Yuanshin: Conquer Ayaka's stomach at the beginning

"Let's wait for two days to see the situation." Jiang Mu sighed.

"I hope they really have a solution." Kanli Linghua was also quite sentimental.

"My favorite thing to do is to meddle in other people's business. If they can't help it, I will make them pay the price they deserve." Jiang Mu said coldly.

Bai Shu has no clue about the disease, I would like to see what you can do.

Speaking of seeing Zhongli at the banquet yesterday, I don't believe that he would be ignorant of these things because of his cunning.

If you dare to violate the contract in the country of the contract, your fate will definitely be miserable.

"Huh? Why can't I understand what you are talking about?" The only confused person in the audience was confused.

……

Feiyunpo.

Zhong Li, who was wearing a straight long coat, walked down the stairs slowly, he had already got the information he wanted.

Because he walks around Liyue Port every day, he knows everyone in this city, whether it is the Qianyan soldiers defending the city outside the city, the last worker in the ship repair yard, or the little boy who eats Huyan and calls himself a hero.

Morax, who has lived for more than 6000 years, does not know how to save the old man, but he has always been a humble god. He is very clear that even if he is as knowledgeable as he is, he still has things he doesn't know. Therefore, if he can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't.

He is not short of patience for a few days. If the contract is reached, then everyone will get what they need, and everything will be safe.

But if someone breaks the contract, then [the contract is completed, and those who break the promise shall be punished by eating rocks].

……

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

Early this morning, Jiang Mu and Shenli Linghua decided to go to that deep alley to see the situation.

Leaning against the wall and listening to the movement in the house, the two can confirm from the conversation between Baishi and Baiyu that their mother's condition is still bad.

The two decided to wait a little longer.

……

Another five days have passed, today and tomorrow is the Moon Festival, and the Liyue Poetry Contest will be held at Yujing Terrace tonight.

Everywhere in Liyue Port is filled with a festive atmosphere, except for a very small number of people, everyone is celebrating this annual reunion festival.

In the afternoon, Jiang Mu and Shenli Linghua were planning to go to the Shiraishi family's house for the fifth time, but they heard some bad news halfway through.

Or terrible.

At the food stall on the side of Wanmin Hall, two women were gossiping.

The content is very simple.

Lin Yue, that is, the bride, committed suicide by jumping off a building in Feiyunpo this morning.

Jiang Mu rubbed his temples, and the expression on the face of Kamisato Linghua who was beside him was a little bewildered.

Well, I should have understood earlier that this is reality, not a game, where classes really exist and tragedies often happen.

Even though Liyue has the Emperor Rock and the Seven Stars of Liyue, but Liyue Port is so big and there are so many people, there will always be some things that they can't handle, just like the sun can't illuminate all the shadows.

But that's okay, although I just sympathize with them.

Because I don't play by the rules, there are always people who have to pay the price.

……

Zhongli was listening to Tian Tiezui's story, and he also heard about the lady's suicide. Thousands of years of experience had made his heart far harder than a rock, so he didn't feel the slightest bit of sadness about it.

This kind of matter is not suitable for Emperor Yan to come forward to deal with it, but he knows that the people he is waiting for have come.

How can someone who can defeat Thor and get the blessing of Fengshen be an ordinary person?

"Mr. Zhongli." Jiang Mu sat down opposite Zhongli.

"Hello." Zhong Li nodded slightly.

"I'm in Jiang Mu, I want to ask Mr. a few questions." Jiang Mu smiled slightly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard the rumors about you and Dao's wife in Mond. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." Zhongli was very polite, even though both parties knew each other knew their identities.

"How do you determine the degree of punishment for eating rocks?" Jiang Mu went straight to the point.

"..." Zhong Li looked at Jiang Mu and was silent for a moment.

"Just follow your heart."

Jiang Mu smiled, was it so obvious that he saw it?Should it be you?

"Will Mr. Zhongli go to tonight's poetry meeting?" He asked again.

"The poetry meeting at the Moon Festival is very good, I have no reason not to go." Zhong Li replied.

"Then I'm relieved, goodbye!"

……

Jiang Mu has always been a rational person, so he specially inquired a lot about Yan Kai in Feiyunpo.

Although most people dare not speak out due to the majesty of their father, there are always two bold ones who either hint or say something that the residents avoid talking about.

