Before daybreak, the streets of Hengxiang were filled with the sound of horse hooves.
But since the feud between Governor Zhao and Captain Qiu, Hengxiang had been doing this almost every day. The people of Hengxiang Mansion didn't notice any difference. Many people turned over in bed, muttered a few words, and continued to sleep.
Soldiers and horses gathered inside and outside the city.
The Xia army got ready and headed northeast.
Thousands of Yan's troops went with them.
Chen Xihua's eight thousand captured soldiers took off their peasant clothes, put on their military armor again, and followed behind them.
The city was filled with soldiers from the Duwei Mansion in the south of the city, and long patrols could be seen passing by in the streets and alleys from time to time.
At three o'clock in the morning, a fire broke out outside the northwest city. Shen Lie, who had not slept all night, stood in front of the fire with his hands behind his hands, silently staring at the coffin swallowed by the flames in the sea of fire, his black eyes as deep as the sea.
Du Xuan was crying behind him with red eyes. As the fire became more and more intense, Du Xuan's slender body fell to his knees and cried loudly: "Good brother, I am the one who is stubborn! I am the one who is sorry for you! I am the one who deserves to die!"
Dai Yuye and others were busy helping him up.
The thick smoke rolled into the sky, was blown by strong winds to distant mountain villages, and finally disappeared completely into the sky and the earth, dissipating completely.
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After ordering tea at the largest teahouse near Qingyue Pavilion, Qi Yong and others were looking out the window with frowns.
This time, Yan Xun came from Fuzhou with Qi Yong.
As the most courteous Confucian generals around Chen Xihua, Yan Xun and Qi Yong are almost identical in temperament, and their frowns are now very similar.
Sitting here now, they still came to plead for mercy.
A head of ten taels, they spent the past few days and lost everything to get 60,000 taels of cash, which was far from enough.
The unreasonable Gao Zhoulang from yesterday will come over and, without saying a word, will send them back.
Qi Yong asked if he could redeem 4,000 people first and go back to deliver the goods, but there was no room for negotiation.
In these ten days alone, Qi Yong's hair has almost turned gray.
From time to time, gossip came from the neighboring table watching the excitement: "This is the first time I have seen a funeral without gongs and drums, how strange it is!"
"That's right, how can anyone hold a funeral without playing gongs and drums?"
"I thought that when a big family like this holds a funeral, they will have a banquet, and everyone who sees it can go and eat!"
"Isn't that what Mr. Liu used to do when he was doing nothing?"
"Hey, how stingy! He belongs to the Shen family of Yunliang!"
…
It was all gossip. Qi Yong, who was upset and had nothing to do, listened to it, but in fact he was not very interested.
At this time, several men came up the stairs in the lobby. Qi Yong caught a glimpse of them from the corner of his eye. When he looked up, his eyes suddenly lit up.
There were seven people in the group, and the leader was a man who was about thirty years old. He was very tall, lean and tall, and had an extremely beautiful face.
The word "stunning" describes a man very strangely, but when applied to this person, there is nothing inappropriate about it.
And this "stunning beauty" is not just a sense of feminine softness. His elegance is both handsome and unrivaled, and he is as heroic as a cold peak.
When many people saw him coming up, they couldn't help but look sideways and look at him a few more times.
What made Qi Yong notice even more was that this person was wearing a copper-green gown. It looked simple and hidden in the city, but the material was of superior quality. The embroidery work on the dark pattern was done with first-rate precision.
Looking at the dark gold tapestry on his girdle and the cloud pattern on the black boots he stepped on, Qi Yongyi, who had been busy collecting money recently and fell in love with money, estimated that this outfit alone was worth a hundred taels.
The clothes of the men beside him seemed to be ordinary and simple, but they were made of excellent materials, and even the weapons they held were not ordinary.
I don’t know if these people do it on purpose, to be low-key openly and show off secretly, or because these are the most low-key items of clothing in the house.
The gossip at the window continued, with the idlers gossiping and gesticulating.
Several waiters went to the window to arrange for two tables to be vacant.
Naturally, the people at the window were not happy, so the waiter immediately changed his attitude and began to chase people away arrogantly.
After tidying up their hands and feet, they came over, nodded and bowed, and invited those people to sit down.
Now, all eyes turned towards them and looked at them again.
The leading man ignored these gazes and looked out the window at the gate of Qingyue Pavilion.
"These people have some backgrounds," Yan Xun said to Qi Yong.
The tea party is very large, so it is also located by the window, but Qi Yong's and the other party's tables are at least six tables apart, which is a long way away.
Qi Yong said: "No matter."
Yan Xun lowered his voice: "He must have a lot of money in his pocket. We are most in need of money right now."
Qi Yong shook his head.
Experience tells him that it is not easy for these people to make money, so they have no energy to do so.
Time passed slowly, and it was almost noon. The number of people at the window changed, but it was still lively.
Someone suddenly said: "I'm back, I'm back."
Others immediately said: "Quick, quick, who is General Shen? I heard that he is so beautiful and handsome that he is a god descended from heaven!"
"I haven't seen it either, which one is it?"
"It's still far away! Why are you so anxious?"
"Let me see, let me see!"
Qi Yong and Yan Xun also looked outside.
Qing Yue Pavilion and his party did not come back on foot, but on horseback.
There is also a carriage in the middle of the cavalry.
"That General Shen should be in the carriage!"
"Oh, what a pity!"
"yes!"
"What a pity, you will get off eventually!"
"Look at these horses, they are all good horses!"
"Yes, wealthy families are extraordinary!"
…
The cavalry stopped in front of the gate, and the men got off their horses with vigorous movements.
The coachman got off the carriage and opened the curtain. Everyone stared at the young man who got off the carriage without blinking.
But as soon as he got off the car, he turned around and helped another person in the car down.
Everyone didn't even see his face clearly, they only saw his tall and tall figure with a broad back and narrow waist.
"Oh, I can't see it!"
"But the back view is so beautiful!"
"Yes, he is such a handsome man, with such a good temperament!"
"Who is this man that he helped down?"
"She doesn't look too young, and she doesn't look too old either."
"Could it be his father?"
"How is that possible! Who in the world doesn't know that General Shen was kicked out of the house by his father?"
"Yes," one person lowered his voice, "I heard that Zuilu doesn't want him anymore! He's going to be hunted down!"
Qi Yong and Yan Xun also kept looking down, intently.
In fact, they didn't even figure out who Qingyue Pavilion was holding funerals for these days.
The group didn't stay at the door for long before they all entered the house.
The servants came and led the horse to the back door.
Soon there was no one in front of the door.
For such a short time, there wasn't much excitement to be seen, but people in the teahouse were still chattering.
Qi Yong looked away and raised his hand to pour himself tea.
At the table of rich men, a waiter came to serve the food and asked if they had any other orders.
One of the subordinates said: "No, I will call you if ordered."
"Okay!" the waiter responded.
Qi Yong stopped pouring tea and the tea spilled outside.
His eyes immediately focused on the rich man.
"What's wrong?" Yan Xun asked.
The distance was so far that Qi Yong could only see his back.
He is also tall and straight, standing like a pine tree, walking like the wind, and sitting like a bell.
"Those people have Yunliang accents," Qi Yong, a very adventurous person, said blankly, "Isn't it...not possible?"
"What are you talking about?" Yan Xun asked.
"That person," Qi Yong said, "could it be Shen Lie's father, Shen Shuangcheng."
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