Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 78

Ma Laosan's mood at the moment was a bit more complicated than the tangled mess. His eyes were bulging, his mouth was half-open, and his dull eyes were locked on Lin Xiaofeng, as if he wanted to see through the other person. The doubts in his heart were like a mass of chaos, repeatedly entangled in his chest, and it was difficult to sort out: "This man is like an uncut jade, with a hidden edge that is vaguely visible. His identity and origin must be unpredictable. What exactly is he?" What kind of extraordinary person is he?"

Lin Xiaofeng did not show any uneasiness or impatience in the face of Ma Laosan's astonishment. He was as calm and solemn as a thousand-year-old temple, and slowly unfolded his layout, "My careful layout is not done on a whim, but actually to make everyone The power of the road has reached a delicate balance in the distribution of interests. Your first important task, Ma Laosan, is to quickly enhance your reputation and expand your territory of influence in this land of Beicheng."

His words were like a hammer hitting a copper bell, and every word was ringing. "As for the shortage of manpower you mentioned, if necessary, I have my own way to dispatch my subordinates to help; as for the powerful forces behind the scenes, they are not at the moment. When I ask you to confront me head-on, I have already prepared a strategy for you to avoid these potential crises. I will give you a three-month time limit. In Beicheng District in three months, what I expect to see is only Your Ma Laosan flag flies independently, and the rest of the miscellaneous gangs must be completely wiped out from this land, do you understand?"

Ma Laosan listened to these words, his throat seemed to be pinched by invisible hands, sliding up and down, and the overwhelming waves in his heart almost burst out of his chest. He gradually realized that Lin Xiaofeng in front of him was not only a formidable enemy, but also a "true hero" with a profound official background. He suppressed the shock in his heart, his throat was stiff, and he responded in a low but determined voice: "I understand, but... the power on Yang Laoba's side..."

Lin Xiaofeng's gaze was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing through the tangled haze in Ma Laosan's heart. His words were decisive, cutting off Ma Laosan's hesitant thoughts without hesitation. "You don't need to worry too much about Yang Laoba's affairs. His strength is far from challenging me. From now on, just go ahead and do it. I will deploy capable people to help you take care of everything. , whether it is every bit of personal information of your subordinates or every income and expenditure details, will be rigorously and meticulously filed, and the ins and outs of every account must be as clear as clear water, without any ambiguity."

Lin Xiaofeng's words were calm and powerful, as if they were earth-shattering, and every word was resounding: "You must keep in mind that once I discover that you have engaged in any illegal activities or embezzlement of public funds, you should be able to foresee what the outcome will be." After these words fell, a dense cold sweat suddenly appeared on Ma Laosan's forehead, like frost flowers on a winter night, condensing on it in an instant. He hurriedly bowed his head, and responded with a hint of humility in his panic: "I will bear this in mind, I will strictly discipline myself, resolutely carry out your orders, and be willing to do my best to serve you!"

At this moment, in Ma Laosan's eyes, Lin Xiaofeng has transcended the boundaries of an ordinary official in a government yamen. He is more like an underground leader who is well versed in the vicissitudes of world affairs, can distinguish right from wrong, and acts resolutely, resolutely and ruthlessly. Such prestige and courage are exactly the heights Ma Laosan longs for deep in his heart but has never been able to reach. Imagine that he could fly high under the protection of such a "big man", Ma Laosan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe in his heart, and at the same time he was full of warm and eager expectations for possible future cooperation. expect. In this expectation, there is both a desire for a change in one's own destiny and a fearless determination to face unknown challenges.

The name Lin Xiaofeng, with his imperceptible nod at this moment, seemed to have accumulated the weight of years. His face looked like the earth that had been baptized by countless winds and frosts, showing a deep and restrained sense of satisfaction. He raised his arm casually. Although the movement seemed careless, it was like a battle-hardened veteran scolding Fang Qiu. Every tiny movement contained the accumulation of strength. He pointed his finger at the child in the corner of the second floor. His voice was like a bell, loud and clear, and his words were like an indestructible rock that could not be ignored. He said: "Boy upstairs, Maliaoer, get out of here!"

This sentence was like an invisible sword that had never been drawn out of its sheath. It was so sharp that it instantly cut a sharp trajectory in the silent space and penetrated directly into the child's heart that was not yet fully mature. When the child heard this sudden command, he seemed to be immobilized by the law. His whole body was as still as a lifelike statue. At that moment, time seemed to have stopped around him, frozen into a static picture.

However, in the next second, a strange light flashed deep in the child's eyes. It was a unique brilliance intertwined with surprise and joy. It was like a little gangster who had been carefree all day long and suddenly witnessed the unshakable boss for the first time. He suffered thunderous reprimands from others, but at this critical moment, he was spotted by the newly rising big brother and regarded as a talent that could be made. Such complex emotions surged in his heart, including a subtle hint of contempt and an uncontrollable sense of pride.

So, in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if there was an invisible blast of wind lifting his steps, which were as fast as lightning but still steady. With a smile of joy and excitement on his face, he ran all the way downstairs until the figure stopped steadily in front of Lin Xiaofeng, and then he stopped his pace.

He stood upright. Although his body was still young, his back was as straight as a pine, revealing a solemnity and seriousness that transcended his age. He raised his head, his innocent face shining with a firm and respectful light at the moment, his piercing eyes fixed on Lin Xiaofeng, and he shouted loudly and crisply: "Hello, big brother!" In just three short words This word carries his keen insight into the changes in power, as well as his awe and expectation for the new order.

Lin Xiaofeng stared at him. This young man was like a picture of a bottomless lake. The emotion flowing in his eyes seemed to be the warm but not dazzling light of the autumn sun, leisurely falling among the golden rice waves, full of time. The profound foundation that has been honed is also filled with a broad mind that tolerates all kinds of gestures. He slowly raised his hand, and the movement of that hand was as gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the dust in the air, and his voice also rippled with it, carrying an affectionate and slightly hoarse magnetism, like a A low-pitched old song gently brushed over the child's head, and the words were as gentle as spring rain moistening things, "Child, what is your name? How old are you?"

The child named Long Aotian responded with a voice that was like thunder exploding, filling the entire space in an instant. The voice was full of pride and pride, like the rising sun, bright and resolute: "I am Long Aotian, Not long after he turned twelve."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng's eyes bloomed with smiles, like autumn water with constant ripples. He couldn't help but be attracted by the child's heroic ambition, and then asked with great interest: "Long Aotian, is indeed a man with endless ambitions?" Did your parents choose your name specifically for you?"

Long Aotian faced this problem. Although his body was still young and thin, his back was as straight as an independent green bamboo in winter. He held his head high and his brows instantly condensed an innate heroic spirit, that kind of tenacity. And Juejue is as hard as a rock: "No, this name is the name of the ambition I have set for myself!"

Lin Xiaofeng secretly approved in his heart and continued to ask: "So, what was your original name?"

Long Aotian paused for a moment, his eyes flickering, as if he was recalling the past. Then he gritted his teeth and spit out the name that was completely different from his current name word by word: "My... real name is... ······The dragon and the dog are left behind·······”

The moment Lin Xiaofeng said "That's it", the corners of his mouth seemed to be carefully painted with an invisible brush, outlining a deep and unpredictable smile. This smile was like a crack on the lake in winter. Although it was subtle, it was It contains the surging undercurrent under the ice. He gently patted Long Aotian's young head again, but his words at this moment were like the cold wind on a winter night, instantly cooling the air and becoming cold and serious: "Long Aotian, or to be more precise, , your real name is Gou Sheng, right?"

Facing Lin Xiaofeng's sudden question, Long Aotian was like a small beast being targeted by a hunter. His body trembled imperceptibly, and then he nodded slowly, frankly accepting the identity he was trying to escape. Lin Xiaofeng heard the name "Gou Sheng" and got confirmation from Long Aotian. The intriguing smile on his lips was like a flickering light in the night, flickering on and off, elusive. He patted Long Gou Sheng's head again with the same rhythm, and his voice was as low as if it came from the depths of the earth: "Gou Sheng, have you ever known that the most intolerable thing in my life is those who do nothing and do nothing all day long? I only know the little gangsters wandering the streets."

