The King of Qin was assassinated on his way to welcome his bride!
The news spread like wildfire and spread throughout Tokyo in a short time.
After all, everyone knew that King Qin was getting married, and so many people were watching in public, so the news naturally spread very quickly.
At this moment, in the exquisite courtyard not far from Fan Tower, Zhao Yuannu was crying so hard.
The little maid next to her, Nong Yu, persuaded: "Madam, the prince has certainly not forgotten you. Didn't he send you the music a while ago? Didn't you forget the respectful manner when the boss asked for the music? Madam, don't let your imagination run wild. , Huanran is sad.”
Zhao Yuannu raised a crying face and said, "Only the new people laugh, who hears the old people crying?"
Nong Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard this. She thought to herself, Madam, what kind of old person are you? You can't even be considered a new person. You just met her once and had a drink.
The little maid said: "Madam, please have a rest. Crying too much will hurt your mind and make you sick."
Zhao Yuannu said quietly: "How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? How can our love be limited when we are alone?"
When Nong Yu heard this, she secretly sighed that her wife was feeling sad again. She used to be able to persuade her with words, but now this matter was different from before, and she didn't know where to start.
She had no choice but to say: "Madam, please don't be sad. What is the identity of the prince? How come there is only one woman in the house? If he has no choice but to marry someone in the future, wouldn't it be pointless for me to be sad?"
Zhao Yuannu's tears rolled down his cheeks: "Why am I doing this? I don't know how humble my family background is. I don't even dare to ask for a status, let alone a marriage. I... I just miss him in my heart and want to see him." , it’s him every time I close my eyes.”
After saying that, Fu Xiang's shoulders twitched on the table and started sobbing again. Nongyu had no choice but to continue to persuade her. At this moment, Mei Niang came in from the outside and said with a pale face: "Madam, madam, there were rumors outside that the prince was on his way to welcome the bride. Assassinated!”
When Zhao Yuannu heard this, he suddenly felt that his head went blank, as if his soul flew away at this moment. He cried out "Ah" and fell on the table and fainted...
Zhao Tong could guess the identity of the two assassins without interrogation. The one in white who used the knife first must have been Mingjiao He Wang Fang Jiu, and the one in red who was captured must have been Rouge Leopard Du Hongmian.
But now was a happy day, and he didn't want to see bloodshed, so he ordered Du Hongmian to be temporarily imprisoned. As for Fang Jiu who had left, they searched the whole city to find the best one, and forget about it if he couldn't find it.
After all, with Fang Nineteen's martial arts skills, if he really wanted to leave, he would definitely sneak out of the city before the search order was issued everywhere.
As for why these two people didn't go to Niulou Hotel, they probably discovered the loopholes around You Siniang's residence, and came to assassinate them because they didn't know their own skills and relied on luck to fight with their martial arts.
Zhao Tong didn't want to dwell on this matter, so after issuing a series of orders, he continued back home.
Although he was assassinated, the front of the palace was still bustling. Zhao Tong had already given instructions in advance that no matter what happened, it would not affect today's ceremony and everything would proceed as usual...
There is a Taoist temple in the southwest of the outer city of Tokyo, named Konoha. It has green tiles and white walls and two houses. It is a small temple.
There are not hundreds, but dozens, of small temples of this size in Tokyo.
Muye Temple is built on the bank of Cai River, not far from Yinan Bridge. In front of the Taoist temple, you can see the scenery of Cai River and the boats passing by.
There is a wild road next to the Guanqian Bridge, called Shuizhou Road. Over the past hundred years, a market has sprung up. It is the largest market in the southwest of the outer city. It extends eastward along the Cai River from the Yinan Bridge. There are crowds of people here before dawn, and the sounds of selling and buying can be heard all the time.
This market sells more food and drinks, has the most simple stalls, and has some old wine shops. There is also a tile shop, but it is very simple and there are no two railings inside.
Before dawn, porters who had worked hard all night on the boats on the Cai River gathered here. They came to have a morning drink with the warm copper coins they had just received. After drinking, they went home to sleep, and came back to work on the river in the evening.
It was just afternoon, and the hustle and bustle of the morning had disappeared from the market. Without the support of the porters on the river, it became a bit quiet and desolate.
There is a simple wooden mat shed at the head of the market, with three to five old tables and a dozen stools set up underneath. The tables must have been covered in pulp for decades, and even the wooden pillars supporting the mats are no longer there. Some are rotten and stale.
At this time, the bartender was leaning against a pillar and was drowsy. There was only one guest in the shed. He had already ordered a bowl of soup cakes, and the two side dishes were eating and drinking slowly.
This guest was in his twenties, dressed in black and had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, arms and waist, and was quite handsome.
He ate very slowly, wrinkling his eyebrows from time to time, as if he was full of worries and confusion.
This man was none other than Fang Jiu. Since he was known as the Crane King, he was naturally very good at making light of himself. At that time, he missed a hit and his weapon broke, so he retreated. After finding a place to change his clothes, he hurried outside. city.
