Storm (9 Beats)

The night in Quanzhou was quiet, and most of the rooms were lights off, except for the workshop on the riverbank. The hustle and bustle of the city for a day only shows its true face at this moment, in the center, the old dance pavilion recalls the glory of the past in the old, and the periphery of the city, the new high eaves fly Ou chasing the brightness of the Ming Dynasty in the novelty, and the new and the broken are intertwined, deducing a different scenery of an era.

In the most dilapidated and now prosperous Donkey Dung Hutong of Chaishi Lane, a new-style house still reveals faint lights. The owner of the house is obviously an explosive household, the yard covers a large area, but the façade is extremely narrow. The new-style small buildings in the courtyard are arranged in a mess in the east and west, which does not conform to the five elements of yin and yang, and does not show a decent atmosphere. The windows of each small building are narrow and high, and flickering lights shine through the slender windows, illuminating the labyrinthine courtyard.

A drunken drunkard, supported by the servant, stumbled into the courtyard gate. Although the layout of the courtyard is chaotic, it does not affect the drunkard's ability to recognize the way in the slightest. Swaying in the east and swaying in the west, following the shadows of the lights, the drunkard fell into the center of the courtyard and looked the ugliest and strongest masonry building.

"Young Master Cousin is back!" Someone reported it in the hallway.

The air in the hallway was a little hot, a boredom that precedes the summer storm. The wet and sticky feeling made the drunkard unconsciously speed up his pace, and the sound of clattering, clattering footsteps from the bottom to the top, down the escalator to the second floor, turned around the third floor, and the rhythm became more and more brisk. By the time his feet stepped on the floor of the top floor, the drunkard's body was already standing straight, and his drunkenness was swept away.

"How's it going, Brother Yang, how is your luck today?" On the top floor, a middle-aged man with a slightly short stature and a somewhat tired face stepped forward and asked.

"Don't mention it, it's paradoxical. The money he brought with him was lost. Before leaving, he played a trick with the eunuch Le on the second floor, and gave him more than a dozen silver coins for nothing. The drunkard surnamed Yang stared at a pair of big eyes without any drunkenness, and replied with a grin, "Counting what I lost today, I lost to Chen Jiu, Zhang Kewang, Zhu Hanguo, and what Liu Jun and General Manager Liu have nearly one hundred and fifty silver coins, plus those lost by the brothers on the ground floor, if Dean Liu and Director Chen don't give the order to do it again, we will have to sell the house and land!" ”

"Dean Liu and Director Chen feel that the time has not yet come, if we close the net now, all the loaches that have been caught are small. Although you can rest assured and boldly lose, Master Du has allocated another amount of money, which is enough for you to lose for half a year! The shorter middle-aged man smiled and guided the big-eyed drunkard into the living room facing the stairs.

The living room is extremely spacious, with windows on all sides, and looking out through the window, you can see half of the scenery of Quanzhou City. If someone had set up a few small cannons at the window, a dozen streets away, they would all be under artillery fire.

"Hot!" The drunkard pulls open his neckline and allows the night breeze to cool his solid body. In the distance, there was a faint flash of electricity between the sea and the sky, indicating that a summer storm was brewing. A few lightning bolts illuminated the window, illuminating the horrific scar between his collarbone and neck.

"Being a spy is not a human job, and I'd rather go back to the front line and kill the Tartars than spend time in the casino every day!" The drunkard touched the scar on his body and protested sheepishly. It was left behind in the siege and annihilation of Suodu, and after he recovered from his injuries, he was forced to leave the Broken Army, and was forced to be a well-known outburst, rotten gambler, and Yang Dayan, who owned two cargo ships on the Nanyang route.

"I said Brother Big Eyes, you are really not satisfied, Lord Zhang is here to pay for you to gamble, you are quite unhappy. If you don't change the two of us, you go to Chen Yizhong's house to set up a stall to sell fruits, and I will lose money in the casino for you! A lame man staggered forward and greeted Yang Dayan.

"Come on, just like the appearance of your cripple, the Tartar people will dig out the bottom for you in three days." Yang Dayan smiled and fought back, and by the way, he greeted the others in the room, "Blacksmith Zhang, Liu Da liar, Sun Er Scar, you all finished work today." How is the trading going, is it open? ”

Several colleagues with different nicknames returned the salute with a smile, and they all shook their heads and said, "Just a few rotten garlic, I haven't seen any big fish again!" It's been in vain that our spy department has put in such a lot of effort! ”

In the corner of the room, several new faces also stood up and saluted Yang Dayan. He didn't know these people, but from the other party's skeleton and fist-hugging movements, Yang Dayan felt a familiar rhyme.

