salted fish soaring

Wei Ping agreed with what Lin Feiyuan said on the surface, but he only believed six points in his heart.

It is estimated that the other party also dubiously believed what he said, so he explained his plan half-revealed.

He knows the signal, the sign, and what he needs to do, but he doesn't know when the signal will be sent.

Wei Ping probed: "If I don't make an agreement in advance, I'm afraid I won't be able to react in time."

Lin Feiyuan smiled: "You are not the main assassin, you are only responsible for responding to me, and you don't need time to react."

"Song Yuan's formations are interlocking and difficult to deal with. I have to prepare in advance."

"Who said you want to sneak into Song Yuan to kill him? Will you kill Xu Yun in Huawei Sect and your grandfather in your ancestral house?"

Wei Ping hinted: "If the Xianguan's mansion still has our people lurking beside him, that's not a problem."

"I know what you want to ask." Lin Feiyuan said leisurely, "Exit this street to the south, turn right and walk ten steps. Go, it's too late to see if you can't go."

Wei Ping went downstairs quickly, and the stairs were trembling from his stepping on them.

The shopkeeper chased him out: "Boss Wei, please go slowly, please invite Song Xianguan to come and treat you when you have time—"

Strings of golden lanterns hang down from the second and third floors on both sides of the street, snowflakes slowly fall through the light beams, and fall on the shoulders and cheeks of pedestrians, giving off a chill.

Every brick and tile of "Qianqufang" has been devoted to Wei Ping's painstaking efforts, designed and supervised by him, and attracting merchants to settle in.

Everyone who walked in this square tonight had peaceful and joyful smiles on their faces, but he was the only one who could not be peaceful.

"Take a look at hosta, lilac, narcissus, and red leaves. Daihua is the most beautiful in the whole street in winter, and the flowers in winter are prosperous for festivals!"

Wei Ping grabbed the peddler's wrist, and realized that the peddler was a mortal, so he hurriedly let go.

"Does Chief Wei look at the red leaves? These are the red leaves that Tiancheng doesn't have, a special product of Sanqing County, and a new product that just arrived this morning!"

"Where did it come from?!"

Wei Ping always laughed when he saw everyone, so there was no time for him to speak harshly.

The peddler was taken aback: "It's a man in a floral dress. He sold me a whole bunch of baskets this morning. I'll resell them for a little extra. I really don't earn anything. It's all hard money. Here's a gift for you."

Wei Ping patted the peddler's arm, turned and left silently.

I should have thought of that earlier.After coming to Qianqu, your brain became stupid?Or is it that the more you care about, the easier it is to be swayed by emotions?

Song Qianji likes crops, and anyone who gets rare flowers and plants will send them to him.I am always by his side, and I will definitely see it.

When Lin Feiyuan first came to Qianqu, she used this trick to make herself suspicious of Ji Chen.

……

After Weiping came back that day, Ji Chen asked a few questions, but Song Qianji didn't ask anything.

Wei Ping didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or feel disappointed.

He is as usual during the day, he is still the big housekeeper, and he is still the Jiugongge.

At night, everything is quiet, and I climbed to the residence of the former immortal official, the highest cloud tower in Tiancheng.

Raise your eyes to Mingyue, guess and complete the details of Lin Feiyuan's plan, look down at Tiancheng, engrave the topography and landforms in your mind, and rehearse the possible assassination path that the opponent may take.

Wei Ping waited day by day, but the other party still didn't come, and lost the news.

If it weren't for the hawkers selling red leaves that appeared in Tiancheng from time to time, the silk and satin village night party would be like a fantasy in the snow.

There is only one thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to be a thief.

Wei Ping was busy during the day, and the more and more he secretly prepared, the more he felt that it was not enough.

He started drinking again at night.

I used to drink every day, and I didn't know when I was so drunk. After I came to Qianqu, I never drank again.

After finishing his drink, Wei Ping patted the railing and scolded: "Meng Heze, what are you talking about protecting Senior Brother Song? What about you? Leave Ji Chen behind, can he do the job? Don't die outside!"

Don't lean on a railing alone, because it's easy to jump off the building if you can't think about it.

Wei Ping didn't jump off the building, because Song Qianji needed the housekeeper to handle a major event.

"Harvest Festival? What kind of festival is it?"

Song Qianji is sweeping snow and shoveling ice. He prefers to take care of Songyuan by stepping on the muddy water instead of asking others to help: "I just thought about the festival by myself."

The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

Song Qianji likes spring when hundreds of flowers are blooming, summer full of vitality, and autumn full of harvest.

Winter is different, winter lies in "hiding".Ordinary people store food, monks store spiritual energy, and the vitality of the world is hidden under the snow and in the soil, so as to reduce consumption and resist the severe cold, so as to wait for another spring in the coming year.

Life and death go back and forth, and so does the cycle of heaven and earth.

Wei Ping followed Song Qian's fuselage, passing hot towels to help him wipe his hands from time to time.

The butler's demure smile was the same as always: "Why do you suddenly want to celebrate the festival, sir?"

"After the heavy snowfall, the yang qi between the heaven and the earth is closed, and the yin qi rises upwards. It is suitable for nourishing and resting, relaxing the mind, and it is not suitable for worrying the mind. If the mind is confused, it will hinder the practice."

