late at night.

It was very cold, and white air was emitting from the water surface of Qujiangchi. I don’t know if it was fog or air conditioning.

The trees around seemed to be frozen by the cold, and they looked dead.

A mouse was rubbing under the tree sneakily, biting it from time to time.

The shore ahead was neatly stacked with women's clothes and a pair of shoes.

The mouse's mouth kept moving, constantly gnawing on the trunks that popped out of the ground. This was not eating, but grinding his teeth.

The calm water surface suddenly surged, the mouse was stunned, stopped biting, and stared blankly at the water surface.

Hurry!

A figure rushed out of the water from underwater.

His head suddenly tilted back, his long hair flew violently, and countless water droplets splashed.

The water drops splashed onto the mouse, and it shivered and turned around and ran away.

Wei Qingyi pressed his hands on the shore and used light force, and he went to the shore.

The evil way to hold Yingying in one hand.

Flat belly.

Slim legs.

The deserted moonlight shone on the tender white body.

Dry your body, put on your clothes, and finally wrap your hair.

Wei Qingyi's body sank suddenly and then punched her.

Bang!

This punch drove the whole body, and the clothes suddenly followed, making a crisp sound similar to a whip.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Aren't the aristocratic clans the backbone of the Tang Dynasty? Why did the water stones have been suppressed after this war, and it increased more than when Goryeo was destroyed."

Wei Qingyi sat cross-legged on the shore, frowned slightly at the water surface.

"Chang'an is the place of the dragon veins of the Tang Dynasty. The place of the dragon veins must respond. Qujiang Pond is the place where the dragon veins flourish... The pool is clear and the water is abundant. If the country's power is weak, it will inevitably be exhausted gradually. And the water-pressing stone is the key to suppressing all this. The more water-pressing stones, the clearer the water of the pond will be. The less water-pressing stones, the less water of the pond will be, and the more turbid..."

"But why did the secret battle between the gentry and the emperor lead to an increase in the number of water-repressing stones?"

After a long time, Wei Qingyi got up and went back.

In the dark night, she walked lightly in the city.

The people from Jinwu Guard came and looked around with lanterns.

Wei Qingyi's body turned and turned to the side. She looked at the moonlight, thinking about all the discoveries tonight.

"Those gentry are scoundrels!"

"No, thanks to those who used to praise the gentry as the backbone of the Tang Dynasty, it's bullshit!"

"A group of evil spirits who eat bones and don't spit out scum!"

"They just want to plunder money and food from us. The more backbones there are, the more declining the Tang Dynasty will be."

"Not. But today they were dealt with by Duke Zhao. They were so angry that they blocked Duke Zhao's road. They didn't think about how powerful Duke Zhao was, a famous general of the Tang Dynasty! Then they whipped it and ran away, hahahaha!"

"Speak softly, there are noble people here. If you are awakened, you will definitely impeach us tomorrow."

The soldiers went over, but no one noticed Wei Qingyi who was looking at the moonlight calmly against the wall.

Wei Qingyi was not in a hurry to leave.

"So that's the case?"

"The people's hearts are the fate of the country, but why can the aristocratic people be despised by the people increase their fortunes?"

"The people's hearts...the national destiny."

Wei Qingyi was shocked.

"It turns out that the aristocrats are the enemies of the country's destiny!"

"The gentry is the enemy of this world!"

Wei Qingyi returned to her residence.

"Qingyi, can you get up?"

Fan Ying was teasing the birds in the yard and shouting to get up by the way.

Screaming, the door opened.

Wei Qingyi walked out with her long hair.

Fan Ying glanced at her and frowned and said, "Why did there be such a cold feeling overnight? Others said that this is to become an immortal, but I told you that there are no immortals in this world. If there are, this immortal is not merciful. Otherwise, how could he sit down and watch the bad people live a long life and be rich and the good people die and the poor? Don't learn this, ah!"

Wei Qingyi walked slowly in the yard. Fan Ying stepped back and muttered, "It's Yubu again, but I'm a professor, but why can't my Yubu beg those rich people? Qingyi's Yubu made me feel the magic."

Fan Ying went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

After breakfast, Wei Qingyi said, "Master."

"ah!"

Fan Ying looked up and said, "Worry about money? Don't worry about this. Yesterday, I found a rich man. I was so worried that I had done too much. I wanted to seek protection from the gods, so I paid a high price to ask me to do rituals. But he didn't think about it. If I did something wrong and asked for peace and nothing to do. If I did it, I would be in chaos. Everyone would dare to do evil things. Anyway, if I searched for protection from the gods, I would be fine..."

The master talks so much.

After Wei Qingyi finished speaking, he said, "Master, don't get close to people from the gentry in the future."

Fan Ying's old face turned red, "When did I get close to them?"

Wei Qingyi looked up and his dark eyes stared at him, "Whenever you meet a gentry, you like to go up, even if you can say a word and come back for a long time. Master, don't go."

Fan Ying blushed and said dissatisfiedly: "I have never been like this... I have never been like this..."

The sound gradually became smaller.

"Fan Ying, Lao Fan!"

There were shouts outside, and the sound was very unscrupulous.

Fan Ying jumped up suddenly, "Those rough men, vulgar, don't go out in Qingyi, wait, ah!"

He rushed out in a few steps.

The two big men outside were sneering with their arms folded.

Fan Ying bowed his hand, looking begging.

When he approached, he whispered: "If you turn back, you will give it, no, you will pay it back."

The big man on the left sneered, "Old Fan, I owe half a month that money? I promised to pay it back ten days, but it's five more days. We can be said to have done our best. Today..."

He glanced at the house, "Your daughter is sweet and she doesn't talk all day long. Lao Fan, give your daughter to Yeye for a night..."

"fart!"

Fan Ying jumped three feet high and then punched her.

But his skills were far inferior. Not only did he miss the hit, but he was hit by the man with a backhand punch and bleeded blood.

Fan Ying covered her nose and waved her hand, "I won't hit you anymore, I won't hit you anymore!"

The two big men stopped.

They are very easy to talk to today... and they can still talk slowly if they do it well.

Fan Ying was delighted, but found that their eyes were on her back.

He turned around suddenly, and couldn't help but stamp his feet and complain.

Wei Qingyi stood outside the door, looking cold.

"What's the matter?"

The man subconsciously licked his lips, "You Aye Lao Fan owed a debt, eight hundred yuan, hey! You can save three hundred yuan by sleeping for one night, six hundred yuan for two nights, and one hundred yuan for three nights..."

The figure suddenly moved.

"This girl wants to do it? Hahahaha!"

"Catch her!"

Fan Ying stood in front and shouted: "Qingyi runs quickly!"

Bang!

Fan Ying, who was knocked down with just one punch, fell to the ground and wailed, and turned around with difficulty...

The figure flashed.

The clothes fluttered.

Puff puff puff!

Wei Qingyi retreated, and the floating sleeves slowly fell down, gradually calming down.

The two big men knelt there, holding their hands on the ground.

"Ahem!!"

Wei Qingyi said, "I'm going to do it with a proper measure, go."
To be continued...