"What do you mean, dean? Do you really want us to accompany those bastards?" A group of people returned to the hall again and gathered together. Liu Yanzhen smashed his hand on the table in anger.
She used a little more force, so that the back of her hand was turned red. Liu Yanzhen felt the pain, his eyes turned red, he held his hand in front of him and blew hard.
"Probably...no," Jiang Yu said before lowering his head.
"Why not? He said he would let those bastards enjoy themselves, so how could he? Don't you understand? I think he is the same as those bastards!" Yue Ningshuang gritted her teeth and said.
The look on her face was indignant. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and continued: "You all heard it just now. He asked us to wait for him here. Didn't he just want us to help him please those guys?"
"Don't talk nonsense! How could the dean be such a person? What he did was just a delaying tactic!" Xue Yun glared at Yue Ningshuang, somewhat displeased.
Yue Ningshuang shrank her neck, the indignation on her face dissipated a bit, she lowered her head and said: "I also know it is a delaying tactic, but today they killed Xiao Hei, how many days will it take? Who can guarantee that they will not do anything more
Something that goes too far? If the dean blindly accommodates them like this, something big will happen sooner or later! Our Dafeng Academy has almost become their territory now!"
When everyone heard this, their hearts sank and they lowered their heads.
"The top priority now is to help the dean figure out how to deal with those guys." Ning Xiu couldn't help but speak out after seeing everyone in this state.
"How about...let Senior Brother Xue go? Anyway, men and women will not suffer any loss." As Liu Yanzhen's only and most loyal reader, Yue Ningshuang put forward her own idea in order to make up for the past mistakes.
Xue Yun staggered to the side and almost fell to the ground. Not far away, an old man sitting wiping his guqin slipped his hand and almost plucked the strings.
"I asked Uncle Yin to go outside to find some brothel girls...and then extinguish the candles so that they can't tell who is who?" Jin Liuxiang whispered, but as he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he frowned again.
: "But the money is all with them..."
"Go to hell!" Liu Yanzhen suddenly shouted, putting the ancestral sword on her shoulder again, she said angrily: "How about we fight with them!"
"Then... what should we do about the dean? If we can't fight, the dean will have to be kicked out of Yangshan in the end." Jiang Yu whispered again.
This simple sentence revealed the crux of the current impasse in Dafengyuan.
Li Danqing cannot leave Yangshan.
And if you don't want to leave Yangshan, you have to be able to prevent Zhang Qian from making any mistakes.
And if you want to avoid being caught making mistakes, you have to follow the wishes of Ying Qu and others...
Thinking of this, everyone lowered their heads with gloomy expressions. Most of them had never thought that things would develop to this point before today. People like Yingqu, relying on Zhang Qian's identity as the acting mountain master, lorded it over everyone.
It's a blessing, but everyone can do nothing about it.
They had never suffered such grievances. The atmosphere was gloomy for a while, and the entire hall fell silent at this time.
Only Xi Wenjun in the corner glanced at everyone at the moment. Without saying anything, he just stood up silently and walked through the hall to Li Danqing's study.
…
She didn't knock on the door, she pushed open the door and walked in.
The room was lit with candles. Li Danqing was sitting there, leaning on the armrest with the elbow of one hand and supporting his face with the palm of his hand. He was looking at the book held in the other hand seriously. He was looking forward to the arrival of Mr. Xiwen.
Didn't seem to notice.
Xi Wenjun did not bother Li Danqing at the first time.
, she walked to the cabinet alone, took out a white jar, took out some tea leaves, brewed a cup of tea for Li Danqing with a kettle and placed it next to Li Danqing.
Then Anjing sat down opposite Li Danqing. Li Danqing was still reading a book, seemingly unaware of Xi Wen's arrival.
The girl didn't urge her, she just poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip.
She looked at the young man's quiet face illuminated by the candlelight. The distance between the two was so close that she could almost see the other person's distinct eyebrows, and she could also clearly see the light and shadow reflected in the bright eyes under the eyebrows.
The girl was suddenly in a trance. She seemed to have seen this scene before.
…
Qingzhu was eighteen years old that year, two years had passed since the Qing family's rebellion, and she had also been a geisha in a brothel in Wuyang City for two years.
She knew very little about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, at least she really had no talent at all. She was able to avoid being abused only because her father had some old friends in the court. On the surface, she did not dare to stop His Majesty the Emperor's anger, so she could only manage some relationships secretly, so that Qingzhu could
This is the only descendant of the Qing family who can retain his innocence.
It's just that the tea has cooled, the guests who want a kiss are getting higher and higher, and the old friend's status in the court is getting worse and worse. The eighteen-year-old Qingzhu can roughly guess what his ending will be.
That day she was pulled to the stage to sing again. She was not good at it, but the guests who came to the restaurant to drink liked her the most, not only because of her outstanding beauty, but also because of her status as the eldest lady of the former Qing family.
Some people in this world are like this. They like high-altitude things, not because of how good they are, but because they like to appreciate the process of being humiliated, destroyed, and destroyed after such things are pulled down.
