Huiwu County is very small, so small that Changsun Hong only walked a hundred steps and came to the end of the village.

The walls made of stone mixed with yellow mud, and the wooden rafters covered with straw, built a simple county yamen, or rather, a village office, which is more appropriate.

The light inside was even more dim than the restaurant just now, the lintel was very low, and when Changsun Hong, who was not very tall, walked in, he had to lower his head so as not to touch the stone door frame.

The room was against the wall, there were a few windows, and by the light shining in from the outside, the few people sitting in the room saw the appearance of Changsun Hong clearly, and they immediately stood up and bowed to Changsun Hong.

"Hello Mr. Eldest Sun!"

"All sit, all sit." Changsun Hong beckoned: "You're welcome, they're all acquaintances, feel free." ”

Several people were still standing, and after Changsun Hong sat down on a chair, he restrainedly lowered his buttocks back to his original seat.

"Onde, why didn't you entertain our friends for tea?" Changsun Hong noticed that the teacups held in front of a few people were full of tea liquid, and he didn't take a sip, so he frowned and said to Jiulong Angde, who was standing by the door and pressed the handle of the knife like a door god: "This is not our Shimenfan's hospitality." ”

Before Kowloon Onde by the door could answer, the people hurriedly helped him explain: "Don't blame sir, General Kowloon has been talking to us. ”

"Yes, we didn't feel thirsty, so we didn't drink it."

"Come on, let's have a drink together to show our gratitude to Mr. Shimen Fan Changsun!"

A few people chattered, stood up to drink tea, and because of panic, some people touched the table.

The eldest grandson Hong looked at these people with interest, there were four of them, they looked like they were not young, the old ones had white hair, and the youngest one was also in his early forties, wearing very ordinary cloth shirts, the clothes were washed white, slightly shabby, and the shape was thin, and it seemed that life was not very good. He looked respectful, very sensitive, and carefully paid attention to his words and deeds, lest he be rude.

After the four of them finished drinking the tea, the eldest grandson Hong put one hand on the table, turned sideways to a few people, leaned forward, and said mysteriously: "A few members of the Dong family, do you know who I met with just now?" ”

Those people looked at each other, of course they didn't know.

So the eldest grandson Hong asked himself and answered: "It's a member of the Gao family in Dali!" ”

"Gao family?!" Like cats whose tails had been trampled on, they suddenly jumped up, and their faces were as frightened as earth, and they screamed in surprise.

An old man with a white beard hurriedly said, "Mr. Eldest Sun, don't let them know that I'm waiting here!" A hundred years ago, the Gao clan seized power, my Dong clan was forced to give up the power of Dali Xiangguo, the family moved out, the Gao clan never let go of our pursuit, we hid in Tibet, survival in the cracks, it is really difficult, if the Gao family knows that we are here, Mr. Changsun in them still dare not do anything, once Mr. left, they will immediately send someone to kill! ”

The other three also looked panicked and said, "Yes, yes!" The Gao family hates my Dong family to the bone, sir, don't reveal the news about me! ”

Duan Wu, who was standing beside Changsun Hong, couldn't help but shake his head again and again, and couldn't help but scold: "You patted your chest a few days ago and swore that once Mr. Changsun succeeded, he would clean up the mess in Dali, take over the power of the Gao family, and govern Dali on behalf of Mr. Changsun. ”

Several members of the Dong family were stunned, their faces turned from white to red, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to say.

"Hey, Duan Wu, don't talk like that." Changsun Hong stretched out his hand and waved it, but looking at his smiling face, it was not like training people, but like a joke: "The Gao family is in charge of Dali's military power, arrogant and domineering, bad people bully good people, and good people naturally have to hide." This alone is not enough to erase the determination of the Dong family. ”

If the four members of the Dong family were amnesty, they immediately chimed in: "Yes, yes, it is exactly like this, my Dong family founded the country with the first emperor in Dali, and my ancestor Dong Jialuo first served as a military advisor and then served as the prime minister, which is the home of the founding prime minister, assisting several generations of emperors of the Duan family, if it were not for the insidious power of the Gao family, how could Dali have such a decadent situation today?" As long as Mr. Dali wins, the Dong family will come forward to clean up the rivers and mountains, and they will definitely be able to govern Dali properly on behalf of Mr.! ”

Duan Wu snorted, his eyebrows and eyes were not good, the barbarian has a bold personality, and he can't look down on the cowardly and cowardly people who can only show the ability of the tongue, these people in the Dong family shouted slogans loudly, and they were afraid when they encountered something, which really made him despised.

Changsun Hong kept a friendly smile, he knocked on the table, and said to the four of them: "Don't worry, here, no one dares to touch you, I met with the people of the Gao family, just to paralyze them and talk about the truce and the end of the war." Do you want the person you are looking for to have eyebrows? ”

"Yes, yes!" The white-bearded old man hurriedly replied, he is Dong Ruotang, the head of the Dong family of this generation, if the eldest grandson Hong wants the Dong family to take charge of Dali, Dong Ruotang must be the best choice, so he agreed the most actively: