Both sides finished burying the bodies and stood behind Zhang Yu silently waiting for Zhu Bai to speak.
There were dozens of people, but there was no sound at all, only the faint sound of raindrops hitting the leaves.
Zhu Bai turned back to Zhang Yu and said, "Go to Hongxiang Tower. Take good care of yourselves and don't scare Xiang'er."
Zhang Yu: "Ah, Your Highness, are you going to listen to music?"
It's not appropriate to listen to music at this time.
Shouldn't we rush back to Yangzhou, close the door, beat the dogs, and search the whole city?
Fugui whispered: "Miss Xiang'er is still sick."
Zhu Bai smiled coldly: "No, this time, I want to get back the money we spent on them and the lives they owe us."
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It was already dark now, Hongxiang Tower was brightly lit, people were coming and going, and it was very lively.
More than a dozen guests came to light incense and blow Hujia.
The old bustard smiled: "Masters, there is only one Xiang'er. The one who bids the highest price will be the first to enjoy it. The price starts from fifty taels. Xiang'er will only play four pieces of music tonight."
"One hundred taels."
"One hundred and fifty."
"Two hundred taels!"
"Four hundred!"
No one said anything anymore.
Four hundred taels of snowflake silver, just listening to one piece of music, you are really stupid and have too much money.
"Oh, this uncle is really knowledgeable. He can listen to the first piece of music played by my Xiang'er tonight. Even the King of Xiang likes the Hujia played by our Xiang'er." The old bustard saluted the man and said to the others, " Dear guests, please wait a moment."
Then the madam led the guest up, sat down in the quietest private room at the end of the corridor, and then went down again.
After a moment, there was the sound of rustling clothes. Xiang'er came in from the side and stood at the screen and saluted: "What music do you want to hear, sir?"
The man said: "It doesn't matter what song you play. Girl, just pick one of your newly learned songs. If you play well, you can just listen to one."
Xiang'er sat down and started blowing.
The guest officer closed his eyes and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.
After blowing a stick of incense, he asked the guest: "I wonder if the guest is satisfied?"
The guest officer said: "It would be better if Miss Xiang'er could blow the important parts again."
The incense blew another part of it.
The guest officer stood up and held his hands in his hands: "It's such a wonderful sound." Then he walked away with a smile.
When the madam saw the guest coming down, he saluted the guest who offered two hundred taels: "Sir, the second piece of music is also very good. Come on up, sir."
The second guest came up again, and Xiang'er asked the same question.
The guest's answer was similar to that of the previous guest.
The same goes for the third guest.
When the fourth guest came, he sat down and said, "Take what you are good at. I want to hear the Hujia song for one hundred taels of silver. What's so special about it?"
Xiang'er glanced at the guest and played a tune slowly and quickly.
The guest muttered: "I don't think it's that good. It's a pity that I've wasted one hundred taels of silver."
Xiang'er stood up, bowed and left without saying a word.
The first guest had already left Hongxiang Tower and returned to a remote house in Yangzhou City.
There were four or five people waiting there.
They said in the Japanese language: "How is it? Is there any news?"
The man replied: "Tomorrow, we will leave from Ximen, Hefei."
The next morning, a salt merchant set out from the west gate of Yangzhou City, escorting three thousand kilograms of salt to Hefei.
Not long after he left, several customers selling cotton cloth also left through the west gate.
When these people left the city, one of them followed the salt merchant quietly, leaving marks along the way.
The remaining people drove their cars and followed the trail, but they always kept a mile away from the salt merchant's convoy.
Seeing Yangzhou City gradually disappearing behind us and entering the mountainous area, there were suddenly fewer pedestrians on the road.
One of the people in the convoy transporting cotton cloth frowned and said, "It's strange that that guy didn't leave a mark for being so far away. The last mark was half a mile away. We can't go wrong."
The leader said: "Impossible. If there are turns or forks in the road, he will leave corresponding marks. This is not the first time he has come out to work."
Another pointed forward: "What is that?"
The leader took a closer look, wasn't he the accomplice they sent out to follow the salt merchant?
The leader scolded: "Asshole! Why are you waiting for us here? You must have lost someone."
They were anxious and ran over.
The leader patted the man on the back and asked, "What's going on?"
The man didn't answer.
The leader walked around to the front and was so frightened that he took several steps back.
The man's throat had been cut, his chest was stained black with blood, and he had long since lost his breath.
His eyes widened, as if he had died before he had time to understand.
The most frightening thing is that a silver gun penetrated his chin, and the entire gun tip was not inserted into his head, only the red tassel was exposed.
The wooden stick of the silver spear was inserted deeply into the soil, supporting the body that had long since lost its life.
"This is a trap," the leader murmured, then shouted in terror, "This is a trap! Run!"
He turned around, and there were flames all around him, followed by a thunderous roar.
After a while, there was no one left standing.
On the next day and the third day, there were salt merchants leaving the city in different directions.
The Japanese pirate leaders who followed them were the second and third people who listened to the music that day.
After those Japanese pirates left Yangzhou City, they never came back.
Business in "Hongxiang Tower" is still good. People come to bid every day to listen to Xiang'er playing Hujia. Those who win the bid are all here to listen to new songs.
The madam beamed: "Xiang'er is really a money-spinner."
Tonight is particularly strange. Although there are many customers in the store, no one comes to order some incense.
The madam murmured in her heart: "What happened today?"
Zhu Bai came in slowly from the door.
The old bustard's heart skipped a beat: Mom, when did this little King of Hell come to Yangzhou City again? Why didn't I receive any news at all?
She quickly calmed down and waved her hand to greet Zhu Bai: "Oh, Your Highness, you are back. Our Xiang'er misses you."
Zhu Bai looked at her: "Really? Where is Xiang'er. Ask her to come down."
The old bustard turned around and called: "Xiang'er, come down quickly, His Highness is here to see you."
There was no movement upstairs.
Zhu Bai looked at the old bustard with a half-smile.
The old bustard was flustered for a while and said, "Oh, this child has some weird tricks on her. Wait for the woman to go up and ask her to come down for Your Highness."
After she finished speaking, she turned to go upstairs.
Zhu Bai said: "No need. When you escape from the second floor window, I will have to try hard to catch you. Why bother."
The madam laughed dryly: "Why can't the common woman understand what His Highness said?"
Zhu Bai said coolly: "Fornicating with Japanese pirates is a heinous crime and should be cut into pieces according to the law. Come here."
All the guests sitting in the hall responded in unison: "Yes!"
The madam then realized that there were no other guests tonight, they were all Zhu Bai's people.
She turned around and wanted to run, but there was a sharp pain in her thigh, and she couldn't help but fall down on the stairs.
Looking back, she saw a ray of silver light leaving her and returning to the hands of the handsome young man beside Zhu Bai.
His legs were bleeding profusely.
