Chapter 2959: Both hate each other and are at odds with each other
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A small, inconspicuous courtyard on Chang'an East Street.
The courtyard door was closed, but standing in the corridors and shadows of the courtyard were all Wei Yan's elite men.
The courtyard was dim, with only a dim yellow light flickering.
Wei Yanjing was sitting next to the light. On the table lay the sword that accompanied him through Sichuan and Sichuan, and traveled north and south. The handle of the sword was carved with a scorpion, its eyes were open, and its fangs were exposed.
Wei extended his hand and gently rubbed the handle of the knife with a thoughtful look on his face.
In the courtyard of the house, Wei Yan's elite troops were as silent as statues.
The third assistant of Chang'an is about to be stirred up, and what role will Wei Yan himself play in it?
When Wei Yan arrived in Chang'an, he had not seen blood for a long time.
Tonight may be the beginning of the war!
Wei Yan admired Fei Qian, but today, he also has a deeper understanding of Pang Tong.
Under Wuguan City, it was Wei Yan who saw Pang Tong's methods, and now, he saw that as a counselor and a civil servant, Pang Tong's courage and courage were as tough as steel. Facing the upcoming threat from Shandong,
Not only did he not flinch at all, he even tried to seduce him, not afraid of the outbreak of war at all!
Everyone knows that if there is a loss in Chang'an, the Husband's foundation will inevitably be shaken. Under such circumstances, Pang Tong still gave Wei Yan an order to set fire to two granaries to lure the enemy...
Together with the fire, it will definitely stir people's hearts.
Inside, those who are like flies and dogs, and those with impure thoughts will inevitably be disturbed!
Outside, those who are corrupt and those with malicious intentions will definitely covet you!
This fire is born like a lotus flower.
The roots are in the mud, the stems are in the water, and the flowers are on the water.
Just like Wei Yan himself.
His roots are in the mud, dirty and struggling.
In history, Wei Yan was born in the army and came to the stage of Sichuan and Shu as a subordinate of Liu Bei. The current starting point of Wei Yan is relatively higher, but in the face of the Sichuan and Shu gentry, Guanzhong surnames, and even Shandong
In those centuries-old families...
Wei Yan? Where is he from? Who are his ancestors?
It's like children meeting in a compound in later generations, "Who is your father? What is your military rank?"
Whenever this happens, Wei Yan is particularly unconvinced. If the world is all about fighting for his father, then why should we work hard on our own? How many years have passed since the Spring and Autumn Period and the enfeoffment of the emperors of Zhou Dynasty, and the princes and generals shouted to Xiang Ning with pride.
The voice also changed in the rain and snow, and the Han ancestor Liu Bang was just a small pavilion chief!
Why is it that now, there are still people asking who the father is?!
Instead of looking at what he did!
Wei Yan admires people with real abilities, but for those who are only capable...
"laugh."
Wei Yan in history originally stretched out his roots, bloomed lotus flowers on the water, and looked up to the sky. Wei Yan in history was sad. His sadness was that he followed Liu Bei for too short a time and met Zhuge Liang.
too long.
Liu Bei dared to take risks, dare to take risks himself, and dared to take risks. He had struggled in the wind and rain all his life, so when he looked at Wei Yan who was struggling, it was like looking at his younger self. Liu Bei was more willing to give Wei Yan more
Opportunities and space to wait for Wei Yan's growth and bloom. Zhuge Liang did not dare to take risks. In the novel, his only risk was the empty city strategy. In reality, after encountering risks, he did not dare to bear all the risks himself in order to protect the interests of the Jingxiang Group. Instead, he pushed
Gave it to Ma Su...
But now, the opportunity to bloom is right in front of us.
Wei Yan smiled, but his hand was tightening, as if he wanted to grasp the line of words engraved on the handle of the knife. The sword in his hand was Wei Yan's "Wu Gou", and he would rely on his own ability to "find seals"
"Hou", rather than relying on some "father" to ascend to the throne!
Suddenly, a voice came from above the wall in the corner of the courtyard, "General! The General's Mansion has sent a signal!"
Wei Yan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly there was light and fire in his eyes, "According to the plan, the warehouse will be burned down! The streets will be closed! Anyone who dares to take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos and fish in troubled waters will be killed without mercy!"
