Chapter six hundred and twentieth six food color also
On the day of the wedding banquet, there were not many people staying in the abandoned building. Most of the items used were those that had not been replaced when they married Ling Yiyi. According to Li Luo's current position of power, this wedding banquet was indeed a real one.
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Things are light and justice is important, and there are not many relatives and friends. However, the promise Li Luo made in his soft voice made everyone present sigh.
If you don't leave, then you won't give up. These few words came from Li Luo's mouth but they had a different meaning.
The uproar caused by the marriage scandal in Qiminglou gradually subsided, and Li Luo received some punishment, but his foundation was still there, so the princes and nobles who coveted Li Luo's power had to find another way.
The people in Zhuo City seemed to be tired of hearing about what happened among the powerful officials in the royal palace, and they just listened casually. No matter how much I did not care for the Ling family girl, it was a pity that they would not recognize me.
The simple meals, porridge and vegetables that I eat every day still taste the same as before. The days are neither worse nor better. I listen to a lot and talk a lot, and gradually I get a little bored.
I don’t know when and where it came from, but there are other theories about Li Luonian’s divorce before his death.
This time is very different from the past. In addition, Li Luo married an ugly woman as his concubine. The Nancheng storyteller's words are true.
Li Luo did this because he didn't want to marry a woman of heavenly beauty, which would arouse the affection between his children and delay the affairs of the husband's family.
Food and sex have always existed since ancient times. The only reason to blame is that the Ling family girl is so pretty.
The second is to offend one of the three princes, despise the emperor's authority, and give the appearance of bad conduct. In fact, it is to declare that there is no greed for imperial power in the world.
If this were not the case, according to Li Luo's normal behavior, this incident would indeed be a bit unbelievable.
These speculations brought new topics to Zhuocheng's after-dinner discussions. The speculations were reasonable and well-founded, and seemed to be somewhat credible.
People are like this, they always want to know some articles that seem to be hidden under the surface. Although this guess sounds a bit boring, it is still fresher than before. As long as the people who want to hear it and the people who should hear it can hear it.
The discussion in the court was poured with cold water in the blink of an eye. Few people made irresponsible remarks, and the harem also calmed down. If Li Luo really had this intention, forcing each other would be counterproductive.
Concubine Quan and the prince all calmed down, paying attention to Li Luo's every move, and each considered whether Li Luo was really hiding something hidden.
Li Luo also heard these rumors. He didn't know who was secretly helping him, but he was able to spread these rumors in Zhuocheng without anyone noticing, without leaving any traces. He must be someone at the center of the power struggle.
Half a month later, a letter came from the Xifu Army, briefly talking about the situation of Mu Tianlang's camps and the news of the powerful powers in the Western Region.
At the end of the letter were written four small characters with flying dragons and phoenixes. The handwriting was very unrestrained and unrestrained. Li Luo had never seen it before.
"The best thing is to attack the heart?" Li Luo muttered softly and suddenly realized that it must be Yin Mohuai's handwriting. Therefore, the rumors in the past few days must also be written by Yin Mohuai.
Li Luo burned the letter and smiled. He was really lucky to get help from this person. If Yin Mohuai stayed in the Song family, he would be exhausted from dealing with the rumors in the backyard.
To the west of Zhuocheng City, there is Shangzheng Yamen.
It was such a big fire. It was a dry day in the cold winter, and the fire was even more shocking. It seemed that even God was afraid of the fire, and there were rare snowflakes.
The snowflakes looked paler under the firelight, and the fire shrouded in it seemed to have no heat, only an oppressive chill.
Several figures flew past the snow-covered rooftops. Among them was a short, fat, masked man with a thin man in his arms. He couldn't help but look back at the flames a hundred feet away behind him.
He spat and cursed in a low voice: "It's bad luck, Mr. Ge, he almost got roasted in Shangzheng Yamen."
"Stop it, fourth brother, and hurry up. In a moment, all the guards and cavalrymen in the capital will be here, and the Dali Division's policemen will also come to join in the fun. By then, it won't be roasted, and your body will probably be sliced."
Put it on the rack and bake it."
"Hehe, fourth brother's meat is too oily and watery, so I can't eat it." Another dark figure said with a smile.
"Fart, I'm so fat. These government hawks and dogs are afraid of his balls. Come and kill one of me, come and kill a pair of me, let them see how powerful our seven bandits are."
The short, fat, masked man who spoke was extremely disdainful, but he was a little faster on his feet, so he might not be so harsh-spoken if he fell into a tight siege.
A few black shadows suddenly appeared and disappeared in the corners of the streets. After a while, they came out of the darkness. They had put away their night clothes and turned into ordinary passers-by, blending in with the people watching the excitement on the street.
The short, fat man had a messy head and a face full of flesh, resembling a butcher butchering a pig. The man he was holding in his hand was particularly delicate and frail.
The big man shouted in a low voice: "If you dare to make a sound, I will kill you with one slap."
The handsome man hummed, nodded and said nothing.
Seeing how obedient the young man was, the short and fat man grinned and patted the handsome man on the shoulder.
He managed to put on a warm and comforting look and said: "Don't worry, I am a thief. As long as you don't mess with me, I will naturally spare your life.
Maybe I can even give you some gold and silver treasures that you won't be able to use for the rest of your life, which is much better than being a bookkeeper."
"It's the management of Lidian Kushi, not the accountant." the handsome man corrected.
"Okay, okay, I can't remember any of your names anyway, so whatever you say will be whatever you say."
The short, fat man said carelessly, looking very impatient.
"Fourth, stop talking. The boss is still waiting for us. Walk faster and don't attract other people's attention." A capable man behind him scolded in a low voice.
The short and fat man muttered something, put more force on his feet, and pulled the handsome man to stagger on the road, looking at the direction to the south of Zhuocheng City.
Together with the handsome man, a group of five people walked for most of the night, going around and around, using the rows of houses in Zhuo City to take cover, and quietly arrived at a dilapidated ancestral hall in the south of the city.
After walking for so long, the handsome man was exhausted. When he entered the ancestral hall, he sat down on the ground and began to pant.
Before the handsome man could raise his head and look around the ancestral hall, a man floated down from the beam and asked in a deep voice: "Why did you come back? There is a fire in the west of the city. What happened? Who is he?"
The visitor pointed at the handsome man sitting on the ground and glanced at the people who had just entered.
The handsome man looked up and saw that the person jumping down from the top of his head was a tall and thin man dressed as a beggar. He was about fifty, with long and narrow eyes, and a bright light flowing between opening and closing. He was a master of internal affairs.
"Second brother." Several people who came in clasped their fists and saluted, and the capable man who kept urging the short, fat man to exhale.
He said solemnly: "Second brother, we almost missed this time. As soon as we entered Shangzheng Yamen, a fire broke out. The fire was very strong. If we had been later, we would not have been able to get out." (To be continued.)