Daming prepares the emperor

Chen Youliang belongs to Wuchang.

Zou Fu.

It was raining heavily, and in the dark night, the raindrops falling down in a continuous line flashed continuously. When they crackled and hit the ground, the splashed water was the only whiteness in the night.

This white is icy, not like the transparent white of water, but like some kind of cold metal poured on the ground.

Oil lamps were lit in the study.At some point, the window was blown open a crack, the strong wind poured in, the flame flickered violently in the bottle, and it was about to go out.

At this moment, the door was pushed open suddenly, and a figure rushed in, staggered to the table, grabbed the oil lamp and dragged it inside, closing the window.

He was wearing a black dress, which was soaked and stuck to his body tightly, like seaweed sticking to the outside of a rice ball, dripping water continuously.The exposed skin was pale due to the weather, and the knuckles were white from the cold, and it was very strenuous to bend them.

This person has an ordinary appearance, but his demeanor has the elegance of a scholar, a bit bold and unrestrained, and has a melancholy and tired look, so his temperament is very eye-catching.

The flames stabilized, and the light gradually became bright again. As people walked around, it gradually illuminated the inside of the room.

There is only a bed, a cabinet, and a set of tables and chairs in the room. Other than that, there are bookshelves that occupy three walls, all of which are filled with books. Not only are there books on the side, but also books on the books. There are also a lot of paper stuffed inside, layer upon layer, densely packed, taking up all the space that can be occupied.

The drenched man put the oil lamp on the top of the cabinet, sat down on the stool, and took out two pieces of letter paper from his sleeve with trembling hands.

There are some wet spots on the paper, but they are well protected and don't interfere with reading.

These two pieces of paper were the reason why he was in such a mess. In the closely guarded city of Wuchang, it was not easy to get them while avoiding Chen Youliang's monitoring.

"Brother Fu wrote it..." he murmured, "Brother Fu was sent to Xiaogushan to garrison."

After reading this page, he was in a daze for a while, and then quickly looked at the next page. After reading ten lines at a glance, his face turned pale with fright, and he couldn't even hold the letter paper in his hand, letting it fall to the ground.

The letter stated that Brother Fu, that is, Fu Youde, planned to go to Zhu Yuanzhang with Ding Pulang.

"It's a wise move." Zou Pusheng pondered for a moment, sighed, stared at the vast night outside the window in a daze, his eyes gradually filled with confusion.

He was almost the only one left among the generals who rebelled in the past.

Eight years ago, Xu Shouhui came to him and said that he wanted to make some weapons so that he could make great achievements.

At that time, I was just a blacksmith boy, no matter what the consequences, I readily agreed, after a lot of hard work, although I have become a grand master now, but this grand master is the grand master of a big man, not Xu Shouhui, but the one who killed Xu Shouhui Chen Youliang's grand teacher!

Thinking of Xu Shouhui's head hung high on the city wall, Zou Pusheng felt a pain like suffocation.There is not only nostalgia for him, but also regret that there is no achievement and no way out.

The people in charge of the Tianwan regime have changed, from Xu Shouhui to Ni Wenjun to Chen Youliang. It is true that when everyone is in power, he is the grand master, but what is the use of this!

There are many factions within the Red Turban Army, one counts as the other, all fighting for power and profit, and when will it be possible to recover the Han people? Besides, Chen Youliang, who blatantly killed the master, was unfaithful and unrighteous, how could he convince the soldiers? Dayi, ridiculous... It's shameful!

Zou Pusheng slammed the table hard, and leaned back in the chair slumped. The aftereffects of the rain came slowly. His body was hot and cold, as if he had a serious illness.

After a while, he got up from the chair, changed into new clothes indiscriminately, threw away the old clothes, and lay down on the bed without turning on the lamp.

No one knows if he fell asleep, if he stayed up all night with his eyes open, or if he rested helplessly in the chaos.

But at this moment, Chen Youliang did not sleep. He was lying on his exquisitely crafted gold-carved dragon bed, hugging the charming beauties, sipping fine wine, and waiting for someone comfortably.

On the long street outside the imperial palace, the rainwater hit the blue-gray tiles of every household, flowing down the cracks, and the river water generally flowed and washed on the bluestone slabs.

