But the bright moon shines on the ditch

Liang Peiqiu knew that this was another move by Zhou Qiguang.

When she woke up from the ice cellar, she couldn't describe the feeling of her whole body. Her bones seemed to be falling apart and no part of her skin was intact. The lingering pain and mottled kiss marks on her chest were enough to let her know what kind of night it was.

The bra and gown were torn to pieces, and the only thing that could cover her body was a set of women's dresses neatly folded at her feet. The reason why I can tell at a glance that it is a woman's clothes is because the skirt is very large, the feathers are plump, like a fan, and the colors are bright.

On such a winter day, wearing a neon feather coat as thin as a cicada's wings, or the fiery red of the sunrise river flowers, is hard not to attract attention.

She knew that Zhou Qiguang was not so kind to save her, but she had no choice.

She could wait until dark and then sneak back to the Anqing Kiln quietly to avoid being discovered. However, such a big thing happened. An Jiu's men even fought with Wu Yin in the Anqing Kiln. How could she rest assured? So, even though it was noon when there were the most people, even though the skylight was cut off from the darkness and the snow on the ground made her unable to open her eyes, she had no choice but to go out.

Unfortunately, Zhou Qiguang didn't give her any possibility of redress. She didn't even find a raincoat, so she just broke into the sight of the people of Jingdezhen in such a majestic place amidst the huge commotion of various government offices arresting thieves.

That was something An Jiujiu never thought of, and Zhou Qiguang never thought of. An unintentional but seamless "cooperation" completely exposed Liang Peiqiu's secret to the public.

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Mingquan Teahouse is located near the river on East Street. From the window, you can see not only the prosperous market, but also the gathering of business gangs and prosperous shipping.

The waiter came back from the outside, opened the curtain, and the cold wind poured in. The shopkeeper who was taking a nap behind the counter started shouting. Before he had time to close the thick mattress curtain again and shake off the snow, the waiter kept shouting that something bad had happened, something big had happened!

At this time, a stream of white smoke came out of the copper kettle spout on the stove. At the moment when the sound sounded, he picked up the copper kettle and ran to the stage, pouring hot water into the basin.

The storyteller rolled up his wide sleeves, threw the handkerchief inside, put his hands into the basin while hissing, twisted the handkerchief, cleaned his hands and noodles, and brewed a pot of hot tea, feeling completely comfortable. .

The waiter had been impatient for a long time. He was waiting for this person to ask what happened, but the other person was very patient and didn't say anything after completing a set of actions. He couldn't help but become anxious: "I have some great news here. You come on stage later, don’t say anything, put down the gavel, start casually, and it’s a legend.”

The storyteller has worked with him for many years and knows the character of this boy. He usually asks for hot water frequently but does not always deliver hot water. This time he took the initiative to sell the goods and deliberately kept him in the dark. This news must be extraordinary.

He picked up a few coins and threw them over: "Tell me, if you don't tell me, you'll be suffocated, right?"

The waiter weighed the coins and shook his head.

The storyteller was happy. He turned around and took out a few more coins and pinched them on his fingertips: "I want to see what big news it is. If it's not worth it, don't blame me..."

Before he finished speaking, the waiter had already tiptoed to take the coins from his hand, carefully stuffed them into his waist, and then came forward.

"I might scare you to death if I say it, but be mentally prepared." He glanced around furtively to make sure no one was around before lowering his voice, "The little god, the little god is a woman!"

The storyteller almost didn't burn his mouth with the hot tea. He hurriedly stabilized the shaking blue and white bowl, and immediately kicked it away: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Thinking that he was deliberately trying to defraud money by not joining in recently, the storyteller went up and tried to steal his money bag. The waiter stepped back again and again and said, "Really, really, I saw it with my own eyes! Just say it was God." Big news, don’t you believe it yet? You, you, you... come with me."

As he said that, he didn't care whether there were any distinguished guests upstairs. He grabbed the person and ran upstairs. He rushed to the innermost box, opened the window and pointed to him, "No, it's over there."

The storyteller endured the biting cold and did not shrink back, and took a firm look.

The little god didn't look, but he saw a woman wearing a scarlet feather coat without fear of death.

"Where is it?"

"That's it!"

"Which one?"

The waiter almost touched his face: "That, that girl!"

"You motherfucker..."

This time, before the storyteller could get angry, the waiter had already retreated three feet away and said, "Look at her right leg, is it lame? Look at the hosta that binds her hair."

It was a bit far away, and the storyteller had to lean half of his body out of the window to take a closer look. It was okay if he didn't look, but he almost fell down when he saw it. Fortunately, the waiter had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed him by the corner of his clothes from behind.

"You, you didn't see something wrong?"

