King of Black Mist

They looked at each other.

It was very secluded here, but because of its secrecy, there was a feeling of being spied on. Li Changzhou even thought that the banana leaves outside the corridor were alive and staring at the two of them.

The light was not very sufficient, it was just right dark and hazy.

Yang Qinglan wears a long-sleeved short coat and a small black floral gauze skirt, just like the 1928 advertisement painting, a bit like a female student of this era.

The short sleeves of the shirt reveal the white forearms. The collar is not high, revealing the swan-like fairy neck. The long black hair is still tied behind the head and fixed with the Green Bee Sword.

Simple and beautiful, elegant and refined.

Yang Qinglan was also looking at him. The suit had not changed much from what it was 100 years ago, except that Li Changzhou wore a suit very rarely.

She smiled first, a friendly smile that made people feel nostalgic.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Changzhou also laughed.

"He looks like a dog." She nodded and commented on his appearance with a smile.

Li Changzhou was ecstatic: "Do you agree that I will be your lackey?"

".It seems that you are very excited to see me."

"Are you excited to see me?"

"Not excited." Yang Qinglan denied with a smile.

"Then you keep laughing? And you also use the idiom 'human-looking dog-like' which I never used to say."

"Silly, I laugh just because you look like a dog."

"Okay, okay." Li Changzhou said, "I think you are going crazy, but all I get in return is you saying 'silly'? I'm about to burst into tears."

"Really?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"It's fake. I never cry. I want to be a strong man."

"Stop it." Yang Qinglan said, "Call Qian Xia."

Li Changzhou looked at her for a while and wanted to ask her if he could hug her.

Now, he was like a virgin hugging his girlfriend for the first time and reacting to ordinary things. After only two days apart, he couldn't bear it.

But in the end he didn’t ask.

He put his stick away in his backpack.

The two of them waited quietly for Li Qianxia's arrival.

Yang Qinglan put her hands behind her back, lowered her head and kicked the toes of her shoes, which were a pair of narrow black velvet thin-soled shoes.

Li Changzhou leaned against the pillars of the corridor and looked at her, remembering the scene of her bare feet and her sandals hanging on her toes. That was already 100 years ago in the summer.

"Haven't seen enough?" She raised her head and smiled.

Li Changzhou wanted to say that he hadn't seen enough, but when he said it, he said, "I miss you very much."

Yang Qinglan smiled silently and said, "I miss you too."

"Really?" Li Changzhou expressed doubts, "How much do you think?"

"One day without seeing you is like three autumns."

"It's not as good as me at all. One day is like three years. I haven't seen you for six years!"

Li Changzhou asked again: "Do you only think about me, or do you miss me and my sister?"

"Qian Xia, I saw her yesterday. What do I want her to do?" Yang Qinglan pulled her hair around her ears and said lightly.

"That's why I don't miss her." Li Changzhou was discouraged and his body seemed to collapse.

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Yang Qinglan really stopped this time, feeling that she had nothing to say to Li Changzhou for the time being - if it was too direct, she would only say it when the relationship progressed further.

But seeing Li Changzhou again after two days made her feel as warm as riding the train at night alone and seeing the lights of the village in the distance.

Within a few words, an owl fell from the night sky.

"You two are having an affair! Hiding so secretly! How can I find it!" The snow owl landed on Li Changzhou's shoulder and opened his mouth to complain.

Li Changzhou seemed to be saying something, but Yang Qinglan spoke first: "That's enough for reminiscing about the past, time is precious."

"Chang Zhou." She focused on Li Chang Zhou.

"Um?"

"Now that you have status and status, you can consider opening a pawn shop and a bank. You don't need to open a medicine shop, but you should be careful."

"I can understand pawn shops and medicine shops, but what do banks use them for? I already have enough money, and I can't take back any more." Li Changzhou asked doubtfully.

This is the limitation of the poor, just like when he wanted to print a photo on his business card.

"The bank has the business of keeping valuables," Yang Qinglan explained softly. "Although the chance is very small, it is possible to get unexpected good things."

