Seven days have passed since the Zhongyuan Festival, and Jiangling and Shangming on both sides of the river have returned to their former rhythm.

Jiangbei is still prosperous, with pedestrians and merchants coming and going on the streets coming and going. Most of the wine shops in the guest houses have no time to go, and they shout and shout all day long.

The extremely lively Zhongyuan Festival seven days ago seemed to be just a small episode in the daily life of the people of Jiangling. It was just a little lively at night than on weekdays. As for the others, it was not much different.

In the Shangming New City in Jiangnan, it looks not much different from the past. In addition to the many soldiers garrisoned in the camp, the streets are still empty and deserted.

The storm that night seemed to have passed without realizing it, and it did not have much impact in the camp.

But at some point, there were gradually more discussions about this storm in the streets and alleys on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

"Did Brother Qi hear that there was a chaos in Shangming City Camp during the Zhongyuan period?"

"Well? I have never heard of this. I remember that the military discipline among the generals of the Huan clan clan was very good. What was the chaos that Brother Yue Liang mentioned?"

"I heard from my neighbors yesterday that a battalion of soldiers suddenly became frightened that night, fell into madness, and kept fighting and attacking each other, and even the tent was burned clean..."

"It was that night in Zhongyuan? Oh... I seemed to have some impression that when I looked at the south bank on the river that day, there seemed to be a lot of light in Shangming. At that time, I thought the bonfire in the army was burning a little, but I didn't expect it to be the camp tent. But how could these soldiers attack each other?"

"I don't know this, I just heard that this is considered a camp roar, the soldiers are rioting and attacking and destroying at will. And I heard from my neighbor that the scene at that time was extremely terrifying and almost unable to control it."

"Brother Yue Liang was a little alarmist. I remember that many of these soldiers had been in the Northern Expedition. I had never seen any scenes, and the number was as many as 100,000, so I couldn't control any scenes. But this sudden night shock was a bit incredible."

"Brother Qi doesn't know anything. I heard that since General Huan gave Yangzhou to Xie Anshi and left Xuzhou (Southern Xuzhou, today Zhenjiang), it has aroused the dissatisfaction of many subordinates of General Huan (Huan Wen). Now he has handed over all the lands in Jiangdong to Xie Anshi and came to guard this territory that originally belonged to the Huan family, which has even aroused opposition from everyone. So there is something strange about the incident in Zhongyuan evening."

"Shh! Silence! Brother Yue Liang, I'll say less of this. If General Huan hears such rumors, dozens of military sticks are probably not enough."

Xie Li turned his head, looked at the two people who had already settled the bill, then turned around and fell into a short period of thinking.

On the round platform in the main hall of the winery, three dancers were flying long sleeves, their graceful figures turned from time to time, and they cooperated with each other to change their steps. Over time, they were somewhat dazzling.

In his previous life, Xie Li had watched some ancient dances, not interest, but mostly coincidences.

There are high-end formal stage performances and personal improvisations. With his shallow aesthetic level, he naturally cannot comment on the good or bad of other people's professional fields. But from his own perspective alone, except for his own appearance, it is difficult for him to understand what Wen Tingyun said: dancing back to the red sleeves, singing sorrow and sewing the green tinsels. The hall is full of lights, and the seats are like the beauty of the moon.

At this time, Xie Li finally found the root of this problem and finally realized how important the word "environment" has on his mood.

When he was really in the ancient times more than 1,600 years ago and was immersed in the scene, even if the movements of the three dancers in front of him were not as good as those in the previous life, he could still feel the beauty of their dancing postures and truly feel the charm of the red sleeves turning around.

This also proves that Xie Li has now begun to slowly integrate into this place. Not only daily living habits, but even the most important state of mind seems to be being assimilated bit by bit.

As he experienced, the influence of the environment is always unconsciously, and usually when it is now, it is already deeply trapped in it.

Fortunately, Xie Li has realized this problem and is wary of it. No matter what, he always has to leave something of his own in his heart.

It was noon, and Xie Li had been sitting here for half an hour.

My mother and Su Huixue at home were busy making clothes all day long. They were proficient in this. After having the experience of this long dress, they are now familiar with it and they no longer need to make the first one for as long.

Now six days have passed since the girl from the Huan family sent silk. Her mother and Su Huixue have completed most of these tasks. It should be three or four days before the long skirts of many young girls in the Huan family are ready.

He had no idea about needlework and craftsmanship at home. Except for strengthening his body and practicing "military boxing", he was basically the one who was in the way of the whole process.

Fortunately, there are too many places to go to Jiangling City like this. If you go out for a leisure time, you will have no worries about not having a place to go.

Xie Li called the servants of the winery house, paid the money for wine and food, turned around and walked towards the riverside.

This is not the first time Xie Li has heard the words of "Brother Qi" and "Brother Yue Liang" just now. Although the content is different, the meaning is basically to General Huan Chonghuan, who is "retreating and afraid of trouble and ruining his foundation".

And they are basically sneaky and cannot go to the table. They buzz like flies and buzz, but they cannot do anything about it.

At first I only heard a sentence or two by chance, but now, this kind of sound seems to be getting more and more.

If this is just ordinary gossip, you naturally don’t have to worry about it. As time goes by, these remarks will naturally disappear slowly.

But now it seems that it is obviously not that simple.

From the camp storm on the night of the Zhongyuan Festival, to the "death words" of the person who led the assassination, to the various whispers on the streets now.

All signs indicate that this is a conspiracy, a conspiracy specifically targeting the general Huan Chong of the chariot and cavalry.

Xie Li didn't know why Huan Chong gave up the land of Jiangdong and returned to guard Jingzhou, which originally belonged to his own clan. Moreover, with his current understanding of Huan Chong and this period of history, he could not know it now.

But after coming out of Xiangyang, the people he had come into contact with were Huan Xian and Huan Chan.

Whether it is for these two friends or to make himself better in Jiangling, he needs to go to Huan Mansion at this time.
Chapter completed!