"Sir, who am I? I am a waiter. I have learned to recognize people since I was a child. How can I be wrong? That hairpin has a cicada on its head and an oriole on its body. Let alone our town, I can't find anyone in the whole world. The two are the same. If that little god hadn't been interested in listening to books and often came to our place for entertainment, how would I have had the chance to know?"

It is not uncommon for hostas to have patterns on them. In Jingdezhen, children as young as three years old can play with knife carving. However, because they are small and pinned in their hair, ordinary people will not pay attention to what decorations are tattooed on them.

The waiter also accidentally came to the private room to deliver tea and saw the little god lying on the table asleep, only to notice it and casually told the storyteller.

He didn't even care at first, and thought he had the tattoo on the hosta to commemorate his victory over Xu Zhiliu in the Spring and Summer Bowl Battle. Unexpectedly, this inadvertent discovery allowed them to discover a shocking secret.

The storyteller had to step forward again and carefully evaluate the figure, body shape, walking posture, and even hair.

Eventually, he collapsed.

"Are you really sure?"

"Real, more real than gold! I was playing in the snow outside and accidentally fell to the ground. By chance, I met her who was walking with her head bowed. Her face was exactly the same as that of a little god. If not, how could I have paid attention? Is there a hosta on her head?"

"That's true." The storyteller calmed down for a while. When he saw the waiter staring at him without blinking, with excitement and anticipation written all over his face, he just stood up and sat back down, "Let me take it easy."

This matter is not trivial and cannot be concealed. The only thing they can take advantage of is the opportunity to "come to light".

A new guild was just established yesterday, and the old-timers of the former Sanyao Jiuhui are still angry. Even if they watch the Huaxi opera all night long, it is said that not many bosses dare to come and support it. Now they are craning their necks to wait and see what will happen next.

An Jiu's attitude is particularly important. If he can put aside his past suspicions and cooperate with Yang Gong, rectify the porcelain industry, supervise hundreds of kilns, and then combine them into one to win over new officials, with the status of these three people, even if the powerful people cause trouble There will be no chaos in the sky.

It happened that the little god came out to intervene at this time. I heard that there were thieves to add to the splendor. It was really the end of the year and all the monsters and monsters came out. I don’t know if this incident will happen, will the little god be able to survive it as safely as before and gain the upper hand?

"First, sir, can you tell me if this information is available?"

The storyteller smiled nonchalantly: "Hurry up and hang up the sign. Today's show is called..." He muttered, his head spinning rapidly, "It's called "The New Story of Butterfly Lovers". Go and prepare paper and pen. I'll write it right away. In the evening Let’s start the talk.”

"Okay!" The waiter agreed excitedly.

The Mingquan signboard is here. Whenever a new book is released, there are always people rushing to support it. The more people there are, the more rewards there will be. Sometimes you can earn more than ten cents in one night, isn't that exciting?

Perhaps his attention had gone to the evening, so the waiter got some paper and pen and went upstairs again. He still didn't find anyone in the private room next door, so he naturally spoke loudly and without any restraint.

"I heard from the bosses in Jiuhui that after the New Year, An Jiu planned to officially hand over the Sanyao Jiuhui to the little god. At first, he decided to be the deputy on duty, but the little god is your age. You know, I am only twenty after the New Year, no matter how deified I am, can I compare to the one in front of me? In addition, the one in front of me has an unlucky ending, and I am afraid of criticism from the people below, so I finally discussed it and decided on the head."

The chief and deputy bosses are equivalent to the general boss and deputy boss of the Three Kilns and Nine Clubs. The first and second positions are usually older and more prestigious industry seniors.

Xu Zhiliu was appreciated by Yang Chenggong, and he became an unconventional deputy at the age of twenty. He became a eunuch at the age of twenty-two. He did a lot of "practical things" and repeatedly won the competition with Anqing Kiln for "the best private kiln in the world". Only then was he made an exception and appointed as deputy duty year.

Such qualifications would be explosive in any field. Unfortunately, Xu Zhiliu committed suicide within a few months, and the legend of a generation came to an end.

It's this year's turn. I'm almost sixty years old, and I've long since abandoned my title for nothing. The deputy number one is vacant, and the next one is the leader. The name of the leader sounds a little inferior, but those who only know it will understand that the name is not important. What is important is that once the "temporary" becomes "official" settled on paper, it will be different in the future. It cannot be controlled by outsiders at will.

This outsider, of course, includes An Jiu himself.

Xu Zhiliu never really took over the real power of Sanyao Jiuhui, which shows An Jiu's trust in the little god.

"Now the three kilns and nine societies are in danger. The leader is definitely out of business, but it doesn't matter. Once a leader is gone, he is gone. Every eunuch who loves and supports him cannot cover the sky with one hand wherever he goes. It's a pity that he is a woman. Women are here. Jingdezhen is not a glamorous place. Can An Jiu be entrusted with important responsibilities with peace of mind in the future? There is no guarantee that thunder will explode at any time. If it were you, how could you keep such a person by your side? How could such a good deal be played like this? Poor talented scholar Xu, the carp was only one step away from leaping over the dragon's gate, but he couldn't think of anything and committed suicide."

