Liangzhou Mansion Ya, is the inner hall.

The green bricks spread all over the floor, and a screen was quietly erected.

Behind the screen, someone is playing a game, black and white are lined up on the chessboard, it seems that the two have been playing for a long time, but the progress is slow, and the sound of falling children can not be heard for a long time.

Lord Liangzhou Zhizhou twisted a chess piece for a long time, and his young face showed a hesitant look.

The master on the opposite side quietly looked at his expression, it was not easy to urge, so he could only wait patiently, and the tea in the cup in front of him had already cooled.

"Is it really hurt? He was born as a military general, has a half-life career as a horseman, and has been trained for a long time, how can he say that he is injured when he is injured, is he really old?" said Lord Zhizhou slowly, asking himself.

The master twisted his beard and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, the two of them sat face to face for a long time, and finally heard the adult spit out words, even if it was a question without a beginning or end.

"Hey, in your opinion, how do we report it to the higher authorities now?" he suddenly asked as he stared at his master. Finally a son fell in his hand.

The master sneered in his heart, and said in his heart that you are playing tricks with me, don't you feel a little tender?

The master deliberately pretended to be obsessed with his boss's words, and asked rhetorically: "Are you talking about the southwest camp or the imperial court?"

"Naturally, it's the imperial court. Zhizhou seems to have thought about it a long time ago, "Although the Southwest Battalion is in charge of the military of the three southwestern prefectures, it is not directly subordinate to my Qingzhou Mansion, so we don't need to report to them, right?"

The master shook his head with a meaningful smile.

When Zhizhou saw this kind of laughter, he suddenly couldn't help but feel weak in his heart.

The master sighed: "Luo Dujian, it's Yin Xiangguo's way." ”

Zhizhou doesn't understand this.

But he still has a knot in his heart that he can't untie, "It is said that Luo Jian was the most effective cadre accepted by Bai Shuai back then, and he is a favorite general who cultivated it with one hand, and now he ......"

"Now......" The master took over, but he didn't continue, muttering: "The world is unpredictable - those who know the times are handsome, which is also understandable." ”

Who knew the current affairs, he didn't say more.

But Zhizhou also knows it well.

The two men stopped talking and stared at the chessboard to concentrate on playing chess.

Suddenly, the master came up with a sentence: "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, what matters is, which one is he playing?"

Zhizhou suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically: "No, right? He is a military general, how many fancy intestines can he play? If he is really a person who is good at tricks, he will not end up in today's field." ”

Still too young!

If you think that this person is just a martial artist, then you are very wrong.

But such words naturally couldn't be said, and the master could only sneer again in his heart.

"Takefu also has Takefu's wrists. The master smiled quietly, and finally couldn't help but want to show off his high opinion in front of this young boss: "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, according to the foolish opinion of our subordinates, we just need to report the injury truthfully." ”

"Wufu's wrist?" Zhizhou groaned, "It doesn't seem appropriate to use this on Old General Bai." General Bai Lao, to our dynasty is a person who has made great achievements, think that back then, he led the army to die and conquer the battlefield, and calmed the war on the southwest and northwest borders in one fell swoop, in exchange for a stable life in the long range of thousands of miles on the southwest and northwest borders, not to mention anything else, it was only the battle to expel the Moro country, but left a lot of heroic and touching stories, thinking that back then, the grandfather of the official often talked about the deeds of the old general Bai, and listened to our descendants couldn't help but boil their blood, and they hated themselves for being a few years late, and they didn't catch up with that opportunity to follow General Bai to kill the enemy and serve the country……”

Zhizhou said for a long time in one breath, and found that the face of the master in front of him was quietly looking at him, Zhizhou was stunned, and suddenly realized that he had said too much, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and quickly adjusted the direction: "What does this official mean, as far as I know, he has lived in seclusion here all these years, and he has been a man with his neck under our noses, which can be regarded as living in peace, and it seems that Bai Feng does not look like a suspicious person." ”

The master was still quietly looking at the young man opposite.

Old fox!

Zhizhou scolded in his heart.

