After only one hour, Wang Zhongsi seemed to have completely changed. He had already sobered up with wine and was dressed neatly. Although he was still so old and his back was still hunched, his mental outlook had been cleared. His eyes were gone, and a hint of clarity appeared as before. He entered the door and said straight to Li Qing: "I came to you because I have something big to do!"

"Please sit down and talk!"

Li Qing brought a chair, carefully wiped away the flourishing dust on it, and asked Wang Zhongsi to sit down. He smiled and said, "I have something to ask you, but please tell me first."

Wang Zhongsi sat down and spoke without immediately speaking. He gently stroked the inkstone on the table, his eyes calm and calm, as if recalling a very distant thing, "Since I was imprisoned, I have never touched paper and pen again, and I will never touch it again in the future."

Wang Zhongsi's tone was full of sadness, "Every night when I go to bed, my back hurts unbearable. Only when I get drunk can I feel numb, do you know? This is the day before I was released from prison, Ji Wen broke his spine with an iron stick in Dali Temple Prison. He said that my waist was too straight and I wanted me to live like a dog in the future."

‘Jiwen!’

A thin, elegant and modest image appeared in Li Qing's mind. He spoke softly and had a smile on his face. Although he was Li Linfu's best friend, Li Qing always had a good impression of him. He didn't expect that he was so cruel and ruthless.

"Jiwen is just a minion, and Li Linfu cannot allow me to turn over again."

Wang Zhongsi waved his hand, "I won't talk about this anymore, drinking almost made me a big deal." He took out a thin booklet from his arms and handed it to Li Qing and said, "This is my experience of marching and fighting for more than ten years. I copied three copies in total, one for Li Guangbi in Shuofang and one for Geshuhan in Longyou. I will give this to you!"

Li Qing opened the booklet casually and saw that it was filled with dense small characters, including combat, marching, Tubo and Khitan troops, and he described them in detail. He looked up at Wang Zhongsi in surprise, "Do you want me to return to the Western Regions?"

"Yes! I hope you will return to the Western Regions." Wang Zhongsi nodded affirmatively, "Three years ago, I told the emperor that transferring you back to the court is a great loss for my border defense in the Western Regions. The emperor also promised me that I would transfer you back to the border army at the appropriate time. But three years have passed. I guess he has long forgotten the promise that year, but I have not forgotten. I wanted to interview him several times, but I saw that you are busy with financial reforms. The court really cannot do without you, so I gave up this idea. But now I have seen through it. Since he appointed Yang as the concubine, my Tang Dynasty government has begun to degenerate. The treacherous prime minister was tyrannical and the villain was successful. I can no longer hear the drums of the morning court, nor can I see diligent officials, lazy and perfunctory. There are no officials who worry about the country and the people. Everyone has just sharpened their heads to save their official positions."

Speaking of this, Wang Zhongsi was extremely excited. He coughed so much that he could hardly breathe. But he still held his heart and continued with great anger: "He sang every night and set up banquets every day, and spent a thousand guan at a time. He could reward hundreds of thousands of guan to the Yang family without blinking an eye, but he was reluctant to take out a little bit of comforting the soldiers of the border. The superiors were extremely extravagant, so how could he not follow the example? The rich family smelled of wine and meat, and the road was frozen to death. If this continues, my court would have to cause chaos."

Seeing that Wang Zhongsi's eyes were bloodshot, his face was flushed, and his chest was so swollen that it was almost exploded, Li Qing hurriedly brought a glass of water in front of him, "Calm down and say something slowly."

Wang Zhongsi picked up the water cup and drank it all. He let out a long breath, and his emotions gradually calmed down. He put the water cup on the table and looked at Li Qing and said word by word: "So there must be someone who cleans up the mess. This person must be able to lead troops to fight all directions, and he must be able to manage people's livelihood for them, and this person is you."

Wang Zhongsi took out a sword from the package beside him and solemnly handed it to Li Qing: "This sword was left to me by my father. I have followed me since I was seventeen when I was fighting on the battlefield. I have never left myself. My old subordinates all know it. Now I will give it to you. If you go to the Western Regions in the future, it will help you."

Li Qing shook his head and refused to respond, "I'm not hiding the envoy, I've also wanted to leave. We can be said to be a coincidence, but I hope the envoy can go with me to the Western Regions. This is the stage for you to display your talents. Why wait for death in this small county of Xunyang!"

"Waiting for death!" Wang Zhongsi smiled proudly, "You are right. I am waiting for death, but what are the fears of death? I want to die upright. I cannot let him Li Longji seize the handle of my unfaithful intentions. God pity me and give me the opportunity to arrange my funeral today. In this way, I can wait for the day when the entire end is completely in Xunyang County."

He pushed the sword in front of Li Qing, stood up and laughed to the sky. Li Qing looked at the staggering back of the No. 1 general in the middle Tang Dynasty, and felt awe of him. Gradually, Wang Zhongsi's figure disappeared, and his chants that had not yet disappeared were still on the river:

"What's the joy of life, and what's the fear of death; only history can keep my reputation!"

The following year, Wang Zhongsi died of "melancholy" in Xunyang.

