Declining Mrs. Qu's dinner invitation, Xia Zhaoyi returned to the inn on Tonglin East Street.
Zhi Changle and Lao Tong were listening to books downstairs. The place was packed with people, and the open space was full of people. It was extremely lively.
Xia Zhaoyi went back to her room and ate something. After the guys brought hot water, she came out from the shower and sat behind the railing, looking at the crowd of people downstairs.
The storyteller slapped the chopping board, and what he told was "Glaze Burning Opera", which is a story about recruiting talents.
During this period, applause came from downstairs from time to time. Xia Zhaoyi watched quietly. Her ears finally heard some other sounds. She turned around and saw a figure coming up from the corridor.
He is dressed in coarse linen and poorly dressed, and looks to be in his early forties.
The visitor was sneaky and sneaky, and he didn't expect that there was a beautiful girl sitting in the dim light.
After looking at each other for a while, the visitor calmed down, smiled at Xia Zhaoyi, looked elsewhere, and looked calm and magnanimous.
The girl remained motionless, watching him approach.
The man was stared at unnaturally, looking back and forth at her.
"Did the people at the Guiyuan Inn on Tonglin West Street ask you to come here?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
The man was shocked, his face turned pale, and he looked at the girl as if she were seeing a ghost.
Xia Zhaoyi wasn't sure it was this person, but this look made her sure.
"Yes or no?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"No, of course not!"
"You are not a waiter in this inn, so are you a guest? When I call the innkeeper downstairs and ask, if you are not, then you are a thief?"
The man was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "I'm not a thief! Girl, don't talk nonsense! I'm here to find someone!"
"I won't waste time with you," Xia Zhaoyi said, "You do as I say. If you agree, we will be fine. If you don't agree, I will have to send you to the government."
"Why are you sending me to the government? I haven't broken the law!"
Xia Zhaoyi stood up and looked at him calmly: "If you want to incriminate someone, why bother?"
The theater downstairs was gone at three o'clock in the morning.
Zhi Changle and Lao Tong returned upstairs, where Xia Zhaoyi was writing an elegiac couplet in the room.
When the ink is dry, the words on the paper are like dragons swimming in the sky, with majestic momentum and lush green color.
"The bright moon hangs in the sky forever, and the wind festival remains forever."
Zhi Changle and Lao Tong looked at each other and said, "Ah Li, are you going to mourn Mr. Da Han?"
"I'm not going," Xia Zhaoyi put down her pen and said, "I'll ask the guy downstairs to deliver it for me tomorrow."
"That matter about Dongping Academy..." Lao Tong said with concern.
"The affairs of Dongping University are easy to handle," Xia Zhaoyi's eyes fell on the elegiac couplet, "I asked her to help me find Qi Hengxiang, a rich and powerful person tomorrow morning, and put pressure on the government to protect Dongping.
Academy.”
"Is this feasible?"
"It's feasible. It should be Governor Hengxiang's job to save Dongping Academy. They have failed in their duties, so someone has to come forward to remind them what they should do and what they should not stand idly by."
"Speaking of which, Ah Li," Zhi Changle was puzzled, "whose territory is Hengxiang now?"
Xia Zhaoyi paused and said: "Da Qian, it's not Li Qian, it's Da Qian four years ago."
After Li Zhi left Beijing, most of the country's territory lost its owner. The warlords were like jackals, tigers and leopards, feasting on the land and occupying the mountains one after another. Hengxiang was safe and sound because of Dongping Academy, and no one came to fight for it.
In the past four or five years, the salaries of government officials have been supported entirely by taxes from Hengxiang Mansion and the entire 28 counties, 52 villages, and nearly 900,000 people in Hengxiang.
In fact, the area in Nantang County, Zhaozhou is also like this, and there are many scattered places in the world that are like this, like an isolated island in a sea of boiling fire.
It is ironic to say that in times of trouble and dynasties change, when such a place appears, everyone will insist that they are survivors of the previous dynasty and still support and respect their emperor, the so-called Ninth Five-Year Plan.
But as Xia Zhaoyi said to the old man on Liling, it was the emperor who abandoned the world, and the result was an embarrassing situation. People in these places would be confused as to who they were.
"No, that's not right," Xia Zhaoyi said again, "It's not Da Gan."
"That's it?" Zhi Changle and Lao Tong looked at her.
"I almost got myself involved," Xia Zhaoyi smiled and looked at Zhi Changle and Lao Tong, "Daqian may not represent the whole world. Five hundred years ago, there was no Daqian in the world. Who is it? , they should be the descendants of Yan and Huang, the people of China. Only this land is truly endless, from ancient times to the present."
She lowered her eyes and picked up the elegiac couplet with dried ink stains, looked at the words on it, put it away and said calmly: "The beginning of humanities, eternal prosperity, no matter how the dynasties change, the things that remain unchanged are the nation and blood. Just a big cadre , it is not that important. Tomorrow, if Governor Huang still cannot recognize his identity or correct his position, then he should go and apologize to the gentlemen of Dongping Academy with his life."
And, she learned from Zhao Ning that the person who came here was indeed Tianrong Guard.
She still has an old debt to settle with Tianrongwei.
She will never forget the powerlessness and hatred that Lord Zhu Xian felt when he died in her arms.
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At the side door of the back garden of Ning'an Building, a maid slipped in quietly from the outside. There was a maid inside the door who was waiting for her. When she saw her coming back, she quickly asked how she was doing.
The maid named Wu who came back from outside waved her hands and said, "It's still alive. From the looks of it, the baby in her belly should be fine."
"That's good," said maid Li at the door, "do you want the lame one to beat her?"
Wu Wu shook her head: "No, but she is still crying."
"Forget it, just don't fight," said maid Li. "Miss Yiqiu is waiting for the eldest lady upstairs. When she is free, I will talk to her to make her feel more at ease."
"Miss Yiqiu is kind-hearted after all. She has helped so many people over the years, even Zai Chun who pushed the eldest lady to die. I think Zai Chun hates Miss Yiqiu to death."
Servant Li sighed: "Alas."
The two of them whispered and walked forward, but they heard a few more delivery carriages coming outside.
As soon as they wanted to watch the excitement, Wu Wu and Li Wu immediately walked away quickly.
The entire Ning'an Building was brightly lit, and the people still waiting under the lobby at nightfall, except for a few who were locals in Hengxiang, most came from out of town.
Now everyone is looking at cart after cart of clothes and jewelry, being carried upstairs with both hands.
I don’t know what Mrs. Zhao wants to do, but many people speculate that it may be related to the mysterious girl who suddenly appeared today.
Even when Mrs. Zhao's relatives from her home in Huzhou came over, Mrs. Zhao would always use sticks to drive them out, but she didn't know what the background of this sister was.
Seeing another batch being delivered, Xin Shun, who was sitting in the lobby downstairs, frowned. Without waiting for him to speak, Cai Pengyi, who came with him today, spoke first: "Could it be that Ah Li?"
This chapter has been completed!