There is a side house in Huaiyangguan Duhu Mansion. It is rumored that sour scholars gather together, and the sourness is not smellable. They are full of officials the size of sesame seeds and mung beans. , this side house is rarely visited by people.
It is different from what the outside world imagined. The inside of the partial house is not deserted, only some old scholars gathered together and sighed. On the contrary, the place is very popular, and the appearance of many young faces makes the house look particularly vibrant. There are situation maps hanging on the east and west walls of the house. There are not only the frontier geography of the three states of Beiliang, but also maps depicting the two states of Longyao and Gusai in Beimang. Old and old, the east wall hangs old, and the west wall hangs new.
In the room, two people sit at a table, and there is always one person standing and waiting at the table with a pen, responsible for recording some words. Those desks are full of local chronicles and secret documents of Beimang, many of which may not even be available in the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Households of the Southern Dynasty. The reason why the east and west walls are divided into new and old is a suggestion made by a younger student in the house. Since the enemy commander Dong Zhuo has been standing still and has not shown the slightest sign of wantonly dispatching troops, Beiliang might as well start from the Beimang border these years. The army explores the clues of the changes in the two bordering states of Liangmang, circles the cities and towns that have increased their troops in recent years, and those new post roads that have been opened up with a lot of money, and focuses on finding out the military exercises on the border of Beimang over the years. site. The young man who gave this advice was surnamed Yu. He heard that he was a loafing scholar who went to Liang from other places. Miscellaneous officials, there are six or seven other officials, there are local generals in Beiliang who have read military books for the first time and are full of bookishness, and there are also young people with the same roots as Yu. Son, your heart is higher than the sky and your life is thinner than paper.
Most of the older seniors in this room are frustrated people who have not made it in the officialdom. They have one thing in common, that is, their necks are stiff and their knees are even harder, and they don't know how to bow their knees. He couldn't help talking and pointing Jiangshan, and then suddenly one day, he was taken to the border by the spies from Fushuifang. They couldn't even say hello to their family members, and disappeared out of thin air. They were terrified at first, thinking that they were about to be beheaded by the moody big devil Chu for fun, but later they realized that they were helping to analyze the situation of the battle, and they gradually calmed down. It is not a good job to help Lord Duhu, but he has neither official position nor salary. The boring official business can also bear the temper, and Chu Lushan's name is too scary, everyone is conscientious, afraid that one day Chu Lushan will think that he is an official who is unwilling to do his best, and then he will be clicked Chop off the head.
The outsiders who often come in and out of this room are the guys who came out of the Fushui room, and they kept sending strange things to the people in the house, including the documents on the recent promotion of the Southern Dynasty military department, the records of the household department on the degree of food and grass consumption in various places, Even on some papers of different textures, the repair funds specific to which beacon tower and which post road were written. And these Fushuifang spies came and went in a hurry, entered the house without saying a word, put down the files and secret records, and then left silently, never looking sideways. Mr. Hong, who is temporarily in charge of the house, said in private that they are all ruthless people who kill without blinking and sleep without closing their eyes. Older people, like Lord Hong, believe in doing more and less talking, and at most occasionally express a few words, while young people like Yu Dezhi, are more newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, dare to speak freely in the room, and go to Liangshi when they are young. Li Yu and his father, Zhao Ying, the county magistrate of Lingzhou, had a big quarrel two days ago over whether the Northern Mang army would attack Liuzhou or pretend to attack Liuzhou. Even Master Chu was alarmed.
At dusk, Mr. Hong, with poor eyesight, started to light an oil lamp even if he was sitting in the window with the best light. Then when he twisted his neck, he heard the usual soft footsteps. When he turned his head and looked, it was a face The extremely young and immature Fushuifang spy, after entering the house, handed an item in his arms to Mrs. Wang Guifang who was in charge of receiving the items. Master Hong is no longer so afraid of these people in the shadows who once made all the officials in Beiliang feel creepy. I bought a shiny golden life-saving talisman, what's there to be afraid of? But it is absolutely impossible to say that Mr. Hong has a good impression of these people, not only him, but most of the people in the house don't want to have anything to do with Fushuifang.
Mr. Hong accidentally discovered that his old friend Wang Guifang waited for the young spy to walk out, revealing a carefully concealed dislike and unhappiness on his face, holding the thing with his fingers, and quickly put it on the desk of the younger generation Yu Dezhi.
Master Hong stood up, pretending to look at the map on the wall, passed by Yu Dezhi's desk, and caught a glimpse of a book page that should have been torn off casually, most of which was soaked in blood, but the blood had dried.
Lord Hong shook his head helplessly, these spies from Fushui House are not particular about it, the things that are delivered every now and then are either crumpled, as if they have been lifted out of the water, or they can still be shaken out. The grit came, and this time it was even more exaggerated, and it was still stained with blood.
In the twilight outside, the young spy raised his arm, wiped his eyes hard, then walked down the steps and strode away.