Ten days later, Li Qing's boat slowly landed on the Wei River. After the handover was completed, he rode his horse towards Chang'an City surrounded by dozens of confidants. Chang'an City was still prosperous, with towering walls and wide Chunming Street. Businessmen from all over the world of different skin colors spoke in poor Chinese on the street. They were always bustling restaurants with crowds of people and sweating like rain.

Less than two months after leaving, Li Qing felt like he was a different world. Everything was so familiar but so strange.

"East City is right next to you, let's go around it!"

He was not only the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, but also the Minister of Taifu Temple. The east and west cities were under the jurisdiction of Taifu Temple. The group entered the gate of Dongshi, which was more lively than Chunming Street. Carriages carrying goods passed by, and bargaining could be heard everywhere. It was mid-spring. The pear blossoms on the street were blooming in full bloom, colorful and white, and the air was filled with a rich fragrance of flowers.

Suddenly, the panic cry of Shopkeeper Qiu came from the shop in the East City Jewelry Store, "Master Yang, these are Indian diamonds, at least worth a thousand guan. Why do you only give a hundred taels of silver?"

Then a bad voice said, "Now silver is expensive and the money is cheap, and a hundred taels of silver is worth at least 500 jin. Isn't it enough to give you some profit?"

"Where is a hundred taels of silver worth 500 guan? The official price of the cabinet shop is 100 taels of silver for 200 guan. If you take the silver, I won't sell it!"

"Dushiki, I am a royal relative. If you don't sell it today, I will say that you collude with Tubo and skin you down to Dali Temple and get cramps."

Li Qing held the reins, and his rude words made his face darker. He gave Li Fei Shouyu a wink, who jumped off his horse and took a few people to strode into the shop.

In the jewelry store, a thick black-faced man was grabbing the weak manager Qiu and whispering, "You are so terrible black shop owner, these diamonds are to be tributed to the imperial concubine. Giving you money is already a grace. If you dare to make a fart, I will drag you to Dali Temple."

Li Fei Shouyu saw that although this man looked vulgar, he was wearing a fifth-rank official uniform, especially on the leather belt around his waist, a purple goldfish bag was hanging, which was very conspicuous.

"This court official, keep your mouth clean. If the censor hears it, he will impeach you."

The black-faced man glanced at Li Fei Shouyu. Seeing that although he was wearing military uniform, his grade was low, and there were only three soldiers behind him, which was far from his dozen people. He couldn't help but say, "Where did the dog bark here? Do you want to bet?"

Li Fei Shouyu was furious, but he was a cautious person. Since the other party's surname was Yang and the royal relative, he was most likely a member of the Yang family, he held back his anger and said coldly: "Since you dare to say that you are a royal relative, if you have the ability, you can sign up."

"Get out!" The man rolled his eyes and ignored Li Fei Shouyu. A follower next to him sneered: "What are you? You deserve to listen to my master's name?"

Li Fei Shouyu was so angry that he was trembling all over. He could no longer help. Just as he was about to have an attack, Li Qing walked to him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is a dog in the Yang family. He can't speak human words, so what should he do?"

Li Qing recognized this person as Yang Qi, who was also a clan brother of Yang Yuhuan and one of the Yang family's survivors. He is currently the chief of Dali and has reported to the Ministry of Personnel to be promoted to the Shaoqing of Dali Temple by April.

Yang Qi also knew Li Qing. If he had not dared to provoke him two months ago, but now Zhang Qiu Jianqiong is dead and Li Qing's backstage is gone, Yang Qi no longer takes him seriously.

"Mr. Li compared our Yang family to a dog, which is a blasphemy of the imperial concubine."

Yang Qi squinted his eyes and showed a sinister smile on his face, "If you don't explain it clearly to me, I will tell the emperor."

After saying that, he crossed his hands in front of his chest and waited proudly for Li Qing's apology.

"Let's go!" Li Qing pulled Li Fei Shouyu and walked out. At this time, the door was already surrounded by people watching the fun. The office of the East City was hiding from a distance and did not dare to show up. He wanted to come forward to pay homage to his superiors, but was afraid that Yang Qi would not dare to provoke Li Qing and attacked him.

"Mr. Li, have you been away from home for too long and missed your wife! You are so anxious to leave." Yang Qi saw Li Qing showing weakness and thought he would not dare to offend him. He laughed smugly while ridiculing him.

"You are wrong, I just think it's too narrow." Li Qing sneered slightly, and dozens of fierce confidants surrounded Yang Qi and his dozen of his followers.

"You, don't do anything randomly, I am the royal concubine's clan brother." Yang Qi was frightened by the murderous aura emitted by dozens of great men, especially Li Fei Shouyu, holding a giant bow in his hand, and a cold wolf-toothed arrow pointed straight at his face, "Mr. Li, I was just a joke just now."

If Li Qing had never dealt with him in person two months ago, but would have seized his handle to impeach him and shattered his dream of promotion. But now, if he blindly gave in, he would only be regarded as weak and bullied by the other party. He needed to declare war directly on Yang Guozhong with a tough attitude.
Chapter completed!