Lin Xu and Zhou Nan were full of expectations to continue discussing the song "Linjiang Immortal" with "Yang Shen", but at this moment they lost interest because of the name and became worried about Qiao Ju.
"China is the son of Daruhuachi from Bozhou, that is, the son of the Mongolian governor. He is somewhat similar to Jian Zhang..."
"Yuanjiang." Lin Xu interrupted Zhou Nan, forced a smile, turned to Li Xia and said: "It's okay, Jian Zhang met an acquaintance, go over and have a chat, we'll wait for him."
"good."
Li Xia responded and pondered in his heart.
Because he heard Qiao Ju ask, "China? Or is it from the Song Dynasty?" He came back specifically to test it.
He knows a little bit of Mongolian and knows that "China" means "wolf" in Mongolian and is also a personal name.
Although the information received at this time is not much, it seems to be enough.
He clearly saw that although Lin Xu was smiling, the worry in his eyes was no less than that of Zhou Nan.
In short, everything was done, and the pressure in Li Xia's heart was relieved a lot. Seeing that the dishes on the table were good, he took off the chopsticks like flying and picked up a lot of meat.
"Fellow practitioners, please eat slowly. We are not in a hurry. The night is still long..."
When Zhou Nan said this, suddenly, he heard someone shouting outside.
"The water has escaped! The water has escaped!"
"Run quickly...I'm running into water..."
The two scholars stood up and quickly opened the door.
"Jianzhang...Jianzhang...is it still there?!"
"Let's go! Jian Zhang is no longer in the restaurant..."
Li Xia turned around and took a look, carefully packed the four mutton chops on the table with an oilcloth and put them into the bag. Then he calmly walked out and escaped from the restaurant with them...
~~
The fire was unstoppable as soon as it started, and soon the entire Flower Theater was swallowed up in a sea of flames.
Fortunately, this was just an isolated building near the river outside the city, and the fire did not spread to more places.
"boom!"
As the fire grew stronger, there was a loud noise, and the luxury restaurant collapsed and was destroyed...
~~
It was night, and suddenly there was a shouting sound in the Zhang family's backyard.
"What are you looking for? My brother-in-law must be dead! Let China be killed. Humph, the Mongols killed husbands and snatched brides, and they came to kill our Zhang family!"
The speaker's voice was clear and clear, like a lark, with a childish air, but also very arrogant. It was the thirteen-year-old Zhang Wenwan, the second sister of the Zhang family.
Her name was "Wen Wan", but she was anything but gentle. She waved her lotus-like arms and started shouting again.
"Copy it for me! Copy it! Protect my eldest sister! I want them to know that the Zhang family's relatives are not so easy to snatch... Ouch... Mom, why did you hit me? Ugh..."
"Why don't you send the second sister back quickly? At such a young age, she spends all her time being 'my mother' and 'my mother'. Keep her locked up..."
"Wuwu... don't catch me! Try touching me again. Daddy will look good on you when he comes back! I'm going to kill those hozens! Let go... Wuwu... Sister, look at them bullying me..."
~~
That same night, Li Xia had returned to the Liufu Inn outside the city.
"Here, the lamb chops are a bit cold, but you can still eat them."
Lin Zi took the oilcloth bag with a smile, but only took out one mutton chop and said: "I will eat this one to satisfy my craving. You can eat the remaining three tomorrow. If you like meat, I will eat grain tomorrow."
Li Xia was not polite and said: "It's up to you."
"Is it done?"
"It's done."
Lin Zi still didn't believe it and asked again: "Did you really kill Qiao Ju?"
"Um."
"Then...well, I have nothing to say."
The sound of Lin Zi smacking his lips as he gnawed on mutton chops could be heard in the house.
Li Xia stood by the window, holding the window coffin with both hands, acting like Qiao Ju standing on the railing in a restaurant.
He closed his eyes and reviewed the whole thing, wondering if there was anything he missed.
…
"It's tight on the outside and loose on the inside. Qiao Ju left, but why did he block us in Shouzhou? That can only be... He calculated that we would go to Yingzhou, and he wanted to ambush in advance... Nie Zhongyou, we must
Going to Yingzhou?"
"Yes, only by getting a new identity as a cover can we enter Kaifeng smoothly."
"It's too dangerous. Once we arrive in Yingzhou, we will definitely die."
"Why?"
"The right time, right place and right people are all on our opponent's side. We can't beat him."
"Are you afraid of people named Joe?"
