Although it was possible to borrow a knife to kill someone, it would be a danger of raising a tiger. After much deliberation, Yan An decided to keep a backup plan. He visited his old friend overnight, but the old friend's book boy said that he was out.
Yan'an then asked: "Where has he gone? When will he return?"
The book boy hesitated and said: "Flower boat in the meander of the river."
Yan'an knew where that place was as soon as he heard it.
Asking his old friend which flower boat he was patronizing, he immediately asked the driver to divert to Hequli. Hequli is the most prosperous and lively place in the capital. Even if the moon is high in the sky, the place is still crowded with tourists.
The lights are brightly lit, like daylight.
Both literati, elegant guests and Jianghu knights like to hang out here, and countless romantic stories of crazy men and resentful women were born.
This kind of place is rarely found in Yan'an.
But his old friend is a frequent visitor here.
As soon as he boarded the flower boat, a waiter who had been waiting for a long time came forward to greet him and asked with a smile: "Is this the banquet man?"
Yan'an said: "My surname is indeed Yan."
The boy's brows were filled with joy, he smiled attentively, and turned around to lead the way: "That must be you, Sir! Follow me..."
Yan'an asked: "Someone asked you to wait for me here?"
I already have a choice in mind.
"Yes, the young man has been waiting here for most of an hour!" The wind in this season is not very friendly, and the young man's clothes are not thick. Now his hands are red from the cold, and it is as if he has touched a large piece of ice.
Bingtuozi, he added with a smile, "I've been waiting for you to come."
Yanan had already guessed who was waiting for him.
Walk to a private room on the third floor of Huachuan.
The waiter respectfully pushed open the hollow flower door, and the hot air carrying the rich scent of rouge blew into his face. Yan Anxin secretly said that his old friend liked it as always, and put on the wooden clogs handed over by the maid. Walking around the screen, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard clearly.
into his ears.
In the elegant room——
The young man, who was wearing only a moon-white undershirt, covered his eyes with a woman's fragrant handkerchief and was playing games with a few people.
As soon as Yan An came in, he happened to receive a bear hug from the young man. The cold air on Yan An's clothes had not completely dissipated, so the young man knew something was wrong when he touched it. He raised his hand and grabbed the handkerchief off. Seeing Yan An's face clearly,
Interested: "Ah, why is it Xingning?"
Yanan calmly opened his hand.
"Sounding disappointed?"
The young man threw the veil into his arms and sneered: "You are good-looking, but you have to be self-aware. How can you, a smelly grown man, be as pleasing to any of the girls present? Besides, everything is not allowed to be published.
Sanbao Palace. You are here to seek bad luck for me, why don’t you let me say a few words of disdain? That doesn’t make sense!”
Yan'an was disliked by the young man, but he was neither angry nor angry. He still smiled. The young man secretly rolled his eyes, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them back one by one. But he didn't organize them very much, and it looked very immodest.
Yanan glanced at the gambling equipment scattered on the ground and said, "Long time no see, do you want to talk about a game?"
The young man raised his hand and rejected his invitation.
"No, no, I'll talk to you for two rounds. I'll have to strip naked and jump out of the meandering river to swim back. It's so cold that it could cost me half my life."
Young people have two preferences.
One is to look at beauties, and the other is to play cards with others.
If you stack buffs, you can gain double happiness by playing cards with beauties. Others come to the flower boat in Hequ for fun. If they are having fun, it is normal to be away from home for three to five days. But the young man comes here just to play cards.
There are various chips.
One time, I lost so much that I ran home naked.
To say it's embarrassing is to say it's really embarrassing.
It's just that the person involved didn't take it seriously, and as a friend, I couldn't say anything. Anyway, it wasn't his face that was being embarrassed.
Yanan laughed and said: "You also know that your gambling luck is very bad? Then you still gamble happily?"
In fact, someone's gambling luck cannot be described as bad, because there is no word "win" in his gambling game!
Anyone can beat him. "Every bet must be lost." If you don't stop in time, you will definitely lose everything.
"Just because I know, I never gamble money, let alone my life." The young man waved his hand, and the musicians and dancers in the private room retired. In the end, only the young man and Yan'an were left. The young man changed his relaxed and comfortable mood,
He said seriously, "I know your intention."
Yanan asked: "Do you know?"
The young man smiled and said: "What happened in today's court meeting has been spread all over the place. What else could you do to come here at this time? I was originally planning to pack up and leave overnight, but after thinking about it I decided to stay. Don't think too much, it's not that I changed my mind.
…”
Worried about Yanan's misunderstanding, the young man simply opened his mouth and spoke.
"It's impossible for me to give Zheng Qiao half the help."
Yan'an sighed: "But Junior Brother..."
