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"Save me? Why did you save me? What's your purpose?" Guo Zhen was not happy with this answer. Instead, he looked puzzled and even a little suspicious.

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." Zhang Jin smiled slightly.

Why save Guo Zhen? Of course it is because he wants to bring Shen Lian forward in the main plot, so that the other party will not fall into this conspiracy, both to find out the truth and to hunt down.

If it were not forced by the situation, he believed that Shen Lian would not be stupid enough to get involved on his own initiative, as the other party knew very well the principle of protecting oneself wisely.

In the movie, when Shen Lian and Ling Yunkai were ordered to kill Beizhai, Shen Lian's psychology changed several times.

The first change was when he received a mission in the Yamen. He was curious about Beizhai's identity, so he followed him, but he didn't want to save him.

The second change was when I met the other person at Hokusai's residence and found out that it was the girl I borrowed the umbrella from that day. I couldn't bear it, but I still didn't want to save her.

The third change was that when he saw Ling Yunkai trying to insult Beizhai, he couldn't bear to express his disdain, so he stepped forward to stop Ling Yunkai, hoping that Beizhai would die more happily.

The fourth change was that Ling Yunkai became dissatisfied after being blocked by him and wanted to slander him on the Book of Impermanence. He was afraid that the other party's conspiracy would succeed, so he took action to fight for it and wanted to destroy the Book of Impermanence.

The fifth change was that he subdued Ling Yun Kai, but the opponent moved out Wei Zhongxian, and he escaped after a moment of hesitation. Facing the violent Ling Yun Kai, he killed someone by mistake in a moment of desperation.

Shen Lian saved Hokusai because of some mistake, rather than intending to wade into this muddy water from the beginning. After so many years in Jinyiwei, he had long known that the only way to save his life was to act according to orders and not create extraneous matters.

Shen Lian is not a knight-errant who is anxious for justice, but just an ordinary person who hangs out among the royal guards and just wants to live a stable life, living a difficult life in the late Ming Dynasty.

"Want to build a seven-level pagoda?" Guo Zhen sneered disdainfully, "Since you don't want to say it, I won't force it. I'll pretend I've never seen you before and take my leave today!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhang Jin shouted at his back: "Eunuch Guo must think carefully when he goes back. Don't get lucky with life-threatening matters!"

Guo Zhen turned around and glared at him, then glanced at the subordinate eunuch who was approaching, and said viciously: "If anyone chews his tongue when you go back, just find a hole to bury yourself!"

Several eunuchs quickly lowered their heads and remained silent!

Zhang Jin watched Guo Zhen leave, and he also left the Beihai Imperial Garden. He didn't have to guess what the other party would choose, and no one would waste his life in vain.

After meeting with Guo Zhen in the afternoon, Zhang Jin went back to the Yamen to escort off work, and invited his subordinates to have a sumptuous dinner together. He drank a lot of wine during the dinner and got all the people drunk before going home. .

After returning home, Zhang Jin put away his pretense of drunkenness, boiled water and took a bath to remove all the alcohol odor from his body, then put on a black outfit and rushed to the treasury.

The willow branches above the moon are dotted with sparse stars.

In the Jinyiwei Case Library, a group of patrolling guards just passed by when a black shadow flew in silently from outside the wall.

Zhang Jin gently landed on the wall and looked around at the scene. Due to time constraints, he did not conduct a detailed investigation of the case library, but relying on his own ability, he still found the case library without much effort. warehouse.

He came to the warehouse door, used the tools he prepared and used his lockpicking proficiency to pry open the door. He followed the location of the movie plot in his memory to the desk shelf at the back on the left, and found the "Minutes of the Supervision of the Construction of Treasure Ships" 》.

“It’s really easy to get everything.”

Zhang Jin flipped through it casually, and sure enough he saw the recorded evidence, then he put away the "Minutes of Supervision of the Construction of Treasure Ships" and turned around to leave the warehouse.

This time he came and went smoothly, and he was not unlucky like Shen Lian to run into Boss Zheng. Even if he ran into the other party, he could solve it without much effort.

After returning home from the archives, Zhang Jin stuffed the "Minutes of the Supervision of the Construction of Treasure Ships" under his pillow. He did not intend to hide it. After all, it would be safer to hide it anywhere than by his side.

The next day, Zhang Jin went to the Jinyiwei Qianhu Station to patrol the streets as usual in the morning. In the afternoon, he changed his clothes and went to the pavilion at the back of Yong'an Temple to fulfill his appointment with Miaoxuan.

The time they agreed on was at the beginning of Weimo and Shenchu, which was around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Jin came to the pavilion on the mountain behind Yong'an Temple, dressed in white as usual. The weather today was cloudy and windy, with little sunshine, so resting under the pavilion in the forest in the mountains felt quite cool.

