Jiang Qing

"Master Hou?" Fei Yongchang sent Mei Shao away, and turned back, feeling a little uneasy.

"What are you panicking?" Ren Heyu raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Did he test my injury to you?"

"Yes." Even knowing that Ren Heyu's injury was real, Fei Yongchang still felt a little flustered, and he felt a little regretful, "Two generals died at once, and the court will never let it go. Covered up the past, but the paper can't contain the fire after all..."

"You are much less courageous." Nanyang Hou said coldly: "I didn't plan to hide it for a long time. When Mei Shao returned to the capital and the land of Pingdong was in my hands, I stepped up and sent people to explore Wudu again. We Can wait, Zhang Xiang and Young Master can't sit still. The matter has come to this point, and there is no turning back."

Fei Yongchang settled down, and replied: "Understood."

He hesitated for a while, and said, "Does Hou really believe in Ping Donghou?"

"I was a little hesitant at first, but after Mei Shao's visit today, I believe him a little bit. He is alone now, and he has come to me, so he needs to be comforted. After all, his roots in Pingdong are quite deep. With him around, it will be more convenient to penetrate into Wu." Ren Heyu sighed: "Sun Zhe is a spineless man, and his wife is still a good player. I originally wanted to keep them, but who knew they were so ignorant. At the beginning, the good-natured cooperation was unwilling, and he insisted on being the dead soul under the sword, which was really asking for death. But maybe it was true as Mei Shao said, this weak-looking Sun Zhe had long wanted to get rid of the Jiang family, otherwise how could he? As soon as something happens, he will escape through the northeast corner door with a deep plan?"

Some time ago, Ren Heyu had been sending blood ginseng to Pingdonghou's mansion. He originally wanted to drag them off the horse and start the business of smuggling salt and iron. With the handle in hand, Ren Heyu was not worried that they would not go with him It's just a pity that these two people are too rigid. They are obviously not the eagle dogs of the court, but they still have to abide by the nobility of the master.Not touching both sides, and wanting to stay out of the matter, is really a dream.

"However, Jiang Xiyue's death is not in vain. Without her, Marquis Ping Dong is not my master. He intends to surrender, but also has some usefulness. Why don't we show some grace?"

"Mei Shao came here today, didn't Sun Zhe do anything unusual?"

"No, he's been waiting for Lord Hou in the study. We didn't restrict his freedom, we just sent someone to watch him secretly. From the beginning to the end, he never stepped out of the study."

"He really doesn't trust the imperial court at all. Perhaps if it wasn't for Jiang Xiyue, Sun Zhe would have agreed to my cooperation a long time ago." Greedy eyes appeared in Ren Heyu's eyes, "But it's not too late now, as long as I Conquering the capital of Wu, removing this last obstacle, and all the southeast of the Li country is in my hands, it is not much more comfortable than being a warlord who is afraid of hands and feet."

Ren Heyu originally didn't intend to put Pingdonghou and his wife to death, but he stretched out an olive branch in every possible way, but got no response. He simply used the incident of the peasant uprising in Benzhou to explore Pingdong's military strength over the years. Knowing that without any action, not only the Marquis of Jinxi was lost, but even the land of Pingdong became his pocket, and the Marquis of Pingdong also took the initiative to come to the door that day, vaguely intending to belong to him.

These are much better than what Ren Heyu thought before the incident, maybe it really fulfilled what the nursery rhyme said, Li Guo's fate is approaching and it is difficult to turn around?

Thinking of this, Ren Heyu couldn't help showing some complacency. Thinking of the conversation between Cai Cai and Mei Shao just now, he thought of another person.

"Speak to the young master and ask him to bring some more medicine from the one in the north. At such a critical time, madam's illness can't be a hindrance."

Fei Yongchang was silent for two seconds, and said: "Actually, Mrs. Lan has used enough medicine recently, and I am afraid that she will use too much..."

"This Marquis is not afraid, what are you afraid of." Ren Heyu Linglie's eyes cast over, "I wish she could completely forget everything and stay by my side cleanly. By the way, Zhang Huailiu is still at peace. ?"

"I've been locked up alone, and I haven't been treated harshly, but he can't escape."

"That's fine, just wait and see. After all, the Jiangnan region still believes in Confucian scholars. Maybe it will be of great use in the future. He is already old, so don't raise him to death." Ren Heyu loosened his collar, looking a little impatient , "It's really tiring to pretend to be like this. My brother has lived such a life all these years? He may not be very happy."

Fei Yongchang seemed to have heard some forbidden words, and lowered his head, as if he didn't hear anything.

Ren Heyu glanced at his movements, knew what he was thinking, and laughed: "All these years, you are the only one who has been loyal to me, and you are the only one who knows what happened back then."

Fei Yongchang heard the meaning of warning in his words, and said in a serious voice: "This subordinate understands."

"Let's go." Ren Heyu took a look at his silence, and felt bored, "I'd better go see Sun Houye."

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"Master Hou has been waiting for a long time, have you slept well these few days?" Ren Heyu pushed open the study door, glanced at the person holding the scroll at the table, and asked enthusiastically.

This is a small study room in the Hou Mansion, where there are innocuous books, calligraphy and paintings stored. Sun Zhe just browsed through them at random during the waiting time. When he saw Ren Heyu coming, he put down the book of strange stories in his hand, and got up and went. After a salute, he said modestly: "I'm not considered Lord Hou now, I'm just a disciple. If the Marquis of Nanyang doesn't dislike it, just call me."