Just as these words were still echoing in the air, Lin Xiaofeng's arm suddenly turned into a flash of lightning, carving a strong and powerful trajectory in mid-air, and then, a sharp and clear impact sound broke through the air. Accompanied by this sound, Lin Xiaofeng's palm fell without hesitation on Long Gouchen's cheek that still had traces of innocence. In an instant, Long Goucheng's face was like a persimmon beaten by frost in late autumn, swelling rapidly, and his skin color instantly turned from pale to rosy, and then from red to deep purple. His face was full of shock, and his hands instinctively touched the injured cheek. His big eyes, filled with innocence and confusion, widened and filled with disbelief, staring at Lin Xiaofeng.

The pain and humiliation came like a flash flood, making Long Gouzheng choke up in his throat, and his tears rolled down like broken pearls. He was hurriedly wiping his tears with the back of his hand. The mixed emotions of grief, anger and embarrassment made him almost unsteady. He could only stumble forward, and with a heart full of humiliation and unwillingness, he quickly escaped from this place that made him A shameless scene. Every step seemed to hit my heart, and the pain was unbearable, but I had to endure it and move forward, leaving behind a series of deep, shallow, panicked but determined footprints.

The government officials, large and small, who were watching all around, were all solidified into wooden and clay sculptures at this moment. Although the undercurrent was surging deep in their hearts, and the uncontrollable smiles were beating against the dam of reason like waves, they all wisely chose to retreat. Just like the tide spontaneously gave way to a road, running on this road was the desolate man called Long Gou Sheng. A pair of solemn masks hung on everyone's faces, seemingly heartless and desireless, but the smiles that were suppressed by efforts outlined an almost impossible to capture faint arc at the corners of their lips, just like a scene carefully painted by an artist. This long scroll depicts all kinds of things in the market, and every detail reveals the true meaning of life and the complexity of human nature.

In the middle of this chaotic field, Lin Xiaofeng stood as majestic as a mountain, like a thousand-year-old pine deeply rooted in the earth. Although his body was as still as a stone, it seemed that his body contained energy that could shake the heavens and the earth. His words were like a bell, sonorous and powerful, and the words revealed unquestionable judgment and justice: "From today on, if any of you commit such acts again, don't blame Lin for enforcing the law like a mountain. Severe punishment will come! Everyone returns home." Everyone should abide by their duties and do their own thing!" The words fell, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

At this moment, Ma Laosan's figure in the crowd was particularly eye-catching. He breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and the happiness hidden in the corners of his eyes was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, fleeting. Then, he bowed humbly, and his respectful gesture seemed to be an invisible tribute to Lin Xiaofeng's majesty. Just as Lin Xiaofeng was about to turn around and leave, a voice as powerful as a bell suddenly sounded from behind. Ma Laosan's voice carried a power that could freeze time and space in an instant, firmly nailing Lin Xiaofeng's upcoming steps in place.

Lin Xiaofeng paused upon hearing this, and when he looked back, a thoughtful confusion appeared between his brows. Through the gap between the crowd, he fixed his gaze on Ma Laosan's hand. I saw Ma Laosan rubbing a heavy bag of silver ingots. The silver shone in the sun, reflecting a cold and mysterious luster. It seemed that each silver dollar carried stories and metaphors that far exceeded its own value.

The pieces of silver held by Ma Laosan seemed to be a silent messenger, conveying a message that was heavier than their physical form. He raised his voice and said: "We, Mr. Li, have already explained it. How can this little bit of silver be considered decent? If outsiders see it, they may misunderstand that our Sanshen Gang has become a run-down sect that is stretched thin and has a false reputation. Come on, Come up with a few more bags of silver, and everyone will have a share, so that everyone can feel the infiltration of this wealth and glory, and understand that our gang is not impoverished."

"・・・"

The wilderness is vast, the road back is undulating, and its twists and turns are like the arduous journey of life. Xie Hongxin was carrying a luggage as heavy as a mountain, containing hundreds of taels of shining silver. The silver was like frost falling under the bright moonlight, making every step he took seemed to touch countless fiery and greedy eyes. , Under this soil are hidden the eyes of countless voyeurs, they follow each other like a shadow, clinging to the owner like a group of gangrenous gangrenes.

The faces of these subordinates were gloomy, as if the sun was obscured by dark clouds and lost its due luster. Each of their faces was smeared with a layer of darkness by the covetousness of gold and silver. The turmoil in their hearts was the strong desire for that wealth, trying to find some benefit in this journey. horn. However, their wishful thinking was like morning dew encountering the scorching sun, evaporating without a trace in an instant. No matter how hard they tried, they could never reach the treasure that shone with alluring silver light.

