Chapter 55: Night Thorn East Factory

East Plant, South Yard
Leng Qingtang snuggled up, with a golden silk and black silk quilt on her legs.
Cheng Wanli walked in and gave his hand.
"Supervisor, everything is ready and you can set off tomorrow."
"Where is the East Palace?"
Leng Qingtang's eyes flickered slightly, and he straightened up his upper body, asking if there was a point.
"The governor can rest assured, the things are delivered, and the maid in charge will take it personally. Leave a word, the governor can enter Kunning Palace at any time if he has anything to do."
Leng Qingtang curled her lips, with a clear heart, and raised her chin towards the corner chair.
Cheng Wanli pulled the corner chair to the governor’s couch and sat down respectfully to speak with the governor.
"Supervisor Divine Machine, you persuaded Princess Wan to sponsor her mother's family to take over as the official secretary, and you really forced the East Palace out..." Cheng Wanli flatly said:
"The imperial grandfather Hu is also very powerful, admonishing the emperor to let the concubine Xu go to the east palace to raise a baby, and the troubles the concubine imposes on us will be smoothly passed on to the queen."
Leng Qingtang moved on the couch, with a three-pointed smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Queen Qian has been in the harem for a long time, and she has been spoiled by the Wan clan for a long time. Now that she sees the Wan clan growing bigger and bigger in the court, she is afraid, so she jumped out and wanted to take power. Jiang An's disaster relief work is nothing but doing. Favor to win over the governor."
"Master, the queen took the initiative to carry the Dongchang factory. Doesn't she want to use our strength to win the emperor?"
Leng Qingtang's phoenix eyes squinted slightly, and his smile was full of interesting play:
"In the past dynasties, the harem has always been involved with the previous dynasty. The turbulence of the previous dynasty will inevitably cause continuous disturbances in the harem.
This Xichang admiral came from Wan Yuyao's Yongning Palace, and the Wan clan also holds military power. Now these not only threaten the East Palace, but the power in the hands of the gods also threatens our emperor. Take Queen Qian said that if you want to regain the power of the harem, you can only work with the Governor! "
Cheng Wanli pondered for a moment and said:
"Supervisor, this time there are only two or three barbarians in the northern part of the country. The calf in Wanli has to go to the treasury for two million taels of silver as a military salary. There must be a problem here!"
"You said he was a calf?"
With a cold snort, resentment on his handsome face, the governor sternly said:
"In the eyes of the Governor, his Wanli is purely an underfed jackal!
Xichang Minglan's self-recommended disaster relief must have been received by Wan Yuyao. Whether it is disaster relief or the allocation of military payments in the north, it must be shameless!
At this time, Queen Qian did not hesitate to offend the Wan clan, but also recognized the secret in the dark..."
Taking a sip of tea, Leng Qingtang played with the lid and smiled:
"In the opinion of the Governor, if the young Lord Hou is defeated, naturally there is no need to say anything. Hmph, if the war is won, that will only make Queen Qian more clear. Compared with the West Factory, the Governor’s East Factory The emperor is the most important to her! The so-called high-powered master is this principle."
"Master, where shall we go next?"
"The Queen has to deal with Wan Yuyao. The Governor can check and balance the West Factory, and both sides have common opponents. Since Donggong takes the initiative to show her favor, the Governor has reached an alliance with her. The Queen's trump card will become a success for us in the future. Very useful.
Before Beijing tomorrow, the governor will enter Kunning Palace to see the queen. Go down, rest early, and enter the palace with me tomorrow. "
"Subordinates understand!"
Cheng Wanli got up, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked:
"If you leave Beijing tomorrow, the governor shouldn't say hello to the mansion?"
"Mansion" naturally refers to his admiral's mansion. Thousand households just wanted to ask the governor:
Do you need to tell Gu Yunxi in the mansion about your departure from Beijing?
Leng Qingtang said blankly:
"No, I'll let Fan Wei inform over there after we set off."
Cheng Wanli didn't speak any more, and left angrily.
He grew up with the governor since he was a child, and he was a few years older, so he naturally understood his temper better than others.
Feeling angry at Gu Yunxi, don't look at this gentleman's appearance, but his heart is filled with melancholy and worries that go back and forth.