"Isn't that for storage? Isn't taking the customer's belongings theft?" Li Qianxia was confused, and the owl tilted its head.

"It's theft," Yang Qinglan nodded, "That's the second thing I want to say."

She sensed her surroundings and after confirming that no one was approaching, she continued: "In the future, when we do things, don't care too much about the surroundings. This may be true or false, but it will not affect the real history. Just go ahead and do it."

Completely opposite to Li Changzhou's thoughts, he didn't want to do anything because he couldn't affect the real history.

He just wants to complete the task and collect various ideas along the way.

"Completing tasks can certainly increase your abilities," Yang Qinglan continued, "but doing things in a different capacity than before that you would never or could not do before can also increase your abilities."

Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia were thoughtful.

Yang Qinglan paused for a moment as if to give the two of them time to think.

"While trying my best to complete the task, I plan to study singing seriously and go on stage once before the task is completed to experience the life of an actress," she said.

Her eyes flickered for a moment, then turned to Li Changzhou, and she added: "Sun Xiaoyun's troupe is all female actors, and those who sing male roles are also female actors."

"Yes, I know." Li Changzhou nodded.

"Brother, you laugh so disgustingly."

"Did I laugh?" Li Changzhou pulled his lips into the character "one".

Yang Qinglan smiled and said: "Chang Zhou, you can use your identity as the second young master to try to unify a city. Just do it and don't care about the success or failure of things. There is no such thing as success or failure here.

"There is an old saying that is very appropriate here - 'Don't judge a hero by his success or failure'. No matter whether something succeeds or fails, it can increase its "ability". "

"Don't judge a hero by his success or failure." Li Changzhou felt suddenly enlightened, and he quickly had many ideas in his mind.

"What about me?" Li Qianxia asked, "I don't think staying in the factory making insoles can increase my "ability." "

Yang Qinglan laughed again.

"You laugh at me!"

"No." Yang Qinglan stopped smiling.

Li Qianxia feels that the current Lan Lan and her brother look very much like a couple.

"You really have nothing to do, so you can follow your brother." Yang Qinglan said.

"Wait!" Li Qianxia suddenly remembered something, "I thought of something!"

"What?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Recently, many female workers in the shoe factory are preparing to participate in a protest march. The reason is that in the factory, men only get 30 cents a day and women only get 20 cents a day, but women do no worse than men. I think the best way is to calculate it on a piece-by-piece basis. It’s unfair that there are so many men and few women regardless of everything! I want to liberate women and become a pioneer of gender equality!”

Li Changzhou scratched the corner of his left eye with his right hand.

Based on his understanding of his sister, Li Qianxia 100% just hated himself for not getting enough.

"Do you have any objections?" The owl looked over.

"No." Li Changzhou put down his hand.

"snort!"

Yang Qinglan ignored the daily interactions between the two siblings and continued:

"Whether I'm learning Peking Opera, managing Song City in Changzhou, or Qian Xia promoting gender equality and liberating women, these are all "side jobs". Our most important thing is still the three tasks of the game."

"Yes." Li Changzhou nodded in agreement, "There is no information at the moment. The three of us can be separated temporarily and inquire about information from various places and levels."

"How do I contact you? I can't go out to the theater every day, right? I'm just a female worker who earns 20 cents a day." Li Qianxia assumed the identity very quickly, and kept accumulating "two cents a day for women and 30 cents a day for men" anger.

Yang Qinglan had already considered this matter and answered her directly:

"Every morning from now on, you come to me like an owl, and I give you the information. You give it to your brother through "Gemini" at night, and bring his letter to me the next morning - you have to keep it even if you don't have the information. Stay connected and keep each other safe. "

"I have really become the owl that delivers messages! Did you know? The owl of Harry Potter (she added the voice of Er) is the snowy owl!" Li Qianxia flapped her wings excitedly, and the feathers poked into Li Changzhou's eyes.

Yang Qinglan looked at him. In the past, she would never ask, but today she asked: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Li Changzhou rubbed his eyes, "I'm used to it."

