"Have you known this for a long time?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Is it them?" Song Qingtang asked without answering.
"Maybe it's them," Xia Zhaoyi said as she clamped her legs under the horse's belly and the horse moved forward again, the sound of hoofbeats slowing down. "The refugees outside the city are retreating, and Master Zhu's use value may be gone."
"What value does Master Zhu have?" Zhi Changle asked curiously.
"If you were Tianrong Guard, how would you deal with Master Zhu?" Xia Zhaoyi asked Song Qingtang.
"Assassination." Song Qingtang replied.
"Are you sure? There are so many guards in Jingzhao Mansion."
"There is always a gap in a hundred secrets."
Song Qingtang has seen the power of Tianrong Guards. If they really want to assassinate a scholar under their noses, they can definitely do it.
However, when thinking about the "utility value" mentioned by Xia Zhaoyi, Song Qingtang frowned.
He had always believed that there were still Tianrong Guards in the city, and Emperor Xuanyan would definitely leave manpower to continue delivering messages to Hejing. Therefore, during this period, Ouyang Jun sent people to guard and turn the entire Jingzhao Mansion into a copper and iron wall for protection.
Zhu Xian and a group of officials who stayed in the capital.
But as Song Qingtang thought, he was not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case. If the Tianrong Guards really wanted to kill someone, they would fight to the death and die together. Zhu Xian would have died long ago, so there was no need to wait until now.
After contacting the refugees outside the city, Song Qingtang did not think that the two city gates would make the Tianrong Guards have any feelings. They would not have any mercy on the people in the city. They were only responsible and accountable to the emperor, so the city gates
Destruction or non-destruction has long been meaningless to the Daqian regime that has given up on Yong'an.
"Once the refugees leave, the defenders in the city will no longer have to work hard to protect themselves."
Song Qingtang's face turned pale: "If someone incites them and carries the imperial order, let alone Mr. Zhu, my father, I, and Dongping Academy will all be in danger... Ah Li, should I go back now?"
"How many soldiers and horses can you trust now?"
"Only Xiaohuying and General Ouyang."
"Ouyang Jun?"
"Yes, he has six thousand soldiers who have just entered the city. These soldiers and horses have returned from the northwest battlefield. They are very different from the defenders in the city."
The words "Northwestern Battlefield" made Xia Zhaoyi frown slightly, but it quickly subsided.
After thinking about it, Xia Zhaoyi said: "I will go back to Zhao Ning first. You can find an excuse to see Ouyang Jun and ask him to quickly mobilize troops to Jingzhao Mansion. I will be back within half an hour."
"Okay!" Song Qingtang responded, "I'll go right away!"
"Be careful of Jiang Si Lu." Xia Zhaoyi said again.
"good!"
It was already dark, and there were about six or seven people left in Zhao Ning's shop. Not willing to wait in vain all day, they were still keeping watch.
When Xia Zhaoyi went back, she heard the curses coming from upstairs in the distance. As soon as she stepped into the door, the porcelain upstairs was smashed to the ground and shattered.
Seeing her return, Manager Li, who had been waiting downstairs all day, walked around the counter and walked out: "Miss Ali, you are back."
"Are those people from the Zhao family in Huzhou still there?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"We're still here. It's been a long time," Manager Li said. "Hot water and hot soup are ready. Would you like to take a bath or eat first? Is there anything you want to eat?"
"No, I'll go find Zhao Ning."
Manager Li stopped her again: "Miss Ah Li, two men came to see you this afternoon, claiming to be from Shi Li Daolian Fei Pavilion."
"Where are they?"
"I said you went to Jingzhao Mansion, and they left without any explanation."
"Ah Li, she belongs to Mr. Shen." Zhi Changle whispered from the side.
"Go to Zhao Ning first." Xia Zhaoyi said.
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"Speak!" Zhao Hui's voice was so sharp that she was hoarse. "We have been to several of your warehouses in Beijing. Where did the goods you stocked go? Did you transport them out of the city a long time ago?"
"Damn old woman! I'm talking to you!" Zhao Hui picked up the tea cup in Zhao Yan's hand and threw it towards Zhao Ning.
The tea cup was broken into pieces at the feet of a thug.
The thug's face was expressionless and unmoved, and he didn't even look at her.
Zhao Hui was shaking with anger: "Zhao Ning!!"
A knock on the door sounded at this moment.
No one glanced at the door.
Zhao Hui continued to insult her, and she was used to the door ringing ten times a day.
There were two more knocks on the door, and the door was pushed open from the outside.
"Zhao Ning." Xia Zhaoyi called.
Hearing this voice, the people in the room turned to look at her.
Zhao Ning was leaning against the window, playing the chessboard, still holding a book in her hand. Half a foot in front of her stood four motionless thugs, with pieces in front of their hands and feet.
When Zhao Hui saw a little girl coming in, she looked away and continued to get angry, but she heard Sizhu beside Zhao Yan say in surprise: "Why is it her!"
Zhao Yan felt familiar at first and was wondering if she had admitted her mistake. After she reminded her to look at it, she suddenly remembered it.
Her eyebrows are still the same, but they are brighter and clearer, with a hint of elan. She is much taller, has slender limbs, and her skin is like snow. Although she is still dressed in simple clothes with low-key colors and styles like a street vendor, her figure is quite slim. It's amazing how elegant and elegant this outfit is.
"Do you know each other?" a male voice asked.
There is also a man sitting next to Cai Pengyi. He has not been here for the past few days. Today is the first time he has come.
The man is tall, in his twenties, and his clothes are much simpler than those of Zhao Hui, Zhao Yan, Cai Pengyi and others.
But Zhao Ning noticed that from the time he came in until now, even though he sat there without speaking, Cai Pengyi would look at him from time to time, and so did Zhao Yan. Even if Zhao Hui kept cursing and insulting her, she would often stop to rest. He looked towards the man, as if waiting for instructions.
Xia Zhaoyi glanced at them lightly, walked towards Zhao Ning, bowed her head and whispered in Zhao Ning's ear.
Zhao Ning frowned slightly: "Now?"
"Um."
"Who are you?" Zhao Hui shouted to Xia Zhaoyi.
Before Xia Zhaoyi could say anything, Zhi Changle, who came in with Xia Zhaoyi, stretched out his finger and shouted: "Shut up!"
His voice was loud, full of energy, and his tone was very irritable.
Zhao Hui was frightened by a roar from the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cai Pengyi and the man next to her sitting behind her. Thinking of the group of people accompanying her this time, she plucked up the courage to step forward and curse: "Who are you?" Thing! I am cleaning up the Zhao family, but there is a stupid and evil dog barking, peeing and peeing to show your poor appearance, ugly dirty eyes! "
"Damn you!" Zhi Changle burst out of temper and came up immediately, wanting to go over immediately.
Xia Zhaoyi said: "Brother Zhi."
The very soft and soft voice made the big man stop abruptly.
At the same time, Zhao Ning stood up: "It's getting late and I have something to do here. If you haven't scolded me enough, you might as well come back tomorrow."
"Scold? I'm going to beat you!" Zhao Hui shouted, grabbed another tea cup and smashed it directly into Zhao Ning's face.
