The sound of drums from the bell and drum tower arrived as scheduled.

There are many people outside the Bada Hutong today, and the noodle stalls and wonton stalls are full of people.

The customer sitting at the stall ordered a bowl of wontons and didn't eat them. He just looked at the pedestrians who were passing by and sat for two hours.

The stall owner saw that the daggers and axes were hidden in the arms of these guests, so he could only swallow the words of urging.

Under dusk, more than ten men came out of Baiyuyuan, Baishun Hutong, and protected Du Qigong to Lishamao Hutong. Some of these men were blind, some were missing a hand, all of whom had defects.

While walking past Yanzhihu, a bold woman on the second floor threw down her handkerchief and said with a giggle: "Mr. Qi, I'm going to be my business."

Seeing that the handkerchief was about to fall on Mr. Qi's head, the man from the Sanshanhui hurriedly took the handkerchief in the air and looked up and glared: "Get out of here, Mr. Qi can you flirt with me?"

The woman was not afraid of them and laughed and said, "What's wrong with Mr. Qi? Mr. Qi is also a man. What do you pick up the handkerchief I threw to Mr. Qi? I don't like you!"

She coaxed her together, and the women in the whole alley opened the window from the second floor to tease the man: "Silly, why have you never seen you visit our alley business? Isn't it just a bad idea?"

The man raised his hand and pointed at the second floor and was about to get angry, but Mr. Qi pressed his arm and smiled, "Forget it, why are you, a big man, angry with them?"

More than ten people came to Lishamao Hutong and entered Yihongyuan.

The madam from Yihongyuan smiled and greeted her: "It's the first time I've seen Mr. Qi, you are here to our Yihongyuan."

Mr. Qi waved his hand, and the man behind him took a string of Buddhist treasures and put them in the hand of the madam: "Let the girls rest today, Yihongyuan will not do business."

The madam quietly touched the micro-carved lines on Buddhist Tongbao with her fingertips.

The man from the Sanshan Association frowned and said, "Why, I can't even believe the Sanshan Association?"

The madam reached out and patted his chest: "How can it be... Meng Sanshan Club takes care of her on weekdays and sends her Sanshan Club a message. Today, not only was my Yihong Courtyard, but I was also confiscated in advance, but I was very proud."

Mr. Qi frowned: "Have those guests from those families arrived?"

The madam smiled and said, "The guests from the Aid Building arrived after noon, and they sat alone in the room without letting people in, and they were very withdrawn."

Mr. Qi thought to himself: "What does this person look like?"

The madam whispered: "The thin man is in his forties, very low and as thin as a monkey."

Mr. Qi frowned and was silent for a long time: "Where is Chunfengyuan?"

The madam continued: "After the guests of Chunfengyuan arrived at the You hour, they not only bought the yard, but also drove the madam and the girls out. They gave each of them a five-tall silver liquor market and asked them to stay outside for a night. Moreover, they also brought their own stoves, tea sets, and tea, and didn't use the things in the yard at all."

"Oh?" Mr. Qi was a little surprised: "How many people did they bring?"

The madam whispered: "More than twenty, it's so fierce."

The man lowered his body and leaned over to Qi Gong's ear and said, "Mr. Qi, can it be the boss behind Fu Ruixiang come?"

Mr. Qi nodded: "Yes, it's possible."

The man asked again: "Do you want me to go and inquire?"

Mr. Qi shook his head: "No need, I can bring so many people and take such generous actions. I roughly guess who it is. Don't provoke him... Strange, who was the one who took care of Hongmeiyuan?"

While speaking, a group of people came into the alley. Everyone wore a hat, lowered the brim of the hat, avoided everyone's eyes and walked into Hongmeiyuan.

Strange things, these people walk surprisingly consistently, and the distance they take and the height of their feet are generally the same.

So much so that when they walk together, they feel a strange sense of neatness.

A man whispered: "Mr. Qi is Chen Wenren, the son of the second wife of the Chen family. I have seen them in Baiyuyuan. I think those around him are all guards of ceremonies in front of the imperial court."

Mr. Qi thought to himself: "The second wife of the Chen family, the person behind Hutchison has also come... Hey, who is the person in the building? Who else will come to join in the fun?"

...

...

At this moment, Chunfeng Garden is quiet.

The young man who had watched the fallen with Chen Ji was sitting by the window, with his arm on the windowsill, and his fingers were tapping.

A small red mud stove was burning beside him, and an exquisite silver pot was placed on it.

A strong man sat next to him, picked up the silver pot and poured it into a blue and white porcelain cup, and pushed the tea cup to his hand: "Master, drink tea."

The young man picked up the teacup and raised it to his mouth, blew it slowly, but his eyes looked at Li Shamao Hutong downstairs through the crack of the window.

The man reminded: "Master, tonight, you made an appointment with Lord Wu of the Ministry of Rites to go to the teaching staff to listen to opera. If you come to a place like Lishamao Hutong, you will definitely impeach you."

