When Zhao Yingquan had just left the back door of the wine shop,
The contents of his conversation with Hong Taibao were sent to Li Changan's desk by Song Anmin.
After Li Changan read the contents on the paper, he suddenly laughed.
But the temperature in the room dropped suddenly.
"Brother Song, am I too affectionate?" Li Chang'an asked a misleading question.
Song Anmin lowered his head, "Since ancient times, emperors, generals and prime ministers have rarely been infatuated."
"But... it is precisely because the lord is so affectionate and righteous that our brothers are willing to follow the lord."
Li Changan had flames dancing on his fingertips, burning the paper into ashes, "I had a premonition, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen so quickly."
"We... are still too weak after all."
"Someone actually had an idea for Zhiyin and Linglong..."
Song Anmin clasped his fists and said, "My lord, I am willing to cut off the head of that thief Zhao Yingquan."
Li Changan waved his hand, "That guy's head is not worth your life."
"My lord, are we just going to wait like this?" Song Anmin asked, "The big man is indeed not strong enough, but he can also take care of my lord's worries."
"It's still possible to trade one's life for one's life."
"Don't worry, we'll be able to take action soon." Li Changan stood up and patted Song Anmin on the back, "One Hongmen can't take down so many gangs in the county."
"The government will definitely cooperate."
"If we really wait for the government to take action, we won't be able to stop the government's overwhelming power."
"Zhao Yingquan's plan must never be carried out."
Li Changan's eyes flashed coldly, "Closely monitor Zhao Yingquan, including his family."
"No matter what Zhao Yingquan's plan is, he still has the instructions of a big shot behind him."
"As long as this operation is led by him, Zhao Yingquan will be the key."
Song Anmin's eyes flashed with excitement, "I understand."
Li Changan continued, "No matter what method is used, let all the gangs in the county know that Zhao Yingquan is ready to dominate the underground world in the county."
"And Hongmen is the puppet he supports... In this muddy water, the more chaotic the better."
Song Anmin accepted the order excitedly.
Unlike Zhang Fugui, he is a firm fighter.
You can only survive by swallowing your anger. Only by attacking with thunder can you gain a larger territory for the Han Dynasty.
"Lord, can I ask you a question?" Song Anmin asked before leaving.
"you say."
"The reason why my lord has been reluctant to accept Miss Yan is because he is worried that something like this will happen today?"
When Li Changan heard this, he couldn't help being slightly stunned.
"Actually, my lord, you don't have to worry so much." Song Anmin smiled softly, "As long as my brothers are still alive, my lord and the girls will never be harmed in the slightest."
Li Changan's head is full of black marks. Have these guys done anything?
"Go, go, keep talking nonsense, I will prevent your baby from entering school in the future."
When Song Anmin heard this, he immediately disappeared without a trace.
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August 15th, early morning,
Li Changan woke up from his dream, and the growth of his murderous arrows and wind-cutting swordsmanship remained stable.
Every dream represents a horrific massacre.
Even though he had seen it more than a dozen times, Li Changan still felt trembling all over.
If all these dreams are true, I really can’t imagine it.
Not just because these dead people are human beings.
But the ones who killed these people were precisely the same beings from the human race!
Millions, even tens of millions, are killed among each other.
Is this really something that humans can do?
Li Changan could only say to himself that these were dreams and not reality.
But these dreams are too real, and the killing intent and sword intent are getting stronger every time.
It always makes Li Changan a little suspicious and uneasy.
"Brother, get up quickly, we will go shopping later." Liu Linglong's excited and cheerful voice came, "It must be very lively outside today."
"Okay." Li Changan came to his senses and stood up quickly.
Jiang Lingyan on the side was woken up, rubbed her jade-like eyes, and muttered, "Li Changan, I want to hit her on the head."
"That's not possible." Li Changan shook his head decisively, "At worst, I will buy you more delicious food later."
Jiang Lingyan pouted. Although even Li Changan couldn't see it, there was still a hint of displeasure in her voice.
"Li Changan, we are the same kind of people. You are the only one who can talk to me."
Li Changan smiled and patted Jiang Lingyan's head,
"Since we are the same kind of people, can you also treat them as family?"
Jiang Lingyan's eyes were full of seriousness, "Li Chang'an, I only have a relationship with you. Others can't see me or hear my voice."
"How could I possibly consider them family?"
Li Changan shrugged and gave up brainwashing Jiang Lingyan, "Let's go, I'll take you out to eat delicious food later."
After hearing what Li Changan said, Jiang Lingyan snorted with satisfaction, "I want to eat mochi."
"OK."
After breakfast, Li Changan led Liu Linglong with his left hand and Liu Zhiyin with his right hand and went out.
Jiang Lingyan followed Li Changan, but no one could see her.
There are spies arranged by Song Anmin around.
Now is a critical period, especially after we have learned that Hongmen is going to make a fuss about the two Miss Liu.
We must not let those guys succeed.
Otherwise, they will really die.
At this time, the county town was full of pedestrians.
Goulan, brothels and big restaurants all set up stages outside, and people coming and going stopped to watch from time to time.
The air is filled with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, fresh and pleasant, with a hint of sweetness.
