Early the next morning, Chen Baoxiang took the basket and went to the back door of Luoyuan Mansion first.
He did not approach the door directly, but observed from a distance.
Not many people came in and out of the back door. He saw a few people he knew before were chatting in the yard, laughing and joking, nothing changed from usual.
Separated from that courtyard by a wall is the place where people are kept in the Luoyuan Mansion.
Chen Baoxiang heard them say that there are a total of six "light rooms" on the ground and twelve "dark rooms" on the underground level.
Further down, there is a second underground floor, which is called the "haunted house".
Chen Baoxiang remembered what they said: "A haunted house, a haunted house, a place where even ghosts don't want to live. In a haunted house, life is worse than death, and it is better to be a ghost with a knife. Unfortunately, when you get to that place, it is difficult to even want to be a ghost. It's ironclad."
Any man can be slowly ground into iron slag."
Now, Xu Huzi is inside, and the Jianghu forces have targeted him. Not to save his life, but to save the secret in his belly.
The pork at the rice shop was delivered by the butchers on time. Chen Baoxiang was carrying the vegetable basket. He didn't really need to buy vegetables, it was just an excuse.
After leaving Luoyuan Mansion, Chen Baoxiang went to Furong Street and secretly observed all the way.
There are still Japanese spies on the street, wearing black coats and carrying bird cages, walking around with piercing eyes.
These people are not to be messed with. They have great power. As long as you are targeted by them, you will either lose money and avoid disaster, or be taken away directly. Good people will turn into gangsters, and eventually they will lose their lives and money.
Arriving at the middle section of Furong Street, there is the Guandi Temple on the right and the Yuqian Cheongsam Shop on the left.
Chen Baoxiang stopped and looked around.
A man selling candied haws on a stick passed by, and a waiter came out of the cheongsam shop, bought two bunches of candied haws, and then opened the door and went in.
Chen Baoxiang knew clearly that Liancheng Bi was not inside, but he couldn't help but glance inside several times.
People who traveled to Canghai uncovered the secret of Liancheng Bi, and Chen Baoxiang knew that she had such a glorious past.
"People cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. Jinan is a drop in the ocean of China, and I, Chen Baoxiang, am a drop in the ocean of Jinan. I am still far from those real heroes!"
You Canghai doubted him and thought that Chief Han might have handed over the leading car to him. This was really wrong.
Chen Baoxiang stamped his feet. A small piece of residual snow on the toe of his shoe stuck firmly and could not be shaken off.
He bent down and flicked it, and Can Xue flew out.
"Follow me."
The man selling candied haws passed by him and whispered his orders.
Chen Baoxiang heard from the voice that it turned out to be Gu Lanchun in Tsing Yi.
He followed immediately, and the two of them passed the east wall alley of the Fuxue Confucian Temple and arrived at the south bank of Daming Lake.
"Why are you? You actually know the art of disguise? I heard that you are living a good life in Dafeng Mountain, so I feel relieved..."
Chen Baoxiang's speech was incoherent and he didn't know what to say.
"What's so great about the art of disguise? Nine out of ten opera singers know something about it. You ruined my big job, so I have no choice but to come back."
Chen Baoxiang was speechless. Gu Lanchun seemed to be blaming him, but his voice was soft and not sharp.
"Children love each other long while heroes are short-tempered. Sometimes, if you don't stick to trivial matters when doing big things, you have to give up a lot of things. Boss Chen, don't ask for any more information about me, and don't go to Miss Lian. This circle is not for you."
A gust of wind blew up Gu Lanchun's clothes.
Her disguise skills are very good. If she didn't take the initiative to greet Chen Baoxiang, he would think that he was just a clumsy country man. She was as good as Gu Lanchun in Tsing Yi on the stage.
"If you want to go to Luoyuan Mansion, I have a way, but I advise you not to mistakenly enter the Dragon Pond and Tiger's Den. Boss Gu, that is not a place for people to stay. The bright room is for newspaper reporters to take pictures. The dark room below,
The haunted house at the bottom... don't cause trouble, you can't afford to offend the Japanese, people will really die!"