"Big eyes, this is Captain Guan Ruofei, and the others are the heads of the Broken Army, Chen Shu, Wang Dezhi, Li Kewang, ......" The general manager surnamed Zhang introduced the names of the strangers one by one, "Everyone is waiting for you to come back, the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion already has a whole plan of action!" ”

"But there is hope, otherwise, others still think that our Metropolitan Governor's Mansion is made of tofu, and anyone can step forward and break a piece down!" Yang said happily.

"Yes, if you don't give them some color, almost everyone wants to open a dye shop. Eating the offerings of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion in his mouth, but with the payment of the Northern Yuan in his hand, this day is too nourishing! ”

Several leaders of the detailed work interjected one after another, all believing that the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion should have taken action against Chen Yi and others. They were all veterans of the Broken Army who came down from Baizhang Ridge, and seeing the other brothers fighting hard with real knives and guns and Tartars on the front line, they changed their fake names such as Big Eyes, Two Scars, Blacksmith Gong, Liu Banxian, etc., and they were screaming with a group of old coffins who were about to die all day long, and the greasy feeling in their hearts was so uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Fortunately, the Metropolitan Governor's Office repeatedly promised that after the expulsion of the Tartars, the exploits of everyone would be seen in the light of day, and everyone barely had the motivation to persevere.

"Our mission this time is mainly to protect the safety of the Prime Minister's trip, you are all seniors of the Broken Army, if you have any suggestions, just put them forward, Guan sincerely asks you for advice!" Guan Ruofei's attitude was very polite, but he pointed out his task without a trace during his conversation.

The leaders of the fine work were a little disappointed, and wanted to complain a few words to Guan Ruofei, but they knew that the other party was the same as themselves, but they were acting on orders. One by one, they hung their heads and muttered to their seats.

"However, early tomorrow morning, there will be a group of soldiers who were injured in the battle of Ganzhou to come to Quanzhou for recuperation, and there are not many people, more than 100 people. The two school officials who took the lead were Wang Shi and Zhang Wanan, and everyone probably knew each other! Guan Ruofei couldn't bear to see everyone disappointed, and whispered "revealed" a secret

"Wang Shi? Zhang Wanan? Yang Dayan and the others were confused for a while, these two names felt very familiar, but they couldn't remember when and where they had seen them. In my impression, there were a few familiar figures dangling there, but they didn't match the name at all.

"Wang Laoshi and Zhang Goudan, these two guys, when did they change to a large size!" Du Cripple thought for a moment and scolded dissatisfiedly.

The morale of everyone was immediately inspired, Wang Shi and Zhang Wanan They didn't know who it was, but the names of Wang Laoshi and Zhang Goudan were like thunder, especially Wang Laoshi, the knife split Suodu, and the handsome banner of Dachun was chopped in the Ten Thousand Horse Army, and the heroic deeds had already spread all over Fujian and Liangguang. In the market, countless vendors claimed to be Wang Laoshi's neighbors, and even the people from several villages across his house from him wrote the words "Iron-blooded centurion fellow villager" on their signboards to fill the façade.

"Now, the thief Chen is carrying a stone and hitting his own foot!" Blacksmith Zhang rubbed his palms excitedly. The days of the hammer were too long, and he dreamed of reliving the taste of breaking the blade.

"Yes, Chen Yizhong's days are over!" Someone gloated. The people who came to heal Wang Laoshi were all officers, and everyone who went down to the new barracks could bring up a lot of people. There is a strange soldier on the side, no matter how cunning Chen Yizhong is, he can't turn up the wind and waves.

"Don't go to the hospital in the next few days, lest you let Old Thief Chen find out!" After everyone's joy passed, Zhang Ding, the spy manager, cleared his throat and walked to the center of the room.

The room immediately returned to tranquility, Guan Ruofei and other soldiers stood in a row, and Yang Dayan and other fine works also put away their smiling faces. Everyone was of different heights, dressed in mixed clothes, and stood in one place in a hurry, but faintly brought out the might of a hundred battles.

"Based on the information sent back from various places, after Prime Minister Wen arrives in Quanzhou, Chen Yizhong will inevitably launch. At that time, the fine work of the Tartar in Quanzhou will also be moved. Therefore, the Espionage Department ordered us to ensure the safety of Master Wen, and at the same time sweep away the Tartar's eyeliner and fine work, and never suffer in the future! Zhang Ding, the director of the Quanzhou spy report, waved his arm and made a heavy punch posture.

"What if, what if someone elbows?" Yang asked in a very low voice.

Under the conclusive evidence, there is no need to ask who the elbow person will be, everyone knows the answer. The room became even more silent in an instant, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes fell on Zhang Ding's face at the same time.

A flash of lightning through the window illuminated the tired face of the spy chief Zhang Ding, and from his bloodshot eyes, everyone finally saw a bit of a decisive decision.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy, right?" Fuzhou, the headquarters of the Espionage Department of the Broken Army, the Zhengqing of the Supervision Yuan sneered under the lamp.

