Chapter 1247 Island in the middle of the lake

When the "Three Sons of West Lake" arrived, not long after Li Qingqing entered the cabin, he heard two sounds of "snort" and "snort", as well as a scream.

Among those two sounds, one was sharp and the other was dull, it should be the sound of Li Qingqing's sword and Yi Zhuxin's bamboo sword, piercing into the flesh and blood one after the other.

It didn't take long to see Li Qingqing walking out with a handkerchief and wiping his hands.

When she reached the bow of the boat, she waved her handkerchief and threw her handkerchief into the water, looked into the distance, and suddenly sighed.

"Okay, what are you doing with a sigh?" I was a little strange: "Then the third son of West Lake, the reason why I didn't let you kill them all is because I want to keep a living mouth, maybe I will use it later." ”

She turned to look at me and shook her head, "That's not the case. I didn't pay attention to these three ants. ”

As she spoke, she asked me a strange question: "In your eyes, what do you think of literati?"

"Literati?" I asked, "What kind of literati do you call them?"

She thought about it for a while and replied to me: "It's Li Qingzhao's kind, but it's ......."

She shook her head again: "You definitely don't know who Li Qingzhao is." ”

This......

Do I look that big and coarse?

"Ahem, although I don't know much about poetry and songs, Li Qingzhao, I still know. I replied helplessly: "Not only do I know, but I can also recite two of her poems." ”

"Really?" Li Qingqing was overjoyed: "Which two songs, Linjiang Immortal, Yi Jian Mei, Rumeng Ling or Huanxi Sha?"

I:......!

I had to weakly answer: "I can't remember exactly what the name of the brand is, it's the one that 'seeks and seeks, is cold, miserable and miserable'." ”

I memorized this poem when I was in junior high school, and although it is a bit old, I can still vaguely remember it.

"Slow voice!" Li Qingqing happily said the name of the word, but soon became confused, with an extremely complicated emotion in his eyes, he looked at me: "Brother Jiang, where did you hear this song?"

Where did I hear that?

It's in junior high school textbooks.

Looking at Li Qingqing's expression, I suddenly felt a pang in my heart: Could it be that this poem was actually created by Li Qingzhao later?

You must know that Li Qingzhao is also a person who has experienced the Jingkang Rebellion, and according to historical records, her husband was an official in the Northern Song Dynasty before, because of the Jingkang Rebellion, her husband died, and since then, Li Qingzhao has lived a life of exile, tossing and turning, miserable.

It is precisely because of this experience that she has written many words that will be passed down to future generations.

It has now been about ten years since the Jingkang Rebellion, and if my expectations are correct, Li Qingzhao is estimated to be in his forties to fifty years old.

I asked Li Qingqing: "It seems that you know Li Qingzhao?"

"That's right, just right, since you also know her fame, then I'll take you to meet her. Li Qingqing said.

"She's in Lin'an?"

"Not only in Lin'an," Li Qingqing smiled: "It's still above this West Lake." ”

All right.

......

Inside the painting boat, there were indeed two corpses, namely Zhang Gongzi and Wang Gongzi, each of whom was pierced by a sword, leaving only one Li Gongzi still alive, but this guy was already fainting in horror.

Li Gongzi's body was tied with a rope, and a piece of cloth was wrapped in his mouth.

Yi Zhuxin was frowning, looking at the blood on the cabin.

When she saw me come in, she said a little depressedly: "These two people are really a scourge, and if they die, they will die, and they forgot for a while, and actually killed them with a sword, causing blood to accumulate in the cabin, but I am afraid that the smell of blood will spread out and cause unnecessary trouble." ”

Oh?

I didn't think of the aftermath before.

Most of these boats are rented by rich sons and dignitaries, and are used to enjoy the moon and drink wine and listen to music on this West Lake, and occasionally do something "inconvenient for others to see".

Therefore, in order to cater to customers, the front and back of the painting boat are completely separated, and the two boat owners who support the boat behind can only hear the sound, but they can't pass the front of the painting boat at all.

It's no problem now, but after a long time, the smell of blood here will definitely spread to the future.

And even if the smell of blood doesn't pass, it will seep below the deck of the ship and thus spread to the water.

The aftermath is indeed a problem.

I thought about it and told Yi Zhuxin: "You go out first, leave it to me here." ”

Although Yi Zhuxin didn't know what I was going to do, he nodded very seriously: "Okay." ”

As soon as Yi Zhuxin left, I immediately took out a black chess piece from my arms, thought about it, and among the two corpses, I chose Zhang Gongzi's corpse and sent the black chess piece into his wound.

Then the corpse power is activated and infused into its body.

Under the effect of corpse power, the corpse soon began to transform into corpses.

I looked at the corpse, and my heart moved, and a thought came to mind.

Immediately, I pulled out the blood-devouring knife, cut through my palm, and then ran the golden armor pattern, dripping a drop of blood onto Zhang Gongzi's corpse.

This drop of my blood is golden, and as soon as it stains Zhang Gongzi's corpse, the blood immediately spreads, and all the blood on their bodies is also dyed golden.

Swept by the golden blood, all the gold and iron were melted into Zhang Gongzi's corpse, and soon all the gold and silver carried by the "Three Princes of West Lake" were melted.

At this time, this corpse also successfully woke up, and the deceptive corpse became the bronze armored corpse among the armored corpses.

All right.

I gave the bronze corpse an order: "Dispose of that corpse, remember, don't kill him, live it." ”

The bronze armored corpse is a yin corpse, without intelligence, and can only act according to instinct, if I don't remind him, it is estimated that Li Gongzi will be eaten alive by him.

Then I opened the door to the cabin, walked out, and closed the door.

At this time, our painting boat has reached the middle of the West Lake, and an island in the middle of the lake has appeared in front of us.

Different from later generations, the island in the middle of the lake at this time was deserted, and there was no scene of singing and dancing on the edge of the West Lake.

Li Qingqing asked her husband to park the painting boat outside the island in the middle of the lake, leaving Yi Zhuxin on the painting boat, and she took me to the island in the middle of the lake.

What makes me strange is that on the island in the middle of the lake, in addition to a row of wooden houses, there is actually a pagoda of about seven floors.

It doesn't look like it's uninhabited.

"Do you think it's deserted here?" asked me.

I nodded, "It's a little." ”

Li Qingqing pointed to the distance: "That's because the people who live here go out at night, and only come back during the day." ”

Oh?

I think of the kabuki on the boats, but is this island in the middle of the lake actually the place where those kabuki live?

Li Qingqing took me and walked directly to the pagoda.

Looking from afar, I saw that inside the pagoda, a light was like a bean, and it looked extremely dim.

When I got to the door, I saw a woman wearing a moon-white monk's robe, standing at the door of the pagoda.

She was...... Master Li!