"If Xu had not died, where would Liang be today?"

The storyteller wrote eloquently, and sometimes stopped to think, asking the waiter to recall "Xu Liang's old things", so that the story could be traced and climaxed one after another.

In the snowy Wanqing [-]th year, with a red clay stove, a game that has to be talked about is going on.

In fact, everything happened because of Wanshou porcelain.

Because of that long life, he made a fool of himself throughout his life, and has long been the laughing stock of all walks of life in Jiangxi. First, the great scholar Xu died. He died suddenly and inexplicably. It was not a heroic death, but there were indeed many strange things about it. Soon, Master Xia Ying also died. His death was unclear, and the case was only hastily closed. Not long after, Wang Yu also died. A generation of porcelain merchant overlord actually hanged himself from the beam in the ancestral hall alone. Isn't this the most outrageous thing in the world?

All these things, put together, no matter how the people pretend to be deaf and dumb, don't they have a strong balance in their hearts?

The fisherman gets a profit, and there is love and justice.

How many people compete for an honor that they may never get in their lifetime, but that person not only won it, but also far surpassed most of the people in the world. Isn't it exciting enough? Not only that, she also defeated one of the most heroic men in Jingdezhen for more than ten years!

"Have our little god, who seems harmless to humans and animals, and the great scholar Xu been close friends at home for a while?"

The more passionate the love was, the crueler the rebellion is now.

Even if he expected that there would be a generous reward in the evening, the waiter could not really applaud him: "Experts watch the door, laymen watch the fun, we are just having fun, how can we know the truth between them?"

He hesitated and pointed to a paragraph written by his husband, "Is this too much? In fact, Xiaoliangdong's family and Xiaoliangdong's family are very nice. They always speak softly when talking to me and never lose their temper. A lot of pomp and circumstance. She is young and possesses a great talent, so she is somewhat incapable of doing so, right?"

"You pity her?" The storyteller laughed, "Who do you think you are, trying to pity someone from the Nine Heavens?"

The waiter wanted to defend himself, but the storyteller shouted without hesitation: "Just because she once protected Xu Zhiliu's bowl and became disabled, and because she complained about Xu Zhong and was abandoned by the Anqing kiln, we will assume that she is righteous and let her go." Whatever you do is helpless, how loud is the abacus! Stepping on Xu Zhiliu to pave the way for the folk kiln, Luke became an official and became a nobleman. He carried out reforms and made many achievements. He was already a great man in Jingdezhen when he was only twenty years old. ! If she can’t be recorded in history, I’ll feel wronged for her!”

"But, but..." Just tell the truth. Why add fuel to the fire and deliberately smear a little girl to gain attention and earn a lot of money? Are you really kind?

"It's nothing, but I'll leave it here today, just wait and see, this Liang Dadong's family is definitely not a good person..."

When a son makes a mistake and everything goes missing, the storyteller is sure that this will be the best story in the whole year and will make everyone sigh and regret like him.

Why isn't he a man? Just be a man and become a legend, making Anqing kiln the sixth most famous kiln in history, writing a vivid stroke of the great dynasty, and then taking Jingdezhen ceramics to all over the world.

Only in this way can it meet the requirements of the world and everyone's expectations, right?

It wasn't until the arguing gradually subsided into silence, and finally the sliding doors were pushed open and they went downstairs that voices could be heard from the box next to them. Wu Yin sighed first, then again, and finally again.

"This storyteller is quite capable. I couldn't help but clench my fists when I heard it." That sharp tongue portrayed Liang Peiqiu as a sinister, cunning, ruthless and ungrateful woman. In addition to "The New Story of Butterfly Lovers" She and everyone else were pitiable, and even the Fox King seemed less terrifying and hateful under the backdrop of her viciousness.

Seeing the person next to him looking out the window all the time, with only a few touches of snow on his face showing no emotion, Wu Yin continued to laugh, "You just don't care? If you really tell this tonight, everyone will know that you are the new Butterfly Lovers And Liang Peiqiu, she will understand the world."

"Sooner or later."

The man finally spoke, his voice was calm, and his facial features, lined by a rare black cloak, were as ruthless as gods and Buddhas.

Wu Yin curled his lips.

I waited here specifically to see her embarrassed and exposed, but now that I actually saw it, I also accidentally overheard a conspiracy, which was a bonus surprise. But he really didn't expect that there were so many conspicuous women's clothes, even if he chose a fox fur coat, why would he choose the thinnest one? It looks light and airy. It doesn't keep warm or ventilates. Is it possible to get sick from the cold while walking all the way back?

