Old Nine Gates and Jun Changsheng

A group of people walked forward, Zhang Qishan came to the whistle coffin, took off his gloves, without saying a word, directly stretched into the coffin.It was too fast for everyone to stop.

"Squeak." Song Xijun heard the sound of a mechanism turning, not only did not let go of his heart, but became more worried.

"Open the coffin!" Zhang Qishan withdrew his hand and ordered.This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

The coffin lid was opened, Zhang Qishan picked up the severed arm of the soldier just now, and handed it to Adjutant Zhang: "Take it and connect it to the soldier just now."

"Yes." Adjutant Zhang went down with the broken arm.Song Xijun looked into the coffin: the owner of the coffin was facing down like the corpse on the train, which was very strange. Looking carefully, the owner of the coffin seemed to be wearing something on his hands.Just as she was about to reach out to pick it up, Zhang Qishan stopped her: "Don't move..."

"That's right, Xijun, there might be danger." Qi Tiezui stood beside Song Xijun, holding the sleeve of the hand Song Xijun was about to extend just now.

"Baye Qi, it's working time now, if you want to call me, call Commissioner Song." Song Xijun said coldly.

"That's what I like to call you." Qi Tiezui said with a grin, "Didn't you call me that before?"

"Don't Baye Qi know the saying 'Schools should be treated differently for three days'?" While speaking, Zhang Qishan had already taken out the thing held by the owner of the coffin, which was a ring.

Xijun, how did you become like this?Qi Tiezui looked at Song Xijun with complicated expressions in his eyes.

Let's talk about this ring, if it was five years ago, Song Xijun would only think that it was an ordinary ring that was not very beautiful.From Song Xijun's point of view, it is not so simple, this ring may be the key.As for what is the key, it is not known.

"Looking at the ring, it should be from the Northern and Southern Dynasties." Qi Tiezui looked at the ring and said.

"That's right." Zhang Qishan affirmed.

"Oh, this is the fight that the Second Master's family is most familiar with!" Qi Tiezui said happily, "Let's ask Second Master, maybe he will know."

Zhang Qishan put away the ring, Song Xijun felt bored and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Song, our Buddha invites you." As soon as Song Xijun stepped out of the threshold, Adjutant Zhang followed up.Song Xijun turned around and stared at Adjutant Zhang closely.Adjutant Zhang felt as if he was being slowly wrapped and tightened by Song Xijun's cold gaze, which made it difficult for him to breathe.He looked at the face in front of him as it was five years ago, but felt that there was another person living in this body.

"Where is it?" Song Xijun withdrew his gaze with a calm expression.

"God Buddha invites you to go to the Liyuan together." Zhang Qishan replied.Song Xijun had no expression on his face, but his hands hidden under the cloak were tightly clenched.

Finally, do we still have to meet?

Ha ha……

Song Xijun let go of his hand suddenly and stepped into the car.

"I remember that you used to like listening to operas." Zhang Qishan said while looking ahead.

"I don't like it now..." Song Xijun's expression remained calm, "No, I never liked it." Zhang Qishan stopped talking, and the car fell silent for a while, Song Xijun enjoyed this moment of peace.

In the backstage of the Liyuan, the man's hands are well-articulated, slender and fair, and he is applying makeup to himself with makeup powder.He carefully traced his eyebrows, lowered them gently, and looked at himself in the mirror in a daze.

"Xijun..." Er Yuehong spoke suddenly, and it was only after she had finished speaking that she suddenly realized that the Xijun she was thinking of was no longer here.

Xijun, where have you been?

Did you go out to play?

Go home quickly after playing enough, don't run around anymore.

Er Yuehong put on her costume and went on stage amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

Song Xijun followed Zhang Qishan into the Liyuan, and the play had already begun.Song Xijun knew this play was called "Farewell My Concubine", and used to listen to him sing it often.She was telling the truth, she never liked to listen to opera, she pretended to listen to it, but it was because he sang it.Now, she doesn't even have a reason to love to listen to dramas, hehe...

"Stop, stop, it's fucking unlucky for Yiyi to sing!" Not long after sitting down, someone started making trouble, and a fat middle-aged man who looked like he was still strong shouted, "You Changsha is the best!" Isn’t Huagu Opera famous, show me a part!”

The stage stopped, and everyone looked at the middle-aged man.

Song Xijun took a sip of tea without moving, put it down, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes.Upon seeing this, Zhang Qishan asked, "Why did you close your eyes?"

"I don't want everything I see to be stained with dust." Song Xijun replied lightly.She heard Zhang Qishan's suppressed low laughter and ignored it.

Zhang Qishan made a look at Adjutant Zhang, and Adjutant Zhang took out a pistol and pressed it against the man's temple.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you because you're wearing a green military uniform!" The man was still very arrogant.Adjutant Zhang pressed even tighter and shouted loudly: "Get lost!"

"Foye is here, and now I can eat the good fruit of that person. Who doesn't know that Foye and Er Yuehong are close friends."

"That's right, if he dares to smash Er Yuehong's place, he must be tired of work!"

……

Similar voices of discussion slowly entered the ears, Song Xijun moved his eyelids, but did not open them.

As if he was afraid of the gun in Adjutant Zhang's hand, the middle-aged man really slipped away.Slipping to the door, seemingly unwilling and exasperated, the man shoots a needle from his sleeve.

The sound of the needle piercing the air was very small, and Song Xijun's thoughts were not here at all, so naturally he didn't hear it.It wasn't until the needle was about to approach her that she realized that it was too late to hide.

Besides, this needle was not aimed at her.Why is she hiding?Song Xijun sat upright peacefully, expressionless.

Zhang Qishan flicked the ring that he had been playing with in his hand, the ring spun in the air, blocking the needle, and the needle fell into the tea bowl in front of Zhang Qishan with a "da".

The tea immediately changed color.

poison.Song Xijun looked at the tea, frowned slightly, and his expression returned to normal.

"Buddha, I'm sorry..." Adjutant Zhang said guiltily.If he had been more vigilant just now...

"No problem." Zhang Qishan picked up another teacup and took a sip, then winked at Er Yuehong.Er Yuehong looked back at Song Xijun, and nodded knowingly.The play on the stage began to sing again.

"Buddha, that cup is mine..." Song Xijun couldn't help reminding.Zhang Qishan paused, his face blushed slightly, and he put down his teacup in embarrassment.

"I don't want it anymore, you can drink it." After Song Xijun said, he watched the performance on the stage seriously.

"Mr. Song didn't say he doesn't like watching theater, why are you so serious?" Adjutant Zhang asked Song Xijun's serious look.

"This is called respect." Song Xijun said lightly, "Respect for other people's labor."