On this day, the army of Song Yinting, who was stationed outside Wurong County, was still as usual, practicing when it was time to drill, resting when it should be resting, and looking from the outside of the military formation, it would not find anything unusual.

However, not long after nightfall, there was an elite army of more than 2,000 people, which was broken into pieces, and took advantage of the cover of night to rush towards Yanping Mansion.

In the tent of the Chinese army, there is even more tension and slaughter. All the important people gathered together, and from time to time some people worked hard to write, and many of the letterheads that had been piled up on the side, more than half of them were to be sent to the dignitaries in Beijing.

Next to the beeping fire, Song Yin Ting was whispering with his advisers, analyzing the situation in the imperial court, discussing who to warn them about, asking them to cut off Zhang Chengtao as soon as possible, and which opponents to take this opportunity to get rid of.

At this moment, half of what everyone in this military tent is doing is to completely kill Zhang Chengtao, and the other half is to obtain as many political resources as possible in this upcoming bloody storm.

In such a scene, Bu'an is naturally not suitable for being present.

And except for Song Yinting, everyone in the account couldn't understand why Lord Song was so confident-Song Yinting didn't tell everyone about the story of Bu'an's peaceful rebellion and moon worship.

The middle-aged Confucian who had cursed Bu'an during the day was temporarily busy with the business at hand, and when he saw that Song Yinting was rubbing his temples and bowing his head in contemplation, he came to his side and lowered his voice and said: "My lord, that scholar has always behaved perversely, and his words are not shocking and endless. His one-sided remarks, in case there is a falsehood, it is enough to mobilize the people, but I am afraid that it will shake the morale of the army and cause endless harm. ”

"Are you behaving perversely?" Song Yinting opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

The middle-aged Confucian was stunned and said, "Didn't you hear about what you did in Yuezhou?" I only said that today, he was outside the tent, and if he didn't agree with him, he injured Chu Yun......

"The son of evil is to blame, Brother Yan Min is going to mention it again!" Jiang Hongyi, who was writing a letter on the side, suddenly spoke up, obviously he was bent on two things, always paying attention to the conversation here.

The middle-aged Confucian surnamed Yan Min is also a Confucian in Qufu, and he grew up watching the Jiang brothers grow up. Today, Jiang Chuyun not only suffered a loss, but was also beaten with sixty military sticks, looking extremely pitiful, he saw it in his eyes, and felt uncomfortable.

But people's fathers all said that "they are to blame", and He Yanmin has nothing to say, but his expression is still a little tangled, and he seems to be very worried about the situation.

Seeing this, Song Yinting smiled and raised his eyebrows at a strategist beside him.

The strategist was in his fifties, his hair was half white, and he got Song Yinting's hint, closed the roster in his hand, and said leisurely: "Two months ago, when my lord saw Buzhidao for the first time, he ordered me to go to Jiangnan Dongdao to check on this person. Lord He said that he behaved perversely, but he only knew one thing, not the other. ”

As soon as these words came out, the attention of everyone in the tent was attracted.

"Master He, what do you think is the talent of 'don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves'?" asked the half-white-haired strategist with a smile.

"No matter how long or short the sentence is, the scholar has done it very well, so this word is the best, and the talent is naturally good. It's just ......"

Without waiting for He Yanmin to continue, the old strategist said again: "Such a talented person should become famous as a young man." Before he worshiped the Heavenly Lady, had Lord He ever heard of this person?"

He Yanmin shook his head and said nothing, with a puzzled look on his face.

Someone on the side laughed and said: "I heard people say that before the scholar worshiped the heavenly grandmother, he sat in the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain for seven days. Could it be that there is really a poet and immortal preaching to him?"

"The bamboo forest at the foot of Tianmu Mountain, if it was really so mysterious, how could Tianmu Academy fall into today's situation. Jiang Hongyi said to himself: "The immortal is sitting and enlightened, maybe it is true...... The mystery of the bamboo forest must be nonsense. ”

What Master Jiang said is extremely true. The world thought that the footsteps had passed through the secret realm of the bamboo forest before they were reborn, but they did not see through another trick. The old strategist paused and whetted everyone's appetite: "Before he went to Tianmu Academy, Bu Hongxuan had just made a marriage contract for him and wanted him to join the Yu family. ”

"This son's perverse behavior began when the entry document was signed," Song Yinting said in a low tone, and his words were concise: "It happened to end on the day of the imperial marriage contract, and soon after that, he left Yuezhou and went south to Qifu." ”

He Yanmin pondered for a long time, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then looked at Song Yinting in disbelief.

"Yes, his words and deeds are out of line, and he is doing it for Yu Zhaozhong, but it is a pity that the Holy Emperor gave him a marriage contract, which made his previous achievements go to waste. Song Yinting sighed.

"Then he went straight to Qimin Dao......" He Yanmin said this, and then closed his mouth, obviously understanding the reason.

Not only him, but the rest of the people couldn't help but secretly marvel when they knew the cause and effect.

"Anyway, we will know the result tomorrow at the latest. You can't go wrong with preparing first. Song Yinting ended the topic.

Everyone's attention returned to the matter at hand, but they couldn't help but think about all kinds of rumors about the scholar. I never cared about it before, but now once these clues are put through, I feel that this person is really a little scary.

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Also on this night, the atmosphere in the residence of the political envoy on the bank of the Jiulong River in Zhangzhou Mansion became even more tense.

In Zhang Chengtao's room, there were two female corpses, which were the two palace maids given to him by Emperor Longxing.

The sword wound on the woman's chest was small and hidden, but it happened to pierce the tendons, and it was obvious that the killer had extremely skilled swordsmanship.

When Zhang Xianye heard the news, he rushed into the house, only to see his father in civilian clothes, sitting on the bed, looking at the two female corpses in a daze.

"Daddy, is Daddy okay? Have you ever seen the Assassin's appearance?!"

It took Zhang Chengtao a few breaths to wake up from his daze, but his expression was unusually calm, and he waved his hand and said, "What's the hurry, close the door, and drive the idlers and others away." ”

Zhang Xianye immediately did so, brought himself, and the soldiers who were guarding the door at the moment all blasted away, then closed the door, returned to his father, and said in a low voice: "Daddy, what happened?"

"It's not a good thing, I killed people. Zhang Chengtao's tone seemed to be talking about an inconsequential trivial matter.

In the past ten years, this political envoy of the Seven Fujian Province has always shown himself as sick and weak, so that people have gradually forgotten the fact that he was a decisive and resolute figure.

Even his own son Zhang Xianye was frightened at this moment, and only after a while did he say, "They ...... What did they do?"

"In the past month or so, I have received four Feiyan letters, all from the magistrates of Jianzhou and Yanping, all of which say the same thing......" Zhang Chengtao didn't seem to hear his son's question at all, or didn't care about what he asked, but just said to himself: "There is a scholar surnamed Bu in the county." ”