Nightfall Chapter 29: The way to talk to the world (Part 1)

(Farewell for a long time, I don’t know that I am now collecting money in five hundred characters. It’s not good. Finally, I thank you.)

The restaurant is named Jincui, Yangzhou City is famous for its luxurious and luxurious dishes. There are a few ancient dishes that have been passed down for thousands of years, and you can't even eat them in Chang'an City.

For the great figures of Qinghe County, these are naturally nothing, their attention is not on the table at all, no one raises a chopstick, no one raises a glass, the heat rises in the plate, and is quickly blown away by the autumn wind. , Gradually becoming cold.

"Patriarch, can you kill it?"

The steward, who was on one knee outside the threshold, asked in a trembling voice that he could no longer bear the silence in the room and wanted to get an answer as soon as possible.

The two men in the carriage were the envoys sent by Chang'an City to the temple of Xiling. The enmity between Qinghe County and Chang'an was as deep as the sea, and there was no room for reconciliation. In order to declare their loyalty to Xiling, they replaced The temple solves their inconvenient troubles, and they have no reason to leave this carriage.

Yes, Xiling Temple wants these two people to live, and there are some people in Xiling Temple who want these two people to die, and their will is very clear.

However, a long time has passed, and even the sound of wheels crushing the slate from a distance can be faintly heard, and the room is still silent.

The faces of the patriarchs of Qinghe County’s cliques were blue or cold, and their lips did not move at all, or even their eyes did not blink, like statues.

At that time, Jun Mo took the pomelo into the manor by the Fuchun River, and Ning Que in Taoshan shot the old man of the Cui family with an iron arrow. Since that day, the Qinghe County clans have lost all their confidence. , No longer as sharp as before, so these Patriarchs are hesitating and struggling, no one can make a decision.

There must be enough information to help them make a decision. So they are waiting, waiting for the latest news from Chang'an City, waiting for news from the states and counties of Tang, they want to know if the Tang court is true. They did it like that. They wanted to know if that person was really so cruel.

Several sharp whistles, cutting through the gloomy sky, tearing apart the autumn rain, entered the restaurant, and at the same time brought the most accurate news.

Yes, the city of Chang'an is killing people, Gushan County is killing people, Beidaying is killing people, the back of Qingxia is killing people, and Tang Dynasty is killing people everywhere.

Thousands of prisoners of war were executed. Half of the family members of the Tang priests who rebelled to the Xiling Temple were executed. He Mingchi's family were all executed by Ling Chi. Even the family members of the temple teacher Xiong Chumo... Falling in a pool of blood, too many people died in this autumn rain.

The people in the restaurant are mentally prepared for this. They have not forgotten that in the spring rain that year, before the Tang State and Xiling Temple reached a peace agreement, Ning Que rushed into Qinghe County with the Yulin Army and the Yulong Gang. The hall, killed everyone inside.

The people who died in the guild hall that year were their brothers, their children, and their relatives. How could they forget?

The complexion of the masters of the lords became more and more gloomy, as if water was dripping out, like an ice sculpture under the blazing sun.

However, they still did not order to attack the carriage on the long street.

I don’t know how long it took, the silence in the building was finally broken by an old voice. Now the Patriarch of Song Clan, who is the most senior among all the surnames, looked at Qiu Yu outside the building and said, "Please come to the building."

There was no battle, no killing. When Yuxian and Chen Qi walked into the restaurant and climbed up the stairs. When they saw the seven patriarchs behind the threshold, they saw a peaceful scene, and what they heard was extremely gentle Greetings.

The dishes on the table have long been replaced with new ones. They are steaming and fragrant, and candles are lit under the plate, which can keep you warm even if the autumn wind outside the building is colder.

The masters of the lords are like statues that have come to life, with a gentle and reserved smile on their faces, and their eyes are full of enthusiasm. Some people took Yuxian's hands and sat down separately, and began to recall the old scenery of the academy, some Confronted with Chen Qi, then drank, and began to discuss which female croupier is the most beautiful in Xicheng Silver Hook Casino.

As if back in the past, the lords in Yangzhou city entertained the imperial envoys from Chang'an city with little care and dignity, as if no story had happened between the two sides in these years, and the Datang navy had not been destroyed in Daze. Officials loyal to the imperial court were not hung up by them, and it seemed that Ning Que had never entered the Qinghe County Guild Hall in the past. The spring rain had never happened, and the autumn rain this year was also fake.

After the hustle and bustle, there is a feast of the wind, not the autumn wind, but the lords hope that this banquet will welcome two people who come to fight the autumn wind.

