How to Become a White Moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, Bai Tan and Jiang Rong had a wild drink. The two drank to their heart's content and sang to their heart's content, which was a rare pleasure.

It wasn't until midnight that Jiang Rong said that he would get up early the next day and go to Shuzhou in the starry night to participate in local porridge and food distribution, so he could take this opportunity to establish his prestige and make plans for major events.

Another one, in order to prevent the refugees from changing, Jiang Yi just transferred a strong army to Shuzhou to garrison a few days ago. He has a close relationship with Jiang Hongyi, and the relationship is very close.

Jiang Rong is well aware that people's hearts are unpredictable, and he didn't expect to network with the other party just based on the idea of ​​friendship in previous years, but although he contacted some old departments of the Pingxi Palace, he also cultivated some forces. After all, the number is limited. For the current plan, only soldiers Take risks.

After all, Jiang Hongduan has many heirs. Whether it is the crown prince Jiang Yu or the other adult princes, they are all eyeing the throne, fighting endlessly, and even some impatient ones have already started forming factions in private to win over people's hearts.

The night is long and dreamy, Jiang Rong deliberately avoids the capital, stays away from the right and wrong place, just sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight, and then takes this opportunity to hold the military power in his hands, do good deeds everywhere, and win the support of the people.

Bai Tan nodded drunkenly: "I understand, isn't it just taking the route of encircling the city from the countryside?"

Jiang Rong was extremely clever, and he understood the deep meaning of this as soon as he heard it, and said, "It's almost the meaning."

Bai Tan patted the other party's shoulder and said: "You just go, when everything is over, I'll treat you to a drink and enjoy the moon."

Jiang Rong made a gesture, and three night walkers with similar stature, black armor, masked swords appeared in the courtyard quietly, knelt down on the ground in unison, and said very respectfully: "Master. "

Bai Tan was dumbfounded: "Hey, I'm drunk? Why did I have hallucinations..." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes, the more he rubbed, the more dizzy he became, "Strange, how many are these?"

Jiang Rong smiled heartily, helped him sit up, turned around, but immediately turned cold when facing the shadow guard, and said in a cold voice: "From today onwards, Bai Tan is your master. Only by living can you continue to live, understand?"

The three shadow guards answered in unison.

Jiang Rong waved his hand slightly, and the three of them left as silently as when they came, not alarming anyone from the beginning to the end.

Bai Tan stared at the direction where several people disappeared, and exclaimed in surprise: "It's amazing!"

Jiang Rong was a little unhappy, squeezed his palm lightly, and asked casually, "You seem to cherish that jade pendant just now, but is there any special reason?"

Bai Tan frowned in a daze, and thought for a moment in great distress, "This, this is a gift from a little brother..."

Jiang Rong breathed lightly, "What little brother?"

Bai Tan said softly: "It's been too long, I don't remember much invitation, it seems to be a very good-looking little brother, but after that, I haven't seen him again."

Jiang Rong stroked the bronze mask on his left cheek and fell silent.

Carrying the drunken man back to Qingfeng Building, and carefully arranged them, Jiang Rong bid farewell from the White Mansion and returned to his own Swallow Building, sitting in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, but felt unprecedentedly relaxed and happy, faintly , with a bit of apprehension.

So worrying about gain and loss, is he still the previous owner of the Yanzi Building who was vigorous and iron-blooded?

Jiang Rong's mood was disturbed, and it was difficult to sleep forever. The night wind brought the fragrance of hibiscus, and there was a soft and beautiful tune in his ears, which seemed to be wafting.

As an elegant place for literati and celebrities to talk about poetry and paintings in recent years, Yanzilou has been highly praised among scholars in the capital, but I am afraid few people know that Miaoyinfang, which is adjacent to Yanzilou, is also Jiang Rong's property.

Different from ordinary fireworks places, Miaoyinfang is far superior to other similar flower houses in terms of decoration and appearance, and the appearance and skills of actors. What's even more rare is that most of the women in Miaoyinfang are noble people, performing arts and not selling themselves Among them, some of them are good at playing the zither, some are good at Xiaodi, some like konghou, some are fond of pipa, and so on.

Because tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the roads are full of traffic and pedestrians, and the Flower Street and Willow Alley are three points more lively than usual. Even though it is already the middle of the night, the people who come to have fun are still in high spirits, and they clicked one song after another loudly.

Jiang Rong was moved by this, and ordered out of the window, "Call Xue Miaoyin."

Xue Miaoyin is Jiang Rong's capable confidant, not only is she beautiful, bright and charming, her ethereal and graceful voice is even more attractive.

Four years ago, Xue Miaoyin fell here alone with a pipa in her arms. She sold herself and became an actress in Miaoyin Workshop. She was so generous that she saved enough money to redeem herself in less than a year, and bought Miaoyinfang with the extra money, and has since become the lady in charge of Miaoyinfang.

But all this is just a superficial phenomenon. Xue Miaoyin is actually one of Jiang Rong's most powerful killers. She looks weak, but in fact she is extremely cruel and ruthless.

It is really as beautiful as peaches and plums, and as poisonous as snakes and scorpions.

For any tricky tasks, as long as Xue Miaoyin is in charge, Jiang Rong can rest easy.After all, sometimes, beauty is the most invincible weapon, capable of killing people invisible.

Xue Miaoyin held her black and shiny hair in a bun, wearing a half-new long gown with a honey-colored cross-collar, a scallion-yellow satin brocade skirt, and embroidered orchid-grass shoes on her feet. She walked in with her head slightly down. Eyebrows are as gentle as water, and she is really peaceful at any time, keeping clumsy and pretending to be stupid.

Xue Miaoyin said softly: "I don't know why the master called me here?"

Through the screen, Jiang Rong whispered: "Play a piece of music to listen."

Xue Miaoyin was slightly surprised. She was photographed by Jiang Rongsu's daily accumulation of prestige. She didn't dare to ask the question, but her eyes were full of gleams, and she quietly circled around the man. The host of Xindao is usually incomprehensible, why did he reverse his temperament tonight? ?

She moved lightly, because she knew that Jiang Rong didn't like people approaching, so she just picked up a round stool at the door of the room, sat down, and said with a smile: "What song does the master want to hear?"

Jiang Rong closed his eyes, and said calmly: "The song "Jiangchengzi" that was all the rage in Beijing and Luoyang."

Xue Miaoyin made a good posture, slightly raised her slender fingers, lightly gathered and slowly twisted and picked again, the crisp and melodious melody danced with her fingertips, and slowly flowed out from the stringless pipa.

The big strings are like a rain, and the small strings are cut like a whisper.

Graceful and beautiful, intoxicating.

Xue Miaoyin opened her vermilion lips lightly, and her voice was like a warbler's cry, "Ten years of life and death are boundless, I don't think about it, I can't forget it, I'm alone in a thousand miles, there's no place to talk about it..."

After singing a song, it still lingers in my ears. It is not empty talk to think about it for three days.

After a long time, Jiang Rong suddenly let out a soft sigh, and said slowly: "Even if we don't know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost..."

It's really words of weeping blood.