Chapter 120 Making an attack in the east and attacking in the west?
When Yu Qiansi heard the words, her expression remained motionless, still smiling like a spring pear blossom, and her voice sounded like a jade ring.
"Mr. Lin is worthy of being General Xiang's first adviser. He is on the border, but he knows the situation in Beijing very well, even such trivial matters."
Lin Xiaosheng's face froze when he heard this: "Yu Qiansi, don't talk nonsense! I only..." after I entered the capital.
Halfway through his words, he sensed something was wrong, so he quickly stopped talking and said with a sneer: "The teahouses in Beijing have been discussing this matter recently. I know the twists and turns, so it's not a difficult matter."
The news that someone in the army committed suicide last night had already reached their ears. Not only did the man who died leave words that made people think, but they were also from Xiang Jiajun, so he knew that he would not be safe today.
"Those civil servants in the court want to sell favors to the Northern Qi Dynasty. Seeing that the princess is gone, they want to blame our generals for causing the war. Dreaming! Although the Xiang family army does not advocate peace, it still
We will not use such despicable methods to provoke war! If our border men did not shed their blood and sacrifice their lives to build a city wall to protect you, how could you have the stability you have now?!"
These words aroused the excitement of the surrounding crowd. They all had red eyes and clenched their fists, eager to rush to help. However, seeing the solemn black clothes of Ti Xingwei, they still calmed down their anger.
"Mr. Lin is right!" Yu Qiansi clapped her hands gently, not bothering to talk nonsense with him: "You all know that my hand is broken, so are you planning to resist the order?"
Lin Xiaosheng didn't expect Yu Qiansi to be so thick-skinned. Even after being pointed out his methods, he dared to conduct a search under false pretenses. It was simply...
Simply shameless!
The middle-aged Confucian scholar had never seen such a soft-spoken person. He thought he had heard too many rude words from the soldiers, but in the end he still couldn't think of a single rude word to describe such a person.
Yu Qiansi waved his hand gently: "Go in and search. Anyone who dares to stop you is the old rule."
The people watching the excitement took a breath when they heard this.
Jade Rakshasa is so cruel. Although the "old rule" of the Criminal Division is not to kill without mercy, it will definitely make people shed a layer of skin. Just like the horse joining the army, it broke its leg and lost its life. It is simply a comparison.
A happy one is even more terrifying. What's more, such a frail Confucian counselor?
Yaoguang led his men towards Lin Xiaosheng with neat and sharp steps. This move was meant to be a deterrent, but when he saw that he was standing there and refused to give in, blood was about to splatter on the spot.
A young man dressed as a warrior rushed out from behind the door, half-blocking the counselor behind him, and saluted with clasped fists towards Yaoguang and the others.
"Everyone, wait a minute! Mr. Lin was just worried when he heard that an old friend in the army had an accident, and he accidentally bumped into you adults. I hope you won't be offended."
Yaoguang raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the people behind him stopped when they saw this.
"As General Xiang's lieutenant, I naturally trust my own general. But something suddenly happened to our colleagues in the capital. We are worried that someone is setting up a trap, so we naturally need to be more careful."
These words were so appropriate and reasonable that even Yao Guang was a little surprised. The young general in front of him looked young, and his movements were like those of a martial artist. It was very surprising that he could say these words.
Accident.
Yaoguang nodded, accepting his words.
The young general continued: "How about we find a compromise. I will take the adults into the house to check them one by one. To ensure fairness, you can ask Fang Zheng to accompany you. This is good for everyone. What do you think?"
Why didn't Yao Guang understand that this was to prevent them from getting involved and calling him a thief? The house here was a temporary residence allocated to General Xiang after he entered the capital. Fang Zheng was also a middle-aged man with high moral standards.
I'm not afraid of them colluding behind my back.
He turned around and asked Yu Qian to show him.
Guo Jianyu Qiansi said indifferently: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Fang Zheng had just squeezed into the crowd to disperse the excitement, but in an instant he was transformed from a spectator to a participant in the play. Cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, but he did not dare to delay. He gritted his teeth and smiled weakly, and they were led into the house together.
The front of the house suddenly became much empty. Only Lin Xiaosheng on the steps was still staring at Yu Qiansi like a hen guarding her chicks.
Why did Yu Qiansi care about this? His calm and fearless eyes looked back with a smile, which ignited the middle-aged Confucian scholar's anger.
Suddenly, a moderate noise came from the door, occasionally mixed with a few familiar shouts. The noise seemed to be heading towards the door.
A thin layer of cold sweat formed on Lin Xiaosheng's back, and he couldn't help but feel something bad.
"Zhou Chun! What's going on?"
He turned around in confusion, and saw Vice General Zhou being escorted with a red face but looking defeated, and Fang Zheng, who was followed by two groups fighting with a look of disbelief on his face.
Seeing that the number of people watching the excitement around him was increasing instead of decreasing, Na Fangzheng turned pale and said in disbelief: "We...we found some suspicious letters..."
Fang Zheng did not expect such a result. The house was not big, so he found the box after a few rummagings.