"Yan Jin, my place is not a good place to go after all. Mrs. Mei came here just now. If he knew you were here, he would be his majesty. The land of Pingdong is still your fief, so why should you stay here?" Ren Heyu never said anything. He gave a clear response to Sun Zhe's surrender, and his half-truth and half-false refusal made people feel that the Pingdong matter had nothing to do with him at all.

"What's more, Mrs. Mei is going to bury Mrs. Ling soon..." Ren Heyu glanced at his calm expression, and continued: "After returning to the capital with the body of Marquis Jinxi, Yan Jin, if I go to the capital now Go, and see you one last time."

The hands hidden in the wide robe slowly tightened, Sun Zhe chuckled lightly and said, "Will you still be short of a wife if you follow Lord Hou?"

Ren Heyu raised his eyebrows, enough probing, he understood his attitude, and he seemed to have something to say: "The land of Pingdong has just been hit by war, it is really inappropriate to work hard, in my opinion, it is still closed state Cultivation is the long-term way.”

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your reminder." Sun Zhe put his head down very low. The moment he lowered his head, his eyes darkened slightly, and his emotions were quickly covered by him.

"General Fei, give Yan Jin another place to rest, the place where he lived for the past two days is too rough."

After Ren Heyu spoke, Fei Yongchang knew what he meant, so he led Sun Zhe into the inner courtyard, chose a room that was easy to monitor, and asked him to live there.

It took some time to walk from the small study to the inner courtyard. Fei Yongchang seemed to be deliberately afraid that he would memorize the structure of the mansion, and led him to walk a long way. I don't know at which corner, Sun Zhe suddenly I heard a noise in a room to the north, followed by a hurried human voice, which was very short, only a second or two, and then disappeared.

He pretended not to hear, and turned his head slightly to see Fei Yongchang's expression, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

Sun Zhe restrained his mind and didn't say much, and followed Fei Yongchang to live in the new courtyard.

A few days later, he sent a few private letters out, and the three states of Pingdong were closed as promised, and merchants were not allowed to enter the land of Pingdong. After half a month, Ren Heyu came to Sun Zhe for the second time.

The conversation this time was much more sincere, and Ren Heyu even introduced several of his subordinates to Sun Zhe, but they didn't completely treat him as one of their own, and they only said some innocuous words.

On the way back to the house, Sun Zhe heard the sound of the house around the corner again. These days, he has gradually figured out the structure of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion. old man.

The person who can let Ren Heyu go to great lengths to confine him alone must not be a simple person.

Sun Zhe thought for a while, the bead string slipped in his hand and fell to the ground, he knelt down to pick it up, quietly buried a thin wire, and sent it under the crack of the door.

The whole movement was quick and small, Sun Zhe quickly got up and patted the dust off his body, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

That night, before he fell asleep, the inner courtyard suddenly broke out, saying that there was a thief, and they wanted to investigate each room. Sun Zhe and some other disciples were driven to the courtyard, and they were searched. They were abnormal, so they let them go back.

But Sun Zhe saw sharply that after the search soldiers left the courtyard, they headed straight for the gate.

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Relying on a little memory of living in Minzhou, Zhang Huailiu ran dodgyly for most of the night, and his physical strength was almost exhausted.

Soldiers were interrogating the city gates everywhere, and he couldn't go out, so he could only gather in a few crowded places in the city, trying to hide his traces, but he knew that if he continued like this, he would never be able to escape.

When he returned to the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, what awaited him was not just imprisonment.

He has been locked in his room for the past few days, and he has already figured out all the causes and consequences of the Benzhou incident. He is living with such an old life just to be able to tell this secret buried in his heart.

The sky was getting dark, Ren Heyu didn't make much noise at night for fear of scaring the grass, but once the day came, Ren Heyu ordered a search of the city, and Zhang Huailiu had no place to hide.

He gritted his teeth and took a gamble, and chose the city gate closest to the outskirts, pretending to be a beggar, trying to escape from under the city gate.

But when he got to the gate of the city, he found that Ren Heyu had asked someone to draw his portrait overnight for the gatekeeper to identify.

It happened that a big man in front had a dispute with someone and was blocking the city gate. The two soldiers guarding the gate were trying to persuade them to make peace. Zhang Huailiu took the opportunity to lower his waist, walked a few steps from the side, and left the city gate.

He had only walked a dozen steps, and before he could catch his breath, the voice of a soldier suddenly sounded behind him.

"That old man in front, what are you doing!"

Zhang Huailiu froze, closed his eyes, became cruel, and ran away.

The gatekeeper finally sensed something was wrong, and shouted, "Stop! Grab that old man!"

Shouting sounded like thunder from behind. Zhang Huailiu didn't even dare to turn his head. He just ran forward in a muffled voice, feeling the footsteps behind him getting closer. Someone even tugged at his waist when he rushed forward. clothes corner.

The thick fog on the riverside hadn't dissipated, and it would cover his figure. Zhang Huailiu ran forward in a panic, and when he saw the road ahead, he realized that he had run to the riverside, and there was no way to retreat.

The sound of footsteps and shouts from behind approached step by step, and the front was the Shunjiang River covered with thick fog. Zhang Huailiu frowned, gritted his teeth and jumped down.

The river water in winter was bitterly cold, and after only a few dozen strokes, he felt chills all over his body, and was dragged down by the heavy winter clothes soaked in water. The icy river water quickly flooded his nose, and the air was plundered in an instant. clean.

The moment before he lost consciousness, he suddenly felt that he was dead, drowned in the river of forgetfulness, and on the river of forgetfulness, there was a man in Tsing Yi standing on the water, with a red umbrella pinned to his waist, looking towards him come.