The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 316 Nine Transformations, Daqu, Trial
King Qin was assassinated on the way to meet his bride!
The news spread like wildfire, and spread throughout the entire Tokyo city in a short time.

After all, the common people knew about King Qin's marriage, and so many people watched it in public, so the speed of news spread was naturally extremely fast.

At this moment, in the exquisite small courtyard not far from Fanlou, Zhao Yuannu was crying until the pear blossoms were raining.

Nongyu, the little girl next to her, persuaded: "Lady, the prince must have not forgotten you. Didn't he send me a piece of music a while ago? Did my lady forget the respectful appearance of the big boss when he begged for it? Ladies, don't let your thoughts wander." , Hurry and sad."

Zhao Yuannu raised a weeping little face and said, "It's because only the newcomers laugh, who hears the old ones cry."

Nongyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard this, she thought what kind of old man you are, my lady, you are not even a newcomer, you just met once and drank the wine.

The little servant girl said: "My lady, please rest. If you cry too much, you will hurt your spirit and get sick."

Zhao Yuannu said quietly: "How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life, and there is no limit to my love for ecstasy."

When Nongyu heard the words, she sighed in her heart that the lady was sad and sad again, and it was easy to persuade her with words before, but now this matter is different from the past, and she doesn't know where to start.

She had no choice but to say: "Young lady, don't be sad. What is the status of the prince, how can there be only one woman in the house, and there is no way to marry him in the future. Wouldn't the lady be sad if she is sad?"

Zhao Yuannu's tears rolled down his cheeks: "Why am I doing this? I don't know how humble my family is. I dare not ask for a title, let alone a marriage. I... I just miss him and want to see him." , it's him when you close your eyes."

After finishing speaking, the fragrant shoulders floating on the table twitched, and began to sob again, so Nongyu had no choice but to continue to persuade, at this moment Mei Niang came in from outside, her face was pale and said: "My lady, my lady, just now there are rumors that the prince is on the way to welcome the bride Assassinated!"

When Zhao Yuannu heard the words, he suddenly felt that his head was blank with a "boom", as if his soul flew away at this moment, he yelled "ah", and fell down on the table and fainted...

Zhao Tong could guess the identities of the two assassins without interrogation. The one in white who used the knife must be Mingjiao Crane King Fang Nineteen first, and the one in red who was captured must be Rouge Leopard Du Hongmian.

But right now is a happy day, he didn't want to see blood and murder, so he ordered Du Hongmian to be imprisoned temporarily, and as for the missing Fang Nineteen, search the whole city, if he can find the best, it's fine if he can't find it.

After all, according to Fang Nineteen's martial arts skills, if he really wanted to leave, he would have left the city before the search order was issued.

As for why the two didn't go to the Niulou Hotel, it should be because they discovered the flaws around You Siniang's residence, but they came to assassinate because they didn't know their own strengths and relied on their martial arts to fight by chance.

Zhao Tun didn't want to get entangled in this matter, so after giving out a series of orders, he continued to return home.

Even though he was assassinated, the front of the palace is still bustling. Zhao Tang had ordered in advance that no matter what happens, it must not affect today's ceremony, and everything will go on as usual...

There is a Taoist temple in the southwest of the outer city of Tokyo, named Konoha, with blue tiles and white walls, and two houses, it is a small temple.

There are not hundreds or dozens of small temples of this size in Tokyo.

Muye Temple is built on the bank of Cai River, not far from Yinan Bridge. You can see the scenery of Cai River and the boats coming and going in front of the Taoist temple.

There is a wild road beside the Guanqian Bridge, which is called Shuizhou Road. In the past [-] years, a market has been established spontaneously. It is the largest market in the southwest of the outer city. Before dawn, there are crowds of people, and the sound of hawking and buying is endless.

This market sells more food, drink and water, with the most stalls and some old wine shops. As for the tile shop, there is also one, but it is very simple, without two bars inside.

Before dawn, porters who worked hard all night on the Caihe boat gathered here to drink morning wine with hot copper coins they had just received. After drinking, they went home to sleep, and came back to work hard on the river in the evening.

At this time, it was just in the afternoon, and the hustle and bustle of the morning was gone in the market. Without the support of the porters on the river, it was a little bit light and desolate.

At the head of the market there is a simple wooden shed with mats, under which are supported three or five old tables and a dozen stools. It seems that the table is covered with pulp for decades, and even the wooden pillars that support the mats are not A little rotten and stale.

At this time, Jiudong was leaning against the pillar and was drowsy. There was only one guest in the shed. He had already ordered a bowl of soup and cakes, and he was slowly eating and drinking two side dishes.

This guest was in his twenties, dressed in black, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, ape arms and wasp waist, quite handsome.

He ate very slowly, furrowing his eyebrows from time to time, as if he was full of worries and bewilderment.

