"What's all the chaos this morning?" Mr. Chen Jisheng came over after hearing the commotion. He got up late today. He didn't sleep well last night...
Everyone reported the reason to him, and the old man was also surprised. Diao Wuchi looked like a hero, how could he do such a robbery thing?
But Ling'er, didn't you lose your things? I see you should stop chasing after others. There is a lot of trouble and no one is at peace.
What are those wing guards doing outside? I quickly ordered them to disperse. They were so murderous early in the morning that I thought something big had happened.
The old man's words were enough, and Ling'er also took advantage of the situation and went down the steps, saying that for the sake of the old man's face, he could spare Diao Wuchi's life temporarily, but this matter has not passed yet. If I see him …
Hum, he knows how good I am!
"Brother Gongming, you really have a new look!" The old man was a little embarrassed to call Zhao Gongming brother Gongming now. He felt that Zhao Gongming was twenty years younger than him, and he looked similar to Liu Congshu.
"It's just that this hairpin is a bit old." The fat man said with a smile, "You should change it to a new one, or go to a copper shop and let them re-temper it, otherwise it will be too eye-catching."
"I'll help you get it!" Ling'er stepped forward and pulled out the hairpin, "I know a coppersmith Liu who is very good at his craftsmanship! Last time Zhixian's hairpin was broken, he fixed it..."
Ling'er has friends all over Yanyun, from all three religions and nine streams.
"That will trouble Ling'er, but don't throw it away. This is..." Although Zhao Gongming's hairpin is old, broken and worthless, it is priceless to him.
"No, don't worry when I do things. Even if I lose this, I won't lose it... Huh? There seems to be some words on it?" Ling'er squinted her eyes, raised the hairpin, and looked at it under the sunlight. Looking carefully.
"Where are the words on it?" Zhao Gongming said, "Your little girl must have misread it. It's a cracked horn, right?"
Doesn’t he know about his own hairpin?
"Yeah? Don't tell me, it really seems to have characters?" Xiao Chen came over and took a closer look. Sure enough, the horns were densely carved with dozens of small characters smaller than a fly's head. If it weren't for his and Ling'er's eyesight, Outstanding, simply invisible.
"It seems like it's still a poem?" Ling'er read it out smoothly, "The lights are shining brightly, and it's been a long time. After we say goodbye, in the cool night, the west wind is bleak and the dream returns for the first time. Who misses me, just sleeps alone... and frowns?"
"Jinping embroidered front and autumn, the heart is about to break, the tears are secretly hanging down, the moon is still to the west of the small window, I hate you, I remember you, you want to know?" Xiao Chen continued to read, everyone praised, "Oh, it is really Good words, good words, I didn’t expect that senior Song Qingmei turned out to be both talented and beautiful!”
As far as this poem is concerned, it is comparable to Li Qingzhao!
"No wonder the old man has been... for thirty years." The fat man wanted to make a joke, but turned around and saw Zhao Gongming burst into tears, and closed his mouth.
There are not many things in this world that can make Zhao Gongming bleed, and there is only one person who can make him shed tears...Song Qingmei.
Everyone carefully studied the meaning of the words. It was really sentimental, melodious, deeply affectionate, poignant and moving. No wonder Zhao Gongming's heroic spirit and refined steel turned into tenderness around his fingers...
"Alas... Brother Gongming is also a passionate person. It is in the pavilion with fallen leaves and the bamboo pavilion and pond with ice growing. Birds flock to ask questions, and cranes stop following them. Both body and mind are sick. Their appearance and strength are declining together. They are old. How forgetful..." Mr. Chen suddenly felt something in his heart and recited a poem.
"Just don't forget the lovesickness!" Suddenly, an old voice was heard outside the door. Everyone looked around and saw an old man with a red face and gray hair appearing at the door.
It was already autumn. He was still wearing a bamboo hat on his head, a pair of coarse clothes and trousers, a pair of buckskin boots, and a hoe on his shoulder... But Mo Sohe arrived.
"Oh, Mo She He, you, an old monster, is actually not dead yet!" Zhao Gongming also recognized him.
"Hey, you, the king of hell, are not dead, so why should I die?" Mo Bohehe chuckled, "Why are you not only not dead, but you are also rejuvenated and the old tree is blooming?"
"It's all the kids' nonsense." Zhao Gongming smiled shyly.
"Let's talk. I have to go to work. I'll ask Xiao Chen to host a banquet for Mr. Mo at noon. Let's have a nice drink in the evening!" Chen Jisheng knew that there must be something wrong with Mo Mo and why he came here. It was either a political or personal matter. It was not easy for him to interfere with the matter, so he left first.
"Brother, did you come to see me for something?" Xiao Chen asked as they sat down.
"It's nothing serious. I just stopped by to see you. How lucky you are to meet an old friend unexpectedly?" Mo Bohe smiled while stroking his beard.
"Passing by?" Xiao Chenqi asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go to the sea." Mo Shehehe said calmly.
"Going to the sea? Doing business?" Xiao Chen laughed first after saying this, but it's a pity that no one here can understand this joke...
"What kind of business are you doing?" Mo said, "Going to the sea will naturally lead to slaying a dragon!"
ah? Several people were surprised when they heard this. What does it mean?
"Master Mo, are you kidding us?" Linger asked curiously.
"It's not a joke, I actually came to say goodbye to you." Mo Shehe said, "I may not be able to come back after going to sea... Hey, why are you telling you this? I'd better hurry up and put on the wine. It’s serious to let Zhu Yin and I have a few drinks!”
"Brother, are you going to kill that Dongfang Yunji?" Xiao Chen said suddenly.
"Well, how come you know his name?" Mo Shouhe was surprised.
"I just found out about it not long ago..." Xiao Chen said, "If we want to kill him, this may be an opportunity. Let's discuss it in the long run."
"What the hell are we discussing with you?" Mo said, "This matter has nothing to do with you!"
"Brother, what are you talking about?" Xiao Chen asked, "We are sworn brothers, we share life and death. Your business is my business, how can you say it has nothing to do with it?"
"How old am I, how old are you, you want to live and die with me?" Mo Sohe said with a smile, "I will appreciate it if you have such a heart."
"That's what I said." Xiao Chen said, "The main thing is that we live together, and we don't have to die together. But this matter really has something to do with your brother and me... at least it has something to do with this old boss Zhao. "
"Oh? How come Brother Zhuyin has a quarrel with that evil dragon?" Mo Bohe looked at Zhao Gongming.
"This and this...can't be considered a festival, right?" Zhao Gongming said.
"Destroy the hatred of children and grandchildren, and take away the hatred of lovers!" Fatty said, "Isn't this a festival? It's simply a hatred as deep as the sea, and we are irreconcilable!"
"Look at this little fat guy talking nonsense..." Zhao Gongming said.
But it's not nonsense, what the fat man said is true.
But you have to make two decisions about this matter. You can say that it was Zhao Gongming who stole Dongfang Yunji's love, or you can say that he brought his own fault for wielding a knife in the palace...