"He is no longer your junior brother!" The young man left all night carrying the newspaper baggage just for the sake of the banquet. He didn't want to hear the news that Zheng Qiao tortured and killed his fellow senior brother one day, "Xingning, in the interest of our past friendship, I advise you
Give up on him. None of the things he did were 'justifiable'! This man's crimes are too numerous to describe!"
The young man couldn't bear to see Yan'an look downcast, but he continued to talk cruelly. He named more than thirty people in a row, and each one of them was a famous person. The only thing they had in common was that they died at the hands of Zheng Qiao, and some of them were members of the same family.
Being carried.
The young man said: "Since ancient times, no tyrant can last long. Zheng Qiao will die without a burial place. Xingning, if you help him now, you will harm more innocent people. You have respected the famous scholar all your life. You can't bear to be famous after your death."
Destroyed because of Zheng Qiao?"
The "Yan Mingshi" mentioned by young people refers to the father of Yan'an.
Yan'an said: "But my father didn't let him go before he died..."
When the young man heard this, he knew that he could not persuade him.
He said: "In that case, that's all, I can't help you - from now on, you should be careful when following Zheng Qiao and don't confront him. He has lost his humanity and is no longer what he used to be. He still has some respect for you as a senior brother.
Friendship is hard to describe!”
The air in the private room is quiet.
The only sound left was the crackling sound of burning candles.
Yan'an refused to give up and asked again: "Can't you help me?"
Isn't it okay to not be affiliated with Zheng Qiao and just help him?
The young man shook his head: "It's the same, we will definitely lose."
Yan'an completely gave up.
However, some can still be talked about, such as the current situation in the northwest of the mainland. Zheng Qiao made a lot of tricks and played a good hand of cards to a pulp. Yan An spent a lot of time to figure it out. The deeper the understanding, the more he understands the situation at this time.
Zheng Qiao has reached the cliff.
Just one step and you will be doomed.
However, Yanan still wanted to take a gamble.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He always advises young people not to indulge in this kind of thing, but he doesn't think that he is the biggest gambler, and he is still a gambler with almost no chance of winning.
The young man also made a few suggestions, which coincided with the young man's idea - the troops were in danger, first deal with the rebels led by the King of Pigs, and then turn around and deal with the separatist forces who were raising their ambitions.
As for Beimo and Shiwu... they must not be taken lightly!
The threat of the two is ten times greater than that of King Pig's rebels!
I don’t know if Zheng Qiao was kicked in the head by a donkey to actually make such a bad move and collude with these two ghosts!
Yanan had no choice but to remain silent! If Zheng Qiao was not his junior brother, he would also scold him.
Swearing without drinking is boring!
The young man clapped his hands and signaled the flower boat waiter to bring new drinks. We haven't seen each other for many years, so why don't we have a few drinks?
After today, I don’t know if we will see each other again in this life.
Yan'an watched the young man drink one glass after another of sake. He suddenly remembered some details and asked with concern: "You just said you were going to leave overnight, but do you have somewhere else to go?"
Young man: "Not yet, let's look around."
Yan'an sighed inwardly.
If Zheng Qiao had not become what he is today, or if he had conquered Xin and managed it with peace of mind, his old friend might not have stayed.
It's useless to say anything now.
The young man added: "I plan to go to Sibao County to have a look."
Yan'an said: "Four Treasures County?"
The young man smiled and said: "Both Prince Pig and Zheng Qiao have the same virtues, so there is no need to consider them. However, you can take a look at the forces whose ambitions were drawn out by Zheng Qiao's edict. Maybe there are some who have the right appetite."
Yan'an shook his head: "The chance of winning is too small."
After all, Zheng Qiao still has land, soldiers and horses, and a complete team. If he can wake up and correct himself, it will be easy to gain a foothold in the northwest of the mainland. On the other hand, those forces are short-lived. Old friends are betting on these people, and they are afraid that they will lose everything.
.
The young man said: "You have to give it a try."
Yan'an: "...Who just said you can't gamble your life?"
The young man said confidently: "Once I place a bet, I will definitely win!"
Yan'an didn't know where he got his confidence.
If he could win, who would be the one who ran home naked back then?
From the corner of his eye, the young man saw the doubt on Yan An's face, and he felt a little guilty - well, he admitted that he was a bit stubborn and said it with confidence, but in fact he didn't know what he was thinking. But it was his fault.
Is it? It’s obviously the fault of the scribes!
Which of the other people’s scribes’ ways is not upright?
But his way of being a scribe is to "lose every bet"!
Yes, you read that right.
His scribe's way is to lose every bet.
Let a person who regards "gambling" as a major hobby in life acquire the scribe's way of "losing every bet", and the young man feels the greatest malice that fate has exerted on him. However, there is no truly useless scribe's way in this world.
In everything, there are gains and losses.
The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the inscription that he had casually thrown on the ground. There seemed to be some kind of undercurrent surging deep in his eyes...
Will you lose every bet?
If you do the opposite, you will soon win every bet.