This person is Fang Nineteen. Since he is known as the Crane King, his lightness is natural. At that time, he missed a hit and his weapon broke, so he withdrew and retreated. After finding a place to change his clothes, he hurried out. city.

He never thought that the royal family of the Song Dynasty would have such a master, let alone that the other party would have such a weapon that could cut iron like mud, so that he could not use all his martial arts, so he had no choice but to escape, and he even killed Du Hongmian. Stuck over there.

This is really sloppy!
At the beginning of the year, Shenggong went to Tokyo, and when he came back, he kept silent about what he had experienced. He probably realized that the Zhao family in Tokyo was different from what he imagined, but he never said that the Zhao family had such a strong martial artist!

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, he couldn't give up on Du Hongmian and left by himself, but now his whereabouts were revealed, and it was more difficult than going to heaven to save someone, so he didn't know what to do for a while.

In the Ming religion, they are all brothers and sisters, even if they don't know each other, they are all brothers and sisters. He couldn't bear to leave like this. After all, assassinating the Prince of Song Dynasty is a crime against the nine clans. One can imagine Du Hongmian's fate.

But although he has always thought highly of himself, he also knows that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. Once he saw Zhao Tama's attack, he knew that there was nothing he could do. Let alone saving people in the fortified place of Tokyo, he felt that even if he fought alone, it would be impossible. It may not necessarily be able to defeat the opponent, not to mention that the opponent still has precious soldiers that cut iron like mud.

At this time, his high spirits of several victories on Liangshan were gone, and all kinds of entanglements and doubts were left in his heart.

The Martial Arts of the King Qin of the Song Dynasty is so high, he can defeat Du Hongmian with one move, and at the same time knock away the hidden weapon of the white crane shuttle that he shot, this is probably close to the strength of a little grandmaster.

But there are not all rumors in the holy religion. The Song family is extravagant and rotten, and the royal family's children are even more dudes.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have assassinated him in the street!

He frowned and thought about it, thinking about it in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lighted up slightly.

His own family is helpless in Tokyo, and there is no hope of saving people, but around here in Gyeonggi, it is not that there is no help.

Although the Holy Cult has seldom preached scriptures in the north, just a few days ago, my senior brother went to Yingzhou to meet friends.

Yingzhou is not too far away from Tokyo, if the senior brother has not left, they can ask him for help.

Thinking of this, Fang Nineteen heaved a sigh of relief. His senior brother is not only skilled in martial arts, but also extremely resourceful. He is not only respected in the holy religion, but also famous in the coastal areas of Zhejiang and Zhejiang.

Speaking of Shenlong Nine Changes Chen Fan, who doesn't know, who doesn't know!

He dominates the East China Sea with a sword, and challenges the south of the Yangtze River with a spear. He is proficient in nine powerful martial arts, known as the Nine Transformations.

This senior brother is the only son of his master Chen Kuutong. Not only did he learn all the skills of Chen Kuutong, but he also worshiped a mysterious teacher. It is said that the teacher is extremely skilled in martial arts and has a great reputation in the world. Although he does not know who it is, But there are only a handful of such characters, probably one of those few.

Fang Nineteen got up here to pay the bill, and then walked down the Cai River. With his water quality, it is not difficult to get out of Tokyo from the river...

More than ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Tun's vacation was not over yet, and he stayed with his young lady every day, loving each other, lingering and lingering.

The little lady was still shy and reserved, no matter how Zhao Tama guided her, she still couldn't let go, so Zhao Tama threw out the bed jokes of later generations, and the little lady was shy when she heard this, either covered her face and ran away, or bowed her head and dared not speak. It is fun to coax and persuade.

Now that it's autumn and it's not possible to plant flowers outside, the young lady made some bonsai in the room, and then read some scriptures. Zhao Tang thought that this would be boring, so she began to teach her to write songs.

It's not Qingqu Sanqu, but Daqu in the repertoire.

The young lady is literate. The Song Dynasty paid the most attention to education, and the culture was the most popular in the ancient dynasties. Even in some mountainous places, there are schools. In Tokyo, even the poorest families, there are few illiterate people.

Daqu is actually extremely complicated, and it is a bit difficult for a young lady who has never learned rhythm.

But Zhao Tong is not in a hurry. You can learn the song slowly, but you can write the words first. The threshold for words is not high. Many storytellers in the market outside make up their own stories. As long as they know some historical allusions, they can write a story. The audience applauded the blockbuster book singing.

At the beginning, under his guidance, Xiaoniang even wrote a few short stories, but they all fell into clichés, and they did not deviate from the scholarly fantasies of those talented scholars and beautiful ladies in the storybook.

So, Zhao Tong began to guide her, so that she should not only focus on the prosperity of the world and the superficial beauty, but to be more profound and more ordinary, so she might as well write some sad and touching stories.

Xiaoniang was deeply touched by these, after all, she had experienced it herself, and because of her temperament, she showed some talent and wrote two melancholy and touching little plays.

