The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 5: Don’t think, don’t wait

Youzhou is turbulent, and Yihe is the center of the ups and downs. In this tragedy, in Yihe City alone, there are 24 surnames and more than forty generals and families who have suffered, and they killed in Yihe city on the spot. There are no fewer than 700 people in this place, and most of the people who are not dead are in the frontier. At the beginning, Zhiqu chose to protect himself from the local snake. According to the continuous reports of the spies, the resentment is not big now. It is very simple. If people die, they will be out of the turf. Except for the big head to be taken away by Beiliang, the remaining leftovers are also cold. Quite a lot, they were all taken over by their clansmen, who gave food and money were the mother’s rebel servants. Other housewives and maidservants who were originally coveted, and the rare and rare calligraphy and paintings sold at a low price were all practical benefits. After Xu Fengnian entered the city, he raised the curtain several times and looked out, and he could see many cold eyes, numbness, hatred, fear, hatred, and so on.

Xu Fengnian returned to the general's residence. Song Yan and Wang Xihua have not yet returned to the mansion. Yihe ends. These two Lingzhou officials temporarily transferred to Youzhou do not directly intervene in specific affairs. They are more generals Huangfuping and Shishi. Wang Peifang’s two Youzhou chief officials presided over. Xu Fengnian didn’t know how their political opponents could get together. At that time, he made up his mind to call this collaborator to Youzhou, deliberately let Song Yan act as Youzhou. The new governor Hu Kui, who served as an assistant general, is not the Hu Kui who has made outstanding achievements in Liangzhou governor’s post. It is an inevitable trend for the four states of Beiliang Road in the future. Civil and military complements and mutual checks and balances are inevitable. This trend is not only Confined to the superficial two positions of general and governor, as for Wang Xihua, who excels in literary knowledge in Beiliang, he is a bit like a "Chongxi" for Youzhou where the blood and blood are constantly changing, and Qingludong Academy also needs to be a place in the literary world. Everything is difficult at the beginning. When the scholars go to Liang, it is impossible to squeeze them into the Beiliang officialdom at once. This is a relatively gradual process. Moreover, there are many scholars who are indiscriminate and shake off in the sieve of the academy. Fan, in order to distinguish a roughly accurate three-six-nine class. Xu Fengnian was sitting in Huangfuping's unusually simple study room. There were not a lot of books to mention, and even the decorations were not available. It was a bleak and cold room, and indeed resembled Huangfuping's temperament.

Xu Fengnian was flipping through an obscure photo book, without raising his head and saying, "Come in."

The surname of the person entering the house is Liu, the leader of the spy in Yihe City. He reported to the King of Beiliang about what he had gathered today, which were all fragmentary talks between the two of Song Yan and Wang Xihua. It turned out that after witnessing the blood in Youzhou, the two knew the cause of the incident. They had no objection to the disposition of the Huang clan in Yihe. However, there was a serious disagreement between the two on the issue of the house-copying by a guest in the restaurant. Wang Xihua insisted that the six Fifteen people who heard about the book, no matter the people or the tyrants, were guilty of impropriety by the king of Beiliang. Song Yan, who has always admired the legalist school, thought that everyone was guilty of crimes. The two rushed to Youzhou without accident. Song Yan Wang Xihua is in charge of the education and administration of a state. If the two cannot dispute, they will have a betting agreement. If Wang Xihua wins, the two will exchange official positions, and Song Yan actually said that he will win without error. But when Wang Xihua sees him in the future, Song Yan must hold the official to pay courtesy to Shangguan.

Hearing this, Xu Fengnian put down his book and said with a smile: "The two adults are really leisurely and elegant. It is impossible for 65 people to check the past one by one."

Liu Dianzi whispered: "Not so, Wang Xihua only chose three people."

Xu Fengnian nodded and said: "Book business is angry, because I am afraid that victory will not be martial. You continue to say, which three people have been selected."

The unsurprisingly handsome Yihe spies said respectfully: "They are Cao Sheng, the son of the Cao family of Yihe, Qi Fengnian, the treasurer of Qi Ji's silk shop, and the villager Han Laicai. Among the three, Cao Sheng is Jingyixuan Restaurant. Cao’s old patron, Cao is the last of the Yihe generals. Qi Fengnian is a door-to-door son-in-law, who has a good reputation on Yihe West Street. Han Laicai pretends to enter the building to buy wine and drink, but he is shy in his pocket and hides behind to take the opportunity. Listen to the storytelling. Song Yan and Wang Xihua carefully looked through the files after betting on these matters. Wang Xihua selected three people from a stick of incense, and Song Yan nodded his approval."