The music in the courtyard was resoundingly answered, and then people filed out.
Wei Yan walked at the end, and after leaving the courtyard gate, he turned to look at the General's Mansion.
The glyph-shaped lights were swaying.
"Haha..." Wei Yan chuckled, with a smooth voice, "Don't worry, my lord... If Cao's army comes with one hundred thousand, someone will swallow it. If Cao's army comes with two hundred thousand, someone will reject it! But before that, it's time to sing...
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The fire burst into flames.
Light up the night sky of Chang'an.
Many neighborhoods were alarmed. Immediately, the neighborhood guards and inspectors were dispatched. On the one hand, they shouted to maintain order, and on the other hand, they sent fire-fighting personnel to help. However, the fire-fighting facilities prepared by the neighborhood residents were generally aimed at ordinary households in the neighborhood.
The house was on fire, and in the face of the raging fire in the warehouse, it was of little help. At most, it only stopped the spread of the fire, but could not extinguish the flames in the warehouse.
And everyone knows that if a warehouse goes too far, even if it is saved, the food in the warehouse will be ruined.
Wei Yan, together with the inspectors from various villages, quickly controlled the situation in the city and controlled the fire within a limited range.
It's just that the fire ignited in the hearts of some people in Chang'an is beyond Wei Yan's control...
Sima Yi was also watching the fire.
"The place where you are looking at the fire should be the two warehouses in Changping and Changping in the city..." Sima Yi said in a low voice, "These two warehouses were built when the Hussars first arrived in Chang'an. They have been there for many years, the equipment is old, and the surroundings are mixed... If there is a fire
It's common sense, but it's just..."
Sima Hui sat behind him and said, "Pang Shiyuan is not a person who panics when things happen."
Sima Yi nodded, "It's probably a trick."
Sima Hui smiled and said: "That's it, just watch the fire from the other side."
"..." Sima Yi did not answer, but there seemed to be some fire dancing in his eyes.
Sima Hui frowned slightly. He knew very well that his nephew was very capable but also very ambitious. "Yier, what do you... want to do?"
"Although it is safe to watch the fire from the other side..." Sima Yi said slowly, "Uncle...but my nephew always feels that there is a little bit of flavor missing..."
Sima Hui frowned slightly, stroked his beard and said, "Now that I am in Wenhua's position... why do you need to take risks?"
Now in the Qinglong Temple, as long as Sima Hui holds the center, is impartial, and maintains the path of upright and correct interpretation, he will be a cultural monument in Chang'an and even the Han Dynasty. And Sima Hui has no children, although Sima Yi is called his nephew
, but in fact, he is like a biological son. He spends time in the morning and dusk every day, greets everyone in all seasons, and is even more filial than an ordinary son.
Therefore, generally speaking, most of Sima Hui's cultural heritage will fall on Sima Yi. Sima Yi doesn't even need to do anything, he just waits, and naturally a share of his contribution is indispensable.
However, Sima Yi felt that there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, which made his throat thirsty. "The war between East and West is right in front of you! This may be a great opportunity for thousands of years! My nephew... my nephew really doesn't want to die.
Sitting here...doesn’t it mean that I am in the same company as those mediocre people?!』
"..." Sima Hui let out a long breath, "Then, where are you going?"
Sima Yi turned around and looked to the northeast, "Hedong! If Cao Jun wants to attack the key point, he must divert his troops to the east of Hedong! The old palace of Hussar and the new residence of Sima are both in the east of Hedong! Protect Pingyang, and also protect Sima!"
He wants to get involved in military power!
He wants military glory!
Sima Hui pondered for a long time, "If this is the case, there will be no turning back between the Sima family and Shandong..."
Sima Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "When Hanoi expelled my father in the past, did Cao Jun ever think about any "manoeuvres"?"
"Well..." Sima Hui pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, "That's fine. It's up to you. Just...be careful with everything..."
Sima Yi bowed his head and paid homage at Sima Hui's knees.
"The battle formation has no eyes, so be careful..." Sima Hui took a long breath.
The long night will eventually pass.
The flame was also extinguished.