"Let me blow it for you." Li Qianxia stretched out her beak.

"Don't, don't!"

"Asaka!"

They both called to her at the same time.

The notes for "Moth Style·Change" are clearly written - since it is an owl, it naturally has the instinct to eat mice, insects, birds, and lizards. Oh, by the way, it is best not to defecate in the open. Especially in front of acquaintances who know you're not a real owl.

Although Li Qianxia can't eat mice, let alone defecate anywhere, she sometimes has some owl habits, such as turning her head and flapping her wings when excited.

If you see Li Changzhou's eyes are big, black and bright, you will subconsciously take a peck.

After they separated, Li Changzhou's steps were much brisker.

"Second Master, I have inquired about it. Chunhuang almost showed her face towards the eldest son of the Song family. She is definitely interested in you, Second Master." Liu Dehui reported.

Li Changzhou smiled: "As long as it's interesting."

Back in the box, Zhong Yingru was still asleep, with a strand of hair running to her red lips. Her figure was graceful, lying on the couch like a beautiful snake.

Li Changzhou ate food and drank wine while watching the rest of the play.

When Chunhuang came on the stage, he applauded loudly. Chunhuang waved his sleeves toward his side of the stands, staring at him like hooks with a pair of makeup-smeared eyes.

After the play was over, Li Changzhou woke Zhong Yingru up.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhong Yingru held her head with her fingertips, unable to open her eyes.

"Maybe it was anemia, and seeing the corpse, I fainted all of a sudden." Li Changzhou said nonsense.

Zhong Yingru didn't think deeply about it. She didn't feel any discomfort, so she didn't take it to heart.

The two left the opera house one after the other.

Walking out of the opera garden and out of the crowded place, Li Changzhou felt open-minded.

"Boss Feng, Boss Feng! Please! My mother has fainted from hunger. Give me something to eat! I will make you a cow and a horse!" A man stood on the front of the car.

"Move him!"

"You're looking for fucking death!" A bodyguard stepped forward and slapped the man.

The man was beaten, but he was still struggling to crawl over. Tears and snot flowed all over his face. His mouth was wide open, and saliva connected between the teeth, making a pig-like howling sound.

A group of gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen all frowned, either unbearable or impatient, and a few regarded this as a show.

"Take this person away quickly!" the steward of the opera garden ordered, for fear of spoiling the mood of the distinguished guests.

"etc."

"What are you waiting for? Drag me away. If you don't leave, I will break your legs!"

"Master Meng! Master Meng!" The man in charge pulled his sleeves hard.

Master Meng pulled out his sleeves and was about to give the boy a slap when he saw him winking at the other side and subconsciously glanced at him.

This time, it was almost midnight. I heard someone knocking on the window on the 18th floor of my house. I opened the curtain and saw a white figure.

Master Meng and Meng Minshou were so frightened that they ran over holding the hem of their gown.

"Second Master Li, it's my fault! My fault!" He said, slapping himself, "I am old and sick, and my ears are not good, so I didn't hear your holy voice!"

"Can you hear it now?" Li Changzhou asked him.

"I can hear it, I can hear it!" Meng Minshou nodded frequently.

Li Changzhou walked toward the group of men, and the people along the way quickly moved out of the way.

There may be people who didn't know him before, but the news of Mr. Li's encounter with an assassin has occupied the headlines of newspapers for two days in a row. In a few more days, not to mention Song City, the whole Xia Kingdom will know what he looks like.

Li Changzhou walked up to the group of men and asked them: "Do you know me?"

Some nodded, some shook their heads, and some looked numb.

"Master, please do us a favor and give us something to eat!" The man who had just been beaten rushed over.

"Presumptuous!" Liu De said angrily, and at the same time he stepped out with his left foot and whipped his right leg out.

"Stop!" Li Changzhou shouted.

Liu De hurriedly put his feet back, bent over and stepped aside.

Li Changzhou ignored Liu De and glanced at the man who was kowtowing, and then at the dock workers who didn't dare to have hope for him, but couldn't help but have hope.

