Film and TV: People in Joy of Life become stronger by reading

Chapter 23 The house is full of spring colors, and outside the house is full of murderous intent!

Led by the madam, the two came to the door of a room where Li Chengping lived.

"Sir, please come in. Miss Lili is waiting for you inside." The madam said with a smile.

Li Chengping didn't say much, he just opened the door and walked in.

Now that you are here, why not take a look at what this famous courtesan in Kyoto looks like and what charm she has that makes everyone obsessed with her?
The moment I entered the room, the door was gently closed by someone outside.

Li Chengping didn't care and walked into the house to look around.

The decoration inside the house is very elegant, and there is a faint fragrance in the air. The smell is not pungent, but rather pleasant.

At this time, the curtain on the bed was lifted.

Si Lili was wearing a black dress embroidered with hollow patterns, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and a faint smile hung on the corners of her mouth.

"I pay my respects to His Majesty King Wen." Si Lili stepped forward and knelt on the ground.

Standing at Li Chengping's angle, looking down from above, he can clearly see the scenery hidden behind the collar.

Si Lili seemed to notice Li Chengping's gaze and her cheeks turned slightly red, but she did not avoid it.

"Get up, the ground is quite cold."

After saying this, Li Chengping found a seat to sit down and looked Si Lili over.

"Do you know me?" Li Chengping asked.

"Your Highness has become famous throughout the Qing Kingdom with just three poems. I have admired you for a long time. Your literary talent is like the bright moon in the sky. Your talent cannot be concealed anywhere."

Si Lili looked adoring.

She had just read the poems of the great Confucian scholar Zhuang Mohan from the State of Qi, but compared with these poems by Li Chengping, there was still a big difference.

"I am just drawing on the wisdom of my predecessors. I cannot claim to be talented." Li Chengping smiled faintly.

Si Lili pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Li Chengping with a little more appreciation and love in her eyes.

Anyone would be attracted by such a humble and polite young scholar.

"Miss Lili, if what I guessed is correct, it was you who ordered the Zuixianju Poetry Competition to be held."

Li Chengping said slowly.

"Your Highness really has a keen eye. Nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

"I still admire you, but unfortunately I have no chance to meet you, so I have to resort to this measure."

Si Lili said softly.

"Is that so? But the gift from the girl this time is quite big. It is a classic book. This kind of thing is priceless in the outside world."

"Miss, you have such a wealthy family, why do you have to stay here?" Li Chengping continued to ask.

Heirloom works will be treated as treasures no matter which family they belong to.

How could Si Lili, a weak woman, come up with such a thing? She must be backed by the State of Qi.

The Northern Qi Dynasty had a rich cultural heritage, and a mere book handed down from generation to generation was nothing to them.

"Your Highness, everyone has their own unspeakable difficulties. I have no choice but to come here. I beg Your Highness to forgive me!"

Si Lili's eyes darkened and she picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine.

After drinking three glasses of wine in a row, a slight blush appeared on Si Lili's fair cheeks.

"Stop drinking."

Li Chengping stepped forward to stop Si Lili. Judging from the situation, if he didn't take action, the other party would probably finish the whole pot of wine.

Si Lili was already showing a slight hint of drunkenness. She grabbed Li Chengping's hand, tilted her body, and fell into his arms.

How could Li Chengping, a hot-blooded young man, bear to have a beautiful woman in his arms?

What’s even worse is that Si Lili’s little hands were still touching him all over.

After repeated teasing, Li Chengping could no longer sit still. He picked up Si Lili by the waist and walked directly to the bed.

The red waves rolled and the candlelight flickered.

As a delicate cry was heard in the room, the moonlight in the sky seemed to be covered with a hint of shyness and hid in the clouds.

now.

Outside Zuixianju.

Wei Zhuang was sitting on the roof, with the shark-tooth sword on his legs, meditating with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he noticed something, opened his eyes abruptly, and stared straight at the river.

Under the cover of night, a boat was approaching the flower boat rapidly.

Behind them were all government detectives. There were two figures standing at the bow, one of whom Wei Zhuang happened to know.

It’s Guo Baokun!
At this time, the boat had already pulled alongside. Guo Baokun was the first to go ashore, and with a group of government officials behind him, he rushed towards Zuixianju with great momentum.

The madam got the news and rushed to the scene.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Guo? You came in with so many friends. Girls, hurry up and take care of the guests!"

Guo Baokun was angry and pushed the madam away.

"Get lost! I'm here to investigate a case today. I don't have time to chat with you!"

The madam knew Guo Baokun's background. She suppressed her anger and took out a stack of banknotes from her bosom and handed them over.

"Mr. Guo, our Zuixianju is a normal place. There are no prisoners here. Please be flexible. This money is for tea for the officials."

Guo Baokun refused to buy it and threw the banknote in his hand directly in the madam's face.

"Bullshit! I think you are clearly trying to protect the criminal. Come, arrest her and take her back for interrogation!"

"Mr. Guo, we are old acquaintances..."

The madam thought Guo Baokun was joking, but when she saw two constables approaching aggressively, she realized it was serious!
Just as the madam was about to be caught, suddenly, a red sword light fell.

The two detectives screamed and had bloody wounds on their wrists.

"I'm the one you're looking for, don't embarrass others!"

A cold voice sounded, and Wei Zhuang appeared in front of everyone holding a shark-tooth sword.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, and his black and gold wide-sleeved robe moved without wind. An invisible aura of solemnity filled the scene.

"Captain Zhao, this guy just killed six servants of my Guo Mansion. Capture him and torture him severely!"

Guo Baokun gritted his teeth.

Captain Zhao walked forward and looked at his two injured men, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"You are so bold that you dare to injure government officials. I now suspect that you are a spy from Northern Qi. Come, arrest him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many constables rushed forward and surrounded the man.

There was no fear in Wei Zhuang's eyes. He stared at Captain Zhao with a growing murderous intent in his eyes.

"As an official, you are indiscriminate and aid the tyrant in his evil deeds. You deserve to be killed!"

A bone-chilling chill filled the scene, and Captain Zhao only felt a pain in his neck.

He reached out and touched it, then subconsciously looked down.

The glaring blood came into view, and then his consciousness was swallowed by darkness.

"Dead, dead!"

I don’t know which onlooker screamed, and the people around him came to their senses.

Looking at Captain Zhao lying in a pool of blood, the madam was completely terrified.

She didn't expect that the white-haired swordsman in front of her was so crazy. He killed the Kyoto prefect's constable with just one sword. Was he trying to kill himself?

"How dare you kill the head of the police? He must be a spy from Northern Qi. Let's go together and capture him!"

Guo Baokun shouted loudly.

The detectives drew their weapons and rushed forward, but unfortunately these people were no match for Wei Zhuang.

The sword flashed, and the detectives fell to the ground before they could see what was happening.

Blood flowed from the neck and the smell of blood filled the entire scene.

Seeing the position getting closer and closer, Guo Baokun was so scared that his legs went weak.

"You, you can't kill me. I am the prince's disciple, and my father is the Minister of Rites. If you kill me, no one can save you!"

Guo Baokun said tremblingly.

Wei Zhuang paused and looked at Guo Baokun who was slumped on the ground, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

The sword fell, and screams rang out!

(End of this chapter)