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The salaries of Daqi officials are not much, but local officials have their own means of making money. Although Tang Shi is not a greedy and treacherous person, he also has a lot of extra income. Of course, it is no problem to hold a decent banquet for his father.
The vegetation in the garden is still green, the lotus leaves on the small lake are not dry, and the green clusters are connected into one piece, the water and the sky meet, how pleasing to the eye.
Low tables have been set up in the waterside pavilion at the end of the promenade, and tea, wine, melons and fruits are served one after another. There are actors dancing on the small pavilion extending from here, and the clear music is floating in it. The small boat, the music came from the boat.
?Everyone sat down one after another, enjoying the dance while drinking and chatting, which was very pleasant.
There were quite a few of the visitors with family members, but Wen Qian's presence was undoubtedly more eye-catching, one because of her identity, and the other because of Yang Jin's identity at this time, so he didn't drink much, and the gazes he received were too numerous to enumerate .
The people around were still chatting, Wen Qian casually looked at the dancers over there, and said, "This dance is not as good as mine."
From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Tang Shi not far away, so he quietly reminded Yang Jin: "Master Tang is looking this way." As he spoke, he got closer to him.
With a warm waist touching his arm, Yang Jin was about to frown, Wen Qian poured him a glass of wine as if nothing had happened, and lowered his voice, "Mr. Duan, be natural."
"You are playing the role of a talented man, not a black-faced Guan Gong. Can you be a little looser? If you continue to act like this, I can't guarantee that you will not get the words out of Tang Shi's mouth."
Yang Jin naturally noticed that Tang Shi was looking at the two of them more than once.
He was silent for a while, and when Wen Qian handed the wine glass to his hand, he suddenly smiled nonchalantly, then stretched out two fingers to pinch her chin, raised it slightly, and forced her to lean against him.
"This bamboo leaf is green and mellow, I reward you."
As he spoke, he brought the glass of wine to her red lips with a frivolous expression.
With a little force on the fingertips, even the wine became spicy for no reason.
Wen Qian was taken aback immediately.
Those starry eyes full of mischief and frivolity looked straight into her eyes. Under the overly handsome eyebrows, she looked more and more unrestrained, and she looked a bit like a rebellious young master of a family.
Really didn't expect him to be so cooperative, and he also "drawing inferences from one example", his acting skills are unmistakable.
Wen Qian secretly admired, and soon, she found that the place where Yang Jin's ears were down was gradually turning red, and it spread rapidly
"" It seems that he overestimated him
? Despite the accident, Wen Qian reacted very quickly, and immediately broke away with all her strength, turning her face away in embarrassment, while Yang Jin curled the corners of his mouth, and poured himself a drink with a half-smile.
? This scene of being forced to be helpless, feeling sorry for each other, and wanting to talk about it was very successful, and all the people present quietly looked at each other with some deep expressions.
——I didn't expect that Duan was such a dissolute person.
——It's just a hungry ghost!
——I only wronged Miss Wen
Everyone has their own sentiments, but at this moment the two people in the play are looking at each other, feeling awkward for a while.
Just at the end of the song in the stone pavilion, Le Ling stopped her momentum, stood on the spot and bowed her body. Just about to start again, someone in the crowd suddenly said: "If you want to talk about singing and dancing, how can you listen to the news of Yulou?" Girl, it's rare that a girl is here today, why don't you come and play a song to open everyone's eyes."
A group of onlookers all wanted to get Wen Qian out of Duan's clutches as soon as possible, and immediately agreed.
Yang Jin had this plan in mind, but he was worried that he didn't have a place to go, so he put down his wine glass and said with a smile, "I was too busy watching the dance, but I forgot, when Miss Wen heard that she was coming to the Tang Mansion to celebrate her birthday, she specially prepared several songs. "
Wen Qian cursed inwardly: If he could really dig a hole for her, when did he say he was going to play several pieces?
Even so, with a smile on his face, Yingying got up, and said to Shi Shiran to the group of people: "My lords, it's too sudden, and the preparations were hasty. If you don't dislike it, Wen Qian will make a fool of yourself."
