The moon comes to take pictures

After drinking for three rounds, a young servant hurried over from the outside and whispered to Xie Yan for a while, Xie Yan's hand that raised the glass paused, and there was a little confusion in his eyes: "I see, let's go back. "

After drinking two more cups, Xie Yan pushed the people beside him: "Shu Zhou is so drunk, I'll go and see him, you guys play first."

The people next to him winked: "They are playing with others, why are you joining in the fun?"

Xie Yan smiled, said nothing, and went to the room where Zhang Shenxiu sobered up.

The room was not big, with a small couch and an aisle, and there was hangover soup in front of the couch. Zhang Shenxiu was top-heavy, knowing that she was drunk, and no one came to serve her after she yelled several times, so she struggled to reach for the bowl of soup. Suddenly, he felt someone touching him.A soft hand rubbed his chest, Zhang Shenxiu called out in a daze, "Liu Jiao?"

The man just laughed and then tried to sit on top of him.

"I'm drunk," Zhang Shenxiu said inarticulately.

That person didn't agree, and was pinching every inch of it. Zhang Shenxiu turned over and said helplessly, "Okay..."

Suddenly a burst of light came in, Zhang Shenxiu's eyes were swollen from being pierced, and he was awake for a while, and the weight on his body was also lightened, and there was an "ouch" in his ear, who fell to the ground, followed by Xie Yan's voice : "Shu Zhou? Shu Zhou?"

Zhang Shenxiu's drunken eyes were hazy, and he finally saw clearly that the one who was riding on him just now was not Liu Jiao, but an actor he had never seen before. He suddenly came to his senses, "Who are you?"

"Come here to sing," Xie Yan drove the actor out, "something with a wicked heart."

Hearing this, the actor raised his eyebrows and let out a "bah", "Call me next time, hum—" the actor sneered, and glanced at Xie Yan, "I won't give you face!"

After finishing speaking, he spat a few mouthfuls into the room, turned around and disappeared.

Zhang Shenxiu covered her head: "It's a good thing you're here, otherwise let him know..."

"Shu Zhou, just now..." Xie Yan hesitantly handed him the hangover soup, "Liu Jiao seems to be watching."

Zhang Shenxiu sat up abruptly, and threw a coat over her body: "Who saw it? I have to take a look, I have to take a look..."

He didn't care what Xie Yan said behind him, he put on his shoes and went out, the opera on the stage outside was over, and another one was being tuned, he didn't have time to pay attention, he went straight to Liu Jiao's bedroom , the sound of the flute behind him led the new towel to come out, and what floated into his ears was "A Wind on the River":

depressed,

How many times have I been short of tea and rice,

Sitting up and sighing,

Remember the call to the west building,

Singing to heal the sick,

So I tied up the red silk,

The Blue Bridge is within walking distance...

Zhang Shenxiu was restless, and when he opened the door, he could still hear the sound of landing on the other side of the white wall.

"The blue bridge is so close, who knows that the wind and the waves will turn, as the saying goes, good things are more difficult--"?

…………

Xie Yan parked the sedan chair by the side door and asked someone to go in to pass the message. After a while, the man came back and said: "The governor sees the guests, let's go back and wait."

"Who's in there?"

The man looked distressed: "The father-in-law inside refuses to tell."

"...Let's go."

Xie Yan saw that the atmosphere in Chang Xi's house was solemn, and if he went to him at this time, he was afraid that he would only get a few words of scolding, so he didn't go to the trouble.

The visitor to the eunuch's house was none other than Cui Zhu, who had been ill for a few days. He was sitting on the right side of Chang Xi, he looked a little sick, his face was ruddy, his eyes were bright, and he was drinking a cup of tea. .

"Uncle Wu, let's go, for a little money, do you really want to kill him?" Cui Zhu rubbed his browbones, his legs were spread apart, and he looked a little threatening, "You have to have a way to vent your anger." a limit."

"Who said I vented my anger on others?" Chang Xi smiled darkly, sipping tea slowly: "He has always been against me, who is behind him, can I not understand? Kill a pawn, my third brother has always been You don't even move your eyebrows, why do you still feel distressed today?"

Cui Zhu understood that he was obviously planning to tear himself apart. He let go of his wrist, stood up and spun a few times, then suddenly stepped on the bench, turned around and a gust of wind came up: "Don't let others say this." I hear it, otherwise I really don’t know how to explain it—the descendants of the founding uncle Zhongyi are also considered pawns. Forget it, Fifth Uncle, let’s see this!"

He copied out a letter from his sleeve, and the letter was printed with the private seal of the old man who calls the wind and rain in Da Nei today.

Chang Xi's complexion suddenly changed: "Old ancestor..."