The two people represent the imperial court and the academy. To fight the autumn breeze is naturally the imperial court and the academy to fight the autumn breeze. No matter what you fight, as long as you don't kill someone.

The voices of the Patriarchs were very low, and they were covered by the autumn rain outside the building, and then by the formation. Even if the great priest of Xiling Temple came, they might not be able to hear it.

"What do Her Royal Highness and Mr. Thirteen want?"

The Song Clan Patriarch looked at Youxian and Chen Qi, and humbled: "No matter money or mine, even my old life can be discussed."

Ning Que wants to talk to the world, in fact, the world also wants to talk to him. After he killed so many people in this autumn rain, he showed his attitude to the whole world, just as he calculated. , Qinghe County really wants to talk.

The heads have been set out. The surnames of Qinghe County have to consider the issue of the future after all. The temple or the temple will win the final victory, but they are caught between the Tang and the temple, how many people can still have after the war Survive?

However, things in the world are always unsatisfactory. In the past, when Changan City wanted to talk, they didn’t want to talk. Now they want to talk, it’s Changan City’s turn to not want to talk. At least Yuxian and Chen Qi don’t want to talk. They can talk about the scenery of the academy and the beautiful croupiers in the casino, but they don't want to talk about it.

Because Chang'an City is very clear that Qinghe County will never be able to return to the embrace of Datang, and this is also the prerequisite for the conversation of the cliques, so it is better not to talk about it.

Seeing that Youxian and Chen Qi only acted on the delicacy on the table, the Song Clan leader said after a moment of silence: "Does this make sense?"

Chen Qi put down the ebony ivory chopsticks in his hand, looked at each other quietly, and said, "What are you referring to? Killing?"

"No matter how many people can be killed by Mr. Thirteen, even tens of thousands, there will be a number in the end. After killing those prisoners of war and hostages, what else can he do?"

The Song Clan’s Patriarch said in an anxious manner: "After all, he cannot destroy the world alone."

Chen Qi looked at him quietly, and then looked around, looking at these elegant and elegant grandparents in brocade clothes, suddenly laughed.

He felt like Ning Que said before leaving Chang'an City. This thing is really interesting. The more people killed, the more meek they will be, even if their bones are still burning with a flame of grief and anger, but They dare not do anything.

The smile gradually faded, and Chen Qi's eyes returned to calm, deep and deep, giving people a strange feeling, making the people at the table gradually uneasy.

Chen Qi thought of what Ning Que said, but he didn't say it. He asked directly: "Who wants to kill us?"

The Song Clan Patriarch replied without hesitation: "Master Master."

At night, Chen Qi and Youxian sat at the table, thinking about the previous banquet, thinking about the conditions proposed by the lords, looked at each other, and couldn't help shaking their heads.

"What do these people think? Two sides or two sides bet? Don't they know that they are not qualified to bargain? They dare to expect the court to recognize the current situation and only lose taxes and not garrison troops?" You Xian said tauntingly.

Chen Qi said: "It's impossible for the lords to fall to the court at all. They just save some good intentions in advance. Mr. Thirteen’s murder has really killed many people, and these southern sides The guys, always have a sense of inexplicable superiority, and always feel confident to get something, otherwise how could they betray Xiling? But how do they know what Mr. Thirteen wants in the end."

He remembered the words Ning Que had said again, and couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, but the meaning hidden in his smile was so cold.

Youxian said, "I don't know what happened to Wang Jinglue."

Chen Qi said: "He has been talking with those young people for several years on behalf of Mr. Thirteen. I think it should be a good talk."

The big people in Qinghe County at the restaurant thought Ning Que's killing was meaningless, but Chen Qi saw that their banquet was meaningless.

The person Ning Que wanted to talk to was never the masters of the lords, but some young people. He thought that was the real hope.

In the early morning of the next day, Yuxian and Chen Qi set off again. They accepted the kindness and gold and silver of the Qinghe County clans, but left nothing.

The masters of the lords stood on the shore, looking at the shadow of the boat gradually disappearing into the mist of Daze, and felt a little cold when thinking of Chen Qi's eyes in the restaurant yesterday.

Because that is the look in the eyes of dead people.

The Daze is vast and mighty. Looking around, you can't see the shore at all. Boating on it, like walking in the ocean, makes people feel small.

From the wise heart to Taoshan, I am afraid that I will die, so I simply relax my mind, enjoy the lake view, stand in the light rain and carry a jug of fruit wine, and learn the appearance of a scribe.

Unfortunately, his mood was quickly destroyed, because a lot of huge boat shadows suddenly appeared on the lake. Those boats were extremely huge, and the sails covered the sky. They were walking on the water like moving mountains. The momentum is amazing.

The Nanjin navy is here.