Chapter 371 Yin Qiu and the King Confronted
Baoya withdrew her gaze, but in her last glance in her mind, she seemed to see a lotus petal carved on the hairpin that the old man used to tie his bun, which seemed familiar.
I seem to have seen it somewhere before?
Hearing Rong Bing calling her, Bao Ya came back to her senses and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry for making Grandpa anxious."
"Oh, it's okay. Don't just disappear without saying a word next time." Rong Bing waved his hand. As long as the person was found, it would be fine. God knows he was almost going crazy when he couldn't find Ran Ran just now.
"I will never do that again next time!" the little girl promised seriously.
Rong Bing said nothing more. He held Cheng Xi in one hand and held her hand with the other: "Let's release the river lanterns and go back. It's easy to catch a cold if we stay too late."
"Okay." Baoya agreed obediently.
The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren bought two river lanterns from a man selling river lanterns on the river bank. After handing Chengxi over to the attendant, Rong Bing and Baoya sat opposite each other, spread the small pieces of paper with their wishes on them on the table, and picked up their pens to write.
The two of them moved in unison, picking up the pen, moistening it, dipping it in ink, moving the pen, and then began to write steadily.
Rong Bing's handwriting is free and easy, while Bao Ya's handwriting is clear and elegant.
After writing, the two waited for the ink to dry, then folded the paper and placed it in the river lantern.
Soon, two river lanterns with flickering candlelight gradually faded away with the night wind, and suddenly the melodious singing of a warbler was heard on the lake.
Baoya stood up from the river bank and saw a two-story pleasure boat anchored in the lake from afar. On the bow of the boat stood a slim woman singing and dancing.
A thin layer of mist appeared on the surface of the lake at some point, making it look even more hazy and illusory from a distance.
Rong Bing saw that she was mesmerized by the performance and smiled as he stroked the small bud on her head. "Do you like it? When you go to the capital, your grandfather will invite someone to sing at our house."
"Can you invite me home?" Baoya looked at Rong Bing with sparkling eyes, as if she had discovered something new and interesting.
Rong Bing nodded: "Yes, of course."
"Then, let's watch it with grandma." The little girl smiled sweetly.
Rong Bing was stunned for a moment, then he also laughed: "Good! Your grandmother must have missed you."
The grandparents and grandchildren walked towards the inn, chatting and laughing.
When I arrived at the door, I saw two people and a big white dog blocking the door and confronting each other.
The big white dog's tail hair had stood up, and it was making a low "woooo" growl, as if warning the two men.
One of the two men drew his sword and stood in front of the other. Both of them bent their legs slightly, as if ready to escape at any time.
Baoya felt strange. When she came here during the day, she didn’t see any dogs in the inn.
When she got closer, she realized that it was not a big white dog, but the Lonely King!
Baoya was afraid it might hurt someone, so she quickly called out, "My Lord, come quickly! Don't hurt anyone!"
When the king heard the familiar voice of his little master, he immediately stopped talking and ran towards Baoya with his tail between his legs.
I thought that the two people who were bullied by the king would come over to cause trouble, but I didn't expect that they turned around and left without saying anything.
"Sir Yin, why are you strolling to the door of our inn in the middle of the night?" Rong Bing said slowly.
The two people who were about to leave in a hurry stopped immediately.
Aren’t they Yin Qiu and Shen Dai?
Yin Qiu was standing under the eaves at the door of the inn at this time, hidden in the shadows, making his face look even darker.
His face was dark, his fists clenched, and he glared at Rong Bing coldly: "What? Only Old Pavilion Master Rong is allowed to go shopping, but I am not allowed to go out for a walk?"
"Ah, Lord Yin misunderstood," Rong Bing waved his hands, smiling broadly. "Look, I just accompanied my grandson and granddaughter to release river lanterns and listen to music, and I didn't expect Lord Yin to come out shopping as well."
"And just as I was leaving the door, I was stopped by our Ranran's dog. I'm so sorry."
After these words were spoken, Yin Qiu's face became even worse.
