However, Cui Zhiyuan still failed to escape the pursuit of the thieves on the street. He was first invited out by the fire-headed monk in this temple "politely", saying that he dared not detain them anymore. Then he searched for Sanniang's remains on the street and tried to restrain him, but he ran into the pirate army's inspection team and was detained.
Next, he did not guard against a street servant who ran errands and said, "It's a court official, so usually those officers and soldiers don't come to Zirao..." So he cried again in the sorrowful cry of the Furong woman. , Was specifically mentioned from the crowd on the street, together with some other dejected and disheveled hapless guys, waiting for follow-up screening and disposal.
At this moment, Cui Zhiyuan was also a little frustrated and hopeless. Could it be that the next moment is the ending of these thief army beheading these old officials of the imperial court? However, in the midst of distress and panic, he was considering where his dying farewell poem should be written before it could be passed down; but he actually waited until someone brought a half-warm soup bucket and rice cake.
However, some of these banned people suddenly burst into tears and wept, saying that these thief soldiers were giving them food for no reason. Naturally, they were about to go on the road to cook a stubborn meal. Then someone rushed forward without hesitation, grabbed the meal, scooped the soup, and chewed it up; and laughed at the previous people and said, if you want to kill, why do you need to spend more of this meal in vain
Although Cui Zhiyuan is in between the two and his heart is numb, because he doesn’t know how to eat, but he can’t hold back the hunger and thirst of Weng in his belly that night, and he is also like those traffickers, walkers and coolies. The inferior people of the elder generation generally grabbed a bunch of cold rice and stuffed their stomachs, and then a little unexpectedly raised their heads and saw a familiar figure.
Because, he actually saw Zhang Qiao, the one who only wore a single shirt and ran to report to him, but the whereabouts of the Xiantong Jinshi and Qianjie Ya joined the army after the incident. They were so neatly dressed and well-dressed. Come in. Then Zhang Qiao slightly nodded and patrolled at these people with disheveled clothes, and occasionally confessed to the leader wearing a helmet next to him, and someone was taken out one after another.
And the people who were taken out also reacted in various colors, some were downcast, some were silent, some were yelling, some were pleading, and they also bowed their heads and thanked them; until Zhang Qiao saw that he was curled up at the end. After Cui Zhiyuan, who was in hiding, he showed a slightly surprised expression, and he greeted him as he was confused and didn't know what to do:
"Brother Cui Xian, fortunately you are fine..."
The next moment, Cui Zhiyuan, who had re-washed and dressed, also changed to a new speaking place with Zhang Qiao. In the Wuhou shop located at the entrance of the street, someone even brought a pot of freshly brewed tea. And drinking this kind of thick-stemmed tea soup, which is not suitable for gargle before meals, Cui Zhiyuan also asked as if he was filled with doubts and incomprehension after a lifetime:
"Why is Xiongtai like this!"
"This is a long story. Haiyun, do you still remember Luo Zhaojian from the capital?"
When Zhang Qiao heard the words, it was also inexhaustible to feel:
"Could it be that he wrote the "Selling Book" that satirizes the world, and he was one of the top ten Jiangdong ghosts of the imperial court?"
Cui Zhiyuan was surprised when he heard this:
"Now he is the missionary director of Taiping Metropolitan Government House;"
The next moment, Zhang Qiao said in a tone full of envy and disbelief:
"There is also the "Tai Ping Kuang Ji Shu" from the book "Tai Ping Liang Tong Shu". After seeing and appreciating it, you will get a special article to teach and teach everything; but all the poetry, prose, and preaching under the rule are under the jurisdiction System!"
"Wouldn't it be comparable to the main hall of the Ministry of Rites, knowing the general power of the two capitals [Gong Ju]?"
Cui Zhiyuan was dumbfounded, but he was filled with mixed feelings for a while and didn't know what it was like. As a 16-year study tour to Central-Tube and spent many years in Chang'an, I have also heard of this man who was first appreciated by the prime minister Li Wei because of his poetry and prose, but also known as the moving prime minister, Zheng Qi, was disliked because of his appearance." "Luo Jiangdong" reputation; even more familiar than Zhang Qiao, who returned to Jiuhuashan early.
"Then dare to ask Brother Jinyun here, is it because of him?"
However, with some insight, he continued to ask:
"Naturally, I am also affected by this Luo Jiangdong's light; I am ashamed to say that there have been some exchanges of words and poetry before."
Zhang Qiao nodded and sighed unabashedly:
"My generation was just a ostentation and appearance under the government of the resignation festival. In the past, it was not much use except for nothing. Naturally, there is no way to follow the Lu Biyangs and the like to do harm to melancholy. A momentary opportunity, so it has become a chance to get rid of the relationship and right and wrong!"
