Chang'an: Qinglian Sword Song

Chapter 13 Epilogue
A few days later, in the cell of Dali Temple.

The case files in front of Di Renjie were piled up like a mountain, and the tea that had been prepared earlier was at hand and he didn't even bother to drink it.After carefully reading each document one by one, Di Renjie solemnly stamped his seal on the document he just finished, and said without raising his head:

"Murder in downtown, this is a bad incident, Li Bai. I should have emphasized the rules of Chang'an to you, right?"

After being hung out by this guy for two hours, Li Bai pulled the grass roots in his mouth in boredom, and just smiled slightly: "I should have emphasized to you, I have my own rules."

"Li Bai, a man in the clouds, a traveling swordsman, a "man of heaven" who is a chivalrous man who saves the poor, since Changle Fang drew his sword, is there anyone in the Yamen of Chang'an who doesn't know you?"

The veins on Di Renjie's forehead were throbbing. Ever since he met this troublesome person, he felt that he was about to suffer from a migraine. "This time, the people of Honglu Temple have already been ashamed and thrown on Zhuque Street. Even Yushitai has heard the news. They have participated in several books, and the Holy Majesty has to intervene in person. Do you think that without Dali Temple, you can still live for a day?" Eat a balanced diet, sit here and talk to me intact?"

"Sorry, I have to say, I didn't mean to."

Li Bai thought for a while, then shook his head: "But I have no choice."

bang.

There was the sound of the brush being broken.Di Renjie closed his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a cold voice: "Since you admit that you killed innocent people indiscriminately, then sign this statement and I will send you on your way."

"Innocent? Who? Ji Xian?"

"Otherwise?" Di Renjie asked back: "A brave and ruthless ranger kills a benevolent businessman in front of Honglu Temple in the downtown area. What do you think will happen!"

"Don't tell me you don't know anything, Di Renjie."

Li Bai frowned, unable to restrain his anger: "Ji Xian did a lot of evil, persecuting so many innocent people and children... Don't you believe it?! Why don't you believe what I said?!"

"Why should I believe it??"

Di Renjie asked: "Is it enough for me to believe it alone? If I don't believe it, why do you let others believe it?! Just because you are a chivalrous person, what kind of 'heavenly man' are you? ! "

Li Yuanfang took the conversation away: "If it wasn't for Master Di, you would have been on the list of the Ministry of Criminal Justice by now, and you would be on the road before autumn! Maybe you will have to be executed!"

Li Bai: "I didn't know Chang'an treated chivalrous men like this. Could it be that I should... thank you instead?"

Di Renjie let out a long sigh: "Did you not find any problem? Do you think you are the only one doing things in this world?"

Di Renjie waved his hand indifferently, and threw a paper bag on the table. Immediately, a strong fragrance and familiar stench escaped from the gap in the paper bag. "Wake up, Li Bai! When will you learn to trust others! Even if you don't trust me, you should still trust your friends."

Li Bai frowned, stared down, and saw the white powder leaking from the paper bag.

"what is this?"

"The 'good thing' that can make people drunk, dreamy, and ecstatic is the most suitable for a person like you who likes to drink and do things, what's the matter, do you want to try it?
In the ghost market in Chang'an, this bag costs [-] gold. "

Li Bai's expression changed immediately: "Moluoxiang?!"

"It seems that you are not ignorant." Di Renjie said coldly: "Where do you think the magic fragrance that is circulating in Chang'an market today comes from?"

Inexplicably, the strange sea of ​​flowers under the Yunjianlou appeared in Li Bai's mind.

Immediately sluggish.

"The Dali Temple has been staring at him for a long time. It was originally planned to collect the net when he delivered the goods tomorrow, and he got the stolen goods, but he was messed up by some guy who didn't know what to do."

Di Renjie snorted coldly: "If it wasn't for your blind friend who sacrificed his life to bring out these evidences for you from the sea of ​​fire, how could you stand here and talk to me properly?"

In the long silence, Li Bai was stunned for a long time, and then smiled triumphantly.

"Looks like I did the right thing!"

quack!

The writing brush that was broken into two pieces broke into four pieces again.

"That's right! It's not just that! Ji Xian's crime must have a deeper connection. Dali Temple suffers from no evidence. It wanted to arrest him with Mo Luoxiang and interrogate him thoroughly. How is it now? You don't know how to reflect on yourself at all. What!" The veins on Di Renjie's forehead began to twitch violently again.

Li Bai suddenly didn't know how to answer.

"Okay, since you said so, then——I don't need to be polite to you, capital punishment is inevitable, living crime is inevitable, this one, sign it!"

"What is this? I'm still afraid of you?"

Li Bai took it over nonchalantly, and glanced at it: "Yunjianlou...excavation...construction quotation? Total gold...6000 taels!!!"

His eyes widened, and he almost lost his voice.

"Why should I sign?!"

"The Yunjian Building has basically been burned down now. According to Yu Hengsi's judgment, it will cost at least this much money to dig out the evidence below. Is Dali Temple going to be paid for nothing? Aren't you rich? You can do it .”

"I didn't set the fire!"

"Ji Xian is dead, who knows?" Di Renjie's eyes widened, bloodshot, "Give me a good understanding of how important 'evidence' is, you bastard!"

Seeing those eyes full of anger, Li Bai couldn't help but move back a little bit, and he felt a rare guilty conscience: "I don't have that much money now."

"It's okay, you still have life, Li Bai."

Di Renjie picked up two loan documents from the table again, and his smile became more ferocious: "I can put it on for you first. But before you pay off the debt, you should be ready to make a contribution to Chang'an!"