He turned around and looked at the guests who had just come out of the pear garden.

"I don't know if you know me," he said loudly, "Whether you know me or not, let me introduce myself first."

"I am Li Changzhou, the second son of Li Xinghua and the acting city lord of Song City."

You could hear a needle drop on the broad street, and everyone was looking at him.

"I stopped everyone just for one thing," he glanced at the richly dressed ladies and gentlemen one by one. "The seaport in Songcheng has suffered from freezing. The dock workers have no work to do, and the whole family has no food to eat."

"I plan to donate money to open a porridge shop. If you are interested, please donate generously and lend a helping hand!"

"I will donate!" A young man raised his hand.

"Okay! How much to donate?" Li Changzhou asked loudly.

The young master was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he would ask directly on the spot.

He hesitated for a moment. In the situation before him, it would be embarrassing if he donated less, but he felt distressed if he donated too much.

"One hundred dollars!" he said.

"Thank you so much, brother!" Li Changzhou hugged his fists and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to donate?"

When things have developed to this point, we have to donate - today's matter will definitely be reported. If we don't donate, not only our reputation will be affected, but also if the citizens lose a good impression and stop buying products produced in our own factory, then that's the real deal. Unlucky, heavy bleeding.

People donated money one after another.

The big one was two hundred yuan, the small one was thirty. Li Changzhou asked Liu Dewen Liyuan to get pen and paper on the spot, collecting the money with one hand and registering it with the other.

Things got serious, and people in the troupe also came out.

After learning what happened, Chunhuang said on the spot:

"Thanks to the love of the nobles, Chun'er was given the title of 'Spring Emperor', which allowed me to have no worries about food and clothing, but I have also had days when I had no clothes to cover my body and no food to eat. I know what it feels like, Li Er Master, I am willing to donate 100 yuan and perform for charity in Songcheng for three days. All the proceeds from the tickets for the three days will be used to open a porridge shop for you!"

"Okay!" "The Spring Emperor is righteous!" Everyone applauded.

"Women are not inferior to men! The Spring Emperor is indeed the Spring Emperor. If you have something to do in Songcheng in the future, feel free to come to the Marshal's Mansion to find Li!" Li Changzhou clasped his fists and deeply admired the other party's character.

Chunhuang smiled brightly, clasped his fists generously, and said like a man: "That's right, Second Master, no need to thank me!"

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" The dock workers knelt down one by one. Those who had resisted crying before now shed tears.

Li Changzhou turned around, taking advantage of the donation time, he still had a few words to say.

"I will send someone to the porridge shop tonight to take care of it. Starting at noon tomorrow, everyone will come to the door of the Marshal's Mansion to get the porridge. If you are in a hurry, you can ask me to withdraw the money now."

"Thank you, second master, thank you, second master!"

Li Changzhou pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone, when I, Li Changzhou, served as acting city lord, I only wanted to do one thing well - let everyone have work, be paid, and have enough food for myself and my family!"

"I heard that there is a man named 'The Boss' who will deduct your wages, and there are gangs that charge you protection fees. But from today on, whoever dares to deduct your money and ask you to pay protection fees, I will give you the right to fight! "

"If your leg is broken, drag me to the door of the Marshal's Mansion!"

"I'll make the decision for you!"

A light bulb exploded with a bang. No one was frightened. Everyone looked at Li Changzhou standing in the middle of the street.

"Some of you said, this is our fate." Li Changzhou's eyes fell on some elderly workers.

"But I tell you!"

"From now on, I am your life. I give you rights, allow you, and order you. You are qualified and have the right to get a job!"

"You have the right to support yourself and your family on your own! You have the right to get the remuneration you deserve!"

"Whoever dares to deprive you of this right is resisting my life. Anyone who dares to resist my life will be killed by me. Do you understand?"

The sound was like bursts of thunder, making the scene completely silent, and no one dared to answer.

After a while, a gray-haired worker asked him in a trembling voice: "S-Sir, does what you said count?"

"I promised, so it counts!"