Xu Fengnian got up and said: "Wang Xihua believes that human heart is good and everyone has compassion. What Song Yan has learned is that human nature is evil. The dispute between the two is not a dispute between moral articles, but after all, it is beyond books. The battle between people’s hearts. To my guess, the loser is definitely that the moralist Wang Xihua lost, but the old fox Song Yan would not win. If he were to change it and look for good deeds from the wicked, Song Yan would naturally lose. Song Yan will not agree to such a bet."

The spy leader surnamed Liu hesitated and said with courage: "From the humble position, Song Yan is not invincible. Except for the two murders of Cao Sheng, like that rich Jia Qi During the harvest season and the villagers, Han Laicai, according to the law, he should have been in prison."

Xu Fengnian shook his hand, "In places like Beiliang, chivalry is heavy, but chivalry is not necessarily heavy. It is easy to commit a crime, but it is difficult to not commit a crime."

The spy was silent.

Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Many families in Yihe City are busy fishing for oil and water this time, Liu Jingxing, you might as well cut some gold and silver from them and treat them as your brothers. There is no reason for your hard work. Those who do things are staring, those who don’t do things take advantage of them. Forgive them for not letting their mouths spit out some fat. However, I have agreed with you in advance that this time is just a special case, not your new rules for doing things in the future."

Liu Jingxing grinned and happily, there was still not the slightest cunning that a savvy spy should have in the impression of outsiders, but it became more and more honest and simple, where he looked like a cold spy who called the name of Song Yan Wang Xihua directly. Xu Fengnian continued to pick up the book, and Liu Jingxing said goodbye with interest. When he crossed the threshold and gently closed the door, he caught a glimpse of a young girl from the corner of his eye, which shocked him. From beginning to end, Liu Jingxing didn’t notice such a thing. The girl, with her golden hairpin slanting her head, squatted next to a half-person tall blue and white porcelain vase, looking at Liu Jingxing. Liu Jingxing quickly narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and closed the door completely. Not long after Liu Jingxing left, Song Yan from Lingzhou knocked on the door for the time being. Xu Fengnian held the book and pointed to the chair opposite the table. Song Yan sat down calmly, and Xu Fengnian joked: "We Wang Gongcao really is himself Head into your trap."

Song Yan is not surprised that what happened today was known by the spies. During this period of time, Yihe City’s eyeliners were all over, and he and Wang Xihua were eye-catching. It was reasonable. Song Yan said helplessly: "Wang Xihua was originally Even if the civil servants on the Beiliang Road are relatively well-rounded, it can be seen that the governance of Beiliang has a long way to go."

Xu Fengnian smiled at girl Hehe: "Thank you, bring two jugs of wine."

The girl left quietly, and she really returned with two pots of green ant wine. Xu Fengnian and Song Yan each had a pot of wine. Xu Fengnian said with emotion: “I knew the truth about being a family member before, but I had to really sit in this position. In order to realize how difficult it is to be a master, fighting against people, fighting against the wicked, like the Huang clan of Yihe, but also fighting against good people, such as Huang Chang and Wang Xihua. Even more, fighting against the heavens. In the past, listening to the rain and enjoying the snow was a pleasure. Now I have to consider the harvest from the jurisdiction. I have a stack of secret letters on hand to deal with. It is said that Song Tanglu, the official of the palace, colluded with officials to edit the genealogy for his nephew. The Lu family’s children embezzled the fertile land and were exposed, and the Lu family An elder bought a calligraphy and painting with a lot of money, but it turned out to be a fake, and it could not be returned or exchanged. A young master drank flower wine in Liangzhou, and was jealous with the seed grandson. What a good thing, logically speaking, killing both of them will save you worry. Even the youngest son of the infantry deputy commander Wei Tieshan took possessions and moved to neighboring Hezhou. He was patrolled by the illegal real gold and silver alone. Under Guan Shizu’s detention, rumors soon spread that the border soldiers insulted the daughter-in-law of the deputy commander in the frontier. There was also a respectable young captain Gu Dazu who was beaten to death outside the Guan somehow."

Song Yan said flatly: "As long as you drag your family around, there will be conflicts. There is still a gap between the husband and the wife between the father and the son, let alone such a big Beiliang?"

Xu Fengnian laughed and said: "From now on, you will be handed over to you and Hu Kui Huangfu Ping for all the administrative affairs of Youzhou. The master has been fighting for you all the time, saying that you Song Yankong has magic power. But there is no use. I hope that after you get to Youzhou, you will be able to use it."

Song Yan nodded and said: "It should be done."