Compared to the restlessness of this group of people, Lin Xiaofeng's expression was completely different. His face was like a spring breeze blowing across the vast fields, bringing out a vibrant smile. The joy between his eyes and brows was like a ray of warm sunshine penetrating through dense dark clouds. The surroundings bring brightness and energy. His steps are light and agile, like a gurgling mountain stream or a spring swallow dancing gracefully on the blue waves, showing his calmness and confidence. All of this was clear in his mind, as if everything was under control, and he felt comfortable walking smoothly. But behind such a harmonious and cheerful scene, Li Dexian's mood was complicated and intertwined, with mixed emotions. His face was filled with melancholy and sadness, and that lingering sadness revealed his deep incomprehension and indignation at Lin Xiaofeng's actions. At that time, Li Dexian once enthusiastically imagined that this trip might be to complete a heroic thing related to justice in the world, and even imagined that he could have a fierce contest with those young people and show off his heroism. However, as things progressed, he found that he had fallen into a complicated predicament like a swamp, with many entanglements and contradictions, leaving him struggling between the truth and confusion. He wanted to get out, but he was unable to get rid of the feeling. The invisible ties can only be at the mercy of fate. Being trapped in it, it becomes increasingly confusing and difficult to understand.

When the figure of this group of people finally moved step by step, like dragging heavy steps, to the towering, solemn and solemn Si Yamen, like a giant dragon entrenched, the doubts in Li Dexian's heart and the long-standing indignation were like underground secrets. The river broke through the long-repressed dam at this moment and surged forward. He stopped suddenly, as if being pressed tightly by an invisible hand on the cold bluestone road. His body was stiff, and his eyes were shining like cold stars twinkling in the middle of the night, sharply and firmly locked on the man standing leisurely in front of him. Lin Xiaofeng. As he spoke, his gushing questions were like hammering a copper bell, deafening and enlightening: "Mr. Lin, what is the deep meaning behind the chess game you have carefully laid out this time? Could it be that you failed to understand the insidious malice hidden under the skin of those people? ?”

Faced with Li Dexian's doubts, Lin Xiaofeng did not show the slightest hint of consternation. Instead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his smile was like the spring breeze ruffling the surface of the lake. Although there were slight ripples, there were no waves, quiet and calm. Slowly and unhurriedly, he took out a silver bag that was so full that it seemed to burst from the wide sleeves of his robe. The series of movements were smooth and free. It seemed light but actually contained everything, as if he was holding a thousand pounds of power. , but it can lift a weight as if it were light. He carefully placed the wallet on top of the mountain of official documents in front of Li Dexian, making a slight collision sound, but it was particularly clear in front of the silent Si Yamen.

With this move, Lin Xiaofeng showed a calm and calm temperament in every gesture. It was the demeanor of a general who could still smile at the changes in the wind, frost, rain and snow, and the demeanor of a wise man who was thoughtful and thoughtful. , which makes people have strong curiosity and exploration about the puzzle he has laid out.

Lin Xiaofeng opened her lips and teeth lightly, and the wisdom and strategy flowing out of her words were like the bright stars in the night sky, falling into the quiet pond one by one, causing ripples and making a loud voice: "Your Highness, please do not rush for success. The world is complicated, just like that In the world of Go where black and white are intertwined, only by careful steps and steady moves can we accumulate advantages until the final victory. Even if the group of flies and dogs we are facing now cannot be eradicated in an instant, their vitality is like the spring breeze blowing through again. Even if some of the weeds that have grown are uprooted, their roots will still be deep-rooted, and there is no guarantee that they will not come back. I would like to ask, how can Your Highness waste your precious time and energy on this seemingly endless pursuit and raid? Today I am here. OK, this is actually a long-term plan after repeated deliberation and in-depth consideration. It is in line with the ancient adage 'Raise the enemy with self-respect'. Only by allowing them to gather forces naturally can we hope to choose the opportunity to act. When the time comes, like thunder, we can win with one strike. Negative, completely clean up the chaos in front of us, thereby returning a clear and bright new order to this world."