The trees shook and their branches and leaves fell.

The doors and windows of the houses on the side of the road are tightly closed, and some people even use thick millstones to withstand the outermost gates.Because they were all terribly afraid.

A thunderbolt struck, resounding through the heaven and earth, as if to split the dark sky.

At the end of the long street, there was a slight sound suddenly.In the sound of pattering rain, it is particularly noticeable.

A white sedan chair suddenly appeared, and four bearers carried it forward. In the heavy rain, their figures were all blurred, five in one, forming a mass of white shadows, which could only be glimpsed in the thunder and lightning to a few minutes.

They gradually approached, approached, and when they came to a window sill, the child in the room burst into tears.

His parents hurriedly covered his mouth with hands and quilts, ignoring the child's blushing face, and stared out the window in horror.

The sedan chair outside the window stopped for a moment, and another bolt of lightning struck. The two people in the room clearly saw the appearance of the man in the sedan chair, their eyes widened, their teeth were gritted, and they were trembling. Don't dare to breathe anymore.

The people carrying the sedan chair were obviously four paper men, and the sedan chair was also made of white paper, pale and pale, with no curtains, only a ceiling, and the man sitting inside was dressed in white, with a bloodless and expressionless face, almost like a man. dead!

The dead man, that is, Gao Bailing raised his eyes and looked lightly, and said calmly: "Go on, the child is just crying."

The four paper figurines lowered their heads and continued to move forward, looking towards the palace with their empty eye sockets.

A few guards were standing guard outside the palace gate. They saw shadows from a distance and looked at each other with fear on their faces. Go push that heavy door.

Gao Bailing stepped on the stool he had brought and got off the sedan chair. The guard holding the umbrella for him on his left had already started to tremble, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his hands trembled unconsciously.

He couldn't help but look up, unexpectedly, he had a cheek-to-cheek encounter with the paper figurine, and immediately trembled like a rabbit lifted out of ice water, and accidentally dropped a drop or two of water on the umbrella while the oil-paper umbrella was tilted to and fro. Gao Bailing's head.

With a plop, the tall and strong guard knelt on the ground and said in a panic, "Subordinate, this subordinate didn't do it on purpose!"

But he forgot that he was still holding the umbrella, and when he knelt down like this, the umbrella disappeared and was blown by the strong wind and disappeared in midair. Drenched.

Everyone's heart tightened, they closed their eyes, and couldn't bear to look directly at the next tragedy.

Unexpectedly, Gao Bailing didn't say anything. He just used his fingers to brush away the wet hair hanging in front of his face, and stepped into the door step by step.

The guard trembled even more. It was not until after a long time that he realized that he was intact, and then he collapsed to the ground with his legs limp, and sat down in the puddle.

In the palace, incense curled up.

"You're here, sit down."

Chen Youliang patted the woman on the back, signaling her to leave.

The woman stood up obediently, picked up the clothes on the bed and draped them over her body. Before she left, she gave the person a curious look, which made her pale with fright, and immediately quickened her pace, staggered, almost fell to the ground, and simply The screen was not far away, and after doing this two or three times, he finally escaped.

After watching her enter the screen, Chen Youliang sneered after hearing her walk away: "Look, you scared her."

Gao Bailing sat down in silence, the rain rolled down his clothes, dripped on the ground, and pooled under the chair, reflecting light in the dark.

"I want Yujia to go to Yingtian Mansion personally, will you go?"

"Ying Tian? Ying Tian is hard to fight."

"That's right." Chen Youliang said, "It's difficult, but I have already written a letter to Zhang Shicheng, asking him to send troops together. I think there is still a chance to attack Yingtian with him."

"Zhang Shicheng is timid and indecisive, he seems to have courage, but he has no plans and is useless."

"At least he still has some soldiers, and it's not bad to use them to strengthen his momentum."

Gao Bailing didn't speak.

"What? You don't want to?" Chen Youliang leaned against the wall, with one leg bent and the other straight, with half of his chest bare, in a casual posture, "The snake and the ghost haven't come back, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid." Gao Bailing said flatly.