Xu Fengnian did not pick up most of the remaining hip flasks, stood up, and walked out of the study with Song Yan. Song Yan left. Xu Fengnian found Wang Xihua, who was temporarily living in a side courtyard of the general’s mansion, and told him to meet him. Alone, Wang Xihua walked out of the mansion in confusion, got in the carriage, and left Yihe City to the outskirts. There is an irrigation ditch, which nurtures a fairly lush reed marsh, and the poor ridge of Beiliang real estate is quite useful. All the reeds have become the golden grass. There are a few small villages near the Reed Dang that gather by the river. The breeze is breezy and the spring is mellow. Walking on the narrow mud road, the air is full of the fragrance of green reeds. There are groups of three to five village children picking up young shoots. Xu Fengnian and Wang Xihua slowly came to a small ferry by the river, where clusters of reeds nestled gracefully, which is a rare and tender scenery in Beiliang. Xu Fengnian has an empty stem of green reeds in his hand, resembling a rough reed flute. Xu Fengnian sits on a ferry made of pebbles, blew the reed pipe and whimpered faintly. Wang Xihua did not sit down, stood by the river, thinking in his heart, probably because the young prince was dissatisfied with why he made the gambling agreement with Song Yan, and why he questioned his actions in Youzhou, but he was still half thinking about it. Because of his confidant feelings, he didn't use the usual officialdom to clean up himself.

Xu Fengnian stopped playing the reed flute, raised his head, and pointed his finger to the northeast. "There is a cold man from the north of China. He went to Beijing for seven years and finally made his mark. The year before last he had already become the living man of the emperor and the minister. Last year, he took the exam again. Si Langzhong, assistant official secretary Zhao Youling and prime minister Yin Maochun presided over the Beijing commentary. This year, they will participate in the commentary on Liyang local fourth-grade officials. Early spring and Prince Zhao Zhuan made a private visit to the south. After returning to Beijing, the emperor personally gave the mansion and the prince. His Royal Highness and the princess were present at the same time, and the brilliance was brilliant. On the wedding night, there was a big red candle and a red hijab. The woman was a golden leaf with a surname of Zhao. This scholar is destined to be peaceful in the future. Even if he enters the pavilion to worship, it will be just around the corner. In the past seven years, there were only two secret letters to Beiliang, one for the prince’s candidate, and one for the physical condition of Emperor Zhao’s family. Such a scholar who had made great contributions to Beiliang just wrote at the end of the two secret letters. Two words, let Beiliang tell one person."

Xu Fengnian paused for a while and said flatly: "Don't read it."

"Don't wait."

Wang Xihua sighed.

Xu Fengnian continued to say slowly: "Before this scholar flew into the sky, there was a spy Zhao Gou staring here and staring for many years. So even if it is such a simple word, the one who misses, waits People still never know."

Wang Xihua asked softly: "That infatuated woman is still waiting?"

Xu Fengnian nodded, stretched out his hand and patted the ferry stone beside him, "At the beginning, she was here to send scholars to the capital for the exam, and then never married. If she missed it, she would come here to wait, because he personally promised it back then. Regardless of whether she can get fame or not, she will return home to marry her to get started."

Wang Xihua sighed sincerely: "Such a scholar, such a woman, should have become a beloved couple, it is not an exaggeration that the King of Beiliang presided over the marriage for them."

Xu Fengnian turned a deaf ear and said: "After the end of last year, women stopped coming to the ferry to wait for others."

Wang Xihua was stunned.

Xu Fengnian threw the reed empty pipe into the water~IndoMTL.com~ and did not turn his head, but stretched out his finger and pointed to the far side of Wang Xihua, "She died in the reed, and was buried there too."

Xu Fengnian put his hands into his cuffs, "I came to Youzhou and Yihe to kill people. You Wang Xihua said in my heart that I am killing innocent people. I think those powerful and innocent people are not as innocent as this woman. What's more, Such a woman, such a tragedy, can’t be counted in Youzhou. You scholars, keep your heart for the peace of the world. Xu Fengnian feels that the world is too peaceful and too far away, and the peace around you is so close. You must do it first."

Wang Xihua's face was pale.

Xu Fengnian got up, shook his sleeves, and swung a small grave facing the reed.

Turning and leaving, leaving Wang Xihua sitting on the floor slumped, Xu Fengnian said in a deep voice: "I am lucky to be a man, but don't treat others as human beings. Since I am not a man, I will kill one by one in Beiliang." /

There are more than a hundred Youzhou dead soldiers in Luweidang, thinking that they have seized the opportunity to kill the lonely king Tu Fan on the spot.

After Xu Fengnian held both hands, he finished in one go, smashing a hundred people into pieces.