To be honest, it is precisely because of his youth that he always has a worry that he can't figure out the other party's mind in front of this old qualified master.

In order to hide his immaturity, he suddenly added: "However, it's not easy to say, right, people like him who have been trained in killing for a long time are all old and honest, who knows what kind of fox tail he has in his pants?"

After speaking, he knocked off a son fiercely.

That's the enlightenment.

The master has another son. Eat Zhizhou Kazuko again.

The master didn't move, he looked like he was scheming, the skin and flesh on his lean face were torn, his smile was uglier than crying, and he considered the words: "The career is like this." No one could see what kind of tail was hidden in their clothes. However, even if the martial artist is relatively simple-minded, but in the mud pit, after a long time, it is inevitable that he will not find out a little bit of lessons. ”

Zhizhou couldn't help but nodded, it was indeed the case. Walking by the river for a long time, there is no reason not to get your shoes wet. The career is dangerous, who can get out of the mud for decades without being stained. Even if the military attache is relatively not as fancy as the civilian official, it is not simple. Because in officialdom, you can't live if it's simple.

"If the situation is stable today, and the imperial court values civil servants who have the ability to govern the country, the military attache will inevitably be not very proud, but such unhappiness can only be pretended in his heart, unless the war resumes, and the country will once again rely on military talents, however, such a thing seems unlikely for a while-" Speaking of this, the master suddenly smiled, and gave himself a shrewd mind and sharp eyes to perceive the general trend of the world.

Zhizhou nodded, and then shook his head again, "The imperial court is now emphasizing literature over military force, which is indeed the truth. But master, you say that I am stable in all directions of the world, but this official does not dare to agree, according to my understanding, the common people have been talking about it, saying that the strength of our dynasty has long since declined, far less than in previous decades. In particular, the military camps in the southwest are corrupt, military discipline is lax, the morale of the army is scattered, gangs are formed, and sometimes even military bandits collude to harm the people. This kind of news is particularly worrying, just imagine, once the peace is settled, how easy it will come, and it is really rare for the people to live a few days of stable life. ”

Speaking of this, his young face showed a look of sadness, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

The master was quiet for a while, and he was playing a small abacus in his heart, this Zhizhou has only been in office for half a year, and he usually speaks and does things with the seriousness of young people, as an old oilman who has been mixed with grassroots officialdom for decades, what he dislikes the most is this kind of boss who is both immature and too serious. So now listening to him reveal his true feelings again, the master was a little impatient in his heart, but he couldn't say it yet.

He thought about it for a while, and didn't want to go around in circles with Lord Zhizhou anymore, so he simply went straight to the point, and said slowly: "Whether he is a sheep in sheep's clothing, or he is a sheep who has really returned to seclusion and has become an honest sheep, our Qingzhou Mansion has been with him all these years, even if he makes any noise, it has nothing to do with adults." My lord, as long as you handle it safely, don't make a big mistake at this juncture, and when the three years are over, the matter of entering Beijing will be basically in order——"

The master has been practicing for a long time, and when he meets a young man like Lord Zhizhou, he is always not familiar enough with the worldliness of officialdom, and he has to mention it step by step as a master, and this mention can't be too explicit, it can't hurt the face of the adult, so that the adult feels the slightest discomfort, so he has to take a degree. He's been masterfully grasping that degree. He knows where to burn firewood, where to light a fire, and how much to fan the flames to be considered to be silent and just right.

Sure enough, the master's words poked at the prefect's weakness. Even if this young Zhizhou is full of family and country, but if it really involves his black yarn hat, he will not rush up to protect it.

There was a bang, and the prefect no longer hesitated, he had already stood up, his wide sleeves brushed by, and the black and white bells fell to the ground like rain.

"Someone, pen and ink waiting-"

The little messenger who was waiting quietly in front of the screen and the door had already heard the sound and rushed to it.

The master looked calm, and followed the adult to the front hall. He knew that his point had once again reached the most critical position, and the pimple in the adult's heart finally had an answer, and he had made up his mind, and he knew how to report to the court.

Behind him, a maid ran out quietly, kneeling on the ground and picking up the black and white children that fell to the ground one by one.