason, and directly sent the shadow guard of the Son of Heaven, who was turned from the dark to the bright, to take over. The testimony of Yuan Zeliang's respect for the king's rebellion is secondary, and the natural danger of the Lanjiang River is the real confidant's trouble."

"Yes, Lanjiang is the most important thing, so we can't lose Huai Ze." Su Lang tapped on the window sill twice with his fingers, his voice gradually sank: "Compared with Huai Ze City, Yuan Zeliang's life is nothing. It’s just that King Jing is the first son of the first emperor, a prince who was proclaimed by the imperial pen, and the last emperor gave him a life-saving talisman, which can’t be easily moved. Yuan Zeliang is the opportunity to justify the crime. I have a hunch that King Jing must have future generations He will not easily let Yuan Zeliang live to the imperial capital."

He rubbed the center of his brows, showing some tiredness and worry, and sighed: "Actually, it's nothing. If the opportunity is gone, it will be gone. As long as King Jing, the leader of the anti-thief, is still there, he will still fight if he should. Sooner or later."

It was clearly the end of the hour, but when I looked up, it was still covered by dark clouds. The wind and rain woke up the lights of thousands of families under Nanshan City in the daytime, and the dim lights in the distance fluctuated. Lang suddenly asked in a low voice: "I have never understood that King Jing is bound to rebel. People in Changzhou and Wanzhou are fluctuating. There must be many people secretly boarding King Jing's boat, but why doesn't your majesty investigate or ask? Let it go?"

Su Lang's eyes are deep, and a sneer that doesn't often appear on his face is drawn on the corner of his lips, like a handful of fine snow falling on a green pine branch, light and sharp, "Because there are many aristocratic families in Changzhou, there are more fish in troubled waters, If you don’t let them mess around, how do you know how many people are behind the scenes that shouldn’t be there? It’s impossible to find out, the most important thing in Changzhou is the old fox from the family who hides deeply.”

The torrential rain shattered the illusory bubbles of He Qinghaiyan, and the thunder and lightning tore apart the sky in Dayin Kyushu. In the early summer of Xuanxi's 11th, the heavy rain that ravaged Changzhou for more than half a month finally came in a thunderstorm in the afternoon. The people on the land sent an awe-inspiring chill that did not belong to summer.

Five days ago, Changzhou, Jindu.

A banquet was held in the Flower Hall at the back of the Zhoumu Mansion today, not many people came, but nearly half of the city lords from the twelve cities in the south of the Yangtze River had arrived.

After drinking for three rounds, the host and guest chatted happily, and the enchanting dancers retreated from both sides. For a while, only a pipa girl was left in the hall to pluck the strings.

Mu Rui He Si of Changzhou State was blushing, stood up and was about to toast, but the heads of several aristocratic families looked at each other, and finally the one sitting in the middle cupped his hands and asked, "Brother Rui, don't you blame me?" , since we are all on the same boat, Brother Yu said it bluntly. You said that everything is ready now, and I think His Royal Highness has made a complete plan to come to King Jing, but we still have to ask, Yuchun, Ying Hai, Yichong, what are your Highness's plans?"

Rui Hesi squeezed the wine glass, the shepherd of Changzhou tore off the mask of "generous and peaceful" in the past, he looked down at Master Wen for a moment, then suddenly smiled twice, stretched out his hand from Guang From his sleeve, he took out a piece of black iron token that was combined into one and slowly put it on the table.

——The transfer order talisman of the East China Sea Navy.

Patriarch Wen was startled, and suddenly left his seat and stood up, staring at Rui Hesi like a torch, and asked incredulously, "Lian Songcheng, governor of Changzhou...?"

"Dead." Rui Hesi put on a pleasant smile again on his face, as if talking about something trivial: "When Lian Songcheng went to Huai Ze City a few days ago, he transferred three thousand navy troops, He made a special trip to ask for half a piece of tokens from the Changzhou Supervising Army, and even the half piece in his own hand, it was just right, and they were delivered to us together.” [1.]

Master Wen's back was covered with cold sweat, and he sat back slowly. Lian Songcheng was no ordinary officer, but the second-rank governor of Changzhou personally appointed by the imperial pen, in charge of the affairs of Changzhou and the East China Sea. To assassinate him is tantamount to blatantly Declare war with the imperial capital——

Once you get on this boat, you can't get off.

The untimely hailstones outside the hall crackled and smashed to the ground, but the hall was still as pleasant as spring. In the corner, the pipa girl hugged and twittered slowly, and inadvertently changed a song. It's kind of chilling.

Master Wen's forehead was throbbing with veins, he managed to gather his composure, and raised his head to meet Rui Hesi's half-smile gaze, finally gritted his teeth, and clutched the jade cup in front of him.

As if it was a beginning, the heads of the aristocratic families on both sides raised their glasses one after another.

The wine has entered the throat, and I know the taste of it personally. Everyone's faces are still harmonious, and they sit down with the cups at the same time. Rui Hesi strokes his beard in satisfaction, and the smile on his face is even bigger: "Just now I heard what brother Xian said. , Yuchun, a group of sour rotten people who can't lift their shoulders and can't be carried by their hands are worthy of being a good brother?"

Patriarch Wen's eyes moved, and he changed his words: "That's true, but Ying Hai and Mr. Yi Chong still have to be more careful..."

Rui Hesi interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and dropped today's second thunderbolt in an understatement: "Yichong, someone is rushing outside to help clean up, as for Yinghai..."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly let out a sinister laugh, his eyes swept over the faces of the patriarchs of the aristocratic families one by one, and he slowed down his voice and said slowly: "There is no such thing as Yinghai."

The four strings of the female pipa in the corner suddenly retracted between the fingers, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, it happened to coincide with the thunder that fell from the sky outside the hall, the four strings resounded together, and the sound of the pipa echoed throughout the flower hall, and the lingering sound lasted for a long time.

The heavy rain in Nanshan lasted from morning to evening for a whole day. Su Lang sat in front of the window and plucked the strings twice, but his heart could not calm down.

A sudden bolt of lightning tore apart the dark night sky, followed by billowing thunder, Su Lang's heart tightened, and his eyelids began to twitch non-stop.

Xinghui had already noticed that he was restless, and when the song was over, he was about to speak, when the door of the meditation room was suddenly pushed open, and Su Lang suddenly raised his head——

Vice-General of the Changzhou Governor Xie Yu braved the heavy rain and galloped all the way from the border between Ningchang and Ningchang, bringing the storm that had been hanging in the air before his eyes.

"Su Lang! Ying Hai..."

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