In the middle of the night, the lights are quiet, and an orchid boat is tied to the bank of willows, gently swaying full of moonlight.
Wang Ziqiao untied the cable from the wooden stake, stepped onto the boat, and said calmly: "Your Excellency has been following me for so long, and if you don't show up, Wang will leave."
Amidst the roaring laughter, a tall man walked out of the shadows and cupped his hands: "Mr. Zi Qiao is truly well-deserved! Shi Le asked himself that he had been tiptoeing along the way, hiding his whereabouts, but he still couldn't hide it from Mr.'s discernment."
"Shi Le——" Prince Qiao shook his head slightly, "Wang has never heard of it."
Shi Le shrugged: "I'm just an unknown person from the Dayan Embroidery Department. I came to Jiankang to work as an inquirer and make a living. It's not surprising that you haven't heard of it, sir."
The Embroidered Clothes Department is a spy agency set up by King Murong Guan of the Great Yan Dynasty. It has minions spread across all nations and is responsible for collecting intelligence and arresting secret criminals. Prince Qiao frowned and said: "Wang has no relationship with the Embroidered Clothes Department."<
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Shi Le smiled and said: "I have been paying attention to Mr. for a long time. It was not easy to find an opportunity to be alone with Mr. There are some things I don't know whether to say or not."
"Then there's no need to talk about it." Wang Ziqiao pointed his toe, and the orchid boat made ripples and slid into the distance. This man may seem bold, but in fact he is very scheming, but he is really playing tricks with this extraterrestrial demon.<
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"It's not worth it for me to do it for you!" Shi Le stood on the shore and sighed. "Sir, his talent is astonishing and his reputation is so great. It's a pity that he has wasted his years in the lavish Jiankang City and became a free guest of a wealthy family looking for fun.
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Seeing that Wang Ziqiao seemed to be listening, he hurriedly said: "Sir, please forgive me for my shallow words. Today's Taoism excludes dissidents, and the aristocratic families are arrogant and extravagant. You, sir, have all your abilities, but there is no place for heroes to use them."
With burning eyes, he waded into the river and strode towards Wang Ziqiao: "My great lord of Yan is wise and mighty, and he is thirsty for talents. Sir, why don't you come to my great lord Yan to seek hegemony together?"
Prince Qiao stared into Shi Le's eyes, and in the depths of his gray-yellow pupils shone a ray of ambition. He smiled, this was a character, maybe he could be a new chess piece in the game?
Shi Le held the boat cable with his hand, bowed and said, "Shi Le is not talented, but I would like to drive the boat for you, so that I can do the hard work of dogs and horses." He has an extraordinary bearing and a sincere voice. Although he considers himself a lowly person, his demeanor is free and easy.
No humility.
"Is this just your own intention?" Wang Ziqiao took a deep look at Shi Le, "You want to recommend me to gain a career path for yourself? You must have been in the Embroidery Department during your early days, right?
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Shi Le smiled calmly: "This is a matter of mutual benefit. Sir, how can a real man live in this world and be mediocre and drift with the crowd?" He straightened his majestic back and looked at Zixiong with a stern look.
"I want to cooperate with Mr. Wang, are you qualified?" Wang Ziqiao thought for a while and suddenly sneered.
Shi Le couldn't help but be shocked. Prince Qiao's eyes were as sharp as needles. Through the water, he deliberately wandered for a while at the poor stitching on Shi Le's robe and the hemp shoes with cracked toes. "A down-and-out little spy wants to get something out of me."
Any benefits?" His tone was contemptuous, infiltrating the unique magic power of the evil demon outside the territory, calming the soul and directly touching the mind.
Shi Le's body trembled. Wang Ziqiao flicked his long sleeve and threw an ingot of gold worth ten ounces, and threw it towards Shi Le. "Get out of here!"
With a "pop" sound, the gold ingot fell into the river, and the cold water splashed on Shi Le's face and slowly dripped down the corners of his eyes.
Being able to become Wang's chess piece is a blessing in your life! Prince Qiao turned around indifferently and never looked at him again.
Shi Le stood upright, loosening the cable, the orchid boat drifted away, and the moonlight over the river shook into sharp fragments.
After a long time, Shi Le slowly bent down, picked up the gold ingot from the bottom of the river, and held it tightly. The bright light of the gold stung his eyes.
"Today's shame will never be forgotten by Shi Le."
Wang Ziqiao sailed up the river in a small boat and quietly approached the eastern suburbs of the city.
The forest is lush, the mountain sky is silent at night, and a high platform looms on the peak. The platform is named "Zhiyin" because Zhongya, the former harp saint, and Qi Feiyan, the successor of Guigu's colorful feather dance, met on the high platform. From then on, the harp and dance combined to create a good story.<
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Wang Ziqiao stepped off the orchid boat and climbed up the mountain steps.
In the dense shadows on both sides, the cold light of iron armor shone faintly, and the night wind also revealed a chill, like a string of taut bow strings. Wang Ziqiao turned a blind eye and slowly walked up to the Zhiyin Platform at the top of the mountain.
The moon was as white as frost, and the wind was as cool as water. A slender man turned his back to him, holding on to the railing, facing the Huai River in the south, tapping the red railing with a crystal-white jade hairpin. "Du-du-du" a cold voice sounded.
An echo...
The sound of the flute sounded faintly. Wang Ziqiao pressed the hole of the flute lightly and played in the wind. It was his famous song "Huating is Hard to Return" written by Jiankang.
The man turned around gracefully, with his wide sleeves waving, like a white crane spreading its wings under the moon, dancing up and down in response to the melodious sound of the flute. On the high platform, the moonlight accumulated in the water and the sky was clear, and the dancing bamboo shadows flowed on the man's white clothes, like algae and cattails.
