Zhu Su really didn't say anything more. As the actors began to sing, everyone's attention was gradually drawn to the newly arranged play.
There was singing and dancing in the building, and the lights across the building were as eye-catching as a bright light in the dark night in this desolate land in the west of the city.
Suddenly, everyone in the building was startled when they heard a "squeaking" sound outside the building. A point of light rose from the ground and cut through the night sky outside the building. Everyone in the building was startled. Then the light spot made a "boom" sound and turned into a mess of colorful fireworks.
Afterwards, several more light spots rose one after another, and the night sky of Su Ping Mansion suddenly shone with patches of death.
Everyone in the building was admiring the fireworks, and some people sighed: "Only when the country is peaceful and the people are safe can we have fireworks like this. I don't want to see such a beautiful scene today."
Everyone nodded in agreement, enjoying the gorgeous fireworks with smiles on their faces, feeling in their hearts the beautiful vision of peace and prosperity for the country and the people.
But no one noticed that Zhu Su, who was sitting at the top, had a strange expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth showed an inappropriate arc.
"Hey, at this age, there are people who can set off fireworks."
"The country is peaceful and the people are safe..."
"I have prepared my pockets, do you want to come and dig into them? Zhang Chen's remnants..."
Zhu Su raised his wine bottle and took a sip. The flickering fireworks outside the building made his expression even more difficult to discern.
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In the west of the city, outside a shack somewhere, a man raised his head and glanced at the fireworks rising to the east, then glanced bitterly at the only brightly lit building in the west of the city, and then blew out the lighting oil lamp in his hand. Shorty got into the shed.
As soon as the lights went out, there was nothing unusual here, and the entire shed seemed to disappear out of thin air, hidden in the darkness.
The man lay on the ground in the shed and felt around in the dark. His face soon brightened, and he raised his hand and pulled open a small cellar door. The man dodged and got into it.
When the cellar door is closed again, this place will be like other common shacks in the west of the city, with no clues.
"Brother Lin Wu is back. Is there any movement outside?"
When the man entered the cellar, a man with a knife stopped him. The man took a bag of wine from the man and drank a few sips.
"The news has been sent over there. The young prince Zhu Ming really gathered everyone in that building for a banquet."
"I will go find the young master and let him make a decision."
As he spoke, he threw the wine bag into his arms and strode deeper inside.
He made many twists and turns, and the cellar actually became wider and wider as he walked.
Surprisingly, there is a whole other world inside this small cellar entrance. At the deepest point was a rather spacious hall, with more than a dozen people sitting in the banquet and having a feast.
Logically speaking, the people living in the shacks in the west of the city are all poor people. Even if they have nothing to live on this New Year's Eve, they cannot afford to light a lamp or eat a good meal.
But now, the underground was brightly lit, and the dozen or so people inside were sitting in different orders, as if they were a large family with strict rules.
There was even a faint aroma of wine and meat. Where can ordinary refugees get such food and wine?
"General Lin Wu."
Seeing him coming back, everyone stood up and said.
"I've met the young master." The man named Lin Wu knelt down and said.
The man and woman sitting at the top were actually a rather young woman and man. The man was about twenty years old and looked similar to Prince Zhu Biao, but his face looked arrogant and sinister, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was superior to others.
The woman was only about twenty-nine years old, with a pale expression on her face. Although her color was good, there was always a hint of loneliness and paranoia in her eyes. This paranoia suddenly turned his otherwise acceptable appearance into one that made him unapproachable by strangers.
"Is there any movement in the city?" Before the man could speak, the woman hurriedly asked.
"..." The man named Lin Wu didn't answer, and only looked at the young man above him. The woman who asked the question paused for a moment, lowered her head and her expression suddenly became a little unclear.
Seeing that the woman was unhappy, the young man quickly turned around and shouted: "When the Chen family sister asks a question, you answer quickly. What do you want me to do?"
"Yes." Lin Wu responded in a muffled voice before speaking: "Master Ma Qi has sent a message using fireworks."
"If it's as stated in the invitation, all the high-ranking officials in the state government gathered in the newly built building."
There was a slight noise in the cellar, and everyone was whispering to each other.
"Well……"
After listening to Lin Wu's words, not only the young master, but also other people in the cellar suddenly fell into hesitation.
"How else can we act?" One of the people at the table shouted. "Such a God-given opportunity, if we don't take the initiative, won't we have to sit back and let the opportunity slip away?"
"I don't want to be bossed around by that little prince anymore! Grandma, if you eat a mouthful of his porridge, you have to catch mice for him every day and build a shack for him. Even the swill has a servant to boss me around. How many times have I relapsed!"
"When have I ever felt so angry?"
This rough man had a face full of resentment.
"Otherwise, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon." A man dressed as a scribe stood up.
"The puppet king of Wu doesn't have banquets here and there, so why does he have to have banquets in this remote place in the west of the city?"
"There are only refugees and shacks here. He mobilized the Shen family's craftsmen to build a building in this place just to gather these people together on New Year's Eve and let me catch them all?"
"Something's wrong, something's wrong..." The scribe shook his head.
"Then the young prince is so happy about his achievements. He is blackmailing merchants and building buildings to show off his achievements. What's wrong with that?" Someone immediately stood up and retorted. "It's just a building, even if it has some secrets, it will be burned down as soon as the fire goes over. It's rare for these people to get together and catch them all in one fell swoop. How can we ignore the kindness sent by the Bird King?"
"Besides, Prince Zhu Ming is only a few years old, so how can he be so heart-warming? How could a person who grew up in a honeypot be ruthless enough to use his body as bait?"
"Even if he is really acting, if we get rid of the fire, the fake act will become real."
"Feng Xin is coming. This is a flaw that has been rare in decades. If we wait until the opportunity passes, even if we call in soldiers, will we be able to get over this wall?"
The two groups of people argued endlessly. The group with more people thought that they should take advantage of the opportunity to act, while the group with fewer people concluded that something was abnormal. After arguing for a while with no result, they all looked at the young master above.
"Young Master, please tell me how to act!" said the man named Lin Wu.
"Well..." The young master frowned deeply, with obvious hesitation in his eyes.
He thought for a while with his hands behind his back, but finally came up with no results. He turned around and looked at the young woman beside him who remained silent with a slightly flattering look on his face:
"Sister, in your opinion, what should we do?"
(End of chapter)
