The moon comes to take pictures

Japanese pirates broke into the city.

There is a simple wall in front, with all kinds of knives hanging, just like Wei Shui, it has a kind of gloomy atmosphere.

Across a bamboo curtain, Wei Shui fell on the couch, squinting his eyes and thinking over and over the word "Japanese pirates".

Before coming to Chang Xi's place, he was thinking about it.The news from Beijing will come soon. Chang Xi has his ancestors as his backer, but this backing may not be stable, otherwise he will not be thrown to Nanjing. If things get serious, no one will get good results.The plan for now is not to find out who instigated those thieves, nor to send troops to Zhejiang to suppress it, but to quickly remove my own branch from this matter.

Hearing what Chang Xi meant, the letter sent to Cui Xiang was about to receive an answer, but Wei Shui didn't dare to wait, and besides, Ning Ji, who had a tough attitude, was in charge of the situation in Nanjing.Wei Shui is more cautious than Chang Xi, and must cut the weeds immediately.

To get rid of the root cause is to shut up those who break into the yamen forever, so that these little tricks of Nanjing officialdom will not be exposed.This plan is easy to say, but if you really want to do it, you have to use the four-party network to get through the upper and lower branches, and you have to make no mistakes.

He is good at framing and extorting confessions, but now it is no longer a prisoner, but a group of people who are going to be framed.A group of people means a more difficult accident, and it is necessary to find a person who can trap them and turn them into the same thread.

Zhejiang, merchants, Japanese pirates... These words were strung together in his head, and slowly, they gathered together like a whirlpool.

Wei Shui half closed his eyes, and there was an inexplicable light in his cloudy eyes.

He quickly jumped off the bed, and commanded harshly: "Grind ink!"

Immediately someone lowered his head and came in, studying him while writing. He wrote a whole sheet with the same reckless handwriting as he did, shook the ink, and sealed it with mud.

"This letter, hurry up and send it to Boss Xie of the Songjiang Chamber of Commerce." Wei Shui handed the letter under his hand, slowly raised his arms, as if he was tired from writing these lines, twisted his shoulders a few times, and was lazy Lie back on the couch.

As Liu Jiao said, there was indeed no chaos in Nanjing City.

Ning Ruichen lifted the curtain of the car and looked out.Bustling with children and peddlers, the market is just like the Chinese New Year, so lively and lively, the undercurrent only flows in the middle of the official circles in Nanzhili, whether they fight or not, what should fall on the heads of ordinary people Nothing will be missing.

The carriage stopped and went, and the heavy wheels creaked. Ning Ruichen was tired from watching, so he sat back in the carriage.

"go home."

It was not the home where he always stayed, but the Cardamom Pavilion, such a body of water seemed to trap him for the rest of his life.The eldest brother was determined not to allow him to go home. In the eyes of his father and brother, he was an inexperienced child. At this juncture, he might as well stay in the Cardamom Pavilion to avoid it.

The boy driving the carriage yelled to urge the horse to turn around, then said in a moment of idleness, "Young master, why don't you go to Shenyuan's place to have a look?"

That's where Liu Jiao is staying now. As soon as the incident with the Ministry of War happened, Chang Xi sent the family music group to Shenjiayuan to stay there. The family music group was out of control, and the daily practice of singing and playing the piano was abandoned.A group of actors and actresses hang out in the old garden.

After Liu Jiao left that night, Ning Ruichen couldn't let go of his heart, and quietly called someone he could trust to follow Liu Jiao, for fear that he would really lose his head and ask Chang Xi for someone.The people who had been called had come back to report several times, but Shen Jiayuan's house would not let them in, and the people inside would not come out, they could only hear singing and dancing every night, which reassured Ning Ruichen, Liu Jiao still didn't ask for trouble.

Ning Ruichen was pondering, and the boy outside asked again, before he lightly stomped his feet and said, "No."

"That's right, it's so late, and it's not peaceful outside." The driver bumped into a nail, and without much shame, he laughed dryly, took the horse rope and drove back.

After walking a few steps, there was a faint sigh from behind the layers of curtains in the car.

Normally, Ning Ruichen would think of a way to take a look.However, no one dared to act rashly at the stall where swords were on the verge of breaking out. Even for such a trivial matter, he did not dare to act selfishly and use his father's authority to do something.

Thinking of this, Yuan Junyu's face surfaced again, I don't know what happened to him... Ning Ruichen sighed, and glanced out, but there was no one to be seen, the dusk of the third day of the first lunar month, the sky was a bit cloudy Then, it got dark little by little, and the crescent moon curved indistinctly.The horseshoes were walking, the two wind lanterns were dangling, and the Cardamom Pavilion was almost here.

Whooping, maybe the dog was barking for spring, Ning Ruichen moved a bit, then the candle in the wind lamp blew twice, it went dark for a moment, then suddenly the wheels stopped, and a thin clanging sound pierced the car curtain.

"parking."

Ning Ruichen's heart sank, and he stole a glance to the outside of the curtain.The driver had already fallen to the ground, motionless, his scalp tensed up, and he looked up——

He wore short brown leggings, covered his face, and had a long saber hanging from his waist.

Encountered robbery.