Outside the yamen, Li Xiulan saw Song Zhi from afar, and quickly raised her hand and shouted: "Young Master Song!"

Song Zhi noticed that the people who had just listened to the hall followed one after another, and there were still a lot of people. In order not to attract attention, he led Zhu Wushi to step forward quickly, met with Li Xiulan and disappeared quickly at the corner.

It was almost noon, and there was a narrow alley in the middle section of Jiangnan Road, in a low house.

There were some hot dishes on the wooden table by the window, and even a fat big goose and several plates of pickled vegetables. These were specially cooked by Li Xiulan to help Song Zhi and the others.

After chatting for a while, Song Zhi also understood Li Xiulan's family background. Her parents worked in the tea garden of the Ma family of the Huainan Road Grand Clan. She married a young doctor in the local area who was still studying. In addition to washing silk for Bufangsi, she was also responsible for taking care of this low-minded younger brother.

Although life is not rich, there is always hope. The few chickens, ducks and geese in the yard make the years peaceful.

"Thank you for your help, otherwise we siblings would suffer a lot today." Li Xiulan said with a sincere voice. If Song Zhi had not stopped them, they would probably have lost their errands due to injuries. This is the worst.

Song Zhicai finished eating in April 1st, but he had no appetite at this moment. Instead, Li Jie swallowed it voraciously and was blamed by Li Xiulan.

"Sister Xiulan, you just said that your parents are all working under the Ma family in the tea merchant, so they know more about the Ma family?" Song Zhi just twisted a piece of sour radish and asked while tasting it.

Li Xiulan held a small bowl, and Song Zhi took off the veil at this moment. After seeing Song Zhi's face, Li Xiulan couldn't hold on to the chopsticks, not knowing whether the person in front of her was a man or a woman.

"Mr. Song...Why did Miss Song ask this?" she asked curiously.

Song Zhi tapped the table with his finger and corrected: "Don't change your words, Mr. Song is Mr. Song."

"I want to ask, what is the reputation of the four major clans, including the Ma family, and are there any strange characters, such as... ruthless... young people?"

After Song Zhi asked ambiguously, Zhu Wushi, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but look at him. He was already a little sure of Song Zhi's purpose of coming here, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart, but he still said nothing.

Li Xiulan didn't know why Song Zhi asked this, but after pondering for a long time, he answered seriously:

"The Ma family...The Ma family is quite good to servants. The two young men in the Ma family seem to have different personalities. The eldest son is a scholar, while the second son is idle, like a idle cloud and a wild crane. He has a bad personality. I heard that he always quarrels with the Ma family."

Song Zhi suddenly felt energetic and asked, "Is there any information?"

Li Xiulan shook her head and said:

"These are all mentioned by my father in his spare time. As for other families, I only heard from neighbors that the third son of the Xu family is a well-known bully in Huainan. The Wang family has many descendants, and there are also many guys like Wang Feng. Maybe the Wu family is a little lower-key, and I have never heard of anyone bullying."

Song Zhi suddenly had a headache. It turned out that there were so many suspects in the four families. It was also true that there were so many descendants of the big clan, so it was not surprising that there were some introverted and strange children, but if they wanted to come up to investigate one by one, it would probably take a lot of effort.

After lunch, Li Xiulan went back to Bufangsi to continue working in the afternoon, while Li Jie fell asleep. It seemed that the injured he was beaten in the morning was not serious. This is a person with the potential of "fu". He is naturally stronger than ordinary people.

Song Zhi and Zhu Wushi sat in front of the low room, listening to the sound of rain under the eaves, looking at each other speechlessly.

In the end, Song Zhi couldn't help but speak: "Marty, why did you suddenly come to Jiangnan? Could it be that the Demon Hunting Shin sent a mission?"

Zhu Wushi nodded slightly when he heard this, but did not speak up. He just watched the rain hit the bluestone and thoughtful.

"I thought I was dazzled when I saw you in the yamen today." Song Zhi continued.