But this fire, which seemed harmless on the surface, made many people move involuntarily...
The changes in Chang'an have made many people worried, and also made many people happy. Worried and worried, happy and happy, they are obviously in the same place, but they seem to be separated into two different worlds.
Of course, there are more ignorant people who are still living step by step, completely unaware of what happened and what its significance is. They don't even know what is turbulent in Chang'an and how many officials are trembling with fear.
Worrying, they just know that the autumn harvest is over, and if they keep busy for a while, they will be free in winter.
The hussar was intact before.
Chang'an was also glamorous before.
Now, there seems to be some cracks.
Every window is complete, and everyone will behave in an honest and well-behaved manner when passing by the window. But as long as a crack appears on a small piece of the window...
A small crack will cause the entire window to bear the consequences.
This is like a very small number of boxers boxing, but letting the whole society bear the consequences.
When the age of rottenness comes, whoever has no lower limit in his heart will become the victorious Ah Q. Everyone thinks that they are a special one and can be exempted from the fate of rottenness, but they do not know that once the windows are rotten, the house will also suffer
Collapse. Or even if you understand in your heart, you can still use the phrase "one generation can do the things of one generation" to excuse it, completely forgetting that if the great people thought this way back then, they might not have any mushrooms in their hands now.
Before Wu Huan Hua really came to the heads of the Shandong gentry, how could these Shandong gentry children believe that one day their wives, children, and children would be shackled and become two-legged sheep?
Because everyone is short-lived, the future is just a dream.
Chang'an Sanfu built by Fei Qian is like an exquisite new house.
Lu Bu is now the most obvious crack on the window of this exquisite house.
Now everyone is staring at that crack and wants to smash all the windows and lift the house.
As the steward who stayed in Chang'an, Pang Tong directly bypassed Fei Zhen this time and ordered the three assistants of Chang'an to enter a state of combat readiness. He also dispatched Kan Ze to investigate the cause of the fire in Changping's second warehouse...
Logically speaking, it is generally quieter near Guanshi.
But today's silence is somewhat depressing.
Even the officials who were coming and going slowed down their steps and exchanged glances with each other.
In this world, the species that are best at observing words and expressions must belong to officials. Every official who is aspiring to climb up will be good at observing every facial expression of his boss and obtaining some key information from them.
Now the officials in the official residence have noticed that there seems to be a faint smell of coming storm in the air. In order not to be troubled, these small officials have shortened the time exposed to the outside world as much as possible and kept their heads down.
Pretend everyone is very busy.
The storm is finally coming...
The noisy sound came from afar, and some astute officials immediately changed their expressions. Some used the matter at hand to escape, and some turned to the ground by turning their feces and urine into yellow sand, but there were still some small things.
The official's reaction was a little slow, and before he could use his changes, he was bumped into by Wei Yan who came in a hurry, and then was directly knocked into a gourd by Wei Yan.
"Pang Shiyuan!" Wei Yan shouted, "Come out!"
Wei Yan did not bring many men or weapons, but even so, the thin-bodied officials around him could not stop him.
Wei Yan angrily rushed into Pang Tong's official residence, kicked out the clerk who tried to stop him, and threw him bruised and swollen. Then he pushed the door open with a bang, "Pang Shiyuan! Who gave you the courage to examine Yu?!"
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"Bold!" Pang Tong's face was gloomy, his chin almost dripping with water, and he patted the table.
Wei Yan pointed at Pang Tong, "Pang Shiyuan! This official position was given by my lord! Why do you come to check me?!"
Wei Yan was so angry that he seemed ready to pounce on Pang Tong and start a fight if Pang Tong didn't give him an explanation.
Pang Tong said in a deep voice: "With the order of someone who is in charge of the Western Secretariat, I naturally have the right to investigate you!"
"The Lord is still here!" Wei Yan jumped to his feet, "Pang Shiyuan, you are trying to make trouble out of this and monopolize power!"
"Nonsense!" Pang Tong said angrily, "Wei Wenchang, don't be ungrateful!"
The two people suddenly seemed like enemies. You stared at me and I stared at you.
At this moment, the guards of officers and soldiers who were on duty outside came in hastily, and then they collided with the guards of Wei Yan who were holding the door outside. They pushed each other, the soldiers and armor collided with each other, and they almost got into a scuffle.
