Poor people must be hateful, and the opposite is also true. This statement is not true at all.
Not just for Yu Su Liuyin, this is the truth that our ancestors have summarized for thousands of years. Thinking about this kid's bully and fear of force by taking advantage of others, not to mention the ordinary people who suffered, even his own father sometimes He was so angry that he wanted to beat him to death at home, so that he could be worthy of his ancestors.
He also knew more or less many things about this dandy, so he did not generalize about Su Liuyin who was crying and looking repentant at the moment. He really felt that this boy had changed his past. The prodigal son turned back.
Naturally, Liangwei, who was kept in the dark, was manipulated by Mo Ying without knowing it. It was pitiable, and even in the middle of the night, he would not arbitrarily decide that Liangwei was good and Mo Ying was bad.
No matter what the purpose, destroying the innocence of so many women, this kind of thing makes people feel disgusting. Death is not a pity, how to distinguish between good and bad?
After sending Su Liuyin back to the cell, Ye Sangen deliberately stopped for a while to take a look at the Jianghu man from the river area.
Influenced by the old man who started from scratch in the world of martial arts and then moved to the temple to establish a career with such meritorious deeds, coupled with the fact that the swordsman in the world of martial arts was like an ancestral home, his mother, who was born in Mingdaofen, had been obsessed with her since she was a child. Ye San, who often considers himself a Jianghu person, also sympathizes with Liangwei to a certain extent.
Under the system of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were already many shackles in the Jianghu clan, and not many of them could reach a very prestigious level in one place. Someone like Fenshuiling, who was born a water thief, was able to make quick decisions and quickly change clans in the peaceful and prosperous times. A sect that specializes in water transportation, both the courage of the leader and the spirit of the entire sect can be seen.
Especially this Liangwei, who can be sent to the capital city where people are mixed with people to be responsible for many external affairs of his family, unclogging relationships and managing contacts, which cannot be done by non-tactful people, which can also be seen from this.
Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine that it is inevitable that some noble ladies in the capital and border areas will be deceived by this man with a rough background.
It's just that maybe it's because things will turn to the extreme and wisdom will get hurt, which is in line with the old saying that a wise man will make a mistake after thinking a lot - naturally, Liangwei is not a wise man, he can only be regarded as a smart person - how can he always walk by the river? If your shoes don't get wet, it's good luck.
Hearing the appearance of Yue Qingfeng outside in the middle of the night, Liangwei, who had been silently paying attention to the cell next to him, just glanced sideways and said hehe, "Why did you send that kid back again? Are you afraid that I will report you?"
I don't know whether this reckless man was speaking hard because he was about to die, or he was acting unscrupulously due to some back-up plan. Anyway, at midnight, there was no trace of fear or uneasiness in his expression.
It is understandable. According to what was known in the middle of the night, the good family of Fenshuiling had sent people to the capital to buy mansions and make friends with powerful people as early as the reign of Emperor Wu Jian.
You know, more than ten years ago, during the reign of Emperor Wu Jian, who conquered the entire world with force, the brave king who preferred staying on the battlefield to staying in the palace had already moved everywhere in the early days of his succession. Taking war as his duty, in order to cope with the continuous killings from all directions in the next thirty years, it was also a special training for those soldiers in the army who were accustomed to training their physical fitness every day, so they began to lead their soldiers to wander around the rivers and lakes. He rode through the rivers and lakes with a brave attitude.
It was at this time that many warriors in the martial arts world, under pressure from the imperial court, had to face the group of warriors who already had a numerical advantage. They often used dozens of warriors to fight against hundreds of warriors who cooperated tacitly, and the warriors were proud of it. Use your skills to deal with the waves of attacks.
In severe cases, the whole family will be wiped out; in mild cases, it will damage the muscles and bones and cause death.
Faced with the high gold and silver compensation, all the sects in the world remained silent, and finally ended in a tragic ending, which made the reckless people who were already frightened by the laws of the Zhou Dynasty even more afraid to use force to violate the ban.
It was after this that the watershed water village that had been preserved by being huddled in the river was struggling to survive. It recuperated its energy and time, and settled in the capital forcefully. In a humble manner, it made friends with wealthy officials at all costs, hoping to win the battle in the military. He settled down and settled down under the iron heel of Emperor Jian.