"The old ancestor knew that the fifth uncle had a lot of criticisms about the son. Before leaving Beijing, he specially handed over this book to me, and told me to protect the safety of the son... After all, the old loyal uncle died at the hands of the eunuch." Cui Zhu brushed the surface of the stool, and sat down slowly: "Assessing the time and the situation, Fifth Uncle naturally understands, not to mention it is the order of the ancestors, the name of Uncle Loyalty can be used no matter where he goes, let alone that Xie who can For you, my nephew can give twice as much, so why bother trying to be impatient and lose your contacts in the officialdom."

Chang Xi said with a stiff mouth: "I will catch and release it later, where should I put my face?"

Cui Zhu probably just wanted to keep Yuan Junyu, and was very impatient: "Isn't there another Ningji? Tomorrow at the latest, the news from Beijing is coming. As long as my son is safe and sound, no matter what other people do. Don't you just leave it to Uncle Fifth to deal with?"

"It's easy for you to say..." At this point, Chang Xi already seemed to be loose, "There's no reason, how can I let it go?"

There is something in Cui Zhu's words: "In our city of Nanjing, are there still few incidents of framing each other?" Regardless of Chang Xi's expression, he put the letter from his ancestors back into his sleeve, "Arranging one is not a big deal for Uncle Wu. Is it difficult?"

"Good nephew, you are promising," Chang Xi squinted at him, and lightly said, "Go back and wait!"

The prince was only detained for two days, and he was released early in the morning on the third day.What followed was the imperial decree from Beijing, which did not make people breathe a sigh of relief. The Nanjing Third Division quickly interrogated Ning and Hebei, and threw out all the evidence of colluding with the Japanese and framing the prince. Bian sent a message, thinking of the merits of his ancestors, Kuang Ningji accompanied him for many years, and only one was sentenced to exile in Liaodong.Chang Xi and Ning Ji have been fighting for 20 years, and suddenly the old hatred goes with the wind, how can it not make people feel empty.

As for the rest of the Ning family, the eldest son has lost his official position and is still locked up by the Ministry of Criminal Justice. He is waiting for a letter from Beijing to deal with it. Shang Renshan did not pursue them, so the government did not pursue these people too much. If they were caught, they would be released after questioning.

Nanjing has returned to tranquility, and the Minister of War is once again vacant.

But now what is spreading in the city is another family affair of common people.

It is said that a Hui merchant named Zhang had a brother in his family who suddenly died suddenly. The merchant had some kindness, collected the body of this irrelevant brother, and then made a big fuss about his funeral. The coffin was carved with gold and silver. Numerous rare and precious treasures were buried with him, and then a hundred monks and Taoists were invited to do things at home, and paper and incense candles all cost a lot of money.

There are one or two extravagant funerals every year, but what is even more interesting to talk about is the conflict in front of the Xizhou Garden.

Uncle Zhongyi's eldest son brought more than a dozen people, all of them armed with knives and guns, and surrounded the entrance of Xizhou Garden aggressively, demanding that the owner of the garden hand over his body, otherwise he would not leave.When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, for some reason, the prince suddenly changed his expression and called the person who had taken him back.

Because they were two influential people in the city, the guests who came to express their condolences did not mention it. Everything was as usual. The monks chanting scriptures and the Taoist priests playing Qiao blared gongs to clear the way. The government had already arranged for them, so no one came to stop them.

After a funeral, although Zhang Shenxiu was physically and mentally exhausted, she also met many famous people.Xie Yan knew that he was naturally happy, but he didn't show it on the surface, but he was already planning how to use these contacts in his heart, and it was more handy to deal with trivial matters in funerals on weekdays.

It took quite a while for the coffin to be buried. When Zhang Shenxiu returned home from the cemetery, he saw that the coffin was empty again. Huge white candles were burning desertedly. The tip of his heart seemed to be gouged out alive, bleeding continuously.After coming out of the coffin, I was walking normally, but suddenly something went wrong.All of a sudden, it was as if the soul had been pulled out of the body, and it fell limply like a dead shrimp.Zhang Shenxiu couldn't hear who was screaming, and let the panic-stricken servants manipulate her body, and the person who carried him ran with one foot deep and one foot shallow.Zhang Shenxiu was shaken so hard that he rolled inside his stomach, and he didn't have the strength to reprimand him at all. There was only one thought in his mind, that he really died for him!

Thinking like this, but it is useless, people have been separated from Yin and Yang, and now there is only regret.After this incident of life and death, Zhang Shenxiu seemed to see through the world of mortals, concealed from relatives and friends, scattered all the money in Nanjing, found a mountain house by herself, and went to clean up under the pretext.

The author says:

Well, Xie Yan did it on purpose, but he didn't expect Liu Jiao to commit suicide. He originally planned to do it himself