When the young man came in with the soup, he heard Yang Guanxian talking about business affairs. There were many exaggerations in it. Even the young man could tell that the fat man was bragging. But seeing that the master was listening with interest and asking questions from time to time, the young man could only
It was the master who was talking.
He went over and put down the tea, listened for a while, shook his head and came out.
It started to snow again outside the house. The young man looked along the snowy field towards the village and frowned.
We meet this stinky Quan Jiuwei again, we must make him look good!
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Quan Jiuwei didn't stay long and ran all the way east.
The reason why he chose the east side was because he knew that Ji Hongxian had just brought a few old men there to fish, and they would definitely gain a lot.
Sure enough, when he left the village, he saw a few old people returning with fish baskets. He pretended to have met by chance, went up to them and briefly coaxed them, then took their fish baskets and left.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and it looked like there was going to be a heavy snowstorm. Quan Jiuwei quickened his pace, trying to get to Huanshan Village before the storm came.
Huanshan Village and Xiaoling Village were not far apart and could be seen in the distance. As they were approaching, dozens of chariots were pushed from the northeast entrance of Huanshan Village towards Xiaoling Village.
Many refugees stopped on the roadside.
Quan Jiuwei stood in the crowd. Many refugees coveted the fish basket he was holding along the way, so he deliberately took out the dagger and held it in his hand. Now no one around the refugees dared to get too close to him.
Those chariots were no stranger to nine dimensions. The original drawings of these chariots were drawn by Guo Ting in front of them at the Huiping Inn.
At that time, many people made suggestions, but Quan Jiuwei was not interested in it. He did not believe that these chariots could be put to use. After all, this was too ridiculous. With only a thousand people, they just thought
To rehabilitate Duke Ding's government is simply the most outrageous thing in the world.
But now, he actually saw these chariots.
Could it be that the plan for them really succeeded?
Quan Jiuwei looked back at Xiaoling Village behind him.
Speaking of which, why did Yang Guanxian appear here? What was he doing with Ji Hong?
Looking at Yang Guanxian's appearance at that time, he looked a little embarrassed.
But if Yang Guanxian and the others really succeed in their plan, then it is no longer a matter of whether Duke Dingguo can be rehabilitated, but... a great cause.
Quan Jiuwei watched those chariots leave, and at the same time another group of chariots came from a distance. He couldn't calm down at all.
However, if we really want to say that the plan is successful, we have to wait until we are defeated. And even if we are defeated, how to hold on is the big problem, let alone if we can't defeat it.
The door of the main hall was open. Pan Binhua came in from outside the courtyard, crossed the threshold and said, "Madam, those chariots have been transported, but the people who went to Xiangjuan Mountain still haven't come back."
Yan Qinglin was dressed in a gray robe and stood beside the Eight Immortals table. On the table was a map of Beijing and Zhao, with large and small wooden markers inserted on it. She was drawing on the map with the pen in her hand.
Hearing this, Yan Qinglin raised his head and said, "How long did it take for the last person to go?"
"Six hours."
"Three round trips are enough." Yan Qinglin whispered.
"There are too many refugees on the road. They are all starving. Maybe...but the wind and snow are also strong." Pan Binhua said.
Yan Qinglin put down his pen and said, "No, the soldiers and horses of Tiancheng Camp are extremely important. You go and organize thirty people before going."
After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let Mr. Linde go with you."
"Mr. Linde?"
"He is very eloquent," Yan Qinglin said.
Pan Binhua looked embarrassed and said, "Mr. Lin De is with the Crown Prince at the moment. He may not be willing."
Yan Qinglin's face darkened and he said coldly, "You have to agree even if you don't want to."
Pan Binhua had no choice but lowered his head and said, "Yes."
After leaving the small courtyard where Yan Qinglin was located, the entire area of houses and courtyards was strictly controlled by their manpower.
The other small courtyard adjacent to this small courtyard was particularly heavily guarded. Pan Binhua stood at the door, not wanting to go in. His face was burning. He really didn't know how to face the people in the room. He hesitated in every possible way, but suddenly
I heard laughter coming from inside. It was not a happy and loud laugh, but full of helplessness.
The laughter came from Mr. Linde. He was wearing a thick cotton robe, sitting on a long bench, leaning against the wall behind him. Light shone in from the window lattice next to him. At the same time, there was a light on the square table in the room.
candlestick.
"I see," Mr. Linde sighed and said, "I was really worried in vain, but to be honest, the cunning rabbit still has three holes. Yang Guanxian is famous for his cleverness and many clever ideas, how could he die so easily, haha
.”
Xia Zhaoxue sat on the bed, also leaning against the wall, and said, "He should escape now."
"It's only thanks to your efforts that he can live for so long," Linde said, "But Prince, what about you? What should you do?"
"Me?" Xia Zhaoxue's pale lips pulled up a smile, "Yan Qinglin won't do anything to me, puppets have their uses."
Lin De was stunned, looked at Xia Zhaoxue, and said, "Prince, a puppet?"
"Yes," Xia Zhaoxue nodded, "Puppet."
After a while of silence, Linde said, "No, Crown Prince, you are not a puppet."
Pan Binhua stood quietly outside the door, listening to the voices inside. The word "puppet" made Pan Binhua feel a stinging pain in his ears.
"Well, shall I talk to the prince about the group of old people in Xiaoling Village?" Linde said.
"elder?"
"Yes," Lin De smiled, "these old people, they all have no heirs. There were only three of them at first. These three were neighbors. Their sons joined the same army and joined the same battalion. Not long after, a battle...
The whole camp was wiped out, and they became white-haired people sending black-haired people away. Later, more and more old people who had lost their children came to look for them, and they lived together, making money together and taking care of each other. This little spirit
The six or seven courtyards on the east side of the village are all filled with old people like this. Look, Your Majesty, these old people are still working hard to make a living, so how come Your Majesty is willing to be a puppet?"
Xia Zhaoxue looked towards the west window sash and said, "There is such an old man."
"They stumbled and lived a hard life, but they were always alive," Linde said.
Pan Binhua listened outside the door, his eyes flushed.
He really wanted to open the door and tell Mr. Linde that the prince was different from those old people. He not only lost his family, but also didn’t know how to live. More importantly, he was burdened with "
The word "debt" is really too heavy.
"Speaking of which," Linde said with a smile at this time, "I met them yesterday, and they asked me about a knight. The knight's name is quite interesting."
Xia Zhaoxue nodded and said, "Well, what's your name?"
"It's just one word different from Prince," Lin De said, "it's called Xia Kongxue, which means nothing."
Xia Zhaoxue was stunned and looked at Lin De, "What?"
