After reaching the pinnacle of life, cheats came [Entertainment Circle]

The night is cold as water.

There were shadows in the courtyard, and when the wind blew, the bamboo leaves rustled.

But in Master Lian's room, the atmosphere was very frozen.

The Japanese had already arrived at Jingling. Thousands of vanguard troops had already stationed outside the city, and it was unknown how many were behind.

"I heard that there is not enough food and grass. Little Japan originally planned to go directly south..."

"...It's just sooner or later." Even the old man finally had some strength after taking medicine, "Cheng'er is leaving tonight, we can't wait any longer."

"Ma'am, please bring that thing out. Ahem..."

Liancheng stepped forward to comfort him, Feng pressed a mechanism on the head of the bed, and the inner side of the bed was slowly opened, revealing a small space with a box of more than half a meter inside.

Pulling open the box, there was a scroll inside, before anyone could see it, the box was closed again.

"This is?"

"The real work of Wu Daozi."

Liancheng's eyes widened in surprise, the real work of Tang Dynasty painter Wu Daozi?According to rough calculations, it has been more than 1000 years, and there are still authentic works circulating in the world.

Seeing his stunned look, Old Man Lian showed a smug smile. This is a treasure handed down from generation to generation by the Lian family!Liancheng loves Wu Daozi's painting the most in his daily life. He watched many imitations when he was a child, but his father never told his family that there is this real painting.

Feeling eager to move, Liancheng restrained his hand from opening the box.No matter how good the paper is, it cannot withstand the scouring of time. If it is not properly preserved, 1000 years is enough for the paper to be oxidized and damaged.

"Father, why didn't the elder brother take this painting away?" Liancheng was a little puzzled, could it be that the treasures escorted by the elder brother were more precious than this?

Even the old man shook his head, coughed violently again, his face turned blue from holding back.

"You have stayed in Tongcheng for seven years, which is not enough this year. After all, you still know too little about current affairs."

Liancheng looked guilty. He was indeed obsessed with painting skills all day long, and he didn't care about the surrounding things at all.So he was the only one kept in the dark about such a big incident at home.If he hadn't forced his way back this time, he might not even be able to see his parents for the last time.

"Cheng'er, dad is not blaming you." Mr. Lian breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes diverged, and he said with a hint of memory: "Old man Liu wrote me a letter before he passed away. The letter said that the Japanese chief Qing Hechuan , the ancestors came to China with the Japanese mission, and they have always loved Chinese culture. They are especially fond of Tang Dynasty treasures."

"I originally planned to leave this painting as a gift to Qing Hechuan in exchange for Jingling's peace."

"But...but..." Speaking of the pain in his heart, even the old man burst into tears, "but dad is so confused. Today, when your uncle Lian said that Hechuan was diverted to Jingling due to lack of food, I realized that he had something else to do. FIG ah!"

How can there be no authentic works of the Tang Dynasty in the Liujia Library Pavilion that has stood for thousands of years?If Qing Hechuan really loves Chinese culture and is a person who cherishes it, why would he burn down the library that has lasted for thousands of years?

This Qinghechuan is obviously a destroyer!

Wherever he passed, people were devastated, and he set fire to several ancient cities, burning, killing and looting along the way.Now it is time to go to Jingling, even Jingling will not be able to escape the tragic end.

"Cheng'er, Dad wants you to take this painting and leave Jingling overnight. The city gate can no longer go out, so you take Lian Le to the back mountain, walk through the mountain, and leave Jingling!"

On the one hand are the treasures of the millennium, on the other hand is the coming tragic fate of the people of the city.

Liancheng felt the weight of the balance at this moment.

His throat was sore, "Is there no better way?" This short sentence was uttered very stagnantly.

"Your elder brother and your second uncle took away only the treasures of the family. Yinzhuang, the grain shop... were not taken away. If what Qinghechuan wants is only grain, what if we give up all the property?"

"But I'm afraid it's not enough for him to ask for these..."

"Let my son think about it again." He left the room as if fleeing from the city.

He knew in his heart that what his father said would come true.

"Master, won't this embarrass Cheng'er too much?" Feng helped Mr. Lian lie back on the bed, and looked out the window worriedly.

Even the old man patted the back of her hand to comfort her, "Cheng'er has grown up. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Even if you suffer, you still want to accompany me through this last experience."

When Liancheng walked out of the house, it seemed that the people in the city had also heard the news that the Japanese army was stationed outside the city. The streets were no longer as tidy as they were in the daytime. The stalls were kicked over, the fruits were scattered and trampled to pieces.