Chen Zijing, director of the Espionage Department, sat opposite him, Chief of Staff Zeng Huan approached him, and Du Gui, the head of the household department, sat next to Chen Zijing with the big head of Fei Dundun, except for the old Confucian Chen Longfu, almost all the important civil servants around Wen Tianxiang gathered here.

"We all know what the trouble is. As long as the lord in the palace doesn't calm down, Chen Yizhong goes, and Zhang Yizhong, Li Yizhong, and Zhao Yizhong follow. Lord Kewen promised to go to Quanzhou to discuss matters with the emperor, and cooperate with everyone to lure the snake out of the hole, which is already the biggest concession. If we put forward a plan to put the emperor under house arrest again, it is estimated that everyone will have to be slapped by him a few times! Chen Zijing raised his head and replied faintly.

The electric fire flickering outside the window shone on his face, clearly illuminating his disappointed look. The opponent's performance made him too dissatisfied, and judging from the information collected so far, the royalist forces led by Chen Yizhong wanted to fight to the death with the Dadu Governor's Mansion. The Mongols were also involved in this. But the handle that everyone wanted to catch the most was not caught, and the biggest mistake of the little emperor Zhao Yu at present was only to connive at Chen Yizhong's liaison ministers to jointly impeach Wen Tianxiang, and simply interfered in arranging assassins. Zhao Yu's two teachers, Lu Xiufu and Deng Guangjian, one had an ambiguous attitude, and the other was rushing to Quanzhou on a starry night, and his attitude was not clear.

This is far from meeting everyone's previous expectations, before Wen Tianxiang supported the plan to lure the snake out of the hole, Chen Zijing's spy department and Liu Zijun's supervision yuan both came to the conclusion that all conservative forces colluded in one place and were about to subvert the new policy by any means. Who would have expected that things would develop all the way, and the old ones would also make a lot of noise, and the rain would be small, and in the end, only Chen Yizhong and more than a dozen people insisted on acting.

"Kublai Khan has killed Nayan and stabilized Liaodong. Meng Yuan is about to fight a decisive battle with the Great Song Dynasty with the strength of the country, if we don't take all the power back to the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion before the decisive battle, and get rid of the troubles, once there is chaos at a critical moment, the hard work of the past few years will be ruined. This operation can only solve all problems in the fastest time cleanly. You can't drag mud and water and leave any chance for Boyan and Kublai Khan! Chief of Staff Zeng Huan's tone was also a little impatient, from the military level alone, he was fearless of Meng Yuan's soldiers and horses. But if military and government affairs are mixed together, the general staff's chances of victory will be reduced by half. Because in the current state of affairs, the Royalist is like a landmine, and no one knows when it will be pulled in the shadows. Once it sounded, the losses caused were far greater than those of the Yuan army.

The damp smell of the wind swept across the sky, blowing the willow trees outside the window to sway back and forth. The branches fluttered and shrunk in the wind, as if terrified of the coming summer storm.

A few drops of bean-sized raindrops smashed on the broken glass window, smashing the glass "pop, pop". The summer heat is about to dissipate, and with the wind, it is a little cool.

Another lightning light illuminated Liu Zijun's cold face, and his voice exploded in the room with the thunder that followed: "So, we can only take a risk, push the boat down the river, and give the emperor more energy!" ”

According to Du's opinion, Mo Ruo put on a yellow robe for Lord Wen. On the group of yellow robes, those who scolded Lord Wen were Cao Cao, and nine out of ten would kneel down and shout Long live my emperor! Du Gui seemed to be awakened from a dream by thunder, shook his head, and said angrily.

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned. This has to be said to be a good idea, for many speculators and defenders of etiquette and religion in the name of old Confucianism and new Confucianism, they only care whether there is an emperor on their heads, and in fact they don't care what the emperor's surname is and who will do it.

"I'm afraid this is not easy, Master Wen insists on equality, insisting on conformity rather than dictatorship!" After thinking for a while, Zeng Huan whispered.

After following Wen Tianxiang for so many years, he has long lost the Zhao Emperor in his eyes, and he has thought more than once in his heart that if Wen Tianxiang is allowed to be the emperor, will all the intricacies be solved. But every time he soberly told himself that this was impossible, Wen Tianxiang, especially Master Wen, who came to his senses after Baizhangling, would never easily put a yellow robe on himself.

The goal he pursued was equality and conformity, not monopoly. His ideal was to create a country that was relatively fair, where everyone's interests were protected to the greatest extent possible, and where everyone had parliamentary power. In such a state, those in power simply follow the will of the majority to find the right direction, rather than saying what they say.

"What if everyone elects him to be the emperor and asks him to make his own decisions?" Du Gui lowered his head and muttered again, "Let's hurry up, Boyan can't wait in Jinghu for a long time!" ”

Click, a flash of lightning, illuminates everyone's faces.

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