Zhu Wushi: "..."

Song Zhi felt bored and prepared to move the stool back to the house. At this time, Zhu Wushi finally spoke and looked up and sighed:

"You said, are there something more important than life in life?"

Song Zhi stopped, paused and sat down again, put his arms on his knees casually, looked at Zhu Wushi with his head tilted to see the abyss in Zhu Wushi's eyes.

Song Zhi had never seen this kind of look in Zhu Wushi before, but after thinking about it carefully, he could guess the reason.

"Did Mr. Zhu remember the prince?"

Zhu Wushi grinned and did not deny it.

"The Marquis asked... Could it be that this mission is very dangerous to you?" Song Zhi asked tentatively.

Zhu Wushi sat upright, and the falling rain drips on his hands stretching out from the eaves. He looked at Song Zhi with deep eyes and said:

"This time, I am looking for someone, one who makes Jiangnan and even Dayuan turbulent..."

"Mysterious character."

He didn't continue to say it, but Song Zhi had already understood the meaning of Zhu Wushi's words. He took a breath and realized that Zhu Wushi's purpose was the same as him.

The two were silent for a while, and Zhu Wushi asked again: "You have not answered the question I just now."

Song Zhi came to his senses only then. He realized that Zhu Wushi did not seem to ask casually, but was waiting for his answer very seriously.

Could it be...what is he going to do it?

Since it was related to Yanshou, Song Zhi remembered that when Zhu Punan and herself were in the kitchen that night, he mentioned his concern for Zhu Wushi, saying that his brother actually cared more about his father's death than her, and his desire to take revenge became stronger.

She was worried that Zhu Wushi would repeat the same mistake and die in battle like her father.

Perhaps, this is Zhu Wushi asking himself whether this matter is obsession or a demon.

Song Zhi stood up and looked at the continuous drizzle outside the window, the rain and smoke were lingering on the lonely afternoon street. The cold wind blew, blowing thin people's clothes and white belts were flying.

"There are cracks in the mountains and waters, and the heart is lost without a shadow when people leave. Spring is frost and summer is blowing snow, and the seasons are chaotic and the wind is chaotic... Marquis, a person lives for a lifetime and is extremely important than his own life. Living the present well is what the prince hopes to see."

After Song Zhi finished speaking, he pursed his lips and turned back to the room.

Yes, it is not easy to go through life. It is easy to live a life of freedom and be able to live freely and live a life of one's own heart and be together until old age. This is also Song Zhi's idea.

Zhu Wushi seemed to be called out, and looked at the rainwater taken by his palm and nodded slightly.

"Yes... it's better to let go, day and night, and I can't help me. If God arranges it, I will fight the monster without force..."

I don’t know if it was the clear and thorough rain in Jiangnan or the words of Song Zhi made him open his heart, Zhu Wushi suddenly understood Huo Yuanlong’s advice, let go of his obsession with revenge, his paranoid heart returned to the right track, and his eyes looking at the world brightened again.

"Military power and the throne are all external things... After repaying the emperor's kindness, I will do what I want to do." Zhu Wushi murmured to himself.

Soon, the sky became dark, and after listening to Li Xiulan's instructions, her husband had not returned home yet, so he was temporarily preparing to rest here for a night.

Li Xiulan also walked in the dusk and returned home on time. Seeing Zhu Wushi and Song Zhi were still there, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, it's better if you're still here."

Song Zhi, who was practicing swords in the yard, smiled: "Sister Xiulan is here, otherwise you have to find another place to rest."

Li Xiulan stroked her wet temples and shouted to the room: "Ajie! Come out quickly, your opera troupe is about to start!"

Ajie, who had been sleeping soundly, then he grabbed the door and shook his head and said:

"Sister, when is the time now?"

Li Xiulan ignored him, but looked at Song Zhi and Zhu Wushi, who was leaving the house, and invited him:

"My younger brother Ajie will work in the White Dragon Team at night to do some hard work to help start the stage. If the two adults don't dislike you, the young ladies will ask you to watch the show?"