With nothing to do, he sat in the pavilion and entertained himself by playing the flute while waiting for Miao Xuan to arrive.

In a courtyard in the capital, Miao Xuan was packing up painting tools in the house. After packing all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones, he was about to go out when he heard the door being pushed open and a heroic figure walked in.

"Master Ding?" Miao Xuan looked at the visitor with some surprise.

Ding Baiying's eyes shifted from her face to the baggage in her hand: "Where is Miss Beizhai going?"

Miao Xuan explained: "I was going to the pavilion on the back hill of Yong'an Temple, and I made an appointment with a friend to make a painting for him there."

"Oh." Ding Baiying nodded.

"Does Master Ding come to see me for something?" Miao Xuan asked.

Ding Baiying said: "Ming Gong asked you to send a letter to Guo Zhen in the name of Beizhai, inviting him to a banquet at Jinling Tower in Mingshifang tonight."

"Tonight? Tonight is the Ghost Festival!" Miao Xuan said in surprise.

"Yes, it's tonight during the Ghost Festival." Ding Baiying didn't explain anything, but emphasized it again.

Miao Xuan was quite smart after all, and knew better than to ask questions, so he nodded: "I understand, I will do it."

"That's good." After Ding Baiying said that, she turned around and left. But when she stepped out of the threshold, she paused for a moment, tilted her head and hesitated, and finally left without saying anything.

Miao Xuan stood there with the bundle in hand and thought for a while, then shook his head and went out.

Half an hour later, Miao Xuan, who had arrived late, carried his luggage and arrived at the mountain behind Yong'an Temple. Before he got close to the pavilion, he heard a melodious flute sound in the distance.

She walked closer and closer, and through the gaps in the bamboo forest and flowers, she could vaguely see a figure in white sitting sideways in the pavilion, holding a flute, just like she had first seen him two or three days ago.

Play the song once.

"It sounds good! It's another piece of music I've never heard before. It's gentle and touching, as if two people in love are talking to each other. What's its name?" Miao Xuan asked, holding the baggage and standing outside the pavilion.

"Beautiful myth." Zhang Jin smiled.

"What a beautiful myth? What kind of story is it? Can you tell me about it?" Miao Xuan asked with great interest.

"It's a love story about a general of the Qin Dynasty and a foreign princess. If you want to hear it, I'll tell it to you later while you're painting," Zhang Jin said.

Miao Xuan placed the bundle on the wooden table in the pavilion and smiled happily: "Okay, I like listening to stories the most."

As she spoke, she quickly unpacked the bag, took out all the pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and paints inside, placed them one by one on the table, and then began to grind the seasonings.

It took a stick of incense to get everything ready. Miao Xuan chose an angle for Zhang Jin to sit down against the pillars of the pavilion, and began to observe and conceive the layout of the painting.

Normally she rarely draws this type of painting, but because the song touched her heart, she couldn't help but want to paint it as a souvenir.

Zhang Jin did not rush, sometimes looking at Miaoxuan, sometimes looking at the clear water of the river outside the pavilion, the green mountains and green water, the beautiful people in the pavilion, and the fresh air. It was so pleasant!

After Miao Xuan conceived the layout, he started to draw, and at the same time said: "I have a small request, please, Brother Zhang, can you play the piece of music from that day again?"

"No problem." Zhang Jin said with a smile. After saying that, he raised the flute in his hand and started playing the song "Love Is As Light as You".

Listening to the melodious flute music, Miao Xuan quickly entered the state of painting. He dipped his pen in ink and placed the tip of the pen on the paper to gently outline the outline of the entire painting.

A piece of music was played quickly. Zhang Jin glanced at Miao Xuan, who was concentrating on painting, turned the flute in his hand a few times, and started playing as he was doing.

He hadn't had all the fun before. To be honest, it was rare in the real world to have a place where he could play flute music casually. Even if it was out of tune, no one would hear it, and no matter how loud it was, no one would complain.

Zhang Jin plans to take this opportunity to have a good time. Anyway, he has nothing to do now. He just likes the original scenery of his hometown, Dawn of Heroes, Thousand Years of Elegance, etc. He might as well play the pure music that he loved when he was learning the flute.

Played it once.

Naturally, there are many flaws after not practicing for a long time, but anyway, the only audience can't tell whether it is out of tune or not. This makes Zhang Jin become more relaxed and comfortable after playing, and his fingering and breath control are more proficient, and the music he plays is more beautiful!

After blowing, his mouth became a little dry, and when he was about to stop for a drink of water, Zhang Jin discovered that Miao Xuan, who was painting beside him, seemed to be fascinated by what he was doing. A brush was hanging on the painting, and a few ink stains were dripping on the paper.

She seemed unaware.

"Ahem! Miss Hokusai? You've come to your senses!" Zhang Jin coughed lightly, raised the flute and waved it in front of her eyes.