Until this point, I have to admire the vision of Fenshuiling's previous village master. At least in the entire Jianghu, Fenshuiling was one of the few aristocrats to escape the ravages of Emperor Wu Jian's horse whip.
It can also be seen from this that Liangwei's ability to take over this important position is a top priority for him and for the watershed.
If Watershed didn't have any worthy characters in the capital, Ye San wouldn't believe it.
But naturally he is not afraid of the power behind the good family. No matter how strong the background is, he can have a strong background as the only king with a different surname in the dynasty. Ye Sangen just understands the difficulty of these Jianghu sects, so he plans to reveal some secrets to Liangwei that others don't know.
Quan Quan pretended not to hear Liangwei's insinuations, and it could be said that there was some sympathy among people in the world, so the late night watch was just a temporary complaint from Liangwei.
The lively lights, accentuated by the noise outside the wall, spilled into the cell through the small window, and tiny dust particles floated around and disappeared without a trace.
Midnight: "Do you know why you came in?"
Liangwei sneered.
Ye San, who wanted to be honest with him, couldn't help but smile a little bitterly. It was obvious that he could come to this place, which gave him more or less a sense of power.
In the middle of the night, he asked again, "Do you know how serious a crime you have committed?"
After asking, he laughed a little at himself, thinking that with someone like Ruliangwei, he should also know the laws of Da Zhou.
But completely unexpectedly, Liangwei snorted coldly again. Through the cell door, he could feel the knife-like murderousness in his eyes. He said coldly: "Did I owe you all the Ye family money last year?" Miss, two thousand taels of silver, are you waiting for you to come back to Beijing to settle old scores for me?"
In the middle of the night, I was speechless.
Liangwei, who obviously judged a gentleman with a villain's heart, naturally would not have guessed the intention of Midnight. Sitting in the corner, he sneered again and continued: "At Midnight, you can use whatever means you have. What kind of skill is it to instigate Su Liuyin to expose me? Why do you think you can use Su Liuyin to dig up my old scores? Is this the method of your high-ranking family? Isn't it disgusting? "
Ye San was obviously a little stunned by Liangwei's questioning again and again.
Liangwei was still like a resentful woman who suddenly found an outlet for her emotions, chattering endlessly and venting her dissatisfaction.
"That guy who came to Mo Ying was looking for the conflict between me and him, right? Your backing, the prince's palace, is so incompetent. A king with a different surname from the royal dynasty, why do you still need to use such crappy means to deal with ordinary people?"
He snorted coldly again, Liangwei's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he stared at the late night, as if he came from Jiuyou, and he was especially resentful.
"Others are afraid of you, but I, Liangwei, are not."
The rough man who looked even more sinister in the cell gritted his teeth.
"Either you kill me. Or..."
He grinned with white teeth.
"I will bite you to death."
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The capital was bustling with activity, especially on Zhuque Street.
This royal road, which can accommodate three or four six-carriage carriages side by side, is especially crowded on such a day when the whole country is celebrating.
At least for now, the one-man carriage cannot move.
At this time, Zhuque Street was home to tens of thousands of people from the capital city. Vendors were shouting and selling, tourists were bargaining, jugglers were loudly showing off their skills in an attempt to win over a few onlookers, and several major brothels organized floats to carry their own beauty to the capital. The oiran sings and dances.
One after another, it was so noisy.
Compared with this, the landscape in the capital is even more noisy.
On Leyouyuan, princes, princes, nobles and their wives were reciting poems they bought from no one knows where. They pointed at the lanterns and brocades in the distance and inspired the words. They were arty and elegant, but they didn't care whether they complemented each other.
Towards the south, Quchi Lake is even more lively today. From Quchifang Pier to Qizhou in the middle of the lake, there is an endless stream of boats, boats, and flower boats, connecting the two places in a line.
Among them was a awning boat.
The boatman—perhaps he should be called a boatman because he stood on the bow of the boat—holds a bamboo pole as thick as a fist and does not row the boat, letting the boat follow the current and stagger towards Qizhou.
