Dark clouds cover the moon, a thin mist shrouds the hills, and the already gloomy mass grave dense forest adds a bit of treachery.

A knight rode by, his eyes slightly squinted, as if he had fallen asleep on his horse.

The horses ran around like psychics, stepping on the muddy road after the new rain, making a sound of stamping.

Suddenly, torches were erected on both sides of the road and came out of a pile of tombs. A group of men in black short-fighting suits scurried over with weapons in hand.

Immediately, the knight's eyes opened, his gaze froze, he leaned sideways and lay forward, drew his sword and threw it forward, cutting off the stumbling horse. There were screams on both sides, thinking that two people who had pulled up the tripping rope and were shaken to the ground.

The knight did not know how many men there were in the night, and he did not like to fight, but rode into the woods.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and he pulled out a short blade from his calf. There was a figure on each side of the tree, falling from the tree, the blade in his hand dangling, chilling in the moonlight.

Immediately, the knight turned around lightly, and as soon as he made a move, he went straight to the opponent's vital point, moving between the lightning and flint twice, cutting his throat and stabbing his heart, and the killers on the two trees were killed instantly.

Around their waists, a rope hangs, which seems to have been prepared for a long time. After the killing, the knight cut off a piece of his robe from them and stuffed it into the quiver on his horse. Then he reached into his arms, touched a silk silk, and nodded with satisfaction.

He rode out of the woods, took out a piece of dry food, took a bite of it, and fed the rest to the horse's mouth. He pulled out the wine sac stopper, poured a few sips with his head up, and galloped away with a clip on the horse's belly.

When the sky broke, there was already a suburb of Bianliang City in front of him, and through the bright light, he could see clearly that the knight's body was a red brocade robe, and the old costume of the Long Live Camp was there.

The establishment of the Long Live Battalion for the construction of Genyue has been cancelled, and most of the people have entered the Governor's Mansion, and some capable personnel have become Yang Lin's personal guards.

Riding into Bianliang, this person went straight to Zhaodefang and saw Lu Qian at the door.

Lu Qian smiled: "Hu Ce, why is it so fast, has the news arrived?" ”

The man on the horse jumped off his horse and said, "Hey, don't mention it, there are thieves blocking the way all the way, I don't think these people are strong men who gather people to make trouble, Yu Hou can send someone to investigate." I have an urgent military situation here, and Shaozai can be in the house? ”

"I'll take you." Lu Qian instructed his men to lead his horse to the stable, and personally led the way to a courtyard.

In the courtyard, Yang Lin was fiddling with a huge piece of cardboard, which was densely filled with names, and when he looked closely, all of them were officials from the court and the central government.

After each name, there was a short comment, Hu Ce coldly saw a Shangguan Yun, behind him wrote the words "kill on a certain day", and when he looked outside, the familiar name and Cai Jing were written, and behind him was written "can't go out of the city". There are also some names that I don't know, and there are a few words of comment on the back, what kind of raiding the family and exterminating the family, framing and expelling..., it is easy to set the way for them.

With Yang Lin's deliberate calculations, he will definitely put them into action one by one, and after a few sketches, he will change them, which may be the grass on the wall that has come to him quickly when he sees the opportunity.

Hu Ce couldn't help but secretly speak. The old salt king also has a nickname domineering, if he really says that he has a black heart and a poisonous hand, he has to be the little salt king in front of him.

"Shaozai."

Yang Lin got up from the cardboard, still holding a brush in his hand, and Liu Rongniang next to him quickly took it and wiped his hands with a towel.

"Why did you come back so quickly, and how was the battle going after I left?"

Hu Ce took out a silk silk from his arms and said, "This is what Fang Shuai asked the standard to bring to Shaozai." ”

Yang Lin took it, unfolded it, and smiled: "Fang Qifo is really a way, the internal strife in Jiaozhi is uncontrollable, this small place is very evil, don't use the sword soldiers, let them fight among themselves is the best." ”

Fang Qifo said one thing in the letter, he had already started to let the people from the Intelligence Department rescue the queen. Now that the old emperor is dead, the empress doesn't know what the reason is, and she hasn't been killed. It is said that it is for what Tiger Seal, Yang Lin smiled secretly in his heart, and it was really a group of dead brains. What kind of bullshit tiger seal, at this time, you should first cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and remove the hidden danger of Empress Lan Ying. After holding the power, if you cut a carrot as a tiger seal, no one will object. When your strength is not good, even if you have our Han heirloom jade seal, you are useless.

If the people from the Intelligence Department rescued Empress Lan Ying, the rebels in Jiaozhi would be even more confident. Now, with the funding of the Great Song Dynasty, they still can't defeat the Li Dynasty's army, but there are many people in the army who are loyal to the old emperor. Li Yanghuan was tyrannical and eccentric, and he killed his father, and many people were extremely dissatisfied with him.

Hu Ce frowned and said, "Shaozai, mark all the way back, and there have been seven or eight night attacks when you encounter Shao Shuo." It seems that someone is specifically targeting the people who have issued orders to the imperial court. ”

Yang Lin: "Huh? He scolded: "There is such a thing, but it is not surprising, these birdmen are the worst." When you come and go, beware of sneak attacks, and try not to walk at night. ”

There is constant chaos in the place, and the ghosts, snakes, and gods are spreading everywhere, and it is impossible for him to cover all the places as if he is controlling Bianliang.

Yang Lin frowned, and after a long time of silence, he said: "The biggest problem now is that there are too many wilderness mountains along the way, and it is difficult for the brothers to find a place to rest at night.

In my opinion, it is better to set up a number of post stations on the main roads of the provinces. Every 200 miles, a post station is set up for people who go to Beijing for business or tributary to live. ”

The Great Song Dynasty's disregard for the local area made many places difficult to control, Yang Lin has divided the world into thirteen provinces, and the territory is more than double that of the past, especially after Song Jiang conquered the Western Regions, and now the territory is even larger than that of the Tang Dynasty.

Now that we have decided to change our minds, we must strengthen the ties between Bianliang and the localities, and we must no longer allow all kinds of malpractices and vices to run rampant in the localities.

Hu Ce took out a rag from his bosom and said, "This cloth was cut from the clothes of the thieves on the road, and I bothered Lu Yuhou to hand it over to the brothers of the Intelligence Department. ”

Lu Qian took it, put it in the sun, and said, "This is Lingnan's ramie cloth, only where it is humid and hot, can this thing be produced." However, since you were attacked in Kaifeng Mansion, there is no reason to rush to Kaifeng from Lingnan to ambush you. ”

Yang Lin nodded and said, "All of them are handed over to the Intelligence Department, and you will also cooperate with them to investigate, find out one, and severely punish it, so as to set an example and stop this unhealthy trend." You spread the news that there is nothing important these days, so don't go at night until now. ”