Tell me who will believe, act boldly and stop children from crying
The governor of the East Factory would be overwhelmed by a teenage girl!
A few days ago, Cheng Wanli was still worried because the superintendent and Gu Yunxi were tired of being together, but now the two are indifferent to each other, but he saves some worry.
Of course, when I saw that the Lord was thinking about it in Dongchang, he was numb to himself, and he felt sorry for the Lord again.
Ask Cheng Wanli to say that the young girl is just undecided (sexual xing), and her preferences have always been swayed from side to side. Where can we understand true feelings?
Cheng Wanli occasionally thinks that she doesn’t like this kind of girl. If she really likes it, she dare not follow it.
After Cheng Wanli left, Leng Qingtang was not drowsy, so he took the book and leaned on it to read.
Half an hour passed before the page was turned. The north wind is constantly outside the window, and the candlelight inside the house flickers, occasionally making a "pick" sound.
Shen Shen closed his eyes, Leng Qingtang provoked Yubai's fingers to press on the center of his eyebrows and rubbed them, and threw the book casually.
Alone, he would think of his girl again.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I don’t know how Yunxi had been at the Admiral’s Mansion today and what did he do? Is she asleep at this moment, is she covered with a quilt? Don't just push on the quilt again at night to attract the wind...
Suddenly realized that she opened her eyes and closed her eyes, her head was always shaking with a smile. It turned out that her figure had taken root firmly in her heart.
No matter what, even if she broke his heart in the end, the hot beating heart in his (chest xiong) seemed to have been pierced by a sharp knife. When he was suffering from pain but couldn't vent it, he But in the subtle and subtle way, I can always be evoked by the daily life, every emotion and every scene to miss her.
Yesterday, he returned to the Dongchang factory in anger, and when he calmed down, he felt that he was indeed to blame.
From the age of sensibility, he has been carrying great secrets for twenty years.
The hatred of the first emperor, the injustice of the Zheng family, and a lot of blood and deep hatred overwhelmed him. It wasn't until he had her by his side that he truly realized the freedom of breathing, how unfettered it is to live and live for himself
Xu is the little girl who has grown up, knows how to choose, and learns how to choose.
Or, she did understand that when she refused him, the "love" between men and women is not just about who is good to each other, not just the care and care that exists between the two.
Who is willing to emptied her youth and accompany a castrated eunuch?
Now that the big event is unsuccessful, he doesn't know how long he will have to walk in the sea of ​​swords and swords with the status of "eunuch", why should he drag her and delay her
Well, even if you are passionate, you would be wrong about the drunken words "I like you" from her last!
Regardless of a lovesickness, he still took care of her. Whether in Dongchang, at the Admiral's Mansion or in Jiang'an, she is the only one who lingers in the heart, and he is content with this love.
Subai stretched out his hand and pressed the (chest xiong) mouth. Although I figured it out, it still seemed to have a suffocating breath, bulging, and unable to spit out and swallow.
Leng Qingtang had no sleep at all, he got out of bed, changed into a strong blue outfit, took the saber hung on the wall and stepped out of the house.
Under the corridor, he looked up at the sky in depression. In the dark sky, thick clouds opened a gap, revealing a clear and temperatureless moonlight. Snow is sparse, still slowly drifting and falling, and piles up in the world into death.
With a raised right wrist, the bright sword was unsheathed, and the white sword shadow was drawn overnight (color).
Leng Qingtang practiced a set of swordsmanship in the courtyard.
With each arm dance, the sharp sword aura diffused in the night sky, and Li Li Hanguang gathered a flexible figure that did not change, like dazzling silver dragons flying around him.
The flying snowflakes were disturbed by layers of sword air (dry gan), and immediately became chaotic like a horror, with no formation and no clue. Before they could get close to the sword dancer, they melted into white censen steam. , Following the trend of Jianfeng, gather or spread out in a curvy cage, forming a splendid scenery (color) in the cold air.
Suddenly, the faint sound of presence or absence caused him to take his moves, and then quickly turned his wrists and shook his hands.
With a clang of the long sword, it cut through the firmament of the dark night, and rushed directly to the roof of the wing at the moment when Leng Qingtang (tuo) took off his hands.
