The oars paddled through the thin water, with clear sounds of instructions. The night wind added to the chaos, ruffling the water surface and creating circles of ripples.
Two fishing boats docked at the shore. The swordsmen disembarked first, pushing pieces of reeds to both sides to clear the way. Then Dongfang Shi got off the boat holding a lamp.
Fan Zhuyi and Yu Xiaozhou were on the second boat. When Yu Xiaozhou was pushed off the shore, he looked up and saw that the lantern in Dongfang Shi's hand had been replaced by another one.
He was still wearing red clothes, but it seemed that he had also changed. He was originally an orange-red clothes with wide sleeves, but now it was a red robe with hibiscus flowers and a damask, with a dark black gold-threaded belt tied around his waist.
The group walked forward for about half a mile when two swordsmen appeared and greeted them quickly: "Sir!"
Yu Xiaozhou could see that the two of them were in a hurry, but Dongfang Shi still walked leisurely and slowly, saying calmly: "Speak slowly."
"Wang Er has been out of contact for many days. Today, after inquiries from many parties, it is confirmed that he has been arrested. If Ah Li can find Tai Zicang, or a painter like Tai Zicang, then..."
Dongfang Shi paused for a moment and said: "It seems that these people are all useless. Now, there is only Lin Wumei left."
"Lin Wumei has always been with Mr. Lu."
Dongfang Shi clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Lv Wuwei is so arrogant. Lin Wumei's brothers and sisters died miserably one by one, and Lu Wuwei dared to keep her by his side."
"Can you write to Mr. Lu and ask him to get rid of Lin Wumei?"
Dongfang Shi walked while looking at the water along the river, and said in a brisk tone: "No matter what the noisy things are, if Lu Wuwei doesn't have this consciousness, then he is a idiot, so he can use his life to be a martyr for the Lord."
"Well, by the way, sir, there is one more thing. We just left yesterday, and about an hour later a group of more than thirty people appeared. They seem to be King Guangming's people."
"Ying Jinliang?"
"Well, it is said that Lin Qingfeng has another identity, that is Ying Jinliang's Lin Fengyi."
"Ah?" Dongfang Shi blinked, "Lin Qingfeng, Ying Jinliang's Lin Fengyi?"
Dongfang Shi turned around and looked at Fan Zhuyi and Yu Xiaozhou behind him.
Fan Zhuyi said coldly: "Don't look at me, I don't know, I'm not familiar with her."
"So, what about you?" Dongfang Shi looked at Yu Xiaozhou, "How much do you know?"
Yu Xiaozhou opened his mouth and said: "She is a mean-spirited person, and she can do anything for her husband. Except for Ying Jinliang, she is also Bai Xiuyu's wife! Bai Xiuyu is a military advisor under Yun Bozhong!"
"Well, is there anything else?"
"What else?" Yu Xiaozhou shook his head, "I don't know."
Dongfang Shi showed his half-smiling expression again, turned his gaze to Fan Zhuyi, looked him up and down, and then looked away.
The wind on the river is getting stronger and stronger, and the clouds in the high places are as light as gauze, being carried far away by the wind. The side of the thin clouds gives the moon a light golden edge.
Yu Xiaozhou followed them through the long stone road. The salty river breeze carried the fragrance of vegetation and a faint medicinal fragrance.
A spacious courtyard sits by the river. Four identical lanterns hang in front of the courtyard door. They are the same as the two mentioned by Dongfang Shi today. They are all made of exquisite craftsmanship and exquisite design.
The aroma of the medicine became stronger and stronger. When they entered, Yu Xiaozhou heard the voice of the woman that he never wanted to hear again in his life.
She was coughing and talking to someone while coughing. Her voice was muted and she couldn't hear clearly.
"Is this medicinal fragrance used to treat her illness?" Fan Zhuyi suddenly asked.
"Yes," Dongfang Shi said, "Besides her, there is another person."
"who?"
"I don't know if you recognize him or not," Dongfang Shi looked at another room, which was dark and without any light, "He calls himself Mo Haizhu."
"Him?" Fan Zhuyi narrowed his eyes and looked towards the room, "He is actually still alive."
Bian Yuanfeng was posted behind the door.
He kept his ears open to listen to what was going on outside. When he heard someone coming in outside the courtyard door, he quietly got out of bed.
The words "Still alive" made his eyes harden. He didn't know who the visitor was, but he seemed to know him.
Lin Qingfeng also heard the sounds outside, stopped talking, and turned to look at the window.
She was very weak now, her face was pale, and there was no trace of blood in her face.
There was only a buckwheat pillow made of crimson-dyed floral cloth in front of the bed she was leaning on. The sounds outside made her blink her eyes lightly. Her droopy and innocent eyes revealed a pitiful look.
Soon, the footsteps of those people came outside her door.
A swordsman pushed open the door, and the light from the lamp in Dongfang Shi's hand illuminated the earthen house with only one candle.
Lin Qingfeng opened her eyes slightly, and there seemed to be water in her eyes. She looked at him with a flickering look, not hiding her admiration.
"I brought two of your old acquaintances here." Dongfang Shi said.
Lin Qingfeng turned her eyes and saw Fan Zhuyi and Yu Xiaozhou coming in from the door. She was startled and almost failed.
Fan Zhuyi looked cold and showed no emotion.
Yu Xiaozhou was different. The look he was giving her made him want to swallow her alive.
Lin Qingfeng calmed down and looked at Dongfang Shi: "Are they your guests?"
"No." Dongfang Shi replied.
"So, are you a prisoner?" Lin Qingfeng's voice was hoarse and she said delicately, "Like me?"
"Stop pretending!" Yu Xiaozhou stepped forward, "You are not like this. Where did your previous arrogance and domineering go? What are you pretending to do now?!"
"Alas," Dongfang Shi said calmly without looking back, "How could you speak so loudly in front of me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a swordsman stepped forward, raised his hand and gave Yu Xiaozhou a mouthful.
Yu Xiaozhou almost fell down, covering his face and staring at the swordsman.
The swordsman was about to raise his hand again, but Yu Xiaozhou covered his face and backed away quickly.
"No," Dongfang ten lamps were placed on the table, "You are not a prisoner, they are."
As he came in, the two women who were talking to Lin Qingfeng in the room stepped aside.
Dongfang Shi raised his finger, and the two women took their leave.
Lin Qingfeng looked at Fan Zhuyi, who still had that icy look in his eyes.
Lin Qingfeng curled her lips and smiled weakly: "In the little half a year since I was captured, none of you have thought of saving me."
"You were caught on the front foot, and I was caught on the back foot."
"You were arrested too? Who was it?"
Fan Zhuyi said angrily: "Ah Li!"
Hearing this name, Lin Qingfeng's eyes became fierce and angry: "It's her again. Those people hate people with the surname Qiao the most, and that's Ah Li. She doesn't know what means she used to make them believe that my surname is also Qiao!"
Fan Zhuyi looked at her: "Then what? We tortured you? Why are you not dead?"
Lin Qingfeng looked sad, lowered his eyes, and became more and more pitiful: "For the past six months, I have been locked in the dungeon by them. Apart from me, there are sixteen people in there, all descendants of the Qiao family. They have not used torture for the time being, and
After my argument, he had doubts about my identity, so he didn’t even touch me."
Bian Yuanfeng had returned to bed. He was separated by an earthen wall and was listening to what was going on here. His nails dug deeply into his palms, almost drawing blood.
