Chapter 244 Small talk in the flower shop between the lakes
After soaring through the clouds, the feeling of being down to earth is particularly real.
On the flower boat at the port of the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal in Yangzhou, there was no one else in the unique private room. Outside the house, the melodious songs of the young singers could be vaguely heard, and there were also some applause from the onlookers. On the table inside, there was a pot of simple water and wine, preserved fruits, sweet beans,
There was some braised food, and the middle-aged man sitting opposite looked calm and calm.
Xia Shang was still in shock and kept eating. The scenes of the Zhu family kept spinning in his mind for a long time. Now that he was out of the world, he was afraid of regretting it later. If this person did not show up today, he would definitely die. Thinking back to it, he still trembled all over.
The middle-aged man said nothing and glanced at Xia Shang from time to time. After a quarter of an hour, he asked in a low voice: "Are you calmed down?"
After hearing what he said, Xia Shang stopped holding the wine glass halfway up, frowned, took a deep breath, put the glass down, and then said quietly: "My feet are still a little weak."
This answer made the middle-aged man laugh, and a smile made his cold expression less scary.
"I have never seen you like this before. You are the only one who can successfully attack me in front of me."
"At this critical moment of life and death, how can I have time to think about anything else? By the way, who are you? What is your name? You saved me, and I will remember this kindness."
"You don't need to know my identity. You can call me Long Er."
"Your surname is Long? From now on, I will call you Brother Long."
Long Er shook his head: "In the Metropolitan Procuratorate, you are the leader of everyone, and everyone in the Twelve Divisions of the Jingmen must obey your orders. So there is no need to lower your status."
"The leader of the crowd? Brother Long, please stop being funny!" Xia Shang's self-deprecation revealed a sense of resentment, "What bullshit is the leader? It's just a badge, and everyone will listen to me? That Lu Xun, he doesn't know anything.
If you don’t tell me, you will leave me with such a mess. I only learned about the Twelve Divisions, the independent faction and the old faction recently. You have also seen how many people want my life?"
Long Er frowned in a rare way: "You are right. Today's Metropolitan Procuratorate is not the Metropolitan Procuratorate fifty years ago. Back then, when the emperor founded the Metropolitan Procuratorate, he wanted to have an invisible big hand to control everything in the capital.
. However, as the power of the Metropolitan Procuratorate grows stronger, the emperor’s ambitions grow bigger and bigger. It is not enough to control the capital, but the Metropolitan Procuratorate must be used to control the whole world. But..."
Xia Shang Leng said: "But the more people there are in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the harder it is to control them. The emperor wants to control the world, but in the end even the Metropolitan Procuratorate cannot control it. That's why a group of people support independence and advocate establishing their own business, so we have the current
The independence faction. The old faction is the group of people who support the imperial power and still support reunification, right?"
Long Er nodded: "You are right. Nowadays, the independent faction is powerful, rooted in the world, and has many sects. Some people have completely ignored the emperor's order."
"So what? Do you want me, a soft-footed shrimp with no martial arts skills, to clean up this mess? What does the emperor see in me?"
"Martial arts? The world has never been determined by martial arts. There are many masters in the Metropolitan Procuratorate. For example, I am not among the top in the Metropolitan Procuratorate."
As he spoke, Xia Shang's expression changed. Isn't a Dzogchen like Long Er considered a top master?
"Why did Zhu Wanyuan want to kill you? Because you are the kind of person they fear, the one who can control the world's masters, that is, the candidate with the potential to be a superior. Because only people like you can unify the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and Zhu Wanyuan
You are afraid of being caught by the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so you must die."
"Do you think that if you compliment me like this, I will obediently work for the emperor?"
"You are wrong! All officials in the world work for the emperor, except for the head of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. When the Metropolitan Procuratorate was first established, it only had one thing: to take orders from the strong. The same goes for me!"
Xia Shang's heart beat fast and he looked at the other party coldly.
If such a strong man can obey his orders, who else in the world would dare...
No one can resist this temptation, even Xia Shang was a common man.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because the Metropolitan Procuratorate needs fresh blood, and you are what Lu Xun likes. I believe in Lu Xun's vision."
"Lu Xun? It's him again!" Xia Shang looked slightly distracted, "What else do you want to say?"
"Indeed, I have more important things to ask you." Long Er changed his previous relaxed tone and became serious, "I heard that you experienced the incident at the Guanyin Temple in Daqingshan. How much do you know about the abbot of the Guanyin Temple?"
Xia Shang was shocked. It turned out that the real purpose of this man coming to Yangzhou was for the cassock.
What are the words on the cassock? The Metropolitan Procuratorate has been chasing it for fifty years and still doesn’t give up! It’s actually the Dzogchen Master who is here to track it down!
Fortunately, the other party knew very little about it, so Xia Shang told him everything that happened in Daqingshan.
Long Er had no expression after hearing this. After a long silence, he patted Xia Shang on the shoulder: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After that, without waiting for Xia Shang's answer, he stood up, opened the door, and left alone.
Xia Shang stayed at the table, thinking alone.
I'm afraid that there will be another storm recently because of that cassock.
What kind of secrets are hidden in those words?
I'm afraid you can only get the answer by asking Caodeng yourself.
…
Xia Shang returned home. In order not to worry his family, he did not want to mention what happened today. Unexpectedly, Chunjiao was from the Metropolitan Procuratorate. She happened to see Qianli Yan and knew that something big had happened to Xia Shang. So Qin Huairou turned over the page again and again.
After further questioning, Xia Shang finally had to tell what happened.
It's quiet at night.
Xia Shang's "Dream of Red Mansions" has reached its seventy-sixth chapter. Eighty of the chapters circulating in the world were written by Cao Xueqin. Who wrote the last forty chapters is still a mystery. Does Xia Shang want to write down the following content? Or will the last one be written down?
The perfect eighty chapters are presented to the world?
Today at Zhu's house I gave Xia Shang an idea. Why don't we stop for now and leave the next forty chapters to the world's legends. Sometimes, good things have bad endings. Maybe "Dream of Red Mansions" will be continued by many people.
But the true ending will forever remain a mystery.
This plan is a bit cruel to the readers, but Xia Shang is really tired of writing. Everything now does not allow him to spend time on writing. There are too many things waiting for him to deal with.
Just talking about that cassock cannot be spread. No matter what those words represent, it is definitely a taboo in the world. The Metropolitan Procuratorate is pursuing it so closely that even the Dzogchen Master has been dispatched. He must not want the contents to be leaked.
. If known, it may lead to more serious life danger.
Xia Shang thought about it and thought that maybe Cao Deng could estimate that he had obtained the cassock, so as long as he didn't say anything, only Cao Deng would push him to the forefront.
So the first priority now is to find Cao Deng, not only to find a way to shut him up, but also to learn something useful from him.
With the plan in mind, Xia Shang was also exhausted. When he was about to sleep, he didn't see his wife beside him.
While searching, I suddenly heard the rustling sword wind outside the house, a faint cold light, and a long sword dressed in white dancing in the night wind. (To be continued)