As the evening approaches, a gust of autumn wind blows by and it rains. The Pei family's house is quiet and deep. At this time, a man walks with an umbrella and comes to a hall surrounded by lush sycamore trees.

The hall was already holding lights, illuminating the figure of a young man sitting upright. In front of the window, the green bamboos and beautiful cannas are surrounded by green and bright red. The drizzle fell on it and rustled. This scene is like a painting.

The visitor walked to the corridor and put away his umbrella and showed his face. He was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. A beautiful maid had already arrived. He reached out to take the oil-paper umbrella and bowed to Master Minzi.

Pei Minzi didn't go in, so he stood in the corridor and whispered: "Yan Zi came out to watch the rain."

Pei Yanzi sat inside without moving and said, "The rain is for listening."

Pei Minzi stepped in and said, "Then what are you looking at?"

Pei Yanzi was wearing a green shirt, with books and ink piled up on several tables, and two lamps were placed. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand and said, "The letter sent by Young Master Qingzi."

Pei Minzi muttered and said, "It's Xue Qing who makes you laugh." After that, he laughed first.

Pei Yanzi did not laugh or annoyed, and nodded, "It's him." Without realizing the joking meaning of these words.

What if Pei Yanzi likes male style? He is not ashamed of it.

Pei Minzi was quite bored and walked over to look at it and said, "What are you saying?" Before Pei Yanzi answered, he said, "Well, I'm here to tell you. The government office has posted a notice that the city will not be able to enjoy the lanterns this year, and each family will do their own things."

This is also expected. Although the murderer surrendered to Zong Zhou's assassination, officials from the capital still need to investigate thoroughly. At this time, there are many people who will be held at this time, and, secondly, they are afraid that the Beijing officials will be even more dissatisfied with their search.

"...As for your affairs, it's also..." Pei Minzi continued. Before he finished speaking, Pei Yanzi put down the letter in his hand.

"Then our Jieyuan Lantern Festival will be more lively." He said, "You should prepare more people."

Pei Minzi exclaimed and said, "Is it going to be held?"

Pei Yanzi said: "The government has said it, but each family will do its own things."

Pei Minzi smiled and knocked on the table and said, "That's just a polite word."

Pei Yanzi said: "Wrong, the Mid-Autumn Festival of August and folk entertainment are the principles of heaven and ethics. How could the government stop it? Besides, it is not a national mourning."

Pei Minzi slammed the table and said, stopping and stopping, and then laughed: "You are so cruel. If Lord Mansion heard you, he would be afraid to announce the lantern meeting overnight. It is comparable to a national mourning. Who can bear this title? Zong Zhouquanxia would not dare to do so."

Pei Yanzi said: "I'll go and report it to my father and grandfather."

Pei Minzi smiled and said, "I want to report that if there is no lantern festival in the city, my lantern festival in the garden will definitely attract attention. I wonder how many people need to find a way to have fun."

Pei Yanzi said, and got up and called the maid. The maid who had just taken the umbrella and didn't know where to retreat immediately appeared and took the belt and tied it to Pei Yanzi.

Pei Minzi leaned against the table and looked at it. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the letter that Pei Yanzi had just read. She didn't know what the young master Qingzi wrote. While Pei Yanzi turned around and asked the maid to tie her hair, she hurriedly looked at it. The handwriting on the letter was a bit sloppy, not a common regular script----

“….. Thanks to the elegant aspiration of Master Yan Zi, I don’t know that the 15th-level Lantern Festival in the Garden is here, so I might go and watch it….”

I could only read this sentence in a hurry, and Pei Yanzi had already said it.

Pei Minzi hurriedly closed her figure and replied, "My grandfather must be called to play the piano at this time. Let's go quickly, so as not to wait too late..." But he thought to himself, Yanzi only said he wanted to sing poems, but did not invite Xue Qing. He had no other contact except for the fact that the servants had sent the gifts for visiting as usual when something happened. Not everyone can come to Jieyuan's lantern festival. He must receive invitations from the Pei family before entering the door. Then Xue Qing came to ask for invitations, which means he was going to come to the lantern festival, so Pei Yanzi must do this lantern festival?

