The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 278 Chaos

Yu thought that what Shang Fu said about the court affairs on the way to the imperial mausoleum had helped her a lot.

"Sir Shaoqing, you really helped me a lot. I have been in a bad mood recently, and I took my anger out on him."

Yu Qiansi looked at the princess's expectant eyes and couldn't help but scratch her nose. He said, "Don't worry, you have to sell your face. Let him owe you a favor."

She turned her head slightly and glanced at the shadow where the hall and the wooden plank met, then turned back and told the two of them, "Leave as soon as you are done with your business, and don't linger."

After the two men got off the plank road from the other side, the person behind them appeared.

"Sorry for the long wait. Yun Zhongjun, please ask the owner to come over."

Yun Zhongjun was waiting for her behind the agarwood tea table in the small hall, just like last time. On the tea table was a set of celadon tea sets, the glaze glowed warmly under the candlelight, and the fragrance of tea mixed with the unique and refreshing scent of agarwood lingered in the room. The sound of stringed instruments from the distant stage could be heard faintly outside the window, but it was filtered by the heavy doors and windows as if it were from another world.

She stood in front of the tea table, her eyes sweeping across the still simple little hall, her jade-like face glowing with a soft yellow glow under the candlelight.

"Just now, Lord Yunzhong went to the door to greet us personally. He must be an honored guest." As she spoke, her fingertips unconsciously stroked Yuli Qiankun.

Yun Zhongjun's hand holding the kettle was as steady as a rock, and the tea pouring out of the spout stirred up an amber vortex in the cup. The agarwood rosary on his wrist gently collided with his movements, making a dull sound. "Everyone who comes to me is a distinguished guest."

Yu Qiansi didn't bother to talk nonsense and got straight to the point: "I think Su Niang has already told you my conditions."

Yun Zhongjun pushed the teacup in front of her, and the bottom of the cup made a slight "click" sound when it touched the agarwood table top.

"You are not allowed to inquire about her whereabouts. She needs Cistanche every month. It must be placed in the designated place in a certain amount and at a certain time." As he said this, the green smoke rising from the bronze incense burner on the desk cast a flickering shadow between his brows.

Seeing that Yu Qiansi didn't drink tea, he smiled and made a "please" gesture, his steady voice full of interest: "But I am very curious. When doing business with Yunzhong, many people would take the opportunity to ask for many benefits. But Master Yu left these benefits to an irrelevant person."

Yu Qiansi picked up the teacup, and the cool touch of the glaze came through his fingertips: "I thought Yunzhong was only doing business, not telling stories."

Yun Zhongjun laughed out loud, his laughter echoing in the empty hall, with a frequency that only middle-aged people can have: "Understood."

Yu Qiansi put down the teacup and said, "I can help you find the Yi family, but whether you can find them and how long it will take to find them depends on my pace."

Yun Zhongjun nodded, and the man in black in the shadows appeared beside Yun Zhongjun, with a gilded bronze box in his hand. He placed both hands on the box and looked at Yu Qiansi.

"Of course, there is no rush for this matter anyway. I can let Master Yu take his time to search, but if you find any trace of the Yi family, Master Yu cannot conceal it and not report it."

Yu Qiansi smiled and said, "Even if I wanted to hide it, I can't hide it from you, right?"

Yun Zhongjun then activated the mechanism. With a light "click", he opened the copper box and took out a piece of letter with dark patterns printed on it: "This is the agreement between you and me. Master Yu, rest assured, the things you put into this box are the golden rules of Yun Zhongdang. Even if the owner changes, they must be obeyed."

Yu Qiansi took the letter, confirmed it, and added his name and fingerprints.

After Yun Zhongjun put it back into the box, he returned the copper box to the man in black. The man in black turned around and the copper box disappeared. "I like to deal with smart people like the Jade Pavilion Master--"

Before he could finish his words, Yu Qiansi raised his hand to interrupt him: "There seems to be some movement outside. Why does it sound so chaotic?"

Indeed, the faint sound of the opera just now has been drowned out by the noisy sounds.

Yun Zhongjun nodded towards the darkness behind him. The man in black floated out of the door like a ghost, and then floated back. The sound of fabric rubbing against each other was almost inaudible. After listening to the whisper, Yun Zhongjun flicked his finger on the teacup and said in a clear and pleasant voice: "It's not a big deal."

Seeing that Yu Qiansi was still hesitant, he invited Yu Qiansi to come out of the small hall and stand on the terrace together.

Under his feet, the night wind blew the smell of burning pine wood. Yu Qiansi held onto the railing carved with ghostly cloud patterns and saw that the entire Yunzhong City above the valley was immersed in a sea of ​​fire. The flames were like flowing molten gold, flowing freely between the flying eaves and brackets, reflecting the gold-painted beams and columns as if they were transparent.

The flames were like evil spirits in a dark prison, rushing towards the heights and were about to burn them.

"Mr. Yunzhong, you have great concentration." A spark landed on her sleeve and went out instantly.

Yunzhong Jun's sleeves were lifted by the heat wave, revealing the dark patterns of demons embroidered on the black and red lining. "No, no, it's just that the people coming and going in Yunzhong City are all nobles, and they are all wooden buildings suspended in the air, so they naturally have to be protected from fire. Please take a closer look."

Yu Qiansi narrowed his eyes and found that the flames were like living creatures with spirits, wandering on the surface of the building without leaving any traces. The exquisite lacquer paintings became more vivid in the fire, the gold powder shone slightly under the high temperature, and the glazed tiles outside the hall under his feet reflected a colorful halo in the fire, like the sleeves of actors on the stage fluttering like butterflies.

The places where the fire started first have now been extinguished, but it's as if nothing had happened.

At this time, someone in the hall must have calmed everyone down, and the anxiety and restlessness gradually subsided, and the sound of the play on the stage continued again.

"How can there be wood in the world that is not afraid of fire?" She murmured to herself, tracing the lines on the railing that had been licked by the flames with her fingers - the touch was still as smooth as before.

Yun Zhongjun took off the abacus decorated with gems from his waist. The sound of the beads colliding made the opera under his feet even clearer: "There is no such thing as wood that is not afraid of fire. I just happened to find something that can block fire."

He showed Yu Qiansi the wooden abacus frame and said, "I ordered people to make it into varnish and apply it on all the wooden surfaces."

At this point, Yunzhongjun's voice was a little distressed: "But the raw materials of this thing have to be found in Kunlun Mountain, which is very dangerous. The production process is also very complicated. Only a small can can be made in a year, and you see, these varnishes are disposable, and they have to be reapplied after they are burned. Alas, I really spent a lot of money and time for the safety of these nobles in Yunzhong City. Now, I don’t know which brother is dissatisfied with my Yunzhong City. With this fire, these varnishes have to be reapplied from scratch."

As they were talking, the flames on the rock walls of the Ghost Market jumped and chased each other, as if something was going wrong.

"The fire hasn't gone down yet, so why is there such a mess down there?" Yu Qiansi poked his head out and asked in surprise.

The man in black beside him leaned over to take a look and whispered something in Yun Zhongjun's ear.

Yun Zhongjun's face was solemn: "Master Yu, I am really sorry for tonight."

"No problem." Yu Qiansi showed her usual smile, not caring at all that the other person couldn't see her expression through the mask.

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