The spectators repeatedly said a few words, "How could it be, how could it be".
She walked around Yang Jin to the stone pavilion.
The maid holding the zither followed immediately, and someone had already brought the long table underneath, and the girl bent over, setting the zither for her half-bakedly.
?Since it was a birthday banquet, everyone guessed that she would play some cheerful and festive music to meet the occasion. Although the birthday star had gone back to his room and dozed off, it did not prevent the juniors from celebrating his birthday through a few walls.
So is Yang Jinbsp; The corpse covered in cloth.
This idea has just surfaced, and the man has already used his lightness kung fu to chase it out.
If Tang Shi found out that Jin Yiwei came to the door, no matter how closely Shi Baichuan was watched by him, there was no guarantee that some fish who slipped through the net would sneak in.
At this moment, what he can do is naturally send Liu Wenyuan out.
It is designed to feign death, and then put it in a coffin and transport it outside the city, so that the golden cicada can escape its shell.
The few people who had just carried the corpse hadn't gone far, and when they were still in the alley, a figure descended from the sky.
The crying teenager was stunned immediately, "You, who are you?"
Yang Jin walked forward quickly without saying a word. Before he could get close, the young man sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly stood in front of him, "What are you going to do to my father?!"
Before he finished speaking, an unsheathed knife was placed on his neck. The young man was stunned, instinctively wanting to cry, but he heard Yang Jin's deep threat: "Don't make a sound."
He sobbed instantly stuck in his throat.
Seeing this man's menacing approach, the servant who was carrying the corpse was only stunned for a moment, then immediately put down the wooden board and ran away.
The person wrapped in white cloth fell to the ground with a bang, his limbs seemed to move unnoticed, but he quickly returned to calm.
Yang Jin escorted the boy, and walked cautiously and hesitantly to the board.
If there is a living person inside, there is no guarantee that he will have a weapon hidden in his hand.
After holding the knife across his body, he bent down slowly, and lifted the linen cloth with a bang——
Lying quietly on the ground was a middle-aged man with his eyes closed, his lips pale and his neck faintly covered with corpse spots.
With a strong body and well-developed limbs, he is obviously a man who does physical work all year round.
After he was surprised, he frowned deeply, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it Liu Wenyuan?"
"Of course not, he's my father!" Taking advantage of Yang Jin's absence, the young man broke away from him and threw himself next to the corpse, crying and covering the cloth again, saying "Father, my son is sorry, The wicked are in front of me, but I am powerless to stop them” and so on.
Yang Jin came back to his senses, and probably realized that he had done too much, so he squatted down in front of him with his robe lifted, and touched the ingot of silver from his bosom.
"I misunderstood just now, take this to bury your father properly."
The boy first yelled with great backbone, "I don't want your money!"
After a while, seeing that he didn't take his hand back, he still took it calmly.
Yang Jin asked calmly, "How did your father die?"
He sniffled: "He died of illness."
"What disease?"
When asked here, the young man was silent for a while, looked around nervously, and then whispered mysteriously: "My father actually got sick from being scared."
? Yang Jin frowned suspiciously, "Scared to death? By whom?"
"By our master!"
The teenager told him a weird story.
"About more than ten days ago, my father went to take a urinate at night, and when the convenience was over, he planned to go to the kitchen to find some leftovers to eat.
"I never thought that when I passed by the old man's courtyard, I suddenly heard him standing there alone talking to someone, and he talked for a long time."
Yang Jin asked strangely: "I don't see who it is?"
"No." He shook his head, "My father didn't say that."
The young man continued: "Then I don't know what happened. The master seemed to be very anxious and started walking back and forth in the courtyard. Later, my father saw him bend down like this—" He also bent his waist while talking, Both hands hang down, as if holding something, swinging back and forth.
Yang Jin tried to do this movement, but he didn't understand its meaning.
"My father wanted to see what the master was doing at that time, so he walked a few steps forward. Unexpectedly, the master suddenly raised his head. Guess what?"
The boy shivered: "He actually has his eyes closed!"
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