"　 La" cracked, the roof was swept by a sharp sword, the roof beam suddenly broke, shattered tiles and snow burst.
A white shadow rolled down from the collapsed roof with broken tiles. At this time, Leng Qingtang closed his right hand and took the long sword back into his palm with his internal strength.
The white-clothed man spun around sharply in the air when he fell, and there was no sound when his feet touched the ground.
Leng Qingtang noticed this, and then Feng's eyes narrowed and looked at the person who came.
This person wears a strong Yuebai suit with long hair pulled high, and his face is mostly blocked by a silver mask with engraved patterns, unable to see his facial features.
"Commercial name!"
On the opposite side, the long and cold blade of the sword slammed a cold flash of lightning directly at the opponent in the crimson night, and the owner of the sword solemnly questioned the visitor.
The night thorn Dongchang, the conspicuous white (color) in the middle of the night watch, is really an arrogant person who knows how to do it
The visitor didn't answer, raising the steel knife in his hand, and Ling Xiao rushed to the top.
The corners of Leng Qingtang's lips raised lightly, and he swung his sword in a calm manner. Two figures circulated in the courtyard, one bright and one dark. Everyone in White's swordsmanship is aggressive and hostile. Leng Qingtang is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and every sword style can overcome strength with softness. In the blink of an eye, a hundred tricks were over, and when his stature was staggered, Leng Qingtang asked the white-clothed man:
"Have you ever been to Qingfeng Temple?!"
The other party remained silent and continued to attack with a knife.
There was an uproar outside the courtyard.
When the wing roof collapsed, the factory worker Sun Bing who stayed behind and the rest guards in the courtyard had already been alarmed. Sun Bing ran out to call for his son's time, and Cheng Wanli had already rushed into the south courtyard with the big, second, and seventh gears.
"Guardian"
Cheng Wanli slammed his knife and rushed to the front of the crowd.
At this moment, the guards had surrounded the southern courtyard heavily, and the water was impenetrable. Some people leaped up to the roof with weapons in hand, laying a line of defense on the heights. Countless sharp weapons and lanterns are entangled with torches, and the dappled flashing light forms an airtight cage, which is particularly dazzling in the cold night.
Seeing the disadvantage, the white-clothed man waved a hidden weapon. The hard metal collided with the blade in Banwei's hand, and immediately sparks overflowed, (killing sha) angry.
Someone on the house was attacked, a gap appeared in the line of defense, and the man in white flew up to the roof. Leng Qingtang and Cheng Wanli followed closely behind.
A fight to the death (to kill sha) reappeared. The sword, the light and the sword, along with the infinite internal strength, develops the momentum of competition. During the fight, (强qiang) Jin's blade energy whirled and spread to all directions.
People with fast stamina evaded one after another, and Cheng Wanli followed the others to the ground to dodge. They are determined to look at the two inextricably beaten on the roof of the house, annoyed and helpless for being incomprehensible.
Leng Qingtang and the white-clothed man fought with him and followed him across the ridge, chasing straight from the south courtyard to the west courtyard. He has always considered himself to be good at light work, but he didn't expect to meet his opponent now. I don't know if the illusion is at work, he always thinks that this mysterious man in white is related to the instigator who made the call in Qingfeng Temple that day!
Must take him
Secretly decided in his heart, Leng Qingtang speeded up the attack, and the sparks where the sharp sword and the steel knife met, the sound of the metal slammed through the night sky, deafening, and the fresh and cold air on a snowy night was filled with a pungent and thick smell. the taste of.
After another hundred moves, Leng Qingtang took the sword straight and forced the white-clothed man to fall outside the main hall of the East Factory, and a group of guards followed.
The sword's edge swept obliquely, and the bad wind roared. The white-clothed man was shocked, his pupils widened, and he hurriedly took over. Leng Qingtang curled her lips at this time, and the cold light in her eyes was full of coldness, condensing 40% of her internal strength and putting it on the blade.
" La"
The clanging sound of stubbornness resounded, and the steel knife in the hands of the white-clothed man had been cut into two pieces by Leng Qingtang's sword, and half of the broken blade fell into the snow.
The white-clothed man bowed his head, seemingly startled unexpectedly. He could not see his expression under the mask, only a muddy and unknown voice overflowed from his Adam's apple.
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