It is clear that the war has not yet come, and this old city is as lonely as an old man, no longer prosperous.

When the night wind hit, Liancheng shrank his shoulders, but his heart was colder than his body.

Lian Le persuaded in a low voice behind him: "Second Young Master, go home first."

The sense of unreality in Liancheng's heart was even worse than during the day, he couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream?It hurts to pinch myself, and I called the system, but I didn't respond after I gave the background.

"You go home and pack your things first, and I'll go back after watching it later."

Maybe after a while, the city will disappear.

Lian Le stamped her feet, turned around and ran back, "Then come back quickly, young master!"

Liancheng walked along the wall, feeling the smoothness of the ancient wall in his hands.This wall made of stones will eventually not be able to escape the bombardment of artillery fire.

There were many thoughts in his mind, thinking of the calligraphy he wrote in the afternoon, and thinking of the authentic painting of Wu Daozi at home.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching, which seemed to be a group of soldiers. Liancheng panicked when he heard the sound of guns colliding, and hurried to a dark alley.

The soldier gradually ran away, but before he could calm down, another voice came from outside the alley, as if he was about to walk into the alley.

Liancheng looked around, only a pile of bamboo baskets...

"Tomorrow is our last chance. If we don't... kill... then we will..."

The voice of speaking fluctuated from high to low, Lian Cheng didn't hear clearly.But when he heard the word kill, he was very helpless, so he could only cover his head with a bamboo basket, trying to hide it.

Not long after hiding, the two stopped near him.

"Your first task is not to assassinate Qing Hechuan, but to send this batch of medicinal materials to the front no matter what. The route to the outside world has been blocked by the Japanese. If you fail to assassinate Qing Hechuan tomorrow, it will be even more difficult to get out of the city. Yes, so you must hurry up and contact Goshawk after you leave the city, and your mission will be considered complete."

He didn't even dare to show the atmosphere of the city, he didn't expect to encounter such a thing while taking a walk.

After the middle-aged man gave his orders, a clear male voice sounded: "Okay Uncle Wu, I understand. Then who is going to assassinate Qing Hechuan?"

"You don't need to worry about this, your only task is to escort the medicinal materials."

"But... but in case the assassination fails, what will the people in the city do?"

The speaker seemed hesitant, and asked eagerly, "Will the Japanese massacre the city?"

"The organization will try to avoid this kind of thing from happening. This is not the result we want to see. If we want to evacuate the people in the city, our plan will inevitably be exposed, and everything will come to naught!"

"If only there was a way...that would be great."

"Who is there!"

A gunshot pierced the night sky, the middle-aged man shook his body, and immediately pushed the young man away: "Go!"

After saying that, he rushed to the alley without hesitation.

The young man seemed to be frightened, and stood there stupidly refusing to move.

The middle-aged man pulled out his gun from his arms and squatted halfway at the entrance of the alley to shoot. Liancheng noticed a small spot of blood where he was standing.

Before he had time to think, Liancheng threw away the bamboo basket and ran into the alley holding the young man's hand.

Yu Lingqiu was dragged away for an unknown period of time, and the gunshots behind him gradually died down before he shook off his hands and put his hands on his knees to breathe hard.

"Are you a pig?" Liancheng looked at this stupid young man with disgust.

In the situation just now, he still stood there stupidly and didn't run away.It hurt him to think that the person who planned to assassinate Qing Hechuan was a very powerful person, but this is the result?

Yu Lingqiu raised his head, his clear eyes glowed darkly under the moonlight, he looked at Liancheng for a while, then sobbed softly, "Where's Uncle Wu?"

Liancheng didn't know where he ran to at this moment, he didn't know the route at all.Looking around, there is no one, but no one knows if the partition wall will have ears.

"It's best not to say these things here again." Lian Cheng tugged at his sleeve, "Find a safe place first, do you know where this is?"

Yu Lingqiu wiped away tears and said softly, "I know."

Sitting in the light of the candlelight, Liancheng was holding a cup of tea before he had the thought to continue to question: "You mean you only got in touch with the dead person yesterday?"

Yu Lingqiu sat on a small stool with a dustpan in his hand to pick out herbs, and said softly like a daughter-in-law, "Yes."

Liancheng couldn't help but laugh, "Then you dare to meet with others and plan to assassinate the Japanese?"

"My father was killed by the Japanese."

"When did this happen?"

"The day before yesterday."

"You want to avenge him?"

