It is raining in Yanzhou, and it is also raining in Chang'an City, but it is not as heavy as the rain in Yanzhou.
The rain is pattering, covering the entire Chang'an City, and also hitting the tiles on the top of a small building in Chang'an City, making a tinkling sound, as if playing a beautiful piece of music, and the small building
The two people inside sat opposite each other in silence.
The three-story building has carved beams and painted columns on eight sides, vermilion lacquer railings, and gold and silver threads on the windows. Crane and peony patterns are outlined in the overall red and black tones of the building, making it look solemn, elegant and magnificent.
Rain curtains are formed along the tiles, which is more elegant.
In Chang'an City, it was not only Yang Biao who was dissatisfied with Wang Yun, but also people like Zhao Wen. Zhao Wen was originally the Jingzhao County Magistrate and one of the important figures in the Sanfu Land, but now he is just
As a servant, his status is somewhat embarrassing. Although the Shandong nobles are lukewarm towards these officials who were originally from Chang'an, most of the people in the third assistant don't have many ideas and are in panic all day long. Under such a situation
, it is quite difficult for Zhao Wen to get rid of the official position of Shizhong and obtain some real power.
Zhao Wen was originally focused on performing well in front of Wang Yun, using Wang Yun's tiger skin to gain more space and display his ambitions. However, as Wang Yun became self-willed, or simply looked down on Zhao Wen
These people didn't like it, so Zhao Wen's little plan was in vain.
Zhao Wen saw the officials who were originally Dong Zhuo's side fell one by one, leaving tempting vacancies, but he couldn't find any way to live and die. He could only suppress his desires deep down, but on the surface he still spoke and smiled calmly.
, but actually his eyes were almost bursting with fire.
Wang Yun rose too fast. Although he was once considered a high-level figure, in the internal struggle with Yuan Wei and Dong Zhuo, he did not show a sufficient talent base. He was like a castle in the sky. Although it was beautiful, it was crumbling.
, so when Yang Biao showed a little kindness, Zhao Wen immediately chose the Hongnong Yang family, which had a better personnel base...
Yang Biao was originally a San Gong-level figure. He had experienced many ups and downs in the officialdom. These days, Yang Biao secretly communicated with Li Jue and Guo Si from the east of the city. Seeing that he could use the remnants of Xiliang to bring down Wang Yun, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Open your eyes and feel happy.
But at this time today, Yang Biao's face darkened again. The servants who came to serve him couldn't help but tremble with fear, for fear of doing something wrong and arousing Yang Biao's anger from nowhere. Fortunately, Yang Biao
He ordered the servants to be driven away far away, so that these servants could breathe a sigh of relief and prevent disaster from falling from the sky.
Yang Biao in the small building looked like water. Although he still looked calm on the surface, without his smile, he was like a pool of unknown depth, extremely cold. He didn't speak, and just kept playing with a jade.
Ruyi said nothing amidst the patter of rain.
Zhao Wen looked calm, just waiting for Yang Biao to speak.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Biao placed the jade Ruyi heavily on the table and said in a deep voice: "Zirou! Why did you say that! Jingzhao City has a strong army, so why worry about it? Dong Thief is the leader.
, some Xiliang thieves, if they repeat themselves a little bit, what are they afraid of? At this moment, you are not inspecting the city defense, ordering weapons, and working together with one heart and one mind, but you come here to talk nonsense..."
Yang Biao paused for a while, then stood up and continued to say with a straight face: "... Zirou, the government and the public are working together to overcome difficulties, how can they hinder each other? Your words will be washed away by Jishan! I'm sorry.
You're rude, go ahead! Go away!"
Seeing Yang Biao turning his back and waving his long sleeves to chase him away, Zhao Wen remained calm and slowly stood up, saluted Yang Biao, then took a few steps back, turned around and was about to leave the small building.
Yang Biao watched Zhao Wen walk to the stairs step by step from the corner of his eye, and suddenly said: "Zirou, stay!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wen turned around respectfully and did not walk back directly. He just held his hands slightly and waited for Yang Biao to speak.
Yang Biao walked a few steps with his hands behind his hands, and then whispered after a while: "What do you want to do?"
Zhao Wen smiled faintly and replied in a low voice: "There are many old acquaintances in Jingzhao who can be driven by Duke Yang... People say that if God gives it to you, you should take it for yourself. If you don't take it, you will suffer it.
Harm... I am sincere, I hope Mr. Yang will think twice..."
Zhao Wen spoke every word very slowly, but his words were true, and finally Yang Biao's stern face became slightly looser.
"Zirou, please sit down..." Yang Biao asked Zhao Wen to sit down again. The expression in his eyes changed uncertainly. He was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "... Let me think about this for a while..."
Zhao Wen no longer talked too much, so he cupped his hands and said goodbye to Yang Biao. Before leaving, he suddenly said: "... Mr. Yang, there is another person who needs to pay more attention to Mr. Yang..."
"who?"
"The man who protects the Hun, Fei, dives into Fei Ziyuan."
"Why?"
Yang Biao asked calmly.
"First there was auspiciousness to rectify his name, then there were prisoners to help him, and now he is spreading propaganda to increase his prestige... This man is quite talented, but... Yang Gongzhuo has seen thousands of miles, so he must know his intention." Zhao Wen Gong handed over his hand.
said.
Yang Biao nodded slightly, but didn't say anything. Zhao Wen didn't say anything more, just cupped his hands again, and then respectfully withdrew.
Yang Biao naturally knew about Fei Qian, and he knew a lot about it. In Yang Biao's eyes, the slogan about attacking Yinshan was just sensationalism. The champion had to go through many hardships to win the victory over Yinshan, and now a
Isn't it ridiculous for a mere protector of the Hungarian Zhonglang to take advantage of Heaven's merits for himself?
If you want to become the second best among champions, you have to see if you have the skills of a champion...
But the most important thing now is not that bitter cold place, but that it is right in front of us. As long as we win this game, we will naturally have the opportunity to slowly clean it up.
It's just that this Zhao Wen has an unusually sharp sense of touch, but whether he can use it or not needs to be carefully weighed. The closer to the last critical moment, the more cautious he must be, and there must be no mistakes.
When Zhao Wen arrived at the bottom of the small building, servants of the Yang family naturally came up to meet him, opened their oil umbrellas, and protected Zhao Wen from being caught by the rain as they walked away.
Yang Biao stood on the small building, watching the oil umbrella that was covering Zhao Wen getting further and further away, the expression in his eyes changing uncertainly. After a long time, he suddenly let out a long sigh, with a deep tired look on his face, "...
Why bother, why bother..."
Yang Biao immediately turned around and went down the small building, leaving only an exquisite crane-shaped incense burner in the room of the small building. The green smoke was still rising slowly, and slowly drifted to the window of the small building, but
Blown directly into the air by the wind and rain...