"It would be better if they didn't ask them to know," said the young man with a smile. "How can there be such a fake drama like the Si Meng of Bianliang be like a real sword and a gun? Hutchison, Fu Ruixiang gathered more than 600 people to come to the eight major hutongs. The group of people are afraid that they will never come back today. If I don't take a look at them, I won't be able to see them anymore."

Zhou Kuang frowned: "Master, how beautiful are the idle people in the city fighting? If you really want to see it, I will take you to the mountain to see it when the fifth military camp and Long Live military exercises."

The young man shook his head helplessly: "What I want to see is not martial arts."

Zhou Kuang was stunned: "Then what are you looking at?"

The young man smiled mysteriously: "It depends on people's hearts...that group of people is interesting. More than 30 people wanted to pick two major battle camps off. I have a genital. Zhou Kuang, you came out of the Five Military Camp. Do you tell me if they have a chance of winning today?"

The man named Zhou Kuang thought for a moment: "There is no chance of winning, it is a good thing to be able to escape one or two."

The young man drank all the tea in the blue and white porcelain cup: "What a pity, I like that guy who is very good at it."

The man sat in front of the small stove and said, "Master, why don't he protect him?"

The young man smiled: "After protecting him, he handed over the business in the outer city to him, and then after ten years he watched him corrupted by fame and fortune and become Zhu Guan's appearance? That's not good. In the stories of those storytellers, the old leader who always likes to tell the story of Hutchison is so kind, but he never dares to tell how the old leader was cruel and ruthless after becoming famous ten years."

The young man looked out the window: "Zhou Kuang, the flowers should wither into dust in the brightest moments, and the hero should be killed when they are famous all over the world. There should not be a legend in the world, because as long as the legend is alive, there will be a day of decay. Instead of being decayed, it is better to die earlier."

The man remained silent.

The young man took his eyes back from the window and looked at the man: "Zhou Kuang, if I become like that one day, you will chop me down."

The man named Zhou Kuang shook his head: "Master, you will implicate the nine tribes."

The young man said disdainfully: "No seed."

Zhou Kuang asked back: "Master, why don't you just commit suicide?"

The young man smiled and said, "No, I'm afraid of pain."

Zhou Kuang lowered his head and rolled his eyes secretly.

The young man's eyes turned to the window again: "I heard from Lord Wu that the Four Dreams of Bianliang are about the love, hate, and love between two high-ranking men and women and two poor men and women. Haha, I don't know if it was a daydream by a poor scholar, and I don't bother with love every day. If I asked me to write, I would write about the four men who gave up their pens and joined the army together, and went north to end the sufferings of the two dynasties, and give the people a stable life."

The tea-making man whispered: "You have written it in a real pseudonym, but it is not good-looking. Wenyuan Bookstore doesn't want it."

The young man's face stagnated: "That's because he had no vision in Wenyuan Bookstore... Hey, what time has it been? Why haven't that group of people come yet?"

It was midnight, and even the guests from the Eight Great Hutongs began to disperse, but the people he was waiting for did not come.

Several distinguished guests were guarding Lishamao Hutong, and hundreds of people guarding outside the Eight Great Hutongs. Everyone waited from You to Zhong, and saw the candles in the lanterns changed again and again, and the red candle tears were dripping on the ground, and nothing happened.

In Yihong Courtyard, Mr. Qi was a little unable to bear it when he was old and fell asleep.

It was not until the attack passed by that he woke him up: "Where is the person?"

The man in the room whispered: "Mr. Qi, they didn't come tonight. The guests from Chunfengyuan were still waiting. The second-person of the Chen family in Hongmeiyuan couldn't help but leave early."

Mr. Qi said angrily: "Damn it, could this group of people guessed that Hutchison and Fu Ruixiang were going to join forces today? So they deliberately let go of the air? Let's put this Aoying!"

The man asked, "Will they stop coming in the future?"

Mr. Qi smiled: "If they really don't come again, wouldn't Qian Ping's finger be cut in vain... How's the family's business tonight?"

The man replied: "The Baiyu Garden is full of guests tonight."

Mr. Qi was a little surprised: "Manke?"

The man explained: "It was Zhang Zheng, the son of Zhang Zhuo and Zhang, who led a group of friends to our Baiyuyuan to listen to music, and did not call girls. He just made a group of big men to drink, which was very boring."

Mr. Qi smashes his mouth: "I love to play, and kids love to play, this Zhang family is interesting."

The man asked, "Mr. Qi, go back and rest?"

Mr. Qi shook his head: "Wait a minute, the little bastard may come again at night. I have to see the formation with my own eyes."

At this moment, there was a sound of play in the distance.

A group of people came from Baishun Hutong with their arms around each other, and walked through the streets and alleys as if nothing had happened in the eyes of a group of sticks.

When he arrived at the intersection of Lishamao Hutong and Hanjiatan Hutong, a young man waved and said, "My carriage is parked on the other side, so I won't leave with you."

The others bowed and said goodbye: "See you tomorrow!"

After saying that, the group of people scattered into several teams and walked towards the alleys. Chen Ji walked among the crowd, silently remembering the people distributed in each alley, and just left as if no one else was around.
Chapter completed!