Such a cruel heart.

Wu Yin tiptoed and took a sip of tea, but still couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked: "Last night, did you... did anything happen to you?"

The side gave me a sinister look.

Wu Yin immediately understood: "My people said that the two female concubines were so tossing and tossing that they didn't stop until dawn. The medicine was really poisonous, and An Jiu was too vicious! He actually used that kind of thing on women. If We didn't arrive in time, didn't we give him an advantage?" As he finished speaking, he coughed violently when he realized something was wrong.

"I, I, I...I didn't mean that. It won't work if all the eunuchs are gone. H-maybe he has an antidote. Yes, that must be the case."

But Xu Zhiliu has no antidote! !

Wu Yin understood again.

"Actually, the neon dress you chose is quite pretty and suits her well, but... it's a bit thin." Thinking of this, Wu Yin sighed again.

Such a cruel heart.

"I know you have hatred in your heart. There are many ways to retaliate against someone. Why not keep her by your side? You can torture her as much as you want, whether you beat her or scold her. It's better than using this trick to let her suffer the consequences of those people in vain. Hazing.”

An Jiu is, and so is the storyteller. The onlookers in the teahouse are even more so. They have no grievances against her, they will still make fun of her, see her jokes, and even want to make a fortune from her.

If these people are like this, what will those who have interests and grudges against Anqing Kiln do? It is not difficult to imagine that they will do everything they can to destroy her.

"Isn't it the purpose of my coming back to let her fall to the bottom without a chance to recover? If I don't let her experience the feeling of having nothing, how can she understand the pain of my heart?"

Besides, An Jiu has discovered that she is a woman. If this fig leaf is not lifted, An Jiu will only be used as leverage. Once it was revealed, it was a carnival of tens of thousands of people.

Wu Yin was a little stupid.

What kind of man can be so cruel to his own woman? !

What Xu Zhiliu didn't say was that if Liang Peiqiu had to choose, she would rather be like this. She would rather be criticized by thousands of people and have the world betray her than be entrusted to a man, like a plaything and live without dignity.

That was the calamity her mother had experienced, something that would kill her.

And even though he was far away from Xu Zhiliu, he was not without dignity. He wanted to defeat her, defeat her, destroy her, and make her understand that this was not the case, and that her ambition was in the wrong place! And one more item was added after last night.

He wants her.

These days, he has returned to Yaoli, worshiped his father and mother, and seen Anan from a distance, but he did not dare to talk to him. Back in town, he stopped at Liu's house several times, but never met Xu Zhong. Only then did he realize that Xu Zhong had given up playing mahjong long ago. He looked at the chimney and fire of Hutian Kiln every day, unable to take a step forward. He knew that Ah Yao and Shi Nian were inside, and that everything else in the world's number one folk kiln, which he had personally forged for more than ten years, was within that wall, but he couldn't get in, had no position, and no courage.

It's all her fault! But he still couldn't bear the thought of her being isolated and ridiculed in school, walking in the opposite direction when the flood came to seek death, getting to know every hilltop in his countryside, and running a horse to death to deliver a message to him on a snowy night... , couldn't bear to kill her with cold weapons, couldn't bear to trample on her without any rules, couldn't bear to stab her in the ribs of a woman.

He hated her, hated her so much that he wanted to drag her to hell with him, but her crying on the cliff and every moment he spent with her last night made him forget himself.

He hates himself for being like this.

Wu Yin said that he was crueler than hateful, but he didn't dare to admit it. If you really think about it, no one can afford this misunderstanding.

"Forget it, let's get down to business. What does An Jiu mean by arresting this non-existent thief on the street?"

Xu Zhiliu swallowed the lump in her throat, and took a deep look at the reason that seemed to be lost in her body. She slowly came back to her senses and said, "The winter porcelain was almost stolen. This is a big or small matter."

"I won't follow your example of cleverly creating a name, and really create a thief, right?"

Xu Zhiliu was noncommittal.

Wu Yin screamed: "No way? Who is so unlucky?" Then he thought about it and raised his forehead, "Liang Peiqiu is too miserable!"

Who knows if these two people attack together, Liang Peiqiu will be attacked from both inside and outside, and will be attacked from both sides?

Wu Yin couldn't help but feel worried: "The thief has a real name. If it's serious, he will be locked up and tortured. It's no better than using some aphrodisiac to kill Wei Feng. It seems that An Jiu is serious about this trip. You...what are you going to do?"

What An Jiu did was just to shake the mountain and shock the tiger, hoping to attract the person behind Liang Peiqiu to reveal his face. But even if he thought about it, he probably wouldn't have thought that this "master" had the same intention of killing her as he did, right?

Poor Liang Dadong's family, surrounded by tigers and wolves, what should we do!