"Yes, I'm afraid of him. He has the upper hand and we have no chance."
"Li Xia, think of a way."
Method?
Thinking of this, many scenes from the past life came to mind.
"Coach, what do you say?"
"Remember, fencing is a sport for wise men. The most important thing in a team competition is strategy... This competition is too unfavorable. Li Xia, I want you to take a step back. You go first, suppress their strongest player, and then challenge again.
Three of you, do you have confidence?"
"have."
"Okay, let's get rid of the fire, let's go..."
"Old man, if you don't watch my game, why are you watching the Three Kingdoms?"
"The rolling Yangtze River~the flowing water in the east~~the waves are washed away~hero... What is the next sentence? How could I forget it? How could I forget it? I am too old."
"Go to sleep. I'll download it for you later. You can listen to it slowly tomorrow."
"Okay, you have to get off now, otherwise you will forget tomorrow..."
"Okay, now... It turns out this is a poem by Yang Shen from the Ming Dynasty... Fellow practitioner Yang Shen and Yang..."
His thoughts returned to this life, and pieces of news also appeared in Li Xia's mind.
"The Zhang family attaches great importance to culture and education. When Zhang Rou invaded Bianjing, he took no gold or silk. He only entered the history museum and took away the "Jin Shilu" and the secret palace books..."
"Hao Jing was determined to restore Sinology in the north. He had dozens of disciples and opened a school to teach students. He couldn't help but sit in and watch..."
"Yingzhou belongs to the Di family, not the Zhang family, Bozhou is..."
"Qiao Ju may become the Zhang family's son-in-law..."
"..."
"Nie Zhongyou, go buy me some clothes. It should be gorgeous and noble."
"Qiao'er, help me comb my hair again."
"Mr. Han, please teach me some dialect of Guide Prefecture, and tell me which famous Confucian scholars and academies there are in Huaibei."
"Bai Mao, go and steal a pass for me."
"Rumu, lend me your fastest horse and dagger."
"Lin Zi, you are good at riding and have the most ordinary appearance. Come and take me to Bozhou on horseback and pretend to be my servant."
"Liu Daxia, go see if the bone soup is ready. I'll leave after I finish eating."
…
"Li Xia, what are you going to do?"
"Pull the fire under the cauldron."
"What?"
"I will go to Bozhou to kill Qiao Xia first. This is our only chance to defeat him. Only in Bozhou will he be defenseless. When we get to Yingzhou, we will never be his opponent."
"It's too risky."
"No, surprise, this is the safest way. You wait here, wait until the Shouzhou checkpoint is relaxed, then go to Yingzhou, get a new identity, and we will meet again..."
"Then be careful."
"Lin Zi, let's go..."
…
"Mr. Lingchuan's disciples, Zhou Yuanjiang, Qiao Jianzhang, and Lin Andao are the three most close friends..."
"That's Zhou Yuanjiang's academy..."
"I have long admired the name of my brother from Yuanjiang. I am Yang Shen, fellow practitioner..."
"A jug of turbid wine brings happiness to each other..."
…
Li Xia reviewed the whole thing, opened his eyes and looked at the moon, thinking that this thing was still not done perfectly.
But there is no other way. Under the current situation, we can only do this.
At this moment, he took out Qiao Ju's belongings from his arms, looked through them casually, and finally opened the marriage certificate.
The marriage certificate contains a woman's birthday and horoscope.
"Zhang Wenjing?"
Li Xia wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he finally put it in his arms again...
~~
At the same time, Fan Yuanzheng led people to dig out a burnt corpse from the rubble overnight.
"Fan Xingcheng, this is the only body... we should be able to confirm that it is Qiao Dushi."
Fan Yuan inhaled the gray smoke in the night wind, blew a long piece of mucus and threw it on the ground.
He rubbed his nose, wiped his subordinate's shoulder with his hand, squinted his eyes, and said slowly: "Qiao Ju was not killed by Chi Na. This is not Chi Na's style, otherwise he would have already carried Qiao Ju's
The streets are full of people showing off."
"That is?"
"I have a very interesting idea, but I still need to confirm it. Go and invite Andao and Yuanjiang to meet me. Buy some wine to warm me up on the way."
"yes."
Fan Yuan scratched his sparse scalp and waved to others.
"You guys, please protect me closely from now on. Remember, we must be inseparable."
"yes."
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Fan Yuan then crossed his arms and walked away, murmuring: "Tuotuo... Tuotuo Timur... Boy, you can't assassinate blindly, you can't..."