Zhao Tong couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw this, if the young lady could write dramas and songs in the future, it would be of great help to him, she doesn't need to be talented and learned, to make those elegant Yangchun Baixue, on the contrary, the more common people the better, the things written can be seen by ordinary people Understanding and understanding is the greatest success.

Street entertainers can write good words, as long as Xiaoniang has a little talent and his teaching, it should not be difficult to write something more meaningful.

This morning, when there was nothing else to do, Zhao Tun told Xiaoniang a story.

This story happened in the former dynasty.

The content of the story is very simple. It is probably that somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, a farm family lost its land and could only make a living by farming for the squire.

However, no matter how hard they worked in a year, most of the grain they got in the end would be rented to the squires, and the farmers could only maintain food and clothing, and barely survived, and they had to borrow money from the squires from time to time.

But there are only two people in this farm family, father and daughter depend on each other for life, and at the end of the year, when the country gentry sends rogues to collect debts, father can only hide out in the cold, wind and snow.

Poppi couldn't find anyone, so he smashed up the farmhouse and walked away. It wasn't until midnight that his father rushed back home. Because he had no money, he couldn't buy a gift for his daughter, so he cut thorns on the mountain and made a thorn hairpin for him. Daughter, father and daughter hugged each other and cried.

Then the squire failed to collect the debt, so he asked the farmer to use his daughter to pay off the debt. The father refused, and was framed by the rogue, and the daughter was raped and defiled by the squire.

The daughter endured the humiliation and looked for opportunities to escape from the squire's house, running all the way to the mountains, hiding there for more than ten years, and even her hair was completely white, like frost and snow.

Until one day, a prince came from Chang'an City to inspect the place, and his daughter went down the mountain to file a complaint when she learned about it.

The young lady burst into tears when she heard it, but after a while she raised her head and asked Zhao Tun: "Mr. Lang, who is the prince from Chang'an?"

Zhao Tong stroked his chin and said, "Of course it's the Second Great King!"

The young lady stared at him for a moment, then suddenly said: "Although I can write, I'm afraid it will be difficult to spread it to the outside world."

Zhao Tang naturally knew what Xiaoniang meant, even though Xiaoniang rarely saw big events, but he also knew that this kind of story would definitely not be welcomed by the government if it went out.

But it's not a big deal, he said with a smile: "Write first and then talk!"

The little girl let out an "oh" and became thoughtful.

Seeing her seriousness, Zhao Tang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He really has a lot of things to do, but he really can't do them, and needs to be shared.

It is not a sudden idea to build a theater and advocating dramas. It is also deliberate to sing some special plays in the theater.

But his energy is limited, he has to raise soldiers and gather money privately, and also deal with the changes in the court situation. If he writes a big song, he may not have to do it. If my mother can take care of the opera, he will be relaxed Lots of other things.

Looking at Xiaoniang's thoughts, Zhao Tuo exited the room, then called Zhou Chu and others, and left the mansion to go to the military prison outside the city.

After Du Hongmian was captured that day, because he was afraid of delaying the happy event, he hadn't tried it all the time. At this moment, he felt relieved and decided to try the Du'e Sanren Rouge Leopard for the first time.

After leaving the gate of the mansion, he walked all the way to the outside of the city, halfway through, Zhao Tang couldn't help but looked back in doubt.

For some reason, I always felt that someone was following after I left the palace, but when I looked at it now, I couldn't find anything.

Zhao Tong wondered in his heart, if the people from the Imperial City Division were to monitor, it would be impossible to achieve such a perfect fit. There is no such capable person in the Imperial City Division.

He frowned and walked out of the city gate, feeling faintly in his heart that the follower was still there, but this time he didn't look again, but went straight to the military supervisor.

After arriving at the military prison, Du Hongmian didn't get the same treatment as You Siniang when he went to the prison cell. After all, You Siniang was useful to him at that time, and he didn't know his true identity.

But this Du Hongmian was different, on the day of the wedding, even if he didn't recognize him, he would know that he was the King of Qin, otherwise Fang Nineteen and Du Hongmian would not have directly assassinated him.

I saw Du Hongmian was tied up on a wooden pillar with streaky quilts. He had a heavy hand at that time, so after being brought in, he was not tortured. Instead, he was given some wounding medicine. At this moment, his injury seemed to be getting better, but his face was haggard and slightly pale. skinny.

Du Hongmian saw someone coming from outside on the pillar, he managed to open his eyes to recognize it, and saw that it was Zhao Tun, he couldn't help but immediately became angry, his eyes widened, and he cursed: "King dog, I wish I could kill you with one blow." !"

Zhao Tong looked her up and down, and said with a sneer: "The three-legged cat's ability is also like that of others to assassinate. Didn't Fang La tell you about my king's methods?"

Du Hongmian immediately turned pale when he heard the words, he was startled and puzzled, wondering how the dog king in front of him knew the name of Shenggong.

(End of this chapter)