Chapter 1479: Good words are hard to persuade the damned ghost

Foreman Guan opened his mouth to explain, but Dong Rui shouted: "Dig! Why stop?" Seeing the carpenters continue to saw the tree, the Qing guards who rushed over were anxious, reaching out to grab the saw, and one raised his leg to kick the craftsman.

At this time, a carpenter also kicked out, arriving later but first, and kicked this Qing guard a zhang away!

With a bang, he smashed into the big rock by the lake, his head broken and bleeding.

This was too sudden, He Yang was stunned, and the other Qing guards were furious, rushing up and using heavy hands.

So what if they beat them to death? They were just a few carpenters, a few rotten lives. Would the Yao Court dare to punish them? The two sides fought into a ball.

In the chaos, two carpenters swung their axes and went straight to He Yang without saying a word, one on the left and one on the right, one hitting his face, one hacking his waist and abdomen. He Yang pulled out a hook claw, blocked one, and kicked one away.

As soon as he started, he felt something was wrong. How could these two carpenters have such great strength?

His heart moved, the hook claw grew, from three feet to nearly five feet long, and the cold claw tip reached the carpenter's nose in the blink of an eye. The latter was startled, suddenly bent back in an iron bridge, and his eyeballs were almost scratched out.

Almost.

However, from the forehead to the left cheek, two bloodstains were still scratched.

The companion rushed to attack, only then pulling He Yang's attention back.

In the blink of an eye, a third carpenter jumped out from the left, swung a wooden stick, and swept He Yang's lower plate.

He Yang dodged the second person

The latter raised his arm to block, only to be kicked two zhang away with a 'bang'! It was suspicious; although one had to have some strength to chop trees and do carpentry, these three moved quickly and coordinated tightly without any unnecessary flourishes—they were clearly experts at fighting.

Hah, it would be strange if they were carpenters!

Immediately following, there was a noisy sound of footsteps from behind; at least a hundred or so people had rushed over.

Among them were both Yangshan guards and the personnel that Imperial Guard Zhao Song had been ordered to bring to support He Lingchuan and maintain order.

They arrived very promptly, intervening forcefully.

"Stop, everyone stop!"

The three sides were in chaos.

Zhao Song spent a great deal of effort to persuade the two sides to separate. Two of his subordinates were beaten until their faces were bruised and swollen; one had a broken rib, and the other had blood flowing from the corner of his eye—his eyeball had almost been lost.

The situation with the Green Guards was better; there were no losses. Strangely, the people under Foreman Guan also seemed to be unharmed, with only one showing red on his face and another clutching his lower back.

He Lingchuan and Zhang Shuan also rushed over, asking repeatedly: "What is going on?"

He Yang said in a deep voice: "You do your foundation laying, why come to dig at the bridgehead! This place is not in your planning map. He Xiao, do you want to cross the line?"

They had already endured for several hours; these bastards were truly ungrateful and didn't know what was good for them!

"The Qing Prince's troupe needs to perform horse-walking, which requires setting up long timber three zhang off the ground; we can only use materials on the spot. Looking around, this ginkgo tree is the most suitable." He Lingchuan turned his head to ask Zhang Shuan: "Second Young Master Zhang, am I right?"

"Ah..." Zhang Shuan was stunned. His family's troupe did indeed perform this unique skill, and there was usually a high platform with timber set up in the Prince's mansion specifically for horse-walking performances. But he hadn't planned on letting the troupe perform this act on the south bank of Youhu.

However, since He Xiao had come to find fault with the opposite bank, he couldn't tear down his own stage, so he could only vaguely respond with "Mm-hmm."

He Yang said coldly: "Then don't perform! This is not your territory."

Hearing this, Zhang Shuan was also somewhat displeased.

He was a dignified member of the Yao royal family; if Qingyang had scolded him personally, that would be one thing, but even her guard could give him orders in this tone?

"Guard He, the land under your feet belongs to the royal family, and this ginkgo tree is no exception." Zhang Shuan smiled without warmth. "Of course we have the right to dispose of it; whether to cut it or keep it, we are the ones who decide."

He Yang opened his mouth to speak, but at this moment, a carpenter kicked the tree trunk; the trunk had already been sawed halfway through and couldn't withstand the force, snapping with a 'crack' and falling!

This carpenter... He Yang was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.

He didn't know if these people were He's subordinates or palace guards in disguise.

The big tree fell, kicking up a cloud of dust and sand.

He Lingchuan tilted his chin at Foreman Guan, and the latter immediately said to the carpenters: "Take the wood, move it away!"

The workers grabbed their tools again and began sawing the wood with a 'whoosh, whoosh, whoosh'.

Since the ginkgo tree had already fallen, there was no point in He Yang continuing to confront He Lingchuan and the others. He said coldly: "Do you want to block the Supervisor's path? Move the branches and twigs away as well!"

He Lingchuan said with a smile: "Certainly, certainly."

The Soul-Sucking Mirror in his bosom hummed: "This kid is not stupid; he knows we want to use the wood to block the bridge."

The carpenters spent some effort, and the ginkgo was left with only a smooth trunk, which was carried to the stage. Foreman Guan also ordered his men to move the cut branches and twigs away, so they finally didn't block the road to the bridge.

Only then did He Yang and the others return to the small villa with gloomy faces, but they left two people to guard the spot to prevent any more tricks.

The excitement at Youhu continued for a while longer, until the troupe finished their performance and the people left as well.

Nightfall arrived.

