She boarded the carriage, resting her chin on her hand as she thought about the people and events she had encountered that evening.
Yan Xiaosi asked her from outside the car.
"Shall we go back to the rouge shop?"
The carriage curtain swayed, revealing the full moon peeking out from behind thin clouds.
Qi Su changed her mind at the last minute.
"Go to Fenglelou."
Yan Xiaosi: "Listen to your own words, is that even right? The master is still in the Zhaoyu prison."
Qi Su responded with an "oh".
"Then, while your master is still away, shall we go to Blackie's place?"
Yan Xiaosi fell silent.
Yan Xiaosi drove the carriage at breakneck speed.
If Qi Su were a shortbread, it would have crumbled into crumbs by now.
She was afraid that Yan Xiaosi would really pull her back to the rouge shop, so she poked her head out.
"The spy from Southern Chu has arranged to meet Yun Wuyi at Fengle Tower today. Your master is in Zhao Prison and can't go, so I'm going to inquire on his behalf."
...Is that what you mean?
Yan Xiaosi had indeed heard about the spies from Southern Chu.
Regardless, he eventually drove the carriage to Fenglelou without saying a word.
.
The spy sister from Nan Chu suggested that Yun Wuyi meet with his old friends at Fengle Tower on the night of the full moon.
Those spies must be very well-informed.
They probably already know that Yun Wuyi can't come today, right?
Qi Su did not go to the private room she usually used, but instead pulled down her cloth hat to cover her eyebrows and eyes.
Her constable's uniform was quite well concealed in the darkness.
…
She guessed right.
The spies in Fenglelou had indeed received the news.
Because of his disobedience to the emperor, Yun Wuyi was ostensibly a guest in the palace, but in reality, he had been imprisoned in the Zhaoyu Prison.
Inside the small red building where the dancers lived.
On that day, a plump woman holding a pipa sat at the table and poured a glass of wine for the guest next to her.
The guest was wearing a scholar's hat, had a graying beard, and looked to be over forty.
He did have the clean and neat appearance of a scholar.
Dancer: "Lord Li, could it be that the King of Qishan is about to be killed by Wei Zhao?"
The scholar, referred to as Lord Li, shook his head.
“We can’t kill him. Even if Wei Zhao wanted to take action, he would have to consider the current situation.”
Some time ago, the Southern Chu state began making arrangements in the capital city of Gan.
The old and new grudges between the previous and new dynasties were stirred up, and it took considerable effort for the court to suppress them.
Leaving aside the prestigious and powerful families, let's just talk about the scholars and commoners.
Prince Yun Zheng, who had been a monk since childhood, had always enjoyed an excellent reputation.
Because of the matter of the royal family being forced to return to secular life and be married off, the royal family has already been the subject of malicious speculation among the people.
When the new emperor first entered Ganjing, he addressed the entire city outside the Zhuque Gate with a resounding voice.
As long as one becomes a subject of the Yan Dynasty, no one will pursue matters from the previous dynasty.
Later, Dao Ci, as a former prince, personally preached for the new dynasty, and the powerful clans and officials finally submitted to the new dynasty.
Now, the new dynasty has only been established for eight years.
They were already sharpening their knives, aiming them at Dao Ci.
And what about the others? Those powerful families who had served as officials in the previous dynasty for generations, and those aristocratic families who had helped the previous dynasty resist the new dynasty.
One can't help but feel uneasy and uncertain.
Was the previous statement that no action would be taken merely a temporary excuse due to the instability of the court?
Is the real purge only beginning now?
The scholar surnamed Li picked up his wine cup, gazed at the shimmering red liquid inside, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Wei Zhao was still too impatient."
"Isn't his impatience a good thing for us? It would be perfect if he killed the King of Qishan in a fit of rage. The Great Yan Dynasty will fall into disintegration again, and that will be our opportunity."
After saying that, the dancer poured him another glass of wine.
“Killing him may temporarily damage the foundation of the Great Yan Dynasty. But in the long run, he is still more valuable as long as he lives.”
The dancer giggled.
