"If it's this name, then everything makes sense," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "all the confusion can be solved."
"It sounds like you recognize this person."
"My master has a good friend who is a descendant of the Chongmen family. The two characters "Zhongyu" and "Zhongyu" combined together are Chong. Quan Jiuwei was born to Pan Naifeng and his wife. Pan Naifeng's wife, Qiao, insisted on beating him to death when he was still young. Quan Jiuwei was adopted by Chong Menhui. Just when Quan Jiuwei appeared in Xizhou Mansion, and he encountered this name again, if there are no exceptions, it should be him."
Shen Lie nodded: "In this way, the original confusion of Sihai Teahouse can be solved."
Xia Zhaoyi sighed sadly: "Yes."
At the beginning, I was still thinking that there were only a few people who knew about her connection with Sihai Tea House, and Master Dan of Lingchuan Taoist Temple was Xia Zhaoyi’s absolutely trustworthy senior, but this news must have been unintentional by Master Dan. Say what was leaked.
It turns out that this person is Chong Menhui.
In Xia Zhaoyi's impression, she only knew him once, and he was no different from his master's other old friends. They all had a fair and slender appearance.
He didn't know the purpose of what he was doing now. She had never had any grudges with him. He planned to do whatever she wanted.
There are still many pairs of eyes outside Yanbo Tower.
When Shen Lie and Xia Zhaoyi returned, they saw the table full of pastries, a local specialty of Xizhou Prefecture, given by Mu Tingyu.
"Take them to the neighbors," Xia Zhaoyi said to the waiter, "These are enough to divide a lot of people."
The waiter responded, becoming more and more respectful to this girl who looked so noble: "I'll go there tomorrow morning."
Going upstairs to each room, Xia Zhaoyi entered the house and closed the door, but remained standing behind the door.
When she heard that the door to Shen Lie's room was also closed, she waited for a while and then opened it again.
Coincidentally, Shen Lie opened the door almost at the same time.
The two of them were diagonally opposite each other, with a dark bedroom behind them. After staring at each other for a while, Xia Zhaoyi said, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"I remembered that I haven't bathed yet."
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi nodded, hesitated to speak, and finally stopped talking, turned around and closed the door.
Confusion appeared in Shen Lie's dark eyes. He looked at it for a while and then suddenly smiled.
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~Anti-theft below, change it later~
"There are a lot of people outside," Zhi Changle whispered to Xia Zhaoyi, "Looking at the scale, it is still organized. If we give it some time, we might be able to select generals and form a military force."
"Don't be afraid, Miss Ali," Feng Changshi said hurriedly, "They can be stopped outside."
"If we can stop it this time, what about next time?" Zhi Changle asked.
"That's definitely possible."
"The number of refugees is increasing day by day. Where can we go?" Zhi Changle looked back at Xia Zhaoyi and said, "Ah Li, I think we should leave."
Zhi Changle glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the Eight Immortals table and sighed.
"Even if you don't sign, it will always be like this wherever you go," Xia Zhaoyi curled her lips and gave a faint smile, "Brother Zhi, traveling in the state is very chaotic."
"Yes, relatively speaking, Qingxiang Mountain is already very good." Feng Changshi said quickly.
Zhi Changle nodded.
The mountain wind blew outside the hall, bringing with it a chill.
Zhi Changle raised his head and looked at the three statues standing in the hall.
A majestic and kind face, kind and solemn.
"It's a refugee again..." Zhi Changle sighed again, "It's so sad."
Regardless of whether it was Peifeng or the refugee army commanded by Lin Yao.
Still being used by Song Zhiyi and Yan Qinglin, tens of thousands of people were buried outside the capital.
Or maybe these years
Xia Zhaoyi also raised his head and looked towards the sacred elephant.
The candlelight in the hall fell on her smooth face, casting a hazy glow.
Her eyes were clear and bright, the idol looked down quietly, and she also stared at the idol quietly.
"Ah Li, what are you thinking about?" Zhi Changle asked in a low voice.
"I'm thinking that when the world becomes clearer and the world becomes more open," Xia Zhaoyi said softly, "I will eventually see that day in this life."
Zhi Changle looked at her silently, and suddenly had a feeling that the girl's thin, tall and slender figure seemed to be able to bear the entire falling sky.
However, the girl they knew had always been carefree and indifferent to fame and fortune. Would she, who was so carefree and carefree, be willing to shoulder the burden?
And, they didn't want her to carry it, it would be so tiring...
Looking into the distance from the direction of the Taoist temple, the night is deep and the sky and the earth are vast. Those torches are just a thin patch in the whole sky and earth.
Looking at the Taoist temple from a distance, the bright light in the mountain stream is more obvious.
The surrounding flowers, trees, and grass were illuminated by the lights of the Taoist temple, and in the entire dark mid-mountain, there was only one place that was inhabited.
A middle-aged man in ragged clothes and a dirty face stood outside the crowd of refugees. The evening breeze blew across the sky and the earth. He stared helplessly at the lights on the mountain for a long time.
"Sun San, have you thought clearly?" A slightly hoarse voice sounded next to him.
The middle-aged man looked towards him.
The person who spoke was also quite old, and his clothes were ragged, but his face was very clean.
He continued: "If you haven't yet, I won't wait for you. I will find other people who are willing to stand up and help us survive. Otherwise, we will really starve to death."
"Then go find someone else," Sun San said, "Don't look for me."
"Why didn't I hear it?"
"No, what kind of army could it be that fought here?"
"Yes, whose soldiers and horses could it be? Could it be those people from Beiyuan!!"
"This! How is this possible?"
The shopkeeper and the waiter looked pale: "This, this is not bad!"
I immediately had to pack my things more diligently.
As soon as the atmosphere got infected, other people in the inn were ready to leave.
Li Man frowned and stared blankly at the door of the teahouse: "My boss hasn't come back yet!"
Su Yumei opened a crack in the door.
Gradually, people came running, shouting "the army is coming" as they ran.
This time the sound was much clearer, and everyone in the teahouse could hear it clearly.
The people who ran back screamed in fright when they saw the blood on the ground, but they ignored the gangsters who still had knives in their hands and ran around them.
Several gangsters were unaware of the situation and rushed to hold them back for questioning. During the struggle, another person was stabbed.
As more and more people came back, the gangsters panicked and hurriedly called on those who had entered the house to rob them and ran away together.
Several horses galloped over at this moment.
The crowd screamed in shock.
Su Yumei also quickly closed the door, and when she turned around, the teahouse owner and waiter had already disappeared.
Other guests in the inn were also running.
Li Man grabbed Fang Genghou and pushed him behind the empty counter. He also sat on the ground.
Su Heng stepped forward: "Brother, why don't you go together?"
"I'm waiting for my boss." Li Man said.
"Let's go together," Su Yumei said, "something might happen."
"I'm waiting for my boss." Li Man still said.
Su Yumei also went over, straightened the bench opposite him and sat down.
Many pitiful cries for mercy could be heard outside, and the movement became increasingly chaotic.