I felt it was impossible, but I also felt that it was just that. This young man was notorious before and later became famous for his first time in the Dragon Boat Festival poetry, but he was very low-key and did not make friends everywhere to write poetry. This was the first time he took the initiative to participate in such a gathering place. Could it be that he felt that it was time to soar into the sky? He was a little curious about Xue Qing, and was happy that the Jieyuan Lantern Festival would still be held. I would meet the young man at that time.

The maid held up the umbrella, Pei Yanzi reached out to take it, Pei Minzi lifted up the glass lamp on the windowsill, and the two brothers walked towards the drizzle.

The rainy night is quiet and pleasant, and it also makes the night more intense and dark. At this time, the lake water in Shuangyuan was rippled by the rain. Except for the occasional patrolmen holding torches passing by, the entire Shuangyuan was shrouded in darkness, and the sound of rain made people feel inexplicably chilled.

The high walls and closed doors and windows separated the sound of rain, and a room was brightly lit.

With a clamor, the person who was fainting on the ground was poured with a bucket of water. Ice slid down in the water, which shows that the coldness and the person on the ground twitched in the blood. Two soldiers pulled his hair up, one left and one right, so that the people standing in front could see their faces clearly.

This person was Zhong Shisan who surrendered in front of the government office that day. The palace was still black, but there were a few scars. It was impossible to tell whether it was a whip or a knife cut. At this time, blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose, and his eyes were opened without any attention.

Duan Shan played with a knife in his hand and said, "Zhong Shisan, I'll ask you again, who asked you to do this?"

Zhong Shisan murmured: "How many times have you said it... I am irreconcilable. In the past three years, I have found countless bandits and bandits. I followed Zong Zhou and fought wherever I went. Today, I finally won't let go..." As he said that, he laughed again, and the blood in his mouth was even more violent. The blood flowed out made him cough repeatedly.

Duan Shan said: "Okay okay, okay, I know you are awesome. Who is the one who avenged this blood revenge for you? You can always tell me."

Zhong Shisan just coughed continuously. Duan Shan reached out to pinch his jaw and removed it and put it on again. It was surprising that Zhong Shisan's cough disappeared, but the pain in his body twitched.

Duan Shan said: "Say, after doing such a big thing, you must always leave your name in history."

Zhong Shisan coughed and said, "Hasn't Fang Qiba sacrificed his life? There are so many brothers, don't you remember their names?"

After he finished speaking, Duan Shan shook his head and said, "Scholars are sharp-tongued..." After he finished speaking, he cut off one of Zhong Shisan's ears from the knife in his hand.

It was caught off guard, and Zhong Shisan screamed loudly. If the two soldiers had not pressed the person firmly, they would have rolled on the ground. Even so, their whole body would be twitching like crazy. They screamed for a moment and they could not move.

A soldier reached out and said, "Sir, I just fainted."

Duan Shan felt quite bored, so he leaned over and stabbed the bloody ears on the ground with the knife in his hand and said, "Let's try again tomorrow."

Liao Cheng then walked out from behind the screen, covering his mouth and nose, covering his eyes, and his ears were still stuffed with cotton wool. He asked loudly: "How?"

Duan Shan said, "Don't say it." While speaking, he walked out with his ears. The door opened and the wind mixed with rain. He murmured, "It's raining."

Liao Cheng took off the cotton wool and followed him, "Is there any news that Lord Duan can't ask?"

Duan Shan said: "That's why it's strange. Could it be that Zhong Shisan doesn't know who killed Lord Zong?"

Liao Cheng nodded and said, "It's possible, he may be just a scapegoat that was launched. The little man doesn't know the real person behind the scenes."
Chapter completed!