At this time, although Li Dexian's thick eyebrows were slightly loosened, this change did not resolve the conflicts and struggles deep in his heart. There was boundless reluctance and lingering confusion and doubts hidden between his frowns. The scene was like a long scroll depicting the suffering of the world and the harshness of the world, heavy and vivid. His words were deep and strong, like the bells of an isolated temple in the middle of the night, reverberating in the empty and majestic hall. Every deafening impact was a ruthless torture of cold reality and a tenacious persistence of self-belief: "But why should I accept it?" Those gold and silver treasures from all directions? Isn't this kind of behavior sharing the same table with those evil forces who are colluding with each other? I will never tolerate such corrupt moral customs spreading wantonly in my territory, let alone I don’t want to have anything to do with those dirty people!”

The conversations between the two people intertwined and collided in the hall. Every subtle expression and every echoing sound solidified into an invisible pressure in the air, as if the wheels of history were quietly turning at this moment, determining the future direction. Lin Xiaofeng's strategy is like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the crux of the troubled times, while Li Dexian's persistence is to defend the dignity of the king and the moral bottom line. The two reflect each other, and together they build a story full of dramatic tension and emotional entanglements. Literary picture.

At this moment, when Lin Xiaofeng heard this, his face was like condensed autumn water, containing a kind of solemn and deep and sincere emotions. His face seemed to be a silent historical picture, engraved with a profound understanding of the changes of the times and that A feeling of powerlessness that penetrates the bone marrow. When he spoke, his voice was melodious and low, like running water in a mountain stream, quiet but firm. Each sentence contained deep sorrow and insight into the impermanence of the world and the shortness of life.

"Your Highness, the current predicament is not a one-day cold, but the bitter fruit of a long-term accumulation of stubborn diseases. If you want to innovate, you need to be as careful as walking on ice. Every step needs to be done steadily and gradually. You must not Eager for quick success." Lin Xiaofeng's eyes shone with the light of wisdom, like stars shining in the dark night, and continued, "We know that our abilities are limited and cannot turn things around, but we know that the way to change is to persevere and move forward steadily. , just like the calm and clear lake surface, where every move of the fish has nowhere to hide. This is a metaphor for the world, whether it is the high-sounding court officials in the court or the local officials who are silently dedicated in the fields, in this almost harsh perfection In the face of standards, how many people can truly stay alone in troubled times and remain pure and innocent even after being baptized?"

If the current situation worsens and people's hearts become turbulent, it may be even harder for people to abandon themselves and devote themselves wholeheartedly to the country and the country. Furthermore, when it comes to the environmental protection team that you pay close attention to, Your Highness, how can we expect every team member to consistently stick to their posts and be always ready to face challenges? It should be noted that the world is full of vicissitudes, and everyone has moments when their body and mind are exhausted and their will is relaxed. If we impose strict control too hard, people's hearts will often rebel, which may lead to the situation developing in the opposite direction as expected. "

Li Dexian sat in a dark corner, his figure elongated by the dim light. His presence seemed to form an invisible barrier from the noisy world around him. At this moment, his ears were filled with Lin Xiaofeng's passionate and philosophical discussion. Those words were like a bell, reverberating in the empty palace of his mind, creating ripples of thinking. His fingers were like an old comb for combing through complicated thoughts, gently stroking the mottled beard. The silvery white shone in the dim light, flashing with the marks of the passage of time and the vicissitudes of the world.

His eyes were bottomless, like a black hole absorbing the vast world that Lin Xiaofeng had built with words. It was a maze made of words. He groped and explored in it, and every turn and every gap was a passage. Stone steps to the core of truth. When the unique insights that popped out of Lin Xiaofeng's mouth were like bright stars piercing the night sky, Li Dexian's eyes suddenly lit up with a flash of light. It was the spark of enlightenment and appreciation, like the reflection of an ancient bronze mirror. Give out the light of wisdom.

He nodded slowly, and his steady strength penetrated the air, turning into a low but powerful words: "The point of view you expounded is indeed quite unique, which shows your profound insight." This statement, like The stones thrown on the calm lake stir up ripples filled with intellectual brilliance.

Lin Xiaofeng is a keen observer. He caught Li Dexian's subtle sign of recognition, just like a cheetah catching the momentary flaw of its prey. He immediately seized the opportunity and continued to wield his sharp sword: "This issue is by no means an isolated incident. It actually touches on the deep-rooted ills within our system. At present, our strength is not enough to implement a thorough reform to get rid of the root cause of this age-old ill. Furthermore, there are rumors that Li Yihao's power is rising rapidly, and his power is unstoppable. People can stop it, so the most urgent task before us is to make early preparations, do our best to raise funds, and build an indestructible defense wall to withstand unknown impacts and challenges."