The two of them exchanged cups and drank happily.
When the sky got slightly brighter, Yanan woke up from a hangover with a headache that was almost splitting. He found that his old friend had left, leaving only a thick letter. He read it carefully and chuckled.
Although his old friend did not agree to help him, the letter he left behind had written down everything that could be used in Zheng Qiao's account, what could not be used, what could be trusted, what could not be trusted... and even his personal taboos.
These contents cannot be obtained "with intention".
This proves——
An old friend once seriously considered Zheng Qiao.
It's a pity that Zheng Qiao really disappointed him. Everything he did after taking over the Xin Kingdom was a human minefield!
It was impossible for the young man to place his only bet on Zheng Qiao, let alone entrust his life to him, but after all, he spent a lot of energy and effort, and it was just right for Yan'an.
The young man took his baggage and the boy with him and left this land through the morning fog, heading for Sibao County - this storm that had been gathering momentum for a long time has reached the critical point! Almost all the people who heard the news also started to move forward and backward.
We embark on the same path in tacit agreement.
Shen Tang, who was in the whirlpool, felt nothing.
She slept until dawn.
Chu Yao knocked on the door twice before waking her up.
With his messy hair, Shen Tang half-closed his eyes sleepily and poured cold water on his face. Stimulated by the cold water, the remaining sleepiness dissipated. His hair was tied into a ponytail two or three times, but it was still crooked.
"Forget it, forget it - don't compete with yourself anymore."
The longer you comb your hair, the more hair will fall out.
Chu Yao couldn't stand it anymore and offered his hand.
"Goro is still down?"
Shen Tang yawned: "Not enough sleep..."
If the dark blue under his eyes are darker, he can disguise himself as a giant panda.
She said: "Last night, my energy was drained, and my recovery was super slow. I also had a nightmare all night. I kept running away in the dream, and more and more zombies gathered to chase me. I ran with all my life, and ran.
, I woke up and felt like my legs were going to be useless..."
Chu Yao opened the warm morning meal.
The aroma of porridge hit your face, and there were several plates of appetizers.
He asked in confusion: "Zombies?"
"Zombies are the living dead. Their bodies are dead, but they can move. They like to chase the smell of living people and the smell of blood." Shen Tang picked up the porridge and took a big sip. Her empty stomach was perfectly soothed, and she felt like she was alive. , "It looks ugly!"
This dream is simply inexplicable.
In her dream, there were not only zombies chasing her, but also zombies that flew in the sky, crawled on the ground, and swam in the water. Every one of them got involved. Shen Tang relied on waves of extreme maneuvers and tenacious perseverance to avoid being caught by them. By the end, I was really tired——
Shen Tang said: "...I jumped into a coffin."
Chu Yao: "Coffin? What kind of coffin?"
Perhaps because of his scholarly skills, Chu Yao was very interested in weird dreams. He could also listen to Shen Tang's nonsensical nightmares with relish, and would express his own opinions or questions from time to time. Qi Shan listened on the side and just thought Roll your eyes.
Shen Tang stopped cooking.
She thought carefully: "A wooden coffin."
As for what kind of wooden coffin it is, I have no idea.
She jumped into the coffin and the nightmare was over.
Qishan tried to join the group chat: "It must be a bad sign."
Chu Yao rolled his eyes at him.
"What did Hun say in the early morning? He obviously wanted to make a fortune by seeing the coffin!"
Even if it is a big disaster, it should be a good luck when it comes to Wulang!
Qishan: "..."
Failed to join group chat.
Unknowingly, Shen Tang added seven or eight bowls of porridge.
The wooden barrel holding the rice porridge has bottomed out.
She licked the rice grains off her mouth and asked, "Are there any more?"
Chu Yao: "It is not advisable to eat too much in the morning."
Shen Tang touched his stomach: "Not full, at most five points."
As soon as these words came out——
Qi Shan said: "This is already your biggest daily meal."
A whole bucket of porridge!
Even Qi Shan wanted to slander Chu Yao that he was feeding pigs.
Not enough to eat?
Shen Tang: "But - I'm really still hungry."
The east kitchen of the Sheriff's Mansion was occupied all day long. Chu Yao stood up and said, "I'll go to the back kitchen to see if there's anything left to eat."
It’s not a big deal to eat more when you’re not full!
When I came back, there was another big bucket of rice porridge.
Chu Yao was afraid that she would not eat enough, so he brought two more plates of cakes.
Qishan: "..."
Shen Tang worked hard and soon drank it all.
"Eh-" she said quickly, "that's weird."
Qi Shan was concerned: "Oh, are you finally full?"
"No, my literary spirit has recovered, and there is much more to it."
It took me a long sleep to recover 40%, and after eating two buckets of rice and two plates of cakes, my literary spirit was restored to 10%. Although the total is only 50%, the overall amount is more than before.