Light and darkness change.
The sound of the flute harmonizes with the dancing posture, and the dancing posture harmonizes with the sound of the flute. At first, the wind is cool, like the pulsation of a cold spring, and the dense forest is silent. Suddenly, the sound of the flute rises high, sonorous and passionate, turning into an iron horse, breaking through the glacier. The man bangs the knot with a bang.
, the body posture is ups and downs, the movements become majestic and masculine, the heroic posture is vigorous, the swinging sleeves, the billowing hem of the robe, and the flying belt all reveal the edge.
More than a hundred years ago, Lu Ji, a prominent member of the Huating Lu family, fought a decisive battle with his childhood friend Pei Changhuan, the young leader of the Tianmo Sect, on the Nu River. He was defeated and committed suicide. Before his death, Lu Ji sadly sighed: "Huating cranes are roaring,
How can I hear it again?" Pei Changhuan hugged his friend and cried bitterly, composed the song "It's Hard to Return to Huating", and then quit the Tianmo Sect.
The high-pitched flute sound gradually subsided, the sadness returned, and the moonlight dimmed it. The man danced in a melancholy manner, wandering up and down, like a lonely crane with folded wings, looking at the reed pond in his hometown in the distance, and letting out a mournful cry.
The sound of the flute is dim and faint, like wisps scattered in the melting moonlight. The man's wide sleeves are drooped, his head is raised and his waist is bent, and he is in a trance like Lu Ji from a hundred years ago, looking back at his hometown with regret.
A drop of cold night dew fell from the bamboo leaves and fell on the hole of the flute, casting a clear light. Wang Ziqiao put down the jade flute and leaned on the railing to look far away. Maybe in his whole life, he would never be able to return to the world of evil spirits outside the territory. p>
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"Zi Qiao." The man stood up slowly and smiled at Zi Qiao, "This song 'Huating is Hard to Come Back', even if Pei Changhuan came in person and Lu Ji came back to life, he would not be able to play it better than you."
"The sound of music is just human desire." Wang Ziqiao looked away and said calmly.
The man walked up to Wang Ziqiao and said, "I'm really curious, how can you play the flute music so touchingly and pathos, yet remain indifferent yourself?"
"Qingyue, you know." Wang Ziqiao turned his head and looked at the man's clear profile face quietly, "This is my nature."
"But this may not be your original intention."
"Where do I get my true intention? People and things come to me easily and leave without a trace."
"What about coming and going? There will always be something left behind." Gao Qingyue opened her palms and held them up to the night sky. The wind passed through her jade-white fingers. "The wind passed by without leaving a trace, but my fingers touched it."
Got it. Zi Qiao, your heart may be empty, but when the sound of the flute falls in other people’s ears, it will no longer be empty.”
Prince Qiao was silent for a while, then said: "Let's get down to business. Is Yan Chulang a helper invited by Buddhism?"
Gao Qingyue said: "There is a Buddhist monk named Dao'an who is a good friend of Yan Chinglang. You don't know yet, but Yan Chinglang has already said that if the Taoist sect dares to kill monks arbitrarily, he will also kill them.
Kill all the juniors of the Taoist sect."
Wang Ziqiao said: "Isn't that right?"
Gao Qingyue smiled leisurely: "Of course it's good. Let him be the leader and charge into battle for you and me. Zi Qiao, how about I find someone to kill Dao'an and inspire him to do it?"
Wang Ziqiao pondered for a moment and said: "This can be left as a backup plan. Let King Jinming and Dao Sect have a head-on confrontation first."
Gao Qingyue said: "Your Majesty has been worrying about gains and losses these days. He wants to unify the royal power, but he also doesn't want to completely break with the Taoist sects of the aristocratic families. Therefore, he has issued an edict and scheduled it to be held on the Double Ninth Festival in September. The Buddhist sect and the Dajin Taoist sect will hold a debate on the Taoist altar at Zhongshan in the north of the city.
If Buddhism wins, His Majesty will set aside a temple in Kyoto and give it as a place for Buddhism to preach. If it loses, Buddhism will go back home and return to the spiritual wasteland."
Wang Ziqiao said solemnly: "If you want to change the world and subvert the general trend, Buddhism must not be defeated!"
"I will try my best." Gao Qingyue sighed softly, "Is things going well over there?"
Prince Qiao nodded and said: "The other party can't find anything from Pan Anren. I have already done everything. As for Yongning Marquis, I have also made arrangements for it. There will definitely be no changes."
Gao Qingyue patted the railing: "You have found a good choice for the heir apparent. 'Kyoto is a hundred miles prosperous, and I just rode a white horse through it.' Even after I heard this, I felt so proud."
"That kid is difficult to deal with. Somehow, I always feel that I can't see through him. Fortunately, now that he has entered the Marquis Mansion, his life and death are in my hands. But -" Wang Ziqiao looked at the vast Huai River in the distance. According to legend, the Huai River
There is an undercurrent under the water, leading directly to the endless sea beyond the eight wastelands.
"It's just, Qingyue, are you really ready?" Prince Qiao said quietly, "You have already practiced the combination of void and void, and you have almost broken the void, and you have been able to see forever. But you want to play this game of chess with me, so you are not afraid of trouble.
The day when you will be defeated and your body will be shattered into pieces?"
Gao Qingyue smiled casually, the moonlight was bright and clear, and his white clothes were whiter than snow, as if all the dust in the world could not fall on him.
"As you said, it's easy to come and go without a trace."
In Yongninghou Mansion, at the bottom of the glass bowl, two drops of blood slowly touched each other and merged together.