Chapter 81 Mid-Autumn Festival
Chapter 81 Mid-Autumn Festival
October 2, the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, Mid-Autumn Festival
Central, Gold Riviera
Looking at the jade rabbit ornaments and golden toad pendants that could be seen everywhere in the lobby on the first floor, Xiang Hongying also found the long-lost atmosphere of Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.
Whether it was at Xishengxuan in Tianjin in the early years or at Jiulong Opera House, on auspicious occasions like the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Xiang family troupe would always perform for the dignitaries. Although they mostly received applause and money, the Xiang family troupe members often did not have much free time to slow down and enjoy the Mid-Autumn Festival.
How long has it been since I drank hot tea, ate mooncakes and looked at the moon?
Xiang Hongying thought about it and found that her memory was a little fuzzy.
But fortunately, today, thanks to someone, she can finally appreciate the unique moonlight in Kowloon.
Xiang Hongying looked at Qin Huai who was chatting with his father, her eyebrows curved and her heart filled with joy.
Ever since that day when a small accident happened between the two of them on the Li family's private boat, they understood each other's feelings and their relationship progressed rapidly, as if a window paper had been broken.
In the past few months, Qin Huai came to the theater to see her every day. The two of them talked about almost everything, from all over the world to opera and martial arts.
During this long period of time, the more Xiang Hongying understood, the more she discovered that Qinhuai was different from this era.
Xiang Hongying didn't know how to describe Qin Huai's unique temperament for a moment. If she had to say it, Qin Huai was like a strong and tough black bamboo, both unique and rare, while other men were like unremarkable roadside weeds that could be seen everywhere.
These special qualities that were different from ordinary people seemed to have a special kind of magic that made Xiang Hongying deeply fall into it, constantly arousing her curiosity and making her want to know more about this abyss-like man.
Qin Huai kept an eye on Xiang Hongying. Seeing that she was staring at him silently, Qin Huai also felt itchy.
After finding a random excuse to end the casual chat with Xiang Yihai, Qin Huai walked over to Xiang Hongying and sat down next to her in two or three steps.
“Although we cannot go back to Tianjin for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, home is where there are people.
So I thought of inviting you, the Xiang family, to come here and have a reunion dinner with us, and have some fun together.”
Xiang Hongying saw Qin Huai explaining the reason for today's meal to her, and knew that he was concerned about her, so she reached out and gently held Qin Huai's big hand, shook her head, and said softly,
"Just do whatever you want to do. There's no need to explain so much. I understand what you mean."
Qin Huai looked at Xiang Hongying's rosy face and smiling eyes, tightened his big hand, and held the girl's small hand with his backhand.
Before the two of them got closer, an inappropriate voice sounded in their ears.
"Excuse me, is Li Yutang, the boss of Jinliyuan, here?"
The two turned their heads to look at the source of the hoarse voice. Qin Huai was a little surprised to see who it was.
"Mr. Liu? If you want to see Boss Li, I can take you there."
The long-haired beggar in patchwork clothes bowed and nodded when he heard Qin Huai's answer.
"Thank you very much, friend."
Qin Huai let go of Xiang Hongying's jade hand and led the long-haired beggar to the back hall of Jinliyuan.
"Mr. Liu, you...you are here."
When Li Yutang saw that the long-haired beggar really came, he was a little bit unbelievable for a moment, and he put his hands on the man's shoulders and shook them.
After confirming that it was the real Mr. Liu, Li Yutang was somewhat happy. While sighing, he turned around, took out a long wooden box and handed it to the long-haired beggar.
"Okay, okay, I knew you still have ambition. You are still the martial arts champion!"
"The martial arts champion is long gone, and the one who is alive now is just a stinky beggar who wants to fulfill a promise."
Young Master Liu opened the wooden box and looked at the black gold iron fan inside, his words already showing his determination to die.
Seeing that Master Liu was about to leave with the heirloom, Li Yutang tried to stop him.
"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, let's stay and have a reunion dinner together."
"How can a homeless person be reunited? Don't worry, for the sake of the fan, I will do my best to help you."
Young Master Liu kept walking and his voice gradually faded away.
Qin Huai looked at the long-haired beggar who hurried out with the wooden box in his arms, and stopped entertaining the troupe's waiters, with some guesses in his mind.
Xiang Hongying saw Qin Huai stopped, came to his side, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, forget about him, let's continue."
Inside the building, it is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival when the moon is full and the people of Jianghu gather together.
Outside the building, the vast smoke sky reaches the sky, and the bright moon palace illuminates the flat mountains.
.........
Imperial City, Changchun Palace
The Mid-Autumn Festival should be a happy day for reunion for everyone inside and outside the palace.
But the owner of Changchun Palace had no time to enjoy the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet specially held for her by her children and grandchildren, because an extremely annoying "fly" was constantly disgusting her appetite and ruining her mood during the banquet.
"Good luck to you, Lord Buddha. According to reliable intelligence, the leader of the rebels left Yingzhou yesterday and took a boat to Kowloon."
"Then tell General Yan that I don't want to hear the buzzing of flies on Double Ninth Festival again."
Guangfu, General's Mansion
Yan Xiaoguo, filled with murderous intent, took the urgent telegram from the imperial city. Looking at the big words "rebel party" written on it, hostility rose in his eyes and a fierce light flashed.
In the past few months, at least eight hundred rebels and traitors had died at his hands, if not a thousand. He thought that this drastic measure would be enough to deter the villains and bring temporary peace.
However, rebellious gangs still emerge in an endless stream like bamboo shoots after rain and weeds after fire and cannot be eradicated.
Yan Xiaoguo raised the corner of his mouth, and the smile on his ugly face was very ferocious.
"Wait until I send all these leaders to see the King of Hell, and then we'll see how long you traitors can last!"
Inside the compound, Yan Xiaoguo was drinking farewell wine with his death warriors.
"Brothers, I am a soldier, and you are also soldiers. Soldiers should die in the frontier, why should they be wrapped in horsehide?!
Brothers, drink this cup of wine, kill the traitor, and serve the court!"
"Kill the traitors! Serve the court!"
“Pah, pah…”
The assassins drank and broke all the coarse bowls into pieces.
Central, gambling den
Shen Ye, who had lost his big business recently, could only lean against the gambling table and watch others having fun. Not long after, two familiar big hands pressed on his shoulders again.
Before the tip of the knife got close, Shen Ye took the initiative to lead the two people behind him to the dark alley with familiarity.
"That person has had issues recently. He has been actively contacting people from all sides and has been spending quite a lot on purchases. I think something big must have happened recently."
Wang Zhongjun looked at the gambler in front of him, listened to his analysis, and had to admit that this man in white hat was indeed quite capable.
A purse was thrown at Shen Ye, and Wang Zhongjun's deep voice rang out.
"Keep a close eye on that man during this time. Also, get us some high-quality water beads from the police department."
"Smuggling arms is dangerous and costs extra money."
Shen Ye looked at Wang Zhongjun warily. He thought that Wang Zhongjun had given the money too readily this time, so who knows if he would have any additional requests.
Another heavy purse was thrown into Shen Ye's hands. Wang Zhongjun looked at Shen Ye and smiled.
"If there is any martial arts expert next to that person, report to me immediately!"
Shen Ye thought about the big man he had monitored a few days ago and nodded.
"Okay, I will report the truth."
(End of this chapter)