"I thought it was His Highness Prince Songyang who couldn't bear to part with his younger brother."
The scholar surnamed Li said calmly, "Born into the emperor's family, what true brotherhood is there? We are all rivals vying for the throne."
The dancer looked at his empty glass again.
"The master still enjoys Fenglelou's jade wine as much as ever."
The scholar surnamed Li said, "After all, such fine wine cannot be brewed in Southern Chu."
Dancer: "Soon. Once His Highness Prince Songyang has conquered Ganjing City, I will save as much as you wish to drink."
The scholar surnamed Li suddenly looked out the window with his sharp, hawk-like eyes.
Who is it?
A red garment flashed past inside the room.
The dancer appeared voluptuous, but her agility was exceptional; in a flash, she was already outside the door.
She looked around.
This is the busiest time at Fengle Tower.
There weren't many people in the little red building where the dancers lived.
The long corridor was deserted and desolate. In the distance, at the foot of the stone steps, a cat crouched under a pillar, looking over curiously.
The dancer looked up.
But outside this unremarkable little house, in the shadows, countless silver threads pulled silver bells hanging in mid-air.
The silver thread did not move.
The bell didn't ring.
She went back into the room.
There was no one there.
…
Qi Su left Fenglelou.
The man named Yue Yunwuyi was an envoy from the Southern Chu state.
The news that the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty was going to celebrate his birthday had spread several days earlier.
Not only the Southern Chu, but also the Western Rong, Northern Ting, and Eastern Yue sent envoys with gifts to offer their congratulations.
Based on the methods of Xuan Niao, one of Yun Wuyi's subordinates, they should have already figured out the conspiracy.
The night was gloomy.
A gust of wind blew by, and thick clouds obscured the bright moon.
The entire capital city, under the moonlight, resembled a lurking giant beast.
Something seems to be spreading and cracking in the shadows.
It will explode in the sunlight when the time is right.
.
Qi Su returned to the rouge shop at midnight.
The door opened almost as soon as her hand touched it.
The shopkeeper stood behind the door, wearing a coat.
He looked at her with a gentle smile.
"Second Miss is back? Are you cold? Did anything happen today?"
Qi Su shook her head.
Shopkeeper: "Miss, are you hungry? Would you like me to cook some wontons?"
Leave the lights on late at night to welcome guests and cook a midnight snack.
Although she was just a shopkeeper, Qi Su felt the warmth of family from her.
"No need, I'll just wash up and rest."
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "You should get some rest. Starting tomorrow, our second young lady will begin preparing her dowry."
Qi Su: "Dowry?"
The shopkeeper said, "Miss, you're getting married at the end of the month. Your husband is Young Master Yun."
Very good, the second time.
She learned from the second person that she was getting married.
Qi Su remained silent for a few seconds.
I said "oh," and my mood was quite calm.
"Then I'll go wash up first."
…
The next day, before Qi Su even got out of bed, the shopkeeper came to tell her.
Yun Wuyi has been released from Zhaoyu Prison and returned to Daxiangguo Temple.
Sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto her bed.
Qi Su sat up with her hair down, still feeling groggy.
A yellow and white cat came in from outside, wagging its big tail.
He jumped onto Qi Su's bed.
With a flick of its furry little mouth, a shrimp jumped up.
Fresh water splashed onto Qi Su's face.
Qi Su...
Seeing that she wasn't eating, Buddha Heart meowed and used its paw pads to press down the shrimp's head, then pushed it towards Qi Su.
Qi Su patted its little head.
"Honey, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
A sound came from outside the window.
"Buddha's heart."
Fo Xin pretended not to hear anything, found a comfortable spot under the covers, and lay down.
Qi Su turned her head to look over.
Outside the window, the courtyard was bathed in sunlight.
Under the peach tree with its tender leaves, stood a young man holding prayer beads in his hands.
Qi Su's gaze met that of the person under the tree.
Just like the clear sky after rain, today's meeting is also fresh and exciting.
Qi Su slowly smiled and waved to him.
"Good morning, Young Master Yun."
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