He and Zhou Chun kept staring at Yaoguang and the others. They watched Yaoguang dig out these things from the study. They were so shocked and angry that they couldn't speak clearly.
Hearing these specious words, the onlookers thought that they had collaborated with the general and made an uproar.
Yu Qiansi took the letter and glanced at it briefly before saying helplessly: "Don't panic, please. It's just a letter to the general and an old friend in the army."
The crowd became peaceful, but the shadow of the fire at the Ministry of War was unconsciously cast on everyone's mind.
The word "old friend" also ignited the dull Lin Xiaosheng at the side.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
General Xiang has always been self-respecting and worried that someone in the DPRK might use cliques as a means of personal gain, so he never contacted the old headquarters in the army. What's more, he was from the capital?
"This is a game! I think you just want to take this opportunity to make the general take the blame!"
Yu Qiansi let out a long sigh, pinched a thick pile of letter paper in his hand, and looked at the two confidants of General Xiang who were silent and speechless, and the world in their hands kept spinning.
"Let's put him in jail first."
At this point in the play, she finally saw clearly what the person behind the scenes wanted.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But she is still a little undecided about what name the play should be named and who it should be sung for.
Returning to Fajintang, she held a pen and stood quietly in front of the wall covered with bamboo signs and red lines, thinking carefully.
The names of the people involved in the case of the Princess and the Ministry of War are freshly etched and still have the lingering fragrance of green bamboo.
The rabbit soaked in ink in his hand dripped ink silently, smashing out ink orchids one after another on the floor of Fajin Hall.
Who are the spectators in this play?
Are they the common people in the capital, the civil servants of the Manchu dynasty, or the saints above the temple?
She asked herself, then she picked up a pen and drew a circle in the void to represent herself. Then, through the circle of nothingness, she looked at the names swaying gently in the wind.
When the princess's marriage was a matter of commotion, someone used Ma Jian's relatives to force him to kill the princess, which led to the Zhaixing Tower incident. Then, a fire broke out in the Ministry of War, which involved a dispute between the king of the capital and the king of war.
Everything went smoothly, just in line with the taste of those censors who couldn't turn their heads.
Since the fire at the Ministry of War, the people behind the scenes have been too deliberate. They knew that they would have full authority to investigate the matter, but they still arranged it like this. It was simple, crude and unsightly.
Therefore, she never put herself in it and thought about it. She only treated herself as a chess piece in the hands of the person behind the scenes and a person in the drama.
The same was true for today's scene. She just wanted to see where the lead to this ending would light the firecrackers.
However, when she looked at the bustling crowd just now, she had other thoughts.
How can the actors in the play not be spectators?
Just like the crowd of people watching, it seems that today's events have nothing to do with them, but from the moment they find out the exchanges of letters, rumors about instructing the general to instruct his former subordinates to disrupt the peace talks will surely spread. By then,
Who here can have nothing to do with the spread of this news?
What if she is like this and is also a spectator in the eyes of the people behind the scenes?
Then this drama is not about killing someone with a borrowed knife, but...
Light gathered in the jade eyes, as dazzling as the sun shining on a golden mountain.
If she is not the sword of this game, then this play should be called "Sounding in the East and Attacking in the West".
She turned around suddenly and wanted to go out, but she was startled when she saw a black figure behind her.
Without even thinking about it, only Boyi was so bold.
"You're still injured? Why did you come out?"
The dazzling light in his eyes has not dissipated, and the remaining light is enough to warm him all over.
Boyi pointed to her right hand: "The pen is still in my hand."
Yu Qiansi then realized and put the pen back on the case, looking at him hesitantly.
"You can't persuade me, just like I can't persuade you..." Boyi smiled slightly, crossed his arms, raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the door: "Let's go."
Yu Qiansi pursed her lips, but the corners of her lips raised slightly: "Let's talk about it first, pay attention to safety."
Boyi followed Yu Qiansi and led the troops from the Punishment Division back to the Ministry of War again.
"Master Jade...hasn't this prisoner been caught?"
Today's incident at General Xiang's residence has already caused a stir in the capital, and General Xiang, who was being interviewed in the palace, was also directly thrown into jail.
Fang Fuli had just breathed a sigh of relief and retracted all his previous dissatisfaction with Yu Qiansi's inaction. When he saw that she had brought someone with her again, he was sweating coldly and his heart was high again.
It is easy to ask God, but difficult to send Him away.
Yu Qiansi went straight to the point: "Master Fang, please take out all the maps. I want to check them."
"What?!" Fang Fuliyuan stared, unable to believe his ears.
How dare she say such shameless words...
"Lord Jade, the map is of great importance... If it is accidentally lost or seen by someone who is interested, I cannot bear the responsibility..."
Yu Qiansi sneered, which made Fang Fuli tremble in his heart. He vaguely seemed to see the tomb with his name engraved on it.
"If Mr. Fang doesn't trust me, how about we make a bet?"
Hearing the word "gamble", Fang Fuli seemed to hear a "click" in his ears, the crisp sound of broken leg bones.
He said repeatedly: "Don't dare, don't tell me, Mr. Yu. You came here with the order, and naturally you can do whatever you want."