He never thought that the imperial family of the Song Dynasty would have such a master, let alone that the other party would have a weapon as sharp as iron, which made him unable to display his martial arts skills. He could only escape, but he even killed Du Hongmian. Stuck over there.
This is really sloppy!
At the beginning of the year, Shenggong went to Tokyo. When he came back, he kept silent about what he had experienced. He probably found that the Zhao family in Tokyo was different from what he imagined, but he never said that the Zhao family had such strong martial arts people!
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He could not give up on Du Hongmian and leave home. But at this moment, his whereabouts were revealed, and it was even harder to save people. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
All brothers and sisters in the Ming Cult, even if they didn't know each other, they were all in the same spirit. He couldn't bear to leave like this. After all, assassinating the prince of the Song Dynasty was a major crime against the nine tribes. Du Hongmian's fate can be imagined.
But although he has always thought highly of himself, he also knows that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world. As soon as Zhao Tong takes action, he knows that there is nothing he can do. Let alone rescuing people in the dense place of Tokyo, even if he fights alone, he feels that it is impossible. It may not necessarily be possible to defeat the opponent, not to mention that the opponent still has a weapon that can be sharpened like clay.
At this time, the high spirits of his several great victories on Liangshan were gone, and there were only all kinds of entanglements and doubts left in his heart.
The martial arts of King Qin of the Great Song Dynasty were so high that he could defeat Du Hongmian with one move, and at the same time he could also knock away the hidden weapon of the White Crane Shuttle that he shot. This was probably close to the strength of a young master.
But not only are there rumors within the Holy Religion, the Song Dynasty is extravagant and corrupt, and the royal family's children are even more dandy. They only know how to eat, drink, play, and indulge in sex, but they can't even ride a horse or pull a bow, so how can they talk about martial arts?
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have assassinated someone in the street!
He frowned and thought about it, thinking about his idea in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up slightly.
His own family was helpless in Tokyo and had no hope of saving anyone, but here in Gyeonggi, they were not completely helpless.
Although the Holy Cult rarely preaches scriptures in the north, a few days ago, my senior brother went to Yingzhou to meet friends.
Yingzhou is not far from Tokyo. If the senior brother has not left, you can ask him for help.
Thinking of this, Fang Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief. This senior brother of his was not only excellent in martial arts, but also extremely resourceful. Not only was he highly respected within the Holy Cult, but he was also very famous along the coasts of Zhejiang and Zhejiang.
When it comes to the Nine Transformations of the Dragon and Chen Fan, who doesn’t know who he is?
He dominates the East China Sea with his sword and conquers the south of the Yangtze River with his spear. He is proficient in nine powerful martial arts and is known as the Nine Transformations.
This senior brother is the only son of his master Chen Houtong. Not only did he learn all the skills from Chen Houtong, he also learned from a mysterious teacher. It is said that the teacher is extremely skilled in martial arts and has a great reputation in the world. Although he does not know who he is specifically. But there are only a handful of such characters, and he is probably one of those few.
Fang Jiu thought of this and stood up to pay the bill, and then walked towards the lower reaches of the Cai River. With his water quality, it would not be difficult to sneak out of Tokyo from the river...
More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Tong's vacation was not over yet. He stayed with his wife every day, rubbing their ears and temples together, feeling affectionate and sentimental.
The little girl was still shy and reserved. No matter how Zhao Tong guided her, she still couldn't let go. Zhao Tong then told the bed-jam joke for future generations. The little girl was shy after hearing this. She either covered her face and ran away, or lowered her head and did not dare to speak. Finally, Zhao Tong Tao coaxes and persuades, taking pleasure in this.
Now that the weather has entered autumn, flowers cannot be planted outside, so my mother made some bonsai in the room and read some storybooks. Zhao Tong thought that this was boring, so he began to teach her how to write music.
It is not a Qingqu Sanqu, but a major piece of music in the repertoire.
My wife is literate. The Song Dynasty valued education the most, and culture was the most popular among all dynasties in ancient times. There were schools in some mountainous areas. In Tokyo itself, even in the poorest families, there were very few illiterate people.
Daqu is actually extremely complicated, which is a bit difficult for a girl who has never learned rhythm.
But Zhao Yu is not in a hurry. You can learn the music slowly, but you can write the lyrics first. The threshold for writing lyrics is not high. Many storytellers in the market outside make up their own stories. As long as you know some historical allusions, you can write a story. The market is singing the praises of the best-selling book.
At first, under his guidance, Xiao Niang wrote a few short stories, but they all fell into the clichés and stuck to the scholarly imagination of the talented and beautiful women in the storybooks.
Therefore, Zhao Tong began to induce her to not only focus on the prosperity of the world and the superficial beauty, but also to be more profound and market-oriented. She might as well write some sad and touching stories.
The young lady was deeply touched by these things. After all, she had experienced them herself, and because of her temperament, she showed some talent and wrote two melancholy and touching short plays.