Under the awning, Fuying Langren, who was wearing a jet-black patterned hakama with feathers, hid his hands in his clothes. He was very dissatisfied with the swaying, frowned slightly, and looked at the "boatman" on the bow of the boat from time to time, trying to use his eyes to Remind him to sail well.
Apparently the boatman was like an elm tree, standing on the bow of the boat and motionless.
On the other hand, the man hiding in the shade opposite Fu Yinglang couldn't bear the cold night, breathed into his hands, and said intermittently: "It's useless to be anxious at this time. There are boats in front and behind, and I can't move. Matsushima-sama, just a moment." Don't be impatient."
This was followed by two light coughs.
Fuying Langren still looked impatient, but his tone was very polite, "I just care about Mr. Jiahui. Can you bear it if you ask me to go to Jianglou in such weather?"
The man opposite smiled and said, "It doesn't matter," but it elicited three or two light coughs.
The "boatman" on the bow of the boat turned his head, revealing a side face with an angular cover.
The man called Jia Hui didn't even look at it, so he just shook his hand.
After coughing again, the man picked up the cotton robe that was thrown aside and put it on, saying: "My original intention was to invite Mr. Songdao to go to Jianglou to relieve his fatigue. In fact, I forgot about the hustle and bustle. It was my inconsideration. No wonder. Strange."
Fu Yinglan, whose surname is Matsushima, waved his hand, "Sir, if you have something to do, just give me instructions. Why bother?"
The man who started coughing slightly when he spoke smiled and said: "It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome. It's extremely happy to think that something big will be accomplished and that he will lose his son in his old age. Of course, I have to celebrate."
Fu Yinglang reluctantly agreed: "It's not too late to wait until the dust settles. Isn't Mr. Jia Hui a little too hasty?"
The man who is called sir and should have some skills laughed and said: "It has been laid out for so long, what ability does Monkey have, can he still jump out of the palm of Tathagata Buddha? In the end, he obeyed obediently, wearing a hoop and bearing the humiliation all the way. ,Learn from the west?"
Lang Ren, who came from Fuying and didn't know much about the culture of the Great Zhou Dynasty, could only agree with a smile and said: "Mr. Jia Hui is indeed a great talent in the world praised by my Fuying emperor. As you said, strategize and win a thousand miles."
The man across from me was very humble and said, "I'm very complimentary."
Then he changed the subject and said: "This time I will give up two chess pieces in the capital, so I am not afraid that their whole family will not be included in the game."
Fuying Langren just smiled in agreement.
The skin smiles but the flesh does not smile.
In his opinion, such methods are really inferior to his own imperial master, and are too crude.
After coughing a few times, the man continued: "But the chess player is still Matsushima-sama. Without you as the chess player, no matter how good I am, this game will be difficult to succeed, and it will never be possible to reach this point."
Lang endured the disrespect and happily accepted the compliment with a smile, and then said: "Up to now, we have been working steadily according to Mr. Jia Hui's plan. In this way, Mr. Jia Hui, can you tell me who the person behind you is?" who is it."
The man who was out of breath due to a light cough shook his head, and after calming down his breath, he said: "Don't worry, Mr. Songdao, I will let you know when it is done. Just induce Mo Ying to do it step by step. When the chess game ends, I will The adult behind him will show up."
Fu Yinglang couldn't help but frown slightly. Although he was deliberately trying to hide it, he could still hear some impatience in his tone.
"I don't understand why Mr. Jia Hui keeps hiding it from us? Regarding this cooperation, your hiding it like this will make my general feel that you are very insincere."
"Aren't you sincere?" the man asked in response, "I threw out the old Liangwei chess piece and the new Mo Ying piece as bait, and I've even found a place for you to grow green tea. This is called being insincere. ?”
Fu Yinglang reluctantly leaned forward, full of oppression.
This caused the "boatman" on the bow of the boat to move.
Fuying Lang said reluctantly: "So, I don't understand what the people behind Mr. Jiahui want to get from us in Fuying. How can such a good thing in the world be possible if we just give without expecting anything in return?"
The man opposite said slowly: "There is a saying in Da Zhou that the enemy of the enemy is a friend. Although it is not appropriate to put it here, it is similar."
Fu Yinglang was thoughtful.
The man opposite was wearing a tight cotton robe and smiling broadly, but no one knew what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd.