"Ah? It's over!" Miao Xuan suddenly came back to his senses, and his originally scattered eyes suddenly focused on him, containing a bit of surprise, "These songs have never been heard before, and you composed them yourself?"

"It doesn't matter who wrote it. You can't know Miss Hokusai anyway." Zhang Jin smiled.

Miao Xuan felt a little disappointed and said regretfully: "It seems that he is an expert from outside the world. It is a pity that we can't meet him. In such a world, it is a good thing to live in seclusion in the mountains and fall in love with the mountains and rivers. It will save him from being persecuted by the eunuchs."

She suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Jin nervously.

Zhang Jin changed the subject and said, "Have you finished your painting?"

"It's still a little short of it. It's basically finished. I was distracted just now and the ink stains ruined the picture. Forget it, I'll make a new painting when I get back." Miao Xuan looked down at his painting and took a sip.

Lip, seemed to be both angry and helpless about his distraction.

The two rested for a while, drank tea and chatted.

Zhang Jin told Miao Xuan the mythical story of Meng Yi and Yu Shu, but changed the modern background of the story to the Song Dynasty.

After listening to the story, Miao Xuan was very emotional and had red eyes and wanted to cry. He took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that there is such a touching unofficial history story. I really envy General Meng Yi and Princess Yu Shu, even if they are

Even though thousands of years have passed, their love for each other has not faded!"

"It's not considered unofficial history, it's probably just a story."

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or false, whether it's an unofficial history or a story. What's important is the emotion expressed in the story. Nothing can compare to emotion and reality." Miao Xuan shook his head.

After the rest, Miao Xuan continued to perfect the painting. Except for the ink stains, she painted other parts of the painting with pen and ink. An ink painting of a landscape, pavilion, white clothes and a flute appeared on the paper bit by bit.

Zhang Jin stepped forward to take a closer look and found that the composition was indeed beautiful. The ink landscape painting had a profound artistic conception. Although the little man representing himself in the painting only had a sideways appearance, combined with the scenery, it gave people the impression of being the most handsome man in the world.

Feel!

"Brother Zhang, what do you think of my painting?" Miao Xuan asked as he put down his pen.

Zhang Jin expressed his praise, but also pointed out the shortcomings: "Good, very good! But only the profile and profile are not enough to reflect one-tenth of the beauty of a beautiful man like me."

"..." Miao Xuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then lowered his eyebrows and tilted his head, pursed his lips and smiled secretly.

After a while, she said: "When I get back, I will copy the drawing onto new paper, and then redraw the damaged areas with ink stains in the middle. After completing the entire painting, I will hand it to Brother Zhang."

"Okay, we'll meet here again in a few days," Zhang Jin said.

"Well, it's a deal."

Listening to music, painting, chatting, the time soon came to the evening.

As the sun sets, the afterglow shines slantingly on the shadows of the bamboo leaves, and also paints the river outside the pavilion with a layer of shining orange.

Miao Xuan still remembered the task given to him by Ding Baiying before going out, so he packed up his paintings and tools and prepared to go back to deliver a message to Guo Zhen.

"It's getting late, so let's go back to the capital together." Zhang Jin reached out and picked up the other party's bag containing pens, inks, paper and inkstones. He spoke naturally and reached for things naturally. In later generations, it was a normal behavior of a boy and a gentleman.

However, from Miao Xuan's point of view, she was a little surprised. The two had only had a relationship, and were not even friends. Zhang Jin's behavior was a bit over the line, but the other party's demeanor, tone and behavior were extremely natural.

There is no hint of evil intentions.

Zhang Jinda didn't notice anything was wrong, because his mind had already been on going to Jinling Tower in the evening.

Although Guo Zhen will definitely cherish his life, he is really not sure whether the other party will take the gamble. If the other party bets that Wang Xin and Lu Wenzhao will not kill him and still goes to Jinling Tower, then he must still protect the other party.

life.

Zhang Jin and Miao Xuan returned to the capital together. They said goodbye near Dongzhimen and went home.

Zhang Jin changed back into his Feiyu clothes and went to the Yamen to sign, then went home and changed into smart casual clothes, and then stepped into the lobby of Jinling Building in Mingshifang before the last ray of light disappeared before dark.

As soon as he entered the Jinling Building, Zhang Jin was keenly aware of several eyes sweeping over him. He pretended to be nonchalant and sat down at an empty table. He looked around and raised his hand towards the man leaning against him.

The shop assistant with no eyesight at the counter waved: "Waiter, why are you so stunned? You haven't come over to greet people!"

Of course, the waiter was not the real waiter, but one of Ding Baiying's men pretending to be the waiter. In order to kill Guo Zhen and silence him without causing any further complications, they had already quietly taken over the store.

Not only the store clerks, but also the customers are pretending to be themselves.

In the entire Jinling Tower, there is only Zhang Jin as an outsider!