Luo Mengzi left Chen's house and reported to Guo Shao.
Guo Shao stayed at home in the afternoon and summoned Jingniang again. In the middle courtyard, he saw Jingniang coming in and asked directly: How much more money do you need
I'll calculate it later. Jingniang said, the main thing is the shop in the northeast of the city, which is just about to be sold out. I plan to spend money to buy it and replace it with our people.
Guo Shao also thought about it. He was now relatively well-off. In addition to the salary, there was also the rent and tax of the 3,000 acres of fertile land that Fu Ermei brought as a dowry. He also collected a lot of material goods this summer. Several people from the Fu family who were in charge of the manor happened to come yesterday and handed in the accounts; since Fu Ermei was not here, Guo Shao could also use the harvest.
Jingniang continued: There is no problem on the front street of Guo's mansion. There are three patrol teams taking turns to be on duty in the back, and there are also secret guards at three street corners.
Wait a minute. Guo Shaodao hurriedly took out a floor plan, picked up the prepared red pen and wrote and drew on it, then said without raising his head, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
Jingniang said: According to the master's idea, the main defense is in four directions. The first is the mansion, the second is the route, the third is the Zhao Mansion, and the fourth is the Iron Cavalry Army's garrison. The mansion is for military defense, and the last three places are mainly for spies. The place where the news is gathered is set up in Yuzhen Temple, because there are many people coming and going and burning incense there, so it is not easy to expose our people.
You did the right thing. Guo Shao praised, we should be on guard against the people over there, and maybe the personal soldiers under that person are quite useful.
Jingniang nodded and said: It is best not to take the same route every day, just decide on the route for the next three days temporarily to avoid others knowing the master's itinerary, and prepare early.
Then she described the various checkpoints in detail, and Guo Shao recorded them one by one, down to the minute details of how many people were there and what identities they were disguised in.
Perhaps he was a little too nervous. In ancient times, such complicated and subtle games did not seem to be popular. But he had to have some ideas: What if the emperor became critically ill in advance and the higher-ups were no longer afraid? Zhao Kuangyin would kill himself first.
This method is obviously not acceptable, but from the inference, Zhao Kuangyin would benefit greatly by killing himself. Although many generals under Guo Shao might still not obey Zhao Kuangyin, no one would build a bridge with Empress Fu in the harem, and Zhao Kuangyin's pressure was greatly reduced.
Assassinations are often recorded in history, the most famous of which is Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin; the most recent famous incident was during the reign of Emperor Xianzong of Tang, when a military governor assassinated the prime minister. I can't remember the prime minister's name, but I remember reading about it in a book. The official was very generous, riding a horse and swaggering down the street to attend court, but was shot by the assassin and then his head was cut off calmly. The cake I bought this morning is still in my hand, so pitiful.
Guo Shao didn't want to repeat the same mistake. Now that he had made arrangements, it would be difficult for anyone to attack him secretly. First of all, he was in a carriage with thick wooden boards. Without hot weapons, no one could do any harm to him remotely. He had guards at all times, and he could fight on his own. If there were fewer people, no one could do anything to him. Secondly, he could control the situation by asking for reports. Once the other party made a big move, he could get the news in advance.
No matter what, Guo Shao is very scared now. He has no intention of playing dirty tricks for the time being, but he is thinking that others should not plot against him.
Jingniang left after she finished speaking, and was going to Yuzhen Temple. Yuzhen Temple was originally hers, so she went there directly by carriage.
To the south of Daxiangguo Temple was her small Taoist temple. On the way, she had to pass Daxiangguo Temple. Just as she passed by it, she suddenly saw a man wearing a fu hat standing in the middle of the street. The driver hurriedly stopped the horse.
The man then took a few steps forward, bowed and said: "Greetings, Taoist Master Yuzhen. I am from your hometown. May I have a word with you?"
Jingniang lifted the curtain and frowned, asking: "What's your name?"
The man said: I am afraid it is not good to tell it out. Then he looked in through the window and glanced at the other two women in the car. He said again: It is not important who I am, you don’t know me, what is important is that the person who wants to see you must know you
Jingniang became nervous when she heard this, and suddenly guessed who it was. She realized that there was also Qiaoniang beside her, the widow of a soldier under Guo Shao's command; and the groom was also a member of Guo's family. Once some things were mentioned in front of Guo Shao, she was afraid that she would not be able to explain them clearly.
She was a little flustered and asked: What does he want to do
The man wearing a futou said: I just want to meet you and talk a few words with you. How about we find a place? I still remember the last time I saw him.
Jingniang was immediately furious. She was indeed a straightforward person. She immediately forgot her worries and cursed: "Get lost!"
The man wearing the futou looked stunned.
At this time, several people on horseback came riding towards them. Among them was a dark-faced man wearing a fu hat. Who else could it be but Zhao Kuangyin
Jingniang's face suddenly turned pale and blue, and she felt angry and sad.
Zhao Kuangyin came forward and sighed slightly: Now that I think about it,
"Stop talking," Jingniang interrupted him. Zhao Kuangyin ignored her objection and continued, "In fact, we two brothers and sisters don't have to treat each other as enemies."
When Jingniang heard this, her shoulders trembled.
Zhao Kuangyin said again: Why don't we find a place to talk about the past grievances and let me explain. Jingniang, think about it again. Do you think we have more gratitude or hatred? What did Zhao do to let you down
After hearing what he said, Jingniang really had no way to defend herself. He really didn't do anything to let her down. He just didn't want to do anything.
Her chest rose and fell, and she gritted her teeth and said to the groom: Let's go.
At this moment, a rider beside Zhao Kuangyin suddenly rode forward and swiftly pulled the groom down. The groom fell to the ground and screamed in pain.
Jingniang was immediately furious and jumped down from the back of the carriage, holding a long sword in her hand. With a clang, the sword was pulled out. The man who attacked was not paying attention and the distance was close. The sword was already on his neck, and a trace of blood flowed on the blade. Jingniang said coldly: If you move again, I will kill you with one sword.
Zhao Kuangyin's face suddenly changed, and he reached out to stop the follower who was about to draw his sword.
He forced a smile and said: After all, we are in Tokyo, and it will always be troublesome if we hurt the lives of the imperial guards.
With a cold look on her face, Jingniang wiped the sword blade back and forth on the shoulder scarf of the attendant who dared not move twice, then put it away and turned back to the coachman and said: Go up and drive the carriage.
Zhao Kuangyin said: You have really changed
Jingniang glanced at him and said, "You and I haven't changed. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. From now on, you'd better not come to me again. General Zhao is a well-known person, so it's better to save some face."
Good, good. Zhao Kuangyin's dark face twitched slightly and he suppressed his anger. It was too much to save face. He stepped aside and did not do anything rude.
Jingniang said to the coachman again: Turn around.