Changsha City, Yuelu Mountain, green mountains are faint and green waters are far away. A trickle of water flows down from the top of the mountain and flows into the Xiangjiang River.

There is a small pavilion in the mountains, with pleasant scenery. From the pavilion, you can see the beautiful scenery of Yuelu Mountain. Three middle-aged men dressed as scholars, sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea and discussing the Tao, were having a great time.

One of the beautiful beards sat in the middle was He Tengjiao, the governor of Huguang. The other two were his confidants Zhang Kuang and Fu Shangrui. These two were originally high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty, but later they were driven to Huguang by Li Zicheng. Zuo Liangyu was afraid of Li Zicheng. After raising his troops south, they welcomed He Tengjiao to take charge of Huguang. It was precisely because of this relationship that the two of them turned into Taoist officials and governors in Huguang, and the three of them held the military and political power of Huguang in their hands.

They are all literati, and they like to gather together, recite poems and essays on weekdays.

He Tengjiao stood up, and the breeze from the mountain stream blew by, blowing his long beard. He Tengjiao stroked his beard and sighed: "The evening rain in Xiangting is dark and wet, and the cold wind in the wild crossings is an ancient tree. The poem cannot be chanted in Baling, and Qu Yuan has been lisa for all ages."

Zhang Kuang smiled and said, "Who said that poetry cannot be recited in Baling? I see that Brother Yun Cong's poetry talent is no less than Qu Yuan. It's just that people love the ancients and despise the current poetry talent."

He Tengjiao looked gloomy, but said modestly: "Where is there, Zhang Yuye praised it."

Fu Shangrui was not willing to be lonely and said with a fun voice: "Brother Yun Cong doesn't have to be too humble. It's better to just write a poem to spread throughout the ages. Yu Ye and I can also benefit from it, and leave our famous works in history, haha."

He Tengjiao nodded, lowered his head and was excited to write a poem. He thought of a beginning, and was about to speak. He saw an angry person outside the pavilion rushing over. Before the person arrived, he shouted: "My three old men, Du Yinxi, fights bloody battles in Jingzhou. Why are you still in the mood to recite poems and essays in this valley?"

He Tengjiao's face suddenly changed. The person who came was Yuan Jixian, whom he least wanted to see. Yuan Jixian was the governor of the five provinces appointed by the Ming Dynasty. Later, he was trapped by Zuo Liangyu and was confusing to the Qing army and imprisoned in Jinling.

Later, Hou Xuanyan took down Jinling and released the people in the prison. Yuan Jixian did not know Hou Xuanyan, so he had to return to Huguang.

He has a high reputation here, and He Tengjiao is always wary of him, fearing that he would hinder his monopoly of power. But he and Yuan Jixian were good friends before, so they could not hide their face and drove him away.

Zhang Kuang stood up and asked loudly: "What are you saying, Lord Yuan? We are here to discuss military affairs. What official position are you? Are you going to disturb me?"

Yuan Jixianli ignored him and said to He Tengjiao: "Yun Cong, the messenger who Du Yinxi asked for help has been here for seven days. You don't see him, and you don't send a single reinforcement. When the Qing soldiers conquer Jingzhou, do you think this place can be so leisurely?"

He Tengjiao's face turned red and he said, "I only have 30,000 troops in my hand, but I am still recruited from Guangxi. Isn't it still the slaughter of someone to send it to Jingzhou?"

Yuan Jixian's fingers trembled with anger and pointed at him and said, "You are the Governor of Huguang. How many rebels in Hunan and Hubei are in Hubei? As long as you say a word, you will go to Jingzhou to fight against the Qing soldiers. The Manchus are unable to withstand the heat. Ajige led the army back to the north to escape the heat. This is a good opportunity. In Jiangnan, Hou Xuanyan has seized the opportunity and won Jinling. How can we shrink back? It is already autumn. When the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty return, do you still expect him to give you another chance?"

Fu Shangrui was Yuan Jixian's old subordinate. He dared not directly scold him like Zhang Kuang. He smiled and came out to smooth things over, saying, "Mr. Yuan, you don't know anything. Yun Cong didn't want to send troops. Think about what kind of the so-called "Zhenzhen Camp" under Du Yinxi is? It was the army of treacherous people. They broke the capital and let the late emperor hang himself in Coal Mountain. They were the real traitors. Now, letting these thieves fight with the Qing soldiers, wouldn't they kill two birds with one stone? Haha"

Yuan Jixian looked at his proud face and suddenly felt a chill from his spine to the back of his head, feeling disappointed to despair, which almost made him faint.

Yuan Jixian's eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard stood up, and he shook his fingers and squeezed out two words at the three people: "Silly Donkey!"

The three people's faces changed drastically at the same time. They considered themselves scholars and gentle officials. Who knew that Yuan Jixian, a former senior official, actually cursed like a rural villager, making them feel ashamed to join him.

Yuan Jixian, who was extremely angry, left without even looking at the three of them again.

Seeing that the Governor's interest was disturbed, Fu Shangrui hurriedly said, "After this man was arrested, he was unconscious, and he might have been scared by the Qing soldiers. We don't need to be as knowledgeable as him, and we have no ability to demote ourselves."

He Tengjiao snorted coldly and said, "He has a great reputation in Huguang. If he goes out to talk nonsense, it may be very unfavorable to us."

A sharp look flashed in Zhang Kuang's eyes and said, "If we are usually the pure ones who are pure, and let him go out to talk nonsense, why bother to pay attention to him? But now that the country is in trouble, he harms us, isn't it just harming our Ming Dynasty and the country. It's better..."

He Tengjiao carried his hands on his back and nodded. Zhang Kuang's eyes were gloomy and he attracted a guard outside the pavilion and whispered.

Yuan Jixian, who had gone down the mountain, was in a daze. Jingzhou was in danger. Once the city broke through 200,000 soldiers of Zhongzhen Camp and Du Yinxi would be killed. If he really reached that point, the entire Huguang would be completely lost. It would be a dream to look after the stupid donkeys here to guard Hunan.

As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, three soldiers in Ming uniforms followed him and chased after him. The leader had already pulled out his sword. Yuan Jixian looked at them with grief and hatred, and said contemptuously: "I didn't expect that I did not die at the hands of the Qing soldiers, but at the hands of his colleagues, haha."

Suddenly, the last soldier suddenly launched an attack and slashed the two companions. Yuan Jixian looked at this scene and stood there in a daze.

The soldier clasped his knife and said, "Mr. Yuan, the villain Yang Zhongjian, in his early years, he presided over the disaster relief and saved the lives of our entire village. My mother said that to give the young man a chance, we must repay the kindness of his master."

Yuan Jixian hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up: "Please get up, if you kill your companion, how can you go back and report?"

"The villain is willing to escort the adults out of the city. They only sent three of us and others, thinking that they were foolproof. If we don't take advantage of the time we go out of the city now, and when they find out, there will be no chance."
Chapter completed!