An Lingrong's Rebirth: The Lock of Qingqiu

Qin Sanyue sent the two prepared dishes, cold mushrooms, beef, and black-bone chicken soup to the concubines of the imperial palace. For several days in a row, Zhen Huan, Shen Meizhuang, and An Lingrong went to the concubines' houses together every day. The palace added two more dishes, and the resentment in the harem gradually dissipated.

The treasury is empty and the financial crisis is like an invisible hand, tightly strangling the throat of the court. The emperor was frowning. While he decided to reduce the number of palace members and cut various expenditures, in order to make up for the huge financial deficit, the emperor made a difficult decision: to increase taxes.

This news stirred up a thousand waves with just one stone, and spread quickly in and out of the palace. The people complained. They were already living in dire straits, and now they had to bear extra taxes, which undoubtedly made it worse.

Public dissatisfaction is boiling and conflicts are about to break out.

The first major demonstration in many years broke out in the crowded capital, and the prosperous shops on both sides of the street did not dare to open their doors anymore. People's eyes were red because of Qiu Fu, and they wanted to smash the prosperous shops.

An Lingrong received the news that her mother Lin Xiu's embroidery business and Qin Luoyi's clothing store were temporarily suspended. On the streets of Beijing, the doors of every house were closed, and the ground was filled with paper scraps and garbage. The parade lasted for three days.

In the court, hundreds of officials were arguing endlessly. The important officials of the court, represented by E Min and Zhen Yuandao, held completely opposite opinions on this matter.

It is said that E Min believes that raising taxes is a stopgap measure that can temporarily alleviate the plight of the empty national treasury.

As for Zhen Yuandao, he firmly opposes tax increases. He believes that tax increases will only further increase the burden on the people and cause more dissatisfaction and conflicts.

In the court, the two men were facing each other tit for tat. E Min spoke sharply and argued about the necessity and urgency of raising taxes; Zhen Yuandao argued hard and tried to convince the emperor and officials about the hidden dangers behind the tax increase.

All civil and military officials in the court joined in this fierce debate one after another. Some supported E Min, while others supported Zhen Yuandao. They pointed fingers and made chaos.

An Lingrong listened quietly to the news from Qin Sanyue, with a worried look on his face.

She thought about it carefully. The emperor had invested a lot of time and financial resources in developing the elixir of immortality, but he could not make ends meet. Why had the situation become so urgent in just a few months?

What is the real purpose of the emperor's reserve of silver? This mystery is like a thick dark cloud hanging over the head, making it impossible for people to see the truth of the matter clearly.

Things were just as An Lingrong expected. The emperor ordered an increase in taxes and insisted on implementing it regardless of the objections of the military officials and the riots of the people outside the palace.

The fierce resistance of the people gradually subsided. Zhen Yuandao even used physical discomfort to resist going to court, but the emperor did not give in at all.

The situation was turbulent, and An Lingrong began to worry about his elderly father and mother, so he took Qin Sanyue out of the palace to check on everyone's safety. Everyone closed their doors and began to stay at home to avoid trouble. When night fell, there was silence. Lingrong, Lin Xiu, An Zixuan and An Zhixuan slept on a big bed in one room, An Bihuai slept in another room, and Lingrou and Qin Sanyue slept on the same bed in the same room.

An Lingrong tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. She listened carefully to the movements around her. From time to time, there were a few slight calls and running sounds in the quiet air. Someone threw stones at the gate of Xiuzhuang. At night, she listened Comes extra clear.

Clothes fluttered in the air, and Qin Sanyue's figure flashed and disappeared on the wall. There were few pedestrians on the road. In this chaotic world, people did not dare to leave their homes easily during the day, let alone at night.

Lin Xiu's embroidery shop is on the left side of the street when they come out of Xiuzhuang where they live. A group of vicious men with tools in their hands smashed the doors and windows into a small gap, and a man stepped out of the gap. He reached in with one hand and tried to unlock the door from the inside out.

"Chi!" The air was torn apart. The rough man didn't have time to look back before he fell to the ground silently.

The rest of the people who were traveling with her were shocked. They raised their heads and looked around in alarm. Qin Sanyue's black robe was flying in the corner of the roof. She didn't want to take their lives!

After the man who fell to the ground woke up, he cursed in the empty street: Fuck you XXX.

The moment his voice trailed off, Qin Yuelu, masked in black scarf, approached him in an instant, with the undrawn sword in its scabbard pressed against his throat. He immediately turned pale with fright and trembled all over: " Hero...hero, spare your life, spare your life..."

Qin Sanyue frowned slightly, turned around with the scabbard, swung it in a circle, and the hilt of the sword hit his head like a mountain. He didn't have time to grunt, and fell softly to the ground with a muffled sound.

The other accomplices fled in panic.

The night is low, the stars are dotted, and the moonlight shines like water on the quiet streets, reflecting a silvery white light.

Qin Sanyue was alone, holding the dark sword in his hand, patrolling along the street with an expressionless face, listening carefully.

Suddenly, a harsh cry for help pierced the night sky.

Qin Sanyue was immediately alert, his eyes were like torches, and he followed the sound.

Not far away, a young woman was grabbed tightly by several burly gangsters and dragged to a big tree on the side of the street.

The woman was so frightened that she screamed for help at the top of her lungs. Her frightened voice echoed in the empty streets, it was shrill and desperate, and it made people's scalp numb.

Qin Sanyue's inner fire was quickly ignited by her anger. She turned around in an instant, and the sharp sword in her hand was instantly unsheathed. A fatal move left a neat fatal wound on the throat of the four gangsters.

Their eyes widened in horror, but they were unable to resist. The street returned to silence again, with only the sound of the woman crying. She was in shock, and her eyes were full of gratitude.

Qin Sanyue put away his long sword and said, "Why are you still lingering on the street in the middle of the night? Where is your home?"

The woman pointed to the "Meixiang Tower" not far away! It was just a brothel.

Qin Sanyue said coldly: "Go back quickly. I'm here to watch. No one will dare to touch you. If you continue to wander around on the street regardless of your own safety, you will have to resign yourself to your fate."

The woman thanked her profusely and said, "My hero, I am an artist but not my body. I have been in turmoil recently and I have been entangled by a few shameless people. Thank you for your help, hero." She went up to Meixiang Tower and waved to Qin Sanyue. .

The night was getting darker, and Qin Sanyue's figure was getting further and further away in the darkness. No one knew that a raging anger had been ignited in her heart. She took a few leaps in the air and landed gently on Lin Xiukai's embroidery shop. , stepped on the tiles, rested his head on the sword, crossed his legs, half-closed his eyes, and fell asleep lightly.

An Lingrong, who slept with Lin Xiu, also slept lightly... and was speechless all night.