Qingzhu finished singing a song absentmindedly, and there were cheers from the audience, but Qingzhu didn't care. The hot fire flashed in the eyes of those men, like beasts that wanted to eat human flesh, or ghosts that wanted to devour human souls. They just took a look.
It makes people fearful.
Sixteen-year-old Li Danqing is a frequent visitor here. He likes to show off in the streets and is surrounded by countless young men and girls. Qingzhu occasionally looks at him twice, thinking about how his cute little brother turned out like this when he was young.
That day, someone clamored for Qingzhu to spend the night with her.
He was a famous noble man in Kyoto. The brothel's old madam tried to persuade him, but she still couldn't stop him. He yelled and asked his men to take Qingzhu back to the room. Qingzhu touched the dagger hidden in his sleeve, which she had long ago
She was ready to use the things she had prepared to keep her last bit of dignity.
At that time, Li Shizi, who was drunk and hazy, suddenly stood up and said unsteadily: "Tonight, Miss Qingzhu must be mine."
Everyone fell silent at that time. The young man who was making the most noise looked like a defeated rooster, with his arms and legs hanging down and his head hanging down. Li Danqing, however, walked in without even looking at the crowd.
He had his own room in the attic.
Qingzhu was pulled by the madam and told a lot of things. The old madam smiled brightly. Any girl in Wuyang City who could let Li Danqing sleep for one night would be a great blessing. Not only could she redeem herself, but she could also save a lot of money.
Money. Of course, Qingzhu is different. After being a sinner, she cannot escape from slavery, but this is also a great blessing.
Qingzhu was not surprised, or in other words, it didn't matter to her who this person was.
She gripped the dagger tightly, was pushed into the room, and then raised the dagger immediately, but there was no exclamation as she imagined. All that came from the room was Li Danqing's snoring.
Qingzhu sat on the bed like this all night. Li Danqing, who got up early the next day, glanced at the tired Qingzhu and just said: "I hope that tonight, Miss Qingzhu will no longer hold a dagger in her hand."
It turned out that he had already noticed his thoughts.
A full half month passed like this. Li Danqing came every day, and Qingzhu was sent to Li Danqing's room on time every night. Qingzhu always held the dagger, and Li Danqing always fell asleep.
In this way, the two of them spent half a month in the same room, maintaining a tacit understanding that could not be called a tacit understanding.
But at least no customer dared to snatch the girl Li Shizi wanted.
That day was the Lantern Festival.
Qingzhu remembers it clearly.
Li Danqing did not come, but seemed to have followed his father to attend a palace banquet.
But the young man who had coveted Qingzhu for a long time came, he was like a patient jackal, the cat was waiting behind the dense forest, waiting to take his fat beast to take a nap, and then take it back.
And now, he has waited for this opportunity.
He drank a lot that day and took out a lot of money to ask Qingzhu to accompany him.
The madam stopped him for a long time, but the other party started to curse.
Those were some difficult words to hear, beyond Qingzhu's previous knowledge.
Until late at night, the man was still arguing, but the arrival of the Li family slave calmed the quarrel. The slave told the madam that he had been ordered by Li Danqing to take Qingzhu to the mansion for a reunion.
Qingzhu's status was special, so the madam hesitated a little, of course, before being slapped twice.
Qingzhu was speechless all the way. She probably guessed what Li Danqing was going to do, or no matter what he did, it didn't matter. The young master's words always lingered in her ears. She was already a slave, and the Qing family was dead.
, she has no way to rehabilitate her family members, nor can she take revenge for anything. Her future has been determined long ago, the only difference is sooner or later.
Living is torture to her.
She was determined to die and was brought into Li Danqing's room by her slave in a daze.
At that time, candles were lit in the room, and Li Danqing was sitting there, holding his cheek in one hand and sitting upright with a book that was held upside down in the other.
She had no intention of exposing Li Danqing's pretense. She just looked at him and said that her dagger was taken away by the domestic slave. She hoped that after Li Danqing achieved her wish today, she could also achieve her wish.
She wants to die.
Die with the last bit of dignity of the Qing family.
Li Shizi raised his head, smiled at her, and then readily agreed to her.
He picked up a sword from under his body. It was an ancestral possession of the Qing family, the Divine Sword Bird Conglong. He said that the young master was dead and his body was outside the courtyard. Someone was scratching his face to pieces at the moment.
Someone will wear your clothes for him, and then things will go as you wish, Qingzhu, he is dead.
Qingzhu took a long time to digest and believe what the young man in front of her said. She asked him why.
The evil prince just smiled and said, you are mine. After seeing you in Taixue Pavilion many years ago, I felt that you must be mine, and anyone who touches me will die.
Without exception.
…
"When did you come?" Li Danqing's question made Qingzhu wake up from the memories of the past. She looked at the face of the young man in front of her and looked at the familiar smile.
She didn't answer Li Danqing's question, she just took the bird out of the dragon on her back, held it in her hand, and asked.
"When will we do it?"
Li Danqing was stunned. He picked up the still warm teacup on the table, took a sip, looked at the night outside the house, reached out and picked up the Chaoge Sword placed aside, and said with a smile.