With his old teeth clattering, Yin Qiu said coldly, "Then I will not disturb the old Pavilion Master's leisure. Goodbye!"
After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and left with Shen Dai.
Perhaps because he was too angry, Yin Qiu kicked a stone before he took two steps and almost fell down. He was supported by Shen Dai who was standing beside him.
Rong Bing looked at his limping back and finally couldn't help laughing.
Baoya also narrowed her watery eyes.
She used to think that her grandfather Yin Qiu was fierce and strict, and was particularly tough with her mother. She didn't expect that he had such a side to him.
It wasn't until Yin Qiu's back entered the inn next door that Rong Bing withdrew his gaze and said to Bao Ya, "Wait until your mother and the others come back, then you can go check on him."
This he was naturally referring to was Yin Qiu.
Baoya understood instantly and nodded, "Don't worry, Grandfather. I'll go there with my parents and my brother later."
"Okay, it's cold outside, let's go in first." Rong Bing said.
…
The night is dark.
The streets and alleys of Ping'an Town have become quiet. Most of the shops have closed, and only a few food shops still have lights on.
Two veiled people stood on the eaves of the top floor of the tall observation building.
One was wearing white and the other was wearing black.
It was Nan Xuan and Ling An.
Nan Xuan sat on the eaves with his hair loose, legs crossed, and tilted his head back to pour out all the wine in the jug.
Then he stretched out his hand and handed it to Ling An next to him: "Fill it up!"
Ling An skillfully took the huge wine jar next to him, filled the wine pot with a few gulps, and handed it to Nan Xuan.
Nan Xuan tilted his head back and took a big sip, his peach blossom eyes narrowed in satisfaction.
"Pavilion Master," Ling An stared at his profile, his words a little anxious, "Didn't you say that you would no longer interfere in the affairs of the court or the martial arts world?"
Although they rescued the people of five villages from Captain Fei and those bandits this time, Nan Xuan's identity was exposed. Now, not only the court, but also the martial arts world are hunting him down.
Nan Xuan's slender white fingers tapped rhythmically on the wine jug, and he said slowly, "If I don't do it, then Jing Zhen will be the one to do it."
"By then, it will be the Fifth Prince who is colluding with the bandits."
His fingers paused for a moment, and he chuckled, "But Ye Jinghua is quite clever. By losing a loyal subordinate, he removed the support behind Jing Zhen."
"Backer..." Ling An went over these two words in his mind several times before realizing that his Pavilion Master was talking about himself.
"Now I'm being hunted by the underworld, and the imperial court has also posted a warrant for my arrest. I can go out and fight them, and even kill them all."
His thin lips moved slightly, and he spoke slowly, word by word: "But I am Jingzhen's master. Ye Jinghua dared to drag me out to take the blame. I am afraid he has already made preparations. When the time comes, he will say that Jingzhen is colluding with the leader of the Demon Sect. Tsk tsk..."
"I guess all the civil and military officials in the court will stand up and ask that bastard emperor to punish Jing Zhen."
"What should we do then? Hasn't His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince been taken back by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Ling An asked.
Nan Xuan pursed his lips and raised the corner of his lip: "No big deal, we are just doing things behind the scenes. Jing Zhen has already made preparations. This is a good opportunity to go back early."
"That little idiot Ye Jinghua would never have imagined that his perfect plan this time would just suit Jingzhen's wishes. Let's just wait and see."
Ling An nodded and put the cloak on his arm over Nan Xuan's shoulders: "Then shall we go back to the pavilion early tomorrow morning?"
Nan Xuan shook the wine jug in his hand: "No hurry, there is still one thing I haven't done."
"What's the matter?" Ling An was a little confused.
All those who should be killed have been killed, all those who should be rescued have been rescued, and all those who should be sent away have been sent away. What else is there to do?
"Please help me deliver a letter to the Yun family later." Nan Xuan said.
As he spoke, he took out a thin envelope from his pocket and patted Ling An's chest.
Ling An took the letter and put it in his arms: "Who should I give it to?"
"Just give it to the old lady of the Yun family." Nan Xuan said.
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