Cao He took out the dagger, wiped the blood on his sleeve, held the corpse of the doorman with one hand, and a pack of medicinal powder slipped into his hand, pouring it on the bloodstains, covering the smell of blood.

Dragging the corpse to the fire, Cao He put the corpse on a chair and fixed it into a posture with his hands on his shoulders, his head leaning against the doorpost, as if he had fallen asleep.

At this time, Bo, the two Fuzhen master who had changed shifts, walked by and looked in the direction of the doorman, and one of them greeted: "Old Wang is drunk again?"

Cao He said with a smile: "Yes, I am greedy for a cup and drunk again." ”

One of the masters, Bo, saw Cao He's secret hook action and hid the dagger that had slipped into Lu's hand, and he was also a spy at the sticky rod.

Then he talked and laughed with the other master Bo, and walked away shoulder to shoulder, not knowing that the master Bo who had been wandering through the Ghost Gate Pass was still counting the old Wang Tou who had arrived at the Ghost Gate Pass, and there was a lot of sarcasm and contempt in his words.

Cao He gently opened the door, and Wen Zhiqian flashed in sideways: "The situation is urgent, act immediately tonight." ”

"Tonight?" Cao He was slightly surprised, his eyes paused on Ding Yi's body, and then returned to Wen Zhiqian's body: "My lord, you can act tonight, but it will take some time." ”

"I'm going to procrastinate, and the rest must be done. Wen Zhiqian ordered, his tone unobstructed.

Cao He nodded heavily: "My subordinates will do it immediately." As he spoke, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Wen Zhiqian glanced at the brightly lit main building of the Fuzhen Division, and exhaled a long breath: "Ding Yi, you are waiting here, no matter what happens, you can't make a move, and the success or defeat is here." ”

"What the hell are you going to do?" the monk couldn't figure it out, this group of people was so strange that they couldn't understand what they were doing at all.

Wen Zhiqian didn't answer, and suddenly, he strode forward and walked towards the light in the main building.

The grassland has reached the deep winter season, there is no curfew, and at night, every family will automatically close the door and do not leave the house at night, so at such a season, especially in the middle of the night, the workload of the Fuzhen Division has to be greatly reduced, and only a few handmaidens are organizing the sand table.

The sand table is scaled in a fixed proportion according to the size of Shengjing City, accurate to each household, and the things that regulate the sand table are cumbersome and complicated, and only a clever woman can do such a meticulous thing.

The entire Fuzhen Division is fully operational, monitoring the entire Shengjing City, in addition to the 1,000 and 60 watchtowers outside the Wuhou, the Fuzhen Division also needs no less than 100 personnel to turn the huge Shengjing City into a city on the sand table.

After a day of hard work, He Binzhi was sitting on the main seat of the main hall at this time, rubbing his slightly sore temples with his hands, Fuzhen Si Si Cheng's position was humble, but he held real power, it was an extremely heavy position, He Binzhi's appearance and succession was not the selection system of normal officials of the grassland court, but was directly appointed by the Bank of China, in addition to the position of Fuzhen Si Cheng, He Binzhi also had another identity, the next generation of Mo family giants, the successor of the Bank of China.

At the beginning, He Binzhi took over as the Fuzhen Si Si Cheng is also quite troublesome, there were major differences within the Xiongnu, the grassland people think that the command of the imperial city falls into the hands of the Central Plains, is a major hidden danger, although the position of the Fuzhen Si Cheng is relatively low, but there is a lot of oil and water, every day to and fro traders, a little scrape is extremely rich oil and water, of course, the more important thing is the safety of the imperial city.

Even Hao Lian Bobo and Tuoba Longye, who had great respect for the Book of the Bank of China, chose to remain silent, and Xiu Tukui even let out the words, if the Central Plains people took over the watchtower system, he would cut that person first. In the end, the final word was made by the Xiongnu Khan, who overrode public opinion and allowed He Binzhi to ascend to such an important position.

Since He Binzhi sat in the hall of the Fuzhen Division, he trembled every day, for fear of insulting Mr. and causing dissatisfaction in the Xiongnu court.

got up and poured a cup of tea, accepted the warmth in the cup, and was a little tired and dissipated, He Binzhi gently put down the cup, looked back at the main man who was sleeping crookedly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, the grassland is bitterly cold, and there are not many people who can be literate, so the manpower of Fuzhen Division has been in a state of tension.

Although he didn't dare to talk about it openly, but in private, He Binzhi speculated more than once, just by reading and writing, the grassland people don't seem to have the talent in this area, they are good at riding horses and fighting, the more delicate things, the rougher the grassland people. In the end, it is still necessary for the Central Plains people brought by the northward migration of chariots and horses to run the Fuzhen Division, and the grassland people call this group of Central Plains people the remnants of the Tang Dynasty, although they despise this group of people, but it is often this group of remnants of the Tang Dynasty who live the best life in the grassland.

Mr. Zhong has been committed to integrating the Central Plains and the grassland people together, but in He Binzhi's eyes, this is a thing that will never succeed, the two can influence each other, and will never be integrated.

Sighing, He Binzhi couldn't help but smile bitterly, not to mention it from afar, just these masters in front of him are mostly from the Central Plains, and Sheng Jingcheng's eyes are still in the hands of the Central Plains.

There was a loud bang in his heart, the Central Plains people? He Binzhi couldn't help but gasp, if this group of Central Plains people intended to subvert Shengjing City, then, he didn't continue to think, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Zhiqian walking into the main hall with a smile on his face.

"Wen Zhiqian?" He Binzhi slowly stood up, holding the teacup tightly with one hand, he and this Wen Ye had met at the banquet, they talked about meat and vegetarian jokes, and sang small songs well, the two of them nodded at each other, but he was able to walk into Fuzhen Si unharmed, this matter was weird: "Come on, take him down for me!"

He Binzhi's loud shout woke up the drowsy master, everyone got up and looked at Wen Zhiqian who suddenly appeared, and the few little maids who were neat and tidy on the sand table also hid aside, and the wolf guard holding the grassland scimitar suddenly came out and surrounded Wen Zhiqian.

Wen Zhiqian was not afraid, he took out the dry tobacco pouch in a leisurely manner, pressed down the golden-colored tobacco with his thumb, lit the pine, and sprayed clouds and mist: "Lord He, don't come unharmed." ”

He Binzhi's mind turned sharply, looking at the fearless Wen family son, he was sure that he was a spy of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but he appeared in the Fuzhen Division so blatantly, there must be a conspiracy, what did he want to do: "Wen Gongzi, you appeared rashly, aren't you afraid of losing your life?"

Wen Zhiqian smiled slightly: "Why did Lord He see that Wen was going to lose his life?"

"Isn't it?" As soon as He Binzhi's words fell, a Wuhou ran in from the outside, ignoring the scene in the hall, the flag in his hand kept waving, and Wuhou was not allowed to talk when he entered the Fuzhen Division, which was the first rule of the Fuzhen Division.

He Binzhi looked at the waving flag, his brows furrowed even more, and he muttered to interpret the flag: "Action?"