"Then what are you worried about?" Chen Youliang smiled, leaning forward and squinting at him, "The tricks of the gods and ghosts are useless, why not attack from the front?"

"It's not that the childbirth ghost has not stolen the child, but has already succeeded."

Chen Youliang was stunned for a moment, and his face gradually sank.

"After the snake demon followed my instructions, it took the child and fled to the bank of the Qinhuai River, but was killed there."

"Who did it."

"It might be Liu Bowen." Gao Bailing said, "Or it might not be him. I'm not good at divination."

"Qingtian Liu Ji...does he have that ability?" Chen Youliang said, "The snake demon you sent has been around for 700 years, right?"

"Although she has Taoism, she has exhausted all her potential in order to transform into form, so it can't be counted like that."

Gao Bailing's eyes were gray, and when he looked at others, they seemed to be empty without focus, not to mention that now he just opened his eyes and didn't see anything.

That kind of gray is like a heavy fog at night, with a hint of black in the gray, so gloomy that you can't see clearly or understand clearly, and you feel flustered when you look at it.

His eyes are foggy, and his figure is as void and gloomy as fog.

"Liu Ji has always been famous. I heard that he met a white ape on the mountain and got a book from the heavens. From then on, he knew astronomy and geography. He can observe feng shui and predict hexagrams." Gao Bailing paused, and a smile appeared on his pale face. , "He also knew Zhang Zhong and asked him about fortune-telling."

"Iron Crown Taoist Zhang Zhong?"

"Yes."

Chen Youliang thought for a while and said, "I know this person, but I seem to remember something else."

He didn't have to think about it.

Gao Bailing remembered for him: "Zou Pusheng and Zhang Zhong are good friends."

The atmosphere fell silent, and after a long time, Chen Youliang asked, "Do you think he colluded with Zhu Yuanzhang?"

"Since Xu Shouhui's death."

As soon as Xu Shouhui said the words, the muscles on Chen Youliang's face trembled violently.

If someone else mentioned these three words in front of him, they would definitely be dragged out and chopped, but the person who said these words was Gao Bailing, so Chen Youliang endured it and gritted his teeth as if nothing happened.

"Since Xu Shouhui's death, many people in the big man have been secretly dissatisfied, such as Fu Youde, it was really a mistake for you to send him to Xiaogushan."

"Fu Youde..." Chen Youliang murmured, he didn't really care about Gao Bailing's words in his heart, he was a decisive person, he would not listen to one side, let alone decide the future of a general just because of one person's words.

Even if this person is Gao Bailing whom he currently favors very much.

Gao Bailing turned his head sideways, his long crow-colored hair hung down softly onto his sleeves, and said calmly, "Fu Youde and Zou Pusheng also have a very good relationship."

"I know." Chen Youliang said, "You don't understand the importance of Zou Pusheng. He is a Taoist, and I can be regarded as partial to you. If he is no longer used, what will the Taoists think?"

Gao Bailing was indifferent, but it could be seen that he had a bit of disdain: "What do they think, I never take it seriously."

"Hmph." Chen Youliang smiled coldly, "Are you going or not?"

"If His Majesty insists on me going, I will naturally not be absent."

"Okay, I'll send someone to call you when the time comes."

"Yes."

"You go."

Gao Bailing got up and left.A little eunuch came in from outside the palace gate, first knelt down and kowtowed a few times, then knelt on the ground, took a cloth and began to wipe the water stains on the ground.

Chen Youliang raised his head, closed his eyes for a while, and suddenly asked, "Has the grand master gone out today?"

The little eunuch respectfully said: "After going out for a while, he came back immediately. It seems that he took something. The servant said that he saw the grand master sprinkled something out of the window. When he went to see it, it had already melted with the rainwater. Burnt paper ashes."

paper ashes.

It is a letter.

Someone must have secretly written to him.

boom -

The white lightning was like a snake crawling, splitting across the entire sky.

In the dark room, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

Zou Pusheng got up suddenly, threw off the quilt on his body, and the yellow talisman he had been holding tightly in his hand ignited without fire and turned into a pile of ashes.

The sweat on his face fell drop by drop on the quilt, and was absorbed silently, leaving a dark round shape.

Escape, if you want to escape, you must leave Wuchang!