When the terms on those two documents were placed before Li Bai's eyes.

For the first time in his life, Li Bai actually faintly felt... the feeling of regret.

After a long silence, he raised his head with difficulty and asked, "What if I don't sign it?"

"What do you say?"

Di Renjie picked up the teacup calmly, tasted the sweetness of this victory, and told him with a smile: "Think slowly, we still have a long time..."

Outside the window, the sun is gradually brightening.

Good weather came after a short period of rain.

Re-cleaning Xun Qing's workshop is a laborious job.

After all, no one has lived in it for many years, and I have been busy from noon to afternoon, and finally cleared out a few places where people can live and live.

As for the others, we can only clean up slowly.

On the first floor is the organ workshop, which occupies the largest area. It is basically in the shutdown stage now, and it depends on what work Xun Qing can receive next.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiang, who was blind, was even more efficient than Xun Qing in cleaning up these things.Whether it was the kitchen or the bedroom, all the places he tidied up were in perfect order and spotless, which made Li Bai feel ashamed after cleaning the attic all afternoon.

Of course, the shame is just lip service, anyway, Li Bai will never be ashamed because he can't clean.

Then he quietly put down the pick, and lay down on the roof outside the window to bask in the sun.

Xun Qing was so angry that he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage.

When he rolled up his sleeves and went to the house to catch this guy and come back to work, he heard a voice from the roof: "Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

He paused for a moment, stunned for a long time.

For a moment, he actually forgot his original purpose, poked his head out from under the eaves, and asked curiously: "What is that?"

"New inspiration!"

On the roof, Li Bai shook the empty jug, raised his head, drank the last drop, and sighed happily: "This time, I will write a... poem about drinking."

He had already drawn up the name.

I even have a hunch that this will definitely be a wonderful poem!
However, he was not in a hurry to write a good poem that he had been looking for for so long, but lay on the roof with his hands behind his head, quietly enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

Xun Qing looked at him for a long time, shook his head helplessly, went back to the house, washed his hands, and shouted to the house: "Ah Xiang, you also have a rest, I'll go out and buy some beef back.

Let's celebrate tonight, how about eating beef pot? "

"it is good!"

Li Xiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded with a smile.

On this summer afternoon, white clouds stretched in the blue sky, and a cool wind blew from the sky.

Under the eaves, the blind boy hugged his pipa, flicked his fingers lightly, and a gentle tune floated in the air and flew into the distance.

At the entrance of the alley came the sound of Xun Qing's brisk footsteps returning.

Li Bai smiled and closed his eyes.

His life in Chang'an is about to begin.

Six hours later, in the middle of the night, in the still roaring workshop.

In the quiet room, the old man leaned on his mechanical chair, staring at the lake outside the window, pressing his thin palms on his knees, meditating, but he still couldn't calm down.

There are only a handful of organ masters in Chang'an, and it is difficult to maintain their concentration at this moment.

be terribly upset.

After a long time, he turned around and asked in a low voice, "Is this news accurate?"

"There will be no mistakes, Master."

The disciple who announced the news wiped the sweat from his face, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Since Yu Heng has checked the calculations six times, there is no doubt that Weiyang Palace will find a way to issue an edict tomorrow—the new Fangshi is about to close. born!"

New Fangshi...

When reading these words, the disciple's heart also shrank a little.

It's not to marvel at the natural creation hidden under Chang'an, but to fear the storm hidden behind it.

In Chang'an, every square city represents a unique institutional achievement and pinnacle, and at the same time, it also represents a vital part of Chang'an.

From the Weiyang Palace at the highest point down, there are four major square groups, dozens of square cities, and countless organ masters, which have established the grand appearance of Chang'an today.

Every square city is a huge institution that can accommodate thousands of people to live and survive. At the same time, it also symbolizes the power and strength of the organ master.

And when every organ market is born, it will also set off a new bloody storm.

Once the news gets out, Chang'an, which is now undercurrents and turbulent, will set off many horrible struggles.

"Teacher, Mr. Lu..."

The disciple lowered his head and begged anxiously: "Let's...don't argue this time."

"Are you scared, Xin Tong?" Lu Daoxuan asked softly.

"……Scared."

Xin Tong hesitated for a moment, then replied in a trembling voice: "Teacher, you have already achieved great success, honored status, and outstanding achievements. Why do you want to fight for the position of master?"

He kowtowed in shame: "The disciple is incompetent, I implore the teacher to think twice."

"Don't feel guilty about anything."

Lu Daoxuan laughed softly: "Actually, I'm also afraid."

The disciple was stunned.

"Ten years ago, when the big collapse happened, I was also afraid."

The old man whispered mockingly, staring at the quiet lake outside the window: "In fact, everyone was very scared that night.

There was fire everywhere, and when my teacher and brothers rushed out, I stayed in the workshop, lying to myself that the workshop must always be protected by someone.But later, the teacher never came back... After all, I also failed to keep his workshop. "

"There is no shame in being afraid. I have been afraid for more than ten years."

Lu Daoxuan looked back, and told him calmly: "But in a lifetime, you have to fight once. There must be someone to try to make up for the mistakes of the past—"

"I have been waiting for this day for more than ten years."

As if seeing the phantom once again, the decayed old man lowered his head and looked at his wrinkled and callused hands:
"—This time, it's my turn to rush out."

Accompanied by his words, countless mechanisms in the huge workshop were running smoothly, causing the quiet lake outside the window to boil, creating layers of vortices.

In the distance, a low roar echoed in the sky.

In this sweltering season, dark clouds are like iron, accumulating from the sky.

Heavy rain is coming.

(End of this chapter)