"Not revenge."

"what is that?"

Facing Liancheng's aggressive questioning, Yu Lingqiu stopped his movements, "My father asked me to contact Uncle Wu and deliver the medicinal materials according to his request."

"Medicine?"

Yu Lingqiu looked at him vigilantly, and asked, "You haven't said who you are and what are you doing there?"

Liancheng lifted the hem of his robe, raised his legs, and looked like the owner here.

"Well, I have the same purpose as you, but I just wanted to avoid the Japanese, but I met two idiots and saved another idiot."

Yu Lingqiu lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you for saving me. Why did you assassinate the Japanese?"

"Of course it's because of me. But I still have a question to ask you. Will Jingling be spared by killing the Japanese chief?"

If one officer is killed, there will be a second officer. Could it be that the first one is cruel and bloodthirsty, and the second one will be peace-loving?

The mountains and rivers are broken, and the wind and rain are precarious.The dawn of victory has not yet come, so should we pin our hopes on the executioner?

Liancheng understood something at this moment.

He stood up and stopped Yu Lingqiu from saying, "Do you still have a way to contact the organization?"

Yu Lingqiu shook his head, his expression darkened.

"Uncle Wu is my upline, I haven't had time yet..."

"Then do you know where to send the medicinal materials?"

"know."

"Knowing this is enough. I haven't introduced myself yet, Liancheng, and I will be your partner for a while." Liancheng stretched out his right hand, with a gentle smile on his face, reassuring.

Yu Lingqiu stretched out his hand obediently, letting him hold it suspiciously.

Liancheng didn't return all night, and Lian's family was in a panic.

Lian Le wiped away her tears, regretting that she left Second Young Master and ran back alone.He even forgot that the second son hadn't come back for seven years, what if he didn't know his way?

There were occasional gunshots in the city last night, did the Second Young Master bump into the Japanese?

Lian Le wandered back and forth at the door, saying non-stop: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

Someone flicked the forehead, "What are you mumbling about so early in the morning, you have become Mrs. Xianglin?" A familiar voice exploded in my ears.

Lian Le took a closer look, who else could it be if it wasn't Lian Cheng?Jumping up and down with joy!

"Second Young Master, where are you going? I'm dying of anxiety! Why don't you tell me..."

Liancheng quickened his pace, "Where are my parents?"

"Master and Madam are also worried about you, really, I want to tell Madam quickly!"

Lian Le ran away without a trace.

Liancheng yawned and pushed the door open, "Father, mother."

Feng Shi looked at him reproachfully, pulled him closer and said, "Let mother see, where have you been all night?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I met a friend. Father, mother, I have decided not to leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Shi was stunned, "Why didn't you leave?"

"Isn't this reluctant to part with you and dad?" Liancheng said with a grin.

Feng Shi ignored his slick tongue, and looked at Master Lian questioningly.

"Madam, you go out first, I will stay with Cheng'er for a while."

Watching Feng Shi leave, the father and son sit far away from each other.

"Tell me, why don't you want to leave again, but what did you encounter last night?"

Liancheng didn't doubt his father's wisdom at all, and told everything that happened last night.

"You mean, you want to make a fake and give the imitation to the Japanese?"

"Yes, use this to delay time, so that a large number of medicinal materials can leave the city."

Yu Lingqiu is the son of the traditional Chinese medicine store in Jingling City. His father had contacted the Communist Army a long time ago, and every month he would spend a lot of money to collect medicinal materials and send them to other places. After two or three years, even Yu Lingqiu didn't find out.

It wasn't until his father was murdered by the spies that he slipped the truth, that Yu Lingqiu found his father's real account book and found out where these medicinal materials had gone.

In order to inherit his father's wish, Yu Lingqiu replaced his father and prepared to send out the last batch of medicinal materials in the city.

Over the years, the price of food and medicine has risen one after another. Every time the Japanese go to a place, they must control the local food and medicine.

And this batch of medicinal materials is the most promising batch for frontline operations.

"My son has read the account book, and what Yu Lingqiu said is true. This time he has more than a thousand catties of medicinal materials to be transported outside the city. The road to the outside of the city has been blocked by the Japanese, so we can only find someone to transport them out in batches from the mountains. "

"My plan is to mix Wu Daozi's original work with the medicinal materials, and my son's task is to stay and play with that Qinghe Chuanxu to delay time."

When he said these words, his expression was cold and his eyes were very calm.Although his face was still young, even the old man could clearly see the maturity and firmness that did not match his age.