Song Qianji glanced at him, his eyes were still gentle despite the harsh winter wind, "Let go of other things first, let's celebrate the holiday."

Wei Ping suddenly felt that he was standing naked in the snow, with nowhere to hide his agitation.

He lowered his head: "Okay, I understand."

Qianqu County will celebrate the Harvest Festival, and the construction of rivers, mountain roads, and bridges will be suspended.People returned to the village, and under the organization of Si Nong and Si Gong, they prepared for the Harvest Festival Competition.

"I heard that the prize was awarded by Song Xianguan himself, is it true?"

"Bizhen Jinzhen, if you take the first place, you can still shake hands with Song Xianguan!"

Not only Quan Qianqu was beaming like a Chinese New Year, but Liu Xianguan from Hongfu County next door also sent a congratulatory letter.Wei Ping went to Hongfu to purchase a batch of fireworks and fireworks, and invited the dragon and lion dance team. By the way, Hongfu County also sent three teams to participate in the exhibition. Everyone celebrated the festival together.

The day before the grand ceremony, the shops on the main street were temporarily closed, and long tables were set up on both sides of the street, and representatives of villagers from each village displayed local specialty crops.There are grains on the table, and potted saplings on others.

A big arena was set up in the center of Qianqufang, and Ji Xing rehearsed and announced.

The girl's voice is crisp and sweet, like a primrose magpie:

"At table No. [-] in Jiayu, Xiaolan Village's 'Hegong team has gone home to plant wheat' team, choose to send two stones of wheat to the competition, please come to the stage for display."

"At table No. [-] in Jiayu, Quhe Village's 'Sweet Love Sweeter Than Sugarcane Juice' team will send ten catties of sugarcane to the competition. Please come on stage and cut the sugarcane."

"The team of 'Greener Than a Hat' from Huagang Village sent eight poles of mung beans to the competition."

Ji Chen showed a complicated expression:

"Brother Wei, you have made this too..." He wanted to say it was inappropriate, but he was embarrassed, "When Brother Meng comes back, he will definitely say that we are not serious!"

"Then let him come back!" Wei Ping squatted on the pillar by the stage with a licorice in his mouth, and looked at people with unscrupulous eyes. , but what about others?"

"You..." Ji Chen was stunned, as if frightened by his attitude.

"I'm just kidding." Wei Ping returned to normal, jumped off the pillar, and put Ji Chen's shoulders with a playful smile, "He's not here, we have to hold the Harvest Festival well, don't you see these people who came to the rehearsal are very happy? Who Saying that the competition must be formal? It’s like the Dengwen Conference, with a sense of immortality, no fireworks, no noise, what’s the point?"

Ji Chen thought for a moment: "You are right. How can our Qianqu festival be as boring as the Cultivation World Conference."

"Look over there." Wei Ping pointed to the person who was chatting with the Hongfu contestants, "They are all wearing new cotton robes, new hats, and the same new style. What is the biggest difference between Qianqu people and Hongfu people?"

Ji Chen was at a loss: "Accent?"

Wei Ping shook his head.

"Skin color? Hongfu seems to be a little fairer?"

Wei Ping still shook his head.

"what is that?"

"It's the back. Hongfuren's waist is straighter."

Ji Chen was speechless: "You can see this?"

Wei Ping said: "If you bend your waist for a long time, it will be difficult to straighten up."

He gradually discovered that the people of Qianqu are always cautious about happiness and joy, as if they dare not tell the good luck they have stolen or laugh out loud.

"They need to be really happy once. They also deserve to be really happy once." Wei Ping lowered his voice, "Whoever dares to do bad things, I will kill him!"

That night, Song Qianji leaned on the recliner and watched the stars.

On a quiet night in winter, the end of the night is glowing red, and the stars are sparser than in summer, but brighter.

Wei Ping brought in 30 people from the back door of Xianguan Mansion, Song Qianji greeted casually: "Come to answer questions?"

But Wei Ping said:

"There will be so many people in Qianqufang tomorrow, it's hard to control them. This is the guard team I secretly selected for my husband."

When Wei Ping selected people for training, he did not choose the naive Ji Xing, but instead chose the more tenacious Zhou Xiaoyun for the easy-going Xu and Qiu.

The others were also from the hunting team, and they came all the way with Song Qianji from the Huawei Sect. When they heard that they were going to protect Senior Brother Song, their expressions were serious and excited.

Song Qian had a clear idea: "To prevent the crowd from trampling?"

Wei Ping shook his head: "There is a city defense team that I selected and trained from the river workers to drain the crowd. These people are accompanying the fairy officials and are dedicated to protecting you."

Song Qianji wondered: "I don't need a guard. Thank you for your hard work, let's go back."

Put a group of people around, are they protecting me, or am I protecting them?

outrageous.

Find a guard for Song Qianji?What a ridiculous idea from a "great genius".

Wei Ping said solemnly: "I think you need it!"

He winked at Zhou Xiaoyun.

Zhou Xiaoyun took the lead in shouting the slogan: "Protect Brother Song! Protect Qianqu County!"

Thirty people shouted at the same time, their voices were deep and powerful.

In the end, Song Qianji silently accepted Wei Ping's arrangement.

Cannibals have short mouths.After all, he had eaten countless Jiugongge, and if the other party didn't do anything too outrageous, he was willing to accommodate one or two.