Yan Kai, whose father is Yan Hao.

Yinyuan Office is in charge of the salt industry and is one of the eight major administrative departments of Liyue. Yan Hao holds an important position in it, and his status in Liyue is very high, second only to Qixing.

Yan Hao had a son when he was old, and he doted on this only son, which caused Yan Kai to do his best in Liyue every day and hurt many people.

Jiang Mu has no direct evidence, but according to a bold resident, Yan Kai really killed someone, but his father spent money and asked for a relationship, and found a scapegoat, and Yan Kai didn't stay in prison for long. was released.

Because Yan Kai's personal style is very bad, no one would like such a person.

When Yan Kai was having fun at Huyan, he accidentally saw the lively and beautiful Lin Yue. Immediately, seeing the beauty, he sent someone to inquire about Lin Yue's life experience.

Both Lin Yue's parents died of illness five or six years ago. She has some relatives in Liyue Port, but the relationship is not very good. However, Lin Yue's parents and Bai Shi's parents are old friends, so Lin Yue and Bai Shi grew up together. Shiraishi's parents are equivalent to her parents.

The following story is very simple. When Baishi went to sea, Yan Kai approached Lin Yue, claiming to have a way to cure Baishi Baiyu's mother, on condition that Lin Yue marry him, and Lin Yue agreed.

No wonder she threw the hydrangea so far on the day of the wedding. Her original thought was probably to let the hydrangea fall to the ground, because she knew who Yan Kai was and who the guests of Yan Kai's family were.

Chapter 79

It is basically impossible for humans to treat diseases that Baishu can't cure. There is no doubt that Lin Yue was deceived.

Maybe it was because she was threatened by Yan Kai, maybe it was because she couldn't bear the humiliation, or maybe she knew it was the last resort, so she chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building in Feiyunpo during the daytime, in an attempt to attract Qixing by this way Pay attention?

It's really sad, Qixing is so busy with the monthly festival, I'm afraid it's hard to understand everything that happened here at the first time, and when the news reaches Qixing's ears, Yan Kai's good father may have already done a complete job Get ready, get rid of all the guilt, right?

After all, only Lin Yue and Yan Kai knew about the contract.

……

The full moon is extremely bright tonight, and even the evening wind blowing is the most comfortable temperature.

The Yujing Terrace was crowded with people, and everyone surrounded it tightly.

It's already autumn, although there are still a few chrysanthemums blooming at the end of the corner of Yujing Terrace, but it is inevitable to look depressed.

Fortunately, the bright lights of Liyue are as bright as flowers. With the help of the gorgeous lights and the noise of people, there is no loneliness in autumn on Yujing Terrace.

There are more than 20 contestants in total. I don't know if they have real materials, or they just want to get acquainted with the big shots here.

"Welcome everyone to the Liyue Poetry Club of this month-by-month festival. I am Yan Fei who was invited by the organizing committee to be the notary and host of this year's competition." The pink-haired Yan Fei looked at the crowded crowd and said .

"This year's Liyue Poetry Fair is hosted by Liyue Seven Stars and organized by multiple units. Everyone can participate."

"The poetry meeting will officially start later, and it will be held in front of everyone. Let me introduce the judges of the poetry meeting first."

"They are Miss Yuheng Keqing, Miss Tianquan Ningguang, and Senior Scholar Uncle Tian!"

"After the poetry meeting begins, the three of them will select the best five poems and make them public, and then select one hundred poems from the audience to vote."

"Each judge has ten votes in the final stage, and the selected audience is one vote per person, which means a total of 130 votes. The one with the highest number of votes will be the best work of today's poetry festival."

"Next, all contestants are invited to take their seats!" After Yan Fei explained the rules of the poetry club, she let the contestants enter.

More than 20 contestants sat down in the middle seats, and prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table.

Hmm... the master of a certain life hall is also among them... You said she won't sell the coffin to Qixing later, right?

But there are two extra seats vacant here, maybe some players got cold feet?

"Since the contestants are already in place, please invite the judge, Ms. Ke Qing, to announce the theme of this year's poetry competition." Yan Fei turned around and looked at Ke Qing who was sitting on the judges' seat.

Ke Qing stood up and said: "Thank you for coming to this year's Liyue Poetry Festival. I am Keqing, Yuheng from the Seven Stars of Liyue."

