Wen Zuo had followed his father in the Northwest Camp for many years, and he had always had a keen sense of danger.

He felt that Fu Gengyuan's transfer to Jiangxi as an official was by no means as simple as the emperor sympathizing with him and letting him mix his qualifications, there must be other arrangements behind it. Therefore, he also did his best to follow Fu Geng all the way, but he asked to escort Fu Geng back to Beijing with all his tails, and this errand was over.

Now that Fu Geng has suddenly disappeared, Wen Zuo instinctively feels that this matter is dangerous. That's why he came to find it himself. Along the way, he kept urging the horse, and he just wanted to grow wings and fly to the Qingyang embankment.

The four of them walked quickly, and it took a cup of tea before they left the city. The situation outside the city was even worse than in the city, and the roads were full of water and mud, and it took only half an hour to walk more than ten miles.

At this time, the four horsemen came to the bottom of a hillside, and the earth on the mountain was loosened by the heavy rain, and it slid down a lot, and the road was very difficult to navigate. Wenzo drove the horse carefully, and suddenly, the horse's front hooves went limp, and the horse leaned forward. The horse neighed and struggled, and its hind hooves flung sharply, and in an instant they threw Wenzo out.

The sudden change occurred, Wen Zuo was caught off guard, and the person was already in mid-air. At this moment, a strong wind struck behind him, and Leng Sensen's murderous aura went straight to his back heart with a chill.

Wen Zuo held the hilt of the sword and pressed the collapse spring, "choking" a long sword out of the sheath, he took a long breath, his body twisted half a circle in the air, the long sword in his hand drew an arc, only the sword blue light swept by, the rain and fog scattered, the long sword made a "buzz" low sound, to meet the sneak attack of the knife light, the sword intersected and made a muffled sound, Wen Zuo took advantage of the opponent's strength, the body swept back three feet, stood firmly in place, held the sword as the chest, the other hand has buckled three fish-shaped darts, looked straight ahead, shouted and asked: "Who is coming?" ”

The sneak attacker's long knife was crossed in front of his chest, and he smiled lazily and said, "General Wen is very skilled." As he spoke, the blade shook twice to the left and right, only to see a stream of bloody arrows rushing out of the necks of the two accompanying guards, and then they fell to the ground, and at a glance, they were already dead of anger.

Wen Zuo's pupils shrank, clenched his long sword, and said coldly: "Hou Yi, what do you mean?" ”

This Hou Yi is the deputy leader of the eight dragon guards, usually taciturn and old, Wen Zuo really doesn't understand, how could he suddenly be so ruthless.

Hou Yi still looked old-fashioned, scratched his hair casually and said, "General Wen is funny to ask. What do you mean by me? Can't you see what I mean? ”

As he said the last word, he burst into flames, and his long knife pierced through the rain curtain and struck straight at Wenzo's face.

Wen Zuo shouted, and the long sword swept straight up, two of the three darts in his hand flew out, and one buckle was missed.

That Hou Yi seemed to have expected that Wen Zuo would have a dart shot, sneered, swung out the short sword in his left hand, and flicked it slightly, only hearing the two sounds of "dang, dang", the dart fell in response, but his castration was unstoppable, and the thick long knife was about to intersect with Wen Zuo's long sword.

The corners of Hou Yi's mouth couldn't help but show a sneer. What he was holding in his hand was a sharp blade that had broken his hair, and when he intersected with Wen Zuo's sword, Wen Zuo's sword had been broken by his knife, and this time he struck again, only afraid that Wen Zuo's sword would break. He wants to see, without weapons, how should the "Wen's Sword Technique" be used?

Seeing Wen Zuo's slightly panicked face getting closer and closer, a trace of bloodthirsty excitement flashed in Hou Yi's eyes, and he slashed the knife fiercely.

The sound of "bang", the dull sound of weapons intersecting, and the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh, mixed with the roar of the heavy rain, sounded particularly distorted.

Hou Yi proudly saw that Wen Zuo's long sword had broken in two and fell to the ground. His long knife had cut a deep wound in his shoulder blade, and at this moment, Wen Zuo was half-kneeling a few steps away, staring at him with a heavy gaze.

Hou Yi took a step forward, and when he raised the knife again, he suddenly felt that his arm was weak, and a bone-piercing cool air hit his chest, making his smile freeze in the corner of his eye.

He looked down in amazement, but saw a fish-shaped dart stuck in his chest, the white tassel at the end of the dart was soaked with blood, and it was flowing downward, falling into the rain on the ground, and soon disappeared with the water.

"You ......" Hou Yi raised his head, looked at Wen Zuo in front of him in disbelief, took two steps forward, but finally couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

Before he took his last breath, Hou Yi's last thought was: It is said that Wen's one dart and two shots seem to be fake, and one dart and three shots are true. It's a pity that he knew it too late.

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The pouring rain poured down, and a few figures wearing robes and bamboo hats in the Qingyang Embankment were like spots washed away by the heavy rain.

Outside the embankment, the waves are surging, and the waves are like galloping horses without a halter, tirelessly beating the embankment, and after the loud sound of "bang, bang", a large splash of water splashes on the shore, which can pour people from top to bottom.

In a pile of rubbles on the far left side of the embankment, Fu Geng pinched the rotten grass and sand in his hands, trembling uncontrollably, and a sense of pathos rose from the depths of his heart, making his eyes bloodshot, gritting his teeth, and lining his pale complexion, he looked like a ghost.

He could finally be sure that his judgment was correct, and there was indeed something wrong with the Qingyang Embankment.

10,000 stones, 30,000 people, 3,500,000 taels of silver.

Fu Geng gritted his teeth, twisted his eyebrows, and showed a look on his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and wanted to cry or not, which made the Xingzhou on the side look frightened.

Ever since the traces of mining were found on the barren mountains of Hongping County, Fu Geng has always been suspicious.

Why did Pi County go to Hongping to dig stones when they built embankments? Although there is no high mountain in Pi County, but the adjacent Sicheng is there, what is the reason for giving up Sicheng and taking Hongping? That Hongping is far away from Pixian County and not to mention, the official road is rugged all the way, and the stone transportation was also carried out by water and land transportation in those years, and it took a long time to complete.

In order to find out the truth of this near and far, Fu Geng quietly arranged the manpower, and visited the secret for nearly a year, until yesterday on the way to Pi County, he received the exact news, confirming that the barren mountain in Hongping is actually a small silver mine. Although the ore on the mountain has been largely hollowed out, the traces left by the deposit are still there. And this small silver mine, which was not reported to the imperial court, was secretly mined.

After receiving this news, Fu Geng was even more sure that there must be water in the 10,000 stones of Qingyang Embankment. That's why he came here overnight, taking advantage of the night to ask someone to pick up the outermost gravel of the embankment. At this moment, what he held in his hand was the landfill in the embankment. It was neither stone and glutinous pulp, nor straw mat and gravel, but rotten grass and sand.

It is strange that the embankment built with such materials is not washed away. (To be continued.) )