Tao Yinhe rode away, leaving He Chuanjiang with a puzzled expression on his face as he watched him leave.
Just now, He Chuanjiang looked at those words repeatedly to confirm that he had read them correctly. What was written above was indeed Qingque Pavilion.
Qingque Pavilion is a complicated place. On the surface it is a teahouse, but in fact it is an agency that communicates information about government affairs and various organizations, including talents, bounties, flying pigeons, strategies, celebrity lists, assassination lists, etc.
Rich people like to buy rights here, powerful people like to buy peace here, and even people who have no worries like to hang out here.
One of the biggest features here is that as long as you spend fifty taels, you can set up a pavilion with a designated name and become the owner of the pavilion for others to come and find.
In the past, most of the bounty and killer organizations had accounts here, waiting for people to come and spend money to hire them. Now, it is some literati who set up accounts just to have a good name and feel that they are noble and noble.
All transactions in Qingque Pavilion are extremely confidential and are handled through Qingque Pavilion. In order to protect their century-old reputation, Qingque Pavilion is very strict. Unless the owner of the pavilion is willing to disclose it, they will not easily reveal who they are, even if some murder cases
The people involved in the imperial court came here to inquire, and Qingque Pavilion was able to block it.
Not recognizing justice, not recognizing conscience, not recognizing family, not recognizing country, the entire Qingque Pavilion is like a numb and cold machine, but it is just a corner of the dark market.
However, in recent years, Qingque Pavilion has become more and more inclined to romantic poems and songs. Talents and beauties like to come here to be arty. There are not many people who really know what Qingque Pavilion was originally for.
He Chuanjiang raised his hand and touched his beard, wondering who wrote those words. He subconsciously asked if it was written by a girl, but now that he thinks about it, it shouldn't be possible.
Calligraphy relies on practice. If you practice over time, no matter how talented you are, you will never be able to write so steadily.
Who was the ghostwriter? Maybe it was the ghostwriter who gave the little girl the idea of Qingque Pavilion.
After all, those who can set up a number in Qingque Pavilion are either rich or noble. Ordinary people are busy with food and travel for a living, so few are aware of the existence of such a Qingque Pavilion.
He Chuanjiang sighed, the words of this author really made him feel like making friends.
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From a distance, he saw the city gate open and Tao Yinhe coming out of the city gate. Lao Tong looked at Xia Zhaoyi and said, "This person looks like a general."
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi nodded.
"I didn't expect that a general would come in person."
"I didn't expect that maybe the war in Xicheng would be less intense." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Those people were talking outside the city gate. Tao Yinhe walked towards the injured person lying on the stretcher, did a rough inspection, and then asked people to carry the injured person in, and then the others followed.
The girl supported the old woman and looked back towards Xia Zhaoyi before entering the city gate.
Xia Zhaoyi and Lao Tong were standing on the mountain, blocked by lush trees, making it difficult to capture them.
The girl looked around but couldn't find it. Feeling a little regretful and lonely, she turned around and followed the others.
Not to mention such troubled times, even if they are not troubled times, we may not encounter them again in the future.
The city gate closed again.
"They left." Lao Tong said.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and turned around: "Let's go too."
"Um."
The weather is very sunny, and the sun is pouring down on the mountains, rivers and cities.
After walking for a moment, a river appeared at the bottom of the hillside.
There was a boat leaning against the river. Zhi Changle was sitting in the boat taking care of Pang Yi. Qingyun was grazing on the bank. The rattan on its body was tightly connected to the hull of the boat.
The river channel is not wide enough and the hull draft is not enough, so we can only rely on manpower to pull it.
Zhi Changle and Lao Tong each held a cane and together with Qingyun, took the boat downstream. Xia Zhaoyi walked at the front and cleared away the sharp stones on both sides.
When they finally arrived at the riverside, a huge river breeze blew. Zhi Changle and Lao Tong stopped to take a deep breath. For the first time, they felt that the river breeze was so comfortable.
"Oh my God." Zhi Changle suddenly shouted.
Lao Tong and Xia Zhaoyi raised their heads.
Zhi Changle stretched out his finger: "Look! Look!"
The water in the upper stream was turbulent and turbid. The yellow color was soil and the red color was blood. There were also large bodies floating on some water surfaces, many of which were blocked by the rocks on the riverside and piled up into mounds.
Old Tong looked at them from a distance and said, "These corpses don't seem to be soldiers."
"The blood is fresh. It may have flowed from the battlefield. As for the corpses... they may be people who starved to death. Zhao Ming would not let anyone throw the corpses into the river." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Moreover, many of those corpses had lost their appearance, some were highly decomposed, some were swollen due to soaking, and they had been dead for many days.
Lao Tong said lightly: "This is really..."
"I want to pay homage..." Zhi Changle looked towards them.
"It's up to you." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Zhi Changle walked forward, knelt down, and kowtowed heavily to the corpse on the river in the distance. He raised his hands in salute, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times.
Lao Tong raised his eyebrows, walked up, and knelt down together.
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After pulling the boat onto the river, Qingyun's rattan was untied. Old Tong led Qingyun onto the boat and tied Qingyun to the stern of the boat.
There is a low table, a pile of wood, and two small benches on the boat.
Xia Zhaoyi stood on the bow of the boat and looked up into the distance. The river wind blew her broken hair around, and her fair face was reflected in the river sky. Her features were clean, calm and peaceful.
The oars were embedded in the middle of the hull. Lao Tong and Zhi Changle ferried together. When the boat completely entered the river, the torrential water flow drove the slippery speed, and the boat drifted far away in no time.
Lao Tong and Zhi Changle rarely took a boat, and they were both a little scared. When they looked up, they saw the girl's thin figure sitting on the bow of the boat with her knees in her arms. In the wind and waves, she was unfazed and calm.
"Ah Li!" Lao Tong shouted, "It's a bit too dangerous over there!"
Xia Zhaoyi couldn't hear anything. Now she was riding the wind and waves, and her ears were filled with the whistling of the wind. She looked at the sky in the distance, her eyes far away, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Is that a boat?" Lin Zongqi shouted in a low voice.
Li Xiao was looking at the distant river. Hearing this, he looked towards where Lin Zongqi was looking and nodded: "It seems so."
The river was turbulent, and the boat was sailing very fast. Fortunately, the river was flat and open, with no sharp turns. Otherwise, the boat would have capsized long ago in such a rapid flow of water.
"How can there be a ship at a time like this?" Cai He said from the side.
"There is someone on the bow of the boat." Li Xiao said, and then he stepped forward suddenly, his dark eyes fixed on the figure on the bow of the boat.
It's too far away to see clearly, but I can vaguely tell it's a child or a girl!
"There are people in the boat too," Lin Zongqi stared over there, his eyes almost blurred, and shouted, "There seems to be a horse?"
Is it her?!
Not sure.
But he would rather admit his mistake than let it go. He had to investigate carefully!
"Let's go!" Li Xiao turned around and strode towards his mount, "Let's go! Let me catch up with this ship!"