As he spoke slowly, he leisurely pulled out a secret report from his broad sleeves that was as smooth as cutting tofu with a knife and so delicate that it was almost a work of art. This secret report was presented in his rough and strong hands. A solemn and mysterious gesture. He carefully held up the secret report with both hands, and handed it to Li Dexian devoutly like a priest offering a sacrifice. This momentary movement contained endless admiration and expectation, as if the whole world was still in silence. in the transmission.

"Your Highness, please read carefully this intelligence that I carefully planned and sent my most loyal confidants to go deep into the area under Li Yihao's jurisdiction to collect secretly." His words were loud and clear. The real response of the policy, and the praises among them are not uncommon." At this moment, the thin piece of secret report seemed to be endowed with magical vitality. It was like a golden key, about to open the door to the complex truth of world affairs. , embodying their eagerness and unremitting exploration to understand the changes in troubled times.

Faced with the sudden secret report, Li Dexian's entire movement froze in mid-air, like an ever-changing night cheetah, keenly capturing a hint of hidden crisis in the dark jungle. Immediately, he showed the unique precision and decisiveness of a predator, and without hesitation grabbed the secret report filled with countless mysteries. His eyes suddenly opened like bells, and his eyes were as sharp as red-hot iron pliers. He locked tightly on every moving ink word on the secret report, trying to peel off the deep calculation hidden behind these ink marks that had not yet dried up. and strategic layout.

"Aiya!" He let out a surprised and helpless exclamation in his throat, with shock and unwillingness intertwined in his voice, as if he was savoring a life record of great suffering, "It's really unbelievable! This Li Yihao has actually used his tactics so superbly, and his reputation has risen so fast that he has already left us far behind!"

Lin Xiaofeng, who was standing in a corner, faced this sudden situation, and his face instantly solidified into a look of astonishment. In his eyes as deep as a pool, there were sparkling lights, as if thousands of thoughts were colliding and intersecting in them, weaving into a silent... picture. The abacus in his heart was quietly stirring. Although he didn't say anything, there was an undercurrent surging in his heart: "Is this guy trying to use the power of public opinion to turn it into a torrent against us?"

The tightly sealed letter revealed all the glorious achievements of Li Yihao under the candlelight, and his majestic aura and radiance of wisdom could be smelled in every stroke. The public's praise for him is like the endless flow of a river. Those scholars who are usually full of economics frequently cast reserved but fiery glances. Their eyes are intertwined with awe and flattery, as if they are paying homage to his extraordinary talent. Worship and be in awe of the power in his hands.

This wave of enthusiastic praise, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves as fast as the wind, traveled over the mountains and ridges to the distant North Langfang. When the local people heard about this, indescribable complex emotions appeared on their faces, including heartfelt admiration for Li Yihao's outstanding political achievements, but also a hint of bitterness intertwined with envy and jealousy. They murmured with great emotion, saying that it was a blessing from heaven and a unique honor for Jin Linfang to be lucky enough to be governed by the number one scholar himself. Looking back at the North Langfang where I live, although it is a prosperous place, it cannot enjoy such grace and protection. This stark contrast has caused the people of North Langfang to have a subtle change in their living conditions. A kind of Unspeakable dissatisfaction and expectation quietly took root and sprouted in their hearts, like tender seedlings moistened by spring rain, waiting for the moment to break out of the ground.

The anger surging in Lin Xiaofeng's chest was like hot lava, rolling and boiling in his heart. The anger almost broke through his skin and burned his cheeks red. Instead of looking ferocious due to anger, his complexion reflected a strange sickly ruddy color, which was a unique color under the intense collision of emotions. His words were like sharp arrows that were ready to go. Once they left the string, they hit the air with the force of thunder. Every word was like a hammer hitting the ground with a deafening sound: "In this situation, We must not ignore the changes. Your Highness, the battle on the battlefield of public opinion is actually related to the life and death of our generation. What is urgent is that we must carefully draw up a set of response strategies to stabilize our position and resist the invasion!" He said in words Determination is like a sharp edge cutting through the frost, mixed with deep worries, like a soldier with a heavy responsibility looking for light in the darkness.