On the main street, paintings and calligraphy exuding elegance are hung on both sides. Together with the lanterns, it is so spectacular.
"Let's go to the academy tonight to see the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival together." Li Changan said to Liu Zhiyin beside him.
Liu Zhiyin smiled and nodded, his face full of happiness.
She also wanted to see her and Chang'an's calligraphy hanging together.
A day like today is really not suitable for walking outside.
There are just too many people.
Li Changan felt extremely tired after walking for a while, even more tired than practicing martial arts.
However, Liu Zhiyin and Liu Linglong didn't feel tired at all, and the more they walked around, the more energetic they became.
Even the uninterested Jiang Lingyan awakened her shopping spirit, took the scraps of silver given by Li Changan, and followed Liu Zhiyin.
Whatever Liu Zhiyin buys, she also buys.
But no one could see Jiang Lingyan, and Liu Zhiyin had no idea that there was someone following her.
Li Changan laughed when he saw it.
After wandering around until noon, Li Changan took them into Wangfuji's private room.
"In the afternoon, let's go to the academy for a walk. It's been so long since we've been in the county and I haven't taken you there yet."
"There won't be any problem if we go to the academy, right?" Liu Zhiyin was still a little uneasy.
"Don't worry, I am also a magician, after all." Li Changan said with a smile, "The moon is full tonight during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the academy is very lively."
While the four of them were eating, cheers erupted from time to time outside.
"Okay, what a poem!"
"Leaping away from the cape, we gradually enter the cloud channel. The night is full, and the clear light is nowhere to be seen!"
"What a great song "Mid-Autumn Festival Wandering with the Moon"."
"Just because of this poem, Brother Meng will be on the list of literary saints in September."
…
Li Changan listened carefully and nodded, "It's indeed good. It's very powerful and majestic."
Liu Linglong on the side said, "Brother, you haven't even written the Mid-Autumn Festival poems."
Li Changan smiled and gave Liu Linglong a piece of crispy pork, "Don't rush, don't rush..."
The closer to evening, the more fine poems and essays from all over the county and city appeared in a concentrated manner, competing for their beauty.
After dinner, we came to the academy and this kind of poetry discussion entered another realm.
After you sing, I will appear.
Literary energy is like a rope, traversing the sky above the academy.
One after another, calligraphy and painting works were hung on the Wenqi rope, making a clattering sound, as if they were in a sea of calligraphy and painting.
"The moon rises brightly, and the people who stand out are tired. The moon rises brightly, and the people who work hard are quiet. The moon rises brightly, and the people who stand out are tired. The moon rises brightly, and the people who work hard are tired. The moon rises to shine, and the people who stand out are tired. It is soothing.
It’s a shame to be young and work hard.”
Some students from Tiandi Academy recited poems in public, which attracted a lot of praise.
At this time, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival has not yet begun, but many excellent poems and articles have already appeared.
There was an atmosphere of excitement and joy in the air.
Li Changan took Liu Zhiyin and the three of them for a slow walk in the academy.
Along the way, I met students from the Self-cultivation Academy, and many of them came forward to salute.
The eyes of Liu Zhiyin and Liu Linglong on the side were filled with sparkle.
This is Chang'an (brother).
Can so many students call him "Li Jiaoyu"?
They just listened and felt very honored.
Time flowed quietly as the four of them wandered around,
Dusk finally enveloped the world.
A hazy brilliance of literary energy rose from the academy, dispersing some of the darkness, and quickly spread towards the entire county.
On the horizon, a full moon slowly poked its head out from the clouds, filling the world with its cold moonlight.
"Brother, look, look, look!" Liu Linglong suddenly grabbed Li Changan's hand, pointed forward and shouted in surprise.
I saw a huge shadow slowly appearing, a milky white lotus.
The lotus flower is composed of rich cultural energy, with a length and breadth of fifty feet, and is as big as a small mountain. It attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared.
The lotus blooms slowly, and literary energy flows down from the gaps in the lotus petals.
Like white streams falling down.
The academy is reflected like a fairyland, making people's hearts tremble.
It's so beautiful that one almost forgets to breathe.
Liu Zhiyin and Liu Linglong watched intently, their mouths opening uncontrollably.
Jiang Lingyan was also dumbfounded, her dark jade eyes fluttering and blinking, "Li Chang'an, what can you do to get me such a lotus?"
Li Changan twitched his lips and said, "I'll do it for you when I have the chance."
From the Wenqi stream hanging down from the huge lotus, spots of light dance like fireflies, filling the night sky.
The Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival is finally about to begin.
Li Changan also stretched his neck. This was the first time he had seen the legendary Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, and he was really blinded.
Just this scene, which looks gaudy but is indeed outrageously beautiful, is enough to make people's hearts sway.
The following Mid-Autumn Poetry Contest will only be more beautiful.
However, just when everyone was eagerly awaiting the official start of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival,
A dull bell rang slowly and quickly cleared up.
Millions of people in the county looked around without knowing why.
Where does this bell come from?
The next moment, a bloody beam of light suddenly rose from somewhere in the county.
In the huge county town, there was a rain of blood.
An inexplicable sadness came from nowhere and enveloped everyone's hearts.
It makes people feel panicked.
Many people even couldn't stop crying and burst into tears.