However, when he heard this, Cui Zhiyuan was a little bit enthusiastic; although the other party was idle and scattered and useless, but he had done a lot of flattery and echoed the poems of these dictatorships. Songfu. Then I saw Zhang Qiao continuing self-consciously:
"So it happened to be witnessed by the recent correspondence with Luo Jiangdong. Those people didn't feel embarrassed. They just posted my name to be verified... and now these Taiping thieves... The Taiping Army needs some sorting (salt). ) Inspecting the hospital, (transferred) the staff of the Transport Division's document case, for my brother, I had nowhere to settle for a while, so I reluctantly took the job...
"It's also strange to say here, these are peaceful... Army, after entering the city, it was just the residence of the Luosuo family. After he registered, he did not have more donations and search, but instead used the porridge shed to recruit a lot of poor households. Repair the gate and open the canal; instead of copying the treasury, we will seal up the case documents, pictures and histories in the yamen. It is really puzzling."
Speaking of this, Zhang Qiao looked at Cui Zhiyuan with a pleading expression:
"But it would be nice to have Haiyun with you. After all, you are serving too many responsibilities and being the masters. Compared to me waiting for idle people, but I am more familiar with the exchange of documents and the receipt of case slips, but I don't know how to help me? "
However, Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile. Is there still room for rejection at this point? It is the greatest blessing to be alive right now. What's more, according to the hint in Zhang Qiao's previous remarks, among those who were additionally taken away, there were actually some who had been cited for past situations and were to be sentenced to justice after being interrogated and convicted.
After experiencing so many things, he can also understand that Zhang Qiao's so-called exchanges with Luo Jiangdong's words and poems are just some kind of obscure modification and subterfuge. Since the chaos in Huainan continued and the Taiping thief broke the Zhenhai Jiedushi, after Jiangdong became more and more powerful, some people in the Jieda had the idea of finding another way out and looking for a turning point, and it was reasonable.
It's just that he doesn't need to point out and break it out deliberately. In fact, he still missed it a little in case; if he could ask for Furong through his own deeds, he would not be in vain for Sanniang's wholehearted thoughts.
Therefore, when the sky turned white the next day, Cui Zhiyuan, who just took a nap and his eyes were still red, appeared in the Yunsi Yamen that had changed appearance outside Yangzhou City; and cautiously. Pointing to the peacekeepers, he counted and sorted out the documents and files collected by Culi over the years, and was taken over and re-proofed by someone.
And in this brief process of getting along, Cui Zhiyuan also initially confirmed that these rumors like to massacre the city and destroy the city, and turned to kill the rich and famous, the rich and the noble, refined with the blood organs of his women and children. The magical instruments and medicines, like the demon and ghosts of the Taiping thief army, are nothing more than normal people who speak and do things very meticulously.
In other words, the demeanor and demeanor of these peaceful thieves in the daytime are more like those of the imperial court than most of the officers Cui Zhiyuan has seen before. After they entered the city to put out the fire at night, they did not even carry out large-scale looting and public search, but only sealed up some houses, searched and ransacked some people’s hideouts, and there was no excess. There was movement.
This kind of coldness and silence between helping each other in an orderly and step-by-step manner makes Cui Zhiyuan, who has become accustomed to you and me, and has no choice but to looting, or the Luo Zhiyuan who urges the people in the city to get rid of it. But after Cui Zhiyuan was busy packing the last case, he still mustered up the courage to make a request to the thief officer named Wang Yanfu who guarded them.
"In the room of a concubine in Xia Shang, alias Furong, still under the management of your ministry, can you ask Anhaohu?"
"Is it just that? It's okay to ask for you."
However, the other party only glanced at him meaningfully and agreed without hesitation. What surprised him even more was that he unexpectedly received a response after not too long. Not long after, someone brought Cui Zhiyuan to a garden that originally belonged to Luo Family, a great merchant in Yangzhou, but was favored by Lu Yongzhi and the whole family swept out of the house on the grounds of setting up altars.
It is just that the many scenic spots in Guangling City, which have experienced military fire and are still new, have become a battlefield treatment place for the Taiping Army to place the wounded. The unidentified drugs rushing to the face were mixed with the smell of old and new blood, as well as the faint groaning from the wind; Cui Zhiyuan could not help but secretly worry and worry. Could it be that the Furong girl also made some thoughts and variables, so that she fell into the period
In the next moment, he was involuntarily led through the rows of gorgeous pillars and lanyards, past the almost ubiquitous cloth strips and the pavilions covered by white sheets, and finally leaned in a small room. Stopped in the house on the outer wall, and the sergeant who led the way also said to him:
"The person you want to meet is among them, hurry up!"
Hearing these words, Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help feeling inexplicably sad and tangled in his heart, but his body couldn't wait to step in quickly; then he paused after hitting the door and opened the curtain as if he gritted his teeth. However, his call at the next moment changed its tone:
"Furong... Sanniang?!" (End of this chapter)