The spy saw a young man in plain clothes standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at each other. The spy's eyes were full of hidden vigilance, and his intuition told him that if the guy in front of him was an enemy, he would probably have to die. The two passed by, and even if the young spy knew that this person could appear in the Protectorate's Mansion, which Master Chu was personally watching, he would definitely not be a spy from Beimang. But the young man still bent down slightly imperceptibly, with one hand tucked into the sleeve, and when the distance between the two opened, he felt relieved and found that the palm of his hand holding the dagger was covered with sweat. The young spy is a little curious, that guy is not very old, why can he subconsciously put on the posture of facing a big enemy
When Xu Fengnian quietly walked into the room, Wang Guifang, who had a book case near the door, raised her eyelids, thinking she was another Fushui house spy, she stood up and stretched out her hand.
Xu Feng asked in a young voice, "Where is the thing that was delivered just now?"
That Yu Dezhi raised his head suddenly, and was about to speak when he saw the King of Beiliang shaking his head slightly when he saw the private interviewer in a micro-clothes, he just stood up knowingly, and handed the paper to Xu Fengnian.
He is Yu Luandao, the eldest grandson of the Yu family, a wealthy family in the Central Plains, and his alias Yu Dezhi. As long as he wants to get an official position, regardless of others, Hu Kui, the governor of Liangzhou who is deeply respected by Xu Fengnian, can give him a regular fourth-rank general. The piece of paper that Yu Luandao handed to Xu Fengnian was a page from the famous collection of essays "Little Window Leisurely Love" written by Liu Jingsheng, a writer in the old Southern Tang Dynasty. No matter how valuable it is, the text on the page is also very popular, but the line of hastily written words added at the back of the page may not be worth a thousand dollars, but it is definitely more expensive than the life of the person who wrote it.
Before the battle, kill the scouts first.
But many people don't know one thing, the spy will die before the watch. And it will only die silently, not even tragic.
Yu Luandao wanted to explain those scattered and obscure words, and he should explain why in series in the unique secret file of Fushuifang. Outsiders don't know that Fushuifang has an extremely hidden "Book of Interpretation of Characters", and different dead men and spies correspond to their own interpretations, so even if a piece of confidential information is intercepted by Bei Mang, it is still meaningless. The spy who sent this page was codenamed Twenty-Four in Fushuifang, and Yu Luandao needed to read Chapter Twenty-four in the "Book of Jiezi" on his desk to get the exact content.
Xu Fengnian remained silent, holding the page tightly, walked to the wall, and looked up at a map of the situation in Gusai Prefecture.
Mr. Hong was at a loss, unlike those scrupulous Fushui house spies who guessed whether this person might be a general's younger brother who was related to some important figure in the Governor's Mansion, otherwise he would not be able to enter the house. Depending on the situation, Yu Dezhi, whom he and Wang Guifang privately described as "depressed and unwilling to meet the occasion", is probably acquainted with this person. Master Hong tugged at Yu Dezhi's sleeve, and said softly, "Xiao Yu, is this your friend? This is not in compliance with the rules. If Master Protector finds out, you and I will bother walking around..."
Yu Luandao said softly: "It's okay."
Master Hong, who is usually easy-going, can't help being impatient. The rules set by Chu Duhu are bigger than the sky at the border of Beiliang. You, a little scholar, say it's okay? At that time, everyone in the room will be implicated by Yu Dezhi, who broke the rules!
Master Hong was about to remind the young man that it was time to leave the house, when suddenly he heard the man muttering, "Historians are unlucky and the country is lucky, but the country is not prosperous and poets are prosperous..."
Mr. Hong, who had studied hard in Han Chuang for many years, immediately understood that this was not a passage written by Liu Jingsheng, a master of prose in the old Southern Tang Dynasty, in "Xiao Chuang Lei Qing".
Next, Master Hong saw the young man gently smoothing the wrinkled pages and handing them back to Yu Dezhi.
After Yu Luandao took the page, he handed it to Mr. Hong, and said calmly: "Mr. Hong, this page can be filed. The text on the page has been deciphered by my subordinates. Later, Mr. Lao will ask someone to send it to Chu Duhu's study. .”
Master Hong took the pages of the book and glanced at them. He didn't have a deep impression on them, but felt that the words were drawn bluntly and the turning point was stagnant.
It is really unsightly for women to play with knives and men to embroider.
Master Hong suddenly raised his head for no reason, and saw the young man looking at him expressionlessly, which made the adult terrified.
But soon the young man laughed, and said softly: "Do you think the words on the page are a bit unsightly?"
Mr. Hong, who had been seen through his mind, smiled awkwardly, unable to answer.
The man didn't care about anything, but raised his voice slightly, "Masters in the room have worked hard."
After saying this, Mr. Hong saw him go straight to the door before he could slander him.
Mr. Hong first saw Wang Guifang standing at the door dumbfounded, and then he saw Chu Lushan, the Northern Liang Guard standing outside the house, Yuan Zuozong, commander of the cavalry, Yan Wenluan, commander of the infantry, and many people behind him. Mr. Hong no longer dared to look any further. up.
If this wasn't shocking, what made Lord Hong's scalp tingle even more was the young man who just crossed the threshold and walked out.
Outside the house, the small group of people who deserved to be the most powerful in Beiliang are making way for him.