Gu Lanchun touched his sleeve, took out a gold bar, and handed it to Chen Baoxiang.
"I don't want gold, I just want you to leave Jinan safely -"
"Where can I go after leaving Jinan? I arrived at Dafeng Mountain, and I just settled down temporarily, so what? The vast land, the desolate mountains and rivers, and the fertile and fertile Central Plains can no longer accommodate a small stage. You say, I sing opera
What’s the use? What can we do if we leave Jinan?”
Chen Baoxiang had nothing to say. After the battle at Plum Blossom Mansion, Gu Lanchun's name would never appear on theater posters.
A chaotic battle ruined Gu Lanchun's path to the stage.
Of course, as Gu Lanchun said, if the mountains and rivers are broken and the eyes are full of beacon smoke, what can we do if we sing well?
"Boss Chen, I don't need you, so I have a way to get in. I just want to tell you, don't come to Yuqian Cheongsam Shop again... If you don't bother me, it will be the greatest help."
Chen Baoxiang was stunned. In front of the people from the Sharpshooter Association and the Eighth Front Army, he was calm and collected and would not reveal any flaws.
Only when facing Gu Lanchun did he feel more anxious every time.
He wanted to help, so that Gu Lanchun would be safe and no longer face danger. However, these were troubled times, and Jinan City was trampled under the iron hooves of the Japanese.
He was just a small person, with very short wings. He could at most obscure the entire family, so how could he possibly protect Gu Lanchun.
"You have done great things, and I can't compare with you. However, at least if you want to stay in Jinan City and have a meal, come to my rice shop. I can make the decision."
Chen Baoxiang heard his voice trembling and seemed about to cry.
He had never felt this kind of collapse before, because he knew that Gu Lanchun was prepared to die if he wanted to enter Luoyuan Mansion.
Maybe this time is the final farewell.
"Why? Why do you all go in? If it's for thirty thousand taels of gold or a leading car, what's the need? Chief Han has owned the leading car for many years. After squeezing it out of Chief Zhang's hands, he gathered a large number of wise men to study
The secret of the leading car has never been cracked... Forget it, forget it, Boss Gu, it is better to live well than to live quietly in troubled times, isn't it? "
"Kuangwu and I were fishing and woodcutting on the river bank. We were friends with fish, shrimps, and elk. We rode a small boat with a leaf, and raised bottles to show our friendship. We sent mayflies to the sky and the earth, a drop in the vast sea. I mourned for a moment in my life, and I envy you.
The infinity of the Yangtze River. Carrying flying immortals to fly around, holding the bright moon to its end. I don't know how unexpected it is, but it is left behind in the sad wind - Su Dongpo's "Red Cliff Ode" has won my heart."
Chen Baoxiang also read "Red Cliff Ode", and the words "a drop in the ocean" made him feel deeply sad.
Things are unpredictable and life is lonely.
A drop in the ocean is nothing to rely on.
Therefore, he lives in the small streets of Jinan City, hiding in rice shops, hoping to live well and in peace until the dynasty changes and the Japanese are driven out of power.
"Boss Chen, it is precisely because we are just a drop in the ocean that we should seize the day and fight to the death for the prosperity of China. Even if we are just a little bit brighter, we can make the Japanese invaders tremble in fear. I, the tens of millions of people in China, every one of us
We are fireflies. If we unite together, we can illuminate the sun and the moon, swallow up the mountains and rivers with anger, and drive the little Japanese devils down to the East China Sea to feed the fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs..."
Gu Lanchun tightened his grip on the grass pole with candied haws on it, and his voice became extremely tragic.
Deep in the lake, two sand gulls suddenly flew up, circled around the pavilion in the center of the lake and chirped, and did not go away for a long time.
"Boss Chen, I am that gull. I could have spread my wings and left here, but my homeland is hard to leave, and I refuse to live in peace at the end of the world. This beautiful land has been owned by us Chinese for generations, why should we give it to the Japanese devils?