After setting up his posture, Pang Tong ordered the government guards who had rushed to maintain order to step back, and at the same time isolated the eyes of the little officials who were sticking their heads out...
"The length of the article, this pretense is not enough..." Pang Tong slapped the table loudly, and then threw the roll of prose in his hand out of the window with a clatter, but his voice was very low, "Where is the knife?"
?Where is that Yaizhan sword that you never let go of all day long?」
Wei Yan looked around, overturned a wooden shelf used to hold the documents, and then threw it into the yard, "Your Majesty, forget about the knife... Using the knife is too exaggerated, no one will believe it..."
Pang Tong smiled and said, "How could it be? There are some things they are willing to believe...forget it, just smash that, yes, that jar without a knife..."
Wei Yan stepped forward, picked up the hexagonal corrugated bottle containing some books, and smashed it on the floor with a crash.
"Bold! Chief Wei Wen, are you going to rebel?!" Pang Tong yelled at the top of his voice, and then lowered his voice, "Have the soldiers been properly arranged? Especially in Zhongnan Mountain..."
Zhongnan Mountain has always been called the shortcut to Chang'an.
Since it is called a shortcut, there must be a shortcut.
There are many places in Zhongnan Mountain that are suitable for living. They are neither too far away from Chang'an nor exposed to the outside world. This has become a way for some people to hide their personnel or avoid arrest.
Best place.
"Pang Shiyuan! You can't mess with your life! The lord will never agree!" Wei Yan shouted, took out a piece of silk from his sleeve, then stepped forward, handed it to Pang Tong, and lightly made a few gestures on the map.
Down.
On the silk cloth, Wei Yan noted some of the places he had explored during this period, and also pointed out that there were some suspicious things in these places...
In this era, it is easy to say that it is easy to hide the population. After all, people today are not like those of later generations. Without electricity or Internet, it is like taking your own life. Build a thatched hut or something in the mountains. If you want to eat
With reserves, you don't have to come out to see people for several months. Add in the reputation of building a separate courtyard, and hiding a hundred and eighty people in one place is nothing.
In order not to alert others, Pang Tong did not take action against these people for the time being, but transferred them to Wei Yan, letting Wei Yan's mountain scouts keep an eye on them.
After all, there are many caravans coming and going in Chang'an, and there are also many nobles and nobles. In a caravan or a noble queue, if one or two people are missing from the dozens, they will basically not be discovered, even if they are discovered.
, even if he died of an emergency and was buried in a ravine, there would be no flaws. Over the years, some extra people would naturally remain in Chang'an.
There are also smuggling channels...
"Wei Wenchang!" Pang Tong shouted, "Don't go too far!" Then he pointed at another earthen jar.
Wei Yan understood, so he stepped forward to pick it up and threw it out. He smashed it on the corridor and smashed it into pieces. Then he shouted, "Pang Shiyuan! You are forcing us!"
After Pang Tong finished reading the silk cloth, he gathered it into his sleeve, then took a tiger charm from his arms to Wei Yan, and said softly: "Okay, let's do it according to the plan...as soon as possible...Cao Jun will take action soon."
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Seeing that Wei Yan had hidden the tiger talisman, Pang Tong immediately shouted, "Wei Wenchang!! Don't think that this order is harmful to you!"
Wei Yan solemnly saluted Pang Tong, but shouted, "Pang Shiyuan! You have harmed the country and harmed the master! You are an incompetent person!"
The two of them threw things again and again. After a while, Wei Yan slammed the door and walked away, and the guard of the official house did not dare to stop him.
Pang Tong, with disheveled hair and a crooked crown, chased him out and stood in the courtyard jumping around and cursing.
The two were at odds with each other, and Wei Yan made a big fuss in the officialdom. He might even have spread the news about Pang Tong, flying around as if he had wings.
Even though Pang Tong issued a ban on speaking, the problem is that Wei Yan's trouble in the officialdom was not only seen by one or two people. If there were more bans, it would be equivalent to no ban at all.
The issue of discord between generals and prime ministers suddenly became a haze hanging over the city of Chang'an...