The ground on the south bank was covered in red firecracker paper, and the servants began the cleanup work.

He Lingchuan also intended to leave, when a beautiful woman with a high bun walked out from behind the canna lilies by the river, her jade pendants jingling, followed by several guards.

At first glance, she was only in her early forties, graceful and luxurious.

As soon as He Lingchuan saw her, his footsteps stopped: Qingyang had finally appeared! "Supervisor," He Lingchuan greeted her with enthusiasm. "The foundation laying for the Youhu Villa is very lively today; it's a pity you were not here, Supervisor."

He guessed that Qingyang must have returned, because He Yang had just left Youhu in a hurry.

Now, He Yang was standing behind Qingyang.

Fan Shuang also followed and bowed to Qingyang.

The guests who came to show support had long since returned; they were just there to go through the motions and complete their tasks, and they didn't have such a great addiction to listening to plays. Now, on the shores of Youhu, there were only He Lingchuan, Fan Shuang, and the others.

Fan Shuang was very surprised that Supervisor Qingyang had waited until this time to return to Youhu.

He even felt that the Supervisor had intentionally avoided the villa's foundation-laying ceremony.

However, was this possible? The Supervisor entered and exited the royal court and the monarch's imperial study as if there were no one there; how could she avoid a small foundation-laying ceremony?

It is said that one does not hit a smiling face, but Qingyang's gaze toward He Lingchuan was very indifferent: "For your own good, put away these little tricks of playing smart. King Yao is not the Crown Prince of Chiyan; he will not take responsibility for you to the end. One day, when he pushes you out to die, he won't even say a word."

She was warning He Lingchuan.

Was He Xiao trying to repeat his old tricks? He had been playing both sides and maneuvering in every way in Lingxu City to survive under Qingyang's nose; did he want to do the same after coming to Tianshui City? But his backer had changed.

Fushan Yue was really good to He Xiao, always protecting him wholeheartedly in Lingxu City and exerting ninety percent of the Chiyan Crown Prince's status and ability; but King Yao was not a reliable thigh. Based on Qingyang's understanding of him, as long as the timing was right, he wouldn't mind selling He Lingchuan out.

Fan Shuang was sweating profusely; was this something he should be hearing?

The Supervisor was criticizing the monarch; should he speak up to refute her? But he didn't want to attract the Supervisor's attention at all.

He Lingchuan's smile remained unchanged: "Why does the Supervisor say that? I just bought a piece of land from the royal family to build a building."

Was this kid going to oppose her to the end? "The biggest taboo in life is to overestimate one's own strength; some muddy waters are not for you to wade in." Qingyang also smiled, her gaze gradually becoming sharp. "When I was in Lingxu City, I wanted to ask, what exactly are you after?"

She still couldn't confirm whether He Lingchuan was working for Shuangye.

If not, why did he have to oppose her? People like He Xiao must have goals and reasons for their actions.

He Lingchuan also withdrew his smile and said seriously: "Actually, I also want to ask the Supervisor: with your age and experience, you should have been enjoying your old age long ago, yet you still have to labor in a foreign land. What exactly are you after?"

"I am also doing this for the good of Yao." Qingyang looked him up and down and shook her head. "Good words cannot persuade a ghost that is destined to die; you and... are both the same. Sigh, it's a pity for your talent!"

Having said that, she sighed with regret and turned to walk onto the bridge.

He Yang glanced at He Lingchuan gloomily and followed closely behind.

He Lingchuan watched their backs cross the bridge and disappear behind the trees.

He knew that the opportunity to shake hands and make peace with Qingyang had been missed by himself just like that.

"Brother Fan, let's go, let's go eat." He Lingchuan rubbed his belly. "Busy all day, I'm hungry."

"Oh, okay." Actually, Fan Shuang had no appetite. Standing next to He Xiao and facing Supervisor Qingyang, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

The Supervisor's prestige was even greater than the King's.

He Xiao was indeed an extraordinary person, still able to act as if nothing had happened.

He Lingchuan said to him again: "By the way, I want to buy a house in the suburbs of Tianshui City to live in. Could Brother Fan help me inquire about it?"

"Small matter." Fan Shuang was eager for He Lingchuan to have tasks for him. "What are your requirements for size, price, and location?"

"I think nine out of ten of them are here for the Youhu villa." Fan Shuang said to He Lingchuan. "If nothing else, it's good to watch the excitement."

Fan Shuang agreed readily: "Leave it to me."

Returning to the post house, the Soul-Sucking Mirror asked He Lingchuan: "Hey, you still want to live in Tianshui City for a long time?"

As He Lingchuan's intimate mirror, it knew very well what its master had come to Yao for.

They were just passersby; why did its master suddenly think of buying a house? "This is the place the Flash Gold people yearn for most; what's the problem with me wanting to buy a house?"

"Then Lingxu City is the place people all over the world yearn for most; why didn't you buy a house there?"

He Lingchuan poured hot water into the washbasin: "In Lingxu City, everyone knew I would leave soon, so there was no need for me to buy a house there."

The superficial reason for his trip to Lingxu City was to assist with the anti-aging medicine case. Once the case was finished and the reason was used up, he slipped away.

"What about Tianshui City?"

"I represent the Yangshan Chamber of Commerce, coming here to expand business routes and build connections; I will inevitably have some achievements. If I don't even buy a house and just stay in the post house all day, King Yao will suspect that I want to run away at any time, and he will inevitably watch me even more closely."