Zhao Tong couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this. If his wife can write plays and music in the future, it would be a great help to him. She doesn't need to have many talents to make those elegant and elegant works. On the contrary, the more common people are, the better. The things she writes can be read by the common people. Understanding and understanding is the greatest success.
Commercial artists can write good lyrics. As long as I have a little talent and his guidance, it shouldn't be difficult to write something more meaningful.
This morning, with nothing to do, Zhao Tong told his mother a story.
This story happened in the previous dynasty.
The content of the story is very simple. It is probably that somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a farm family that has lost its land and can only make a living by farming for the squire.
However, no matter how much effort they put in a year, most of the grain they get in the end will be given to the squire as rent. The farmer can only maintain food and clothing, barely survive, and from time to time has to borrow money from the squire to live.
There were only two people in this farmhouse, and the father and daughter depended on each other. At the end of the year, the squire sent rogues to come to collect debts, and the father had no choice but to hide out in the cold wind and snow.
The ruffians didn't find anyone, so they smashed up the farmhouse and left. It wasn't until midnight that the father rushed home. Because he had no money and couldn't buy a gift for his daughter, he cut thorn sticks on the mountain and made a thorn hairpin for his daughter. Daughter, father and daughter hugged each other and cried on New Year's Eve.
Then the squire failed to collect the debt, so he asked the farmer to use his daughter to pay off the debt. The father refused and was framed by the gangster, and his daughter was raped and defiled by the squire.
The daughter endured the humiliation and looked for an opportunity to escape from the squire's house. She ran all the way through the mountains and hid there for more than ten years. Her hair was all white, like frost and snow.
Until one day, a prince came to Chang'an City to inspect the place. When his daughter learned about it, she went down the mountain to complain.
The young lady burst into tears when she heard this, but after a moment she raised her head and asked Zhao Tong: "Mr. Lang, which prince is coming from Chang'an?"
Zhao Tong touched his chin and said, "Of course it's the second king!"
The young lady looked at him for a moment and then suddenly said: "Although I can write it, I might not be able to pass it on to others."
Zhao Tong naturally knew what Xiao Niang meant. Even if Xiao Niang rarely saw big events, he also knew that such stories would not be welcomed by the government if they were told outside.
But it’s not that big of a deal. He smiled and said, “Write it first and then talk about it!”
The little girl said "Oh" and then fell into deep thought.
Seeing how serious she looked, Zhao Tong couldn't help but feel relieved. He really had a lot to do, but he couldn't do it and needed someone to share it.
It was not a sudden idea to build a theater and promote drama. The singing of special plays in the theater was also a matter of careful consideration.
But his energy is limited. He has to raise troops and wealth privately, and also deal with the changes in the current situation in the court. If he writes a big song, he may not be able to complete it without a lot of heads and six arms. If his wife can give him the responsibility for the opera, then he will be relaxed. Many, focused on other things.
Seeing his mother's thoughts, Zhao Tong exited the room, then called Zhou Chu and several others, and left the house to go to the military prison outside the city.
After Du Hongmian was captured that day, he did not interrogate him because he was afraid of delaying the happy event. At this time, he relaxed and decided to interrogate Rouge Leopard, a man from Duer.
After leaving the mansion, he walked all the way out of the city. When he was halfway there, Zhao Tong couldn't help but look back in confusion.
For some reason, I always felt that someone was following me after I left the palace, but when I looked around, I found nothing.
Zhao Tong wondered in his heart, if the people from the Imperial City Department were monitoring, it would be impossible to do it so seamlessly. There were no such capable people in the Imperial City Department.
He frowned and walked out of the city gate, feeling vaguely that the person following him was still there, but this time he didn't look again and went straight to the military prison.
After arriving at the military prison, when he went down to the cell, Du Hongmian did not receive the same treatment as You Siniang. After all, You Siniang was useful to him at that time, and she did not know his true identity.
But this Du Hongmian was different. When he was walking on the road on the wedding day, even if he didn't recognize him, he would know that he was the King of Qin, otherwise Fang Jiu and Du Hongmian would not assassinate him directly.
I saw Du Hongmian tied to a wooden pillar with five-flowered flowers. He was very heavy-handed at that time, so he did not torture him after being escorted in. Instead, he gave him some wound medicine. At this moment, his injuries seemed to be getting better, but his face was haggard and a little bit... skinny.
Du Hongmian saw someone coming from outside on the pillar, and reluctantly opened his eyes to identify him. When he saw it, it was Zhao Tong. He immediately looked angry, opened his eyes angrily, and cursed: "Dog King, I wish I could kill Yu You with one sword." !”
Zhao Tong looked her up and down and said with a sneer: "The three-legged cat also learned how to assassinate people. Didn't Fang La tell you about my method?"
Du Hongmian immediately turned pale after hearing this, and was shocked and confused. She didn't know how the dog king in front of her knew the name of Shenggong.
(End of chapter)