The secret report that Li Dexian held tightly in his hand was as heavy as a mountain weighing on his heart. Finally, he slapped it heavily on the simple and heavy desk, making a muffled sound, as if it sounded an alarm bell. At this moment, his face was shrouded in a layer of gloom, lingering like the endless drizzle in autumn, full of depression and darkness. He echoed in a low tone, his voice filled with a sense of powerlessness over the real predicament: "How can this matter be accomplished overnight? I still remember the plan you proposed before, to stage a drama praising the deeds of the late emperor every day on the North Corridor Stage. How about such superficial articles? How can we shake the deep-seated structural changes? After all, the late emperor has passed away, and even the heroic spirits cannot return from the underworld to review the results in the human world. In my opinion, we should find another way out, such as letting me personally go into battle. , playing a key role in the play, which may be more touching and resonate with the audience."

As he spoke, he involuntarily showed signs of fatigue, a tiredness that penetrated deep into his bones, as if all his wisdom and strength had been exhausted in the difficult struggle with reality. His eyes were intertwined with unconcealable helplessness and complaints, like an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world telling the ruthlessness of the years: "Those old scripts with clichés and secular conventions should have been relegated to the cold palace of time long ago and replaced by the new ones." Only in this way can people's numb hearts be awakened and their desire for truth and justice rekindled."

With these words pouring into Lin Xiaofeng's ears, his face suddenly became as hard as a stone, and he forced a bitter smile into the cold air. The smile was like a candle flickering in the winter night, weak but tough, but the emotions inside were... Like a river pouring into the sea, there are undercurrents. The words from the bottom of his heart rolled out from his throat, and every word was ringing: "I had a fiery sincerity in my heart at first, but I never expected that this true sincerity would be misunderstood into groveling flattery; furthermore, Aren't those popular operas that are deeply rooted in the folk soil and cater to the public's taste the artistic carrier that the common people love to hear and see? Why do we have to cling to that aloof, cumbersome and complicated artistic peak?"

Even though his mind was rolling like boiling water, Lin Xiaofeng did not retreat even half a step. Instead, he straightened his spine and then threw out a carefully planned chess piece: "Wei Chen has a plan here. He will immediately mobilize the troupe the next day and go all out." Rehearsing the new play "Fan Jin Deng Ke". We must devote ourselves wholeheartedly and use this play to reveal the true face of hypocrisy and artificiality hidden under the faces of those scholars who are full of poetry and books!"

At this time, in the depths of Li Dexian's eyes, a kind of confused emotion was like the morning mist that had not yet melted on the lake in early spring, creeping silently across his eyebrows, forming a vast ocean that was searching for answers but lost its way. He gently opened his lips and teeth, and the words flowing out carried ripples of questions, as if he was inquiring from others, but also seemed to be contemplating himself: "Where did this "Fan Jindengke" come from, and what is its uniqueness? , can it become the focus of our attention?"

Opposite Lin Xiaofeng, when these words floated into his ears, his expression changed subtly and profoundly, as if an old fox who had experienced vicissitudes of life and had a thorough understanding of the world suddenly noticed the prey lurking in the dark. In an instant, his alertness was like Dian's eyes sparkled with intelligence and cunning. However, behind this sophistication, there is burning a passionate flame that belongs exclusively to the creator, which is an almost fanatical persistence and love for art.

He slowly rotated his body, and the movements at that moment were like the hourglass of time flowing in silence. Every subtle angle revealed the precipitation of years and inner calmness. His voice is low and long, like an ancient secret language coming from a deep historical tunnel, carrying a power to uncover the dusty past: "This work is extraordinary. It is something I was lucky enough to dabble in in my early years and deeply appreciate A treasure of the classical opera world that is imprinted deep in the soul. Now, I have personally led a cutting-edge team that has brought together many talented people, beautiful women, and rich experience. They are full of passion. Together, we have carried out an unprecedented modernization and reshaping of it. Innovation. Just tomorrow, this artistic crystallization, which carries a rich historical heritage and a fierce collision of modern concepts, will shine on the stage and be performed for several consecutive days, performing an emotional feast across time and space, intertwined with joy and sorrow, and soul-stirring. "

(End of this chapter)