Song Zhi's eyes lit up. He thought that he was idle and that he was also very boring when he was with Zhu Wushi, so he asked curiously:

"What kind of drama, is it good?"

Li Xiulan called Ajie to her side and said with a smile: "The play of the White Dragon Class is naturally the best in Jiangnan Road. It will only take ten days and half a month to hold. Let's go there now, and there are seats outside to grab."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!"

When Song Zhi heard Li Xiulan say this, he immediately became interested. After all, he hasn't had a long time to enjoy it. It's not good to have too many days of fighting and killing, so he still has to be humane.

So the few people hurried to the street and hurried in one direction. The forgotten Zhu Wushi frowned and followed.

To the east of Jiangnan Road is a river, and to the west are a mountain of mountains. Under the green mountains along the road, there are several continuous towns. They form the rich Jiangnan Road with the towns on the river bank. When crossing the two hills to the south, there is a river plain, which is the Huainan Road with a strong merchant atmosphere, and the industries of several major clans are distributed there.

At this moment, there is a relatively spacious road to the west of Jiangnan Road. Many vendors gathered on both sides of the street, shouting to sell some candy and food. There are endless pedestrians coming and going on the road, and the whole street is brightly lit, just because today is a big day.

Deep in the alley, the most famous opera troupe in Jiangnan Road is about to begin.

Song Zhi and the other two were walking in the alley shoulder to shoulder. Ajie, as a porter, had already run into the opera troupe early, and they were waiting outside the door like everyone else.

From afar, Song Zhi saw the plaque in the courtyard, with three big words written in green ink dipped in it: Bailong Ban.

Judging from this correct handwriting, he should be a person with great attainment in calligraphy.

"Sister Xiulan, this opera troupe is too popular. Their opera is really so good?"

Song Zhi stood on tiptoe and could see countless heads. No fool would come and get crowded. He must have watched the show.

The front of the team was much wider. It seemed that a few young men of the noble family hired an area, and their servants were responsible for blocking the road. The servants held umbrellas for the people, waiting for the Bailong team to open the door.

Song Zhi curled his lips, thinking how could he be so artificial? He was the dignified Beijing official and stood behind honestly. No, even Shiri-yu was not in a hurry to go to the lineup. Are you rushing to reincarnate?

When Li Xiulan heard Song Zhi ask this, she explained:

"In terms of drama, the three major opera troupes in Jiangnan have their own advantages. It is only because the White Dragon Clan has produced a figure who has come to the branch that has made the White Dragon Clan monopolize the past few years, and has completely surpassed the other two."

"Oh?" Song Zhi blinked and asked, "Who is this flying onto the branch?"

Li Xiulan smiled mysteriously and replied:

"It is far from enough to influence the choices of the people. Even the four major families are far from enough, you said?"

Zhu Wushi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke and pointed out the answer: "Is it Yulong Villa?"

"That's right." Li Xiulan sighed, as if she was feeling:

"And it was a woman who married into Yulong Villa, so it was really amazing that the young sect leader of Yulong Villa would support the White Dragon Squad to please this woman."

Song Zhi heard a clue from Li Xiulan's mouth, and asked after the White Dragon Squad was not open yet:

"Why did Sister Xiulan sigh so much when she said that it was a woman who married into Yulong Villa?"

"Oh, the two adults shouldn't watch the show, I don't know what..." Li Xiulan said happily:

"In our Jiangnan opera, most of the Dan actors are men who play cross-dressing, and women have very few roles since ancient times. There is even no place for women in the troupe, but nothing is absolutely true. This woman is just a flower shirt and was chosen by the Bailong Sect to go to the stage at a young age. As a result, she was caught by the young sect leader of that year and raised her. Later, after the old sect leader passed away, the young sect leader married the woman in the ritual matchmaker."
To be continued...