"On behalf of the organizer, the key words proposed for this year's poetry meeting are: wind and flowers."

"Then, I look forward to your performance." Ke Qing sat down again.

The more than 20 contestants either had sad faces, or were calm and composed, or were like a hall master, who wrote without thinking, with a well-thought-out plan.

Yan Kai is also among them, he is very anxious now.

Ever since the theme of this year's Liyue was decided, his good father asked someone to help him write poems one after another. There were all kinds of things like homesickness for wanderers during the moon festival, just to help him stand out in the poetry festival. Enter the field of vision of Seven Stars.

He had memorized no less than twenty poems, and it was not that there were no flowers or autumn wind in them, but none of them was about wind and flowers, which made him very worried.

"Ahem, cough, what, everyone, let me excuse you." An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the night.

Jiang Mu, who was wearing black plain clothes, walked through the crowd and walked to the center of the competition field.

Shenli Linghua, Ying, Paimeng, and Zhongli were all among the crowd, ready to watch his performance.

The three judges looked at this guy with great interest, and among them, Ke Qing recognized this guy—the guy who discovered Wuwangpo's secret realm last time.

"May I ask who is Yan Kai, the son of Yan Hao from Yinyuan Hall?" Jiang Mu asked politely.

"It's me, do you have something to do?" Yan Kai replied arrogantly, secretly delighted in his heart, is this here to give himself a poem?

"It's you! It's easy for me to find." Jiang Mu was grinning, one second he was still there, the next second he had already flashed in front of Yan Kai, and no more than ten people in the audience saw his movements clearly.

"You're the only one named Yan Kai, right?" Jiang Mu sneered, and Wuqie was already on Yan Kai's neck.

"Presumptuous! Who are you to dare to commit murder here." Ning Guang in the judges' seat slapped the table and stood up.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." Jiang Mu's tone was not at all embarrassed.

"My name is Jiang Mu, the river of Jiangshui, the twilight of twilight."

"Jiang Mu?" Ning Guang whispered, remembering all the rumors from Dao's Wife Mengde.

"Don't think about it, it's what you think." Jiang Mu retracted Wuqie, because he found that there were children among the crowd.

It is everyone's responsibility to love the flowers of the motherland.

"What's your purpose for coming here?" Ning Guang saw Jiang Mu put away the knife, and his tone was a little gentler.

"Tsk, it's not easy to talk about it, it's easy to scare the children." Jiang Mu scratched his head, and continued: "Well, I swear in the name of the rock king Morax."

"What I'm going to do next is absolutely moral, and the Emperor Yanwang must agree to it when he comes."

"So I want to take this Yan Kai away now, who is for and who is against?"

Now even Ningguang didn't speak anymore. The Liyue people's belief in Morax was as solid as a rock. In this world under the watchful eyes of the gods, this kind of oath made in the name of the gods could not be false.

"Very good, then everyone, continue with the poetry meeting. I'll take Yan Kai away first." Jiang Mu looked around and found no objection, and grabbed Yan Kai's collar in satisfaction - he was just held by Jiang Mu's neck with a knife Already paralyzed with fright.

"Wait a minute." Just as Jiang Mu was about to move, a voice sounded from the crowd.

Zhong Li walked out from the crowd.

"What advice do you have, sir?" Jiang Mu couldn't figure out what Zhongli was going to do by standing up at this time.

"Yan Kai was originally a contestant in the poetry competition. It's fine for you to take him away, but before you leave, how about leaving a poem in his place?" Zhong Li's tone couldn't hear any emotion, but his eyes were deep. Hidden expectations.

"Sir, what you said is very true, then I'll make a fool of myself." Jiang Mu smiled, let go of his hand and sat down in Yan Kai's place, and wrote with a brush, then put down the pen after 2 minutes, and dragged Yan Kai away.

The crowd automatically cleared the way for him.

After Jiang Mu left, Yan Fei stepped forward and picked up the rice paper, and showed it to Zhongli, the onlookers, and the three judges.

All I saw were 31 characters written in flamboyant characters on the paper:

title chrysanthemum

The rustling westerly wind is full of plants in the courtyard, and the cold and fragrant flowers are hard to come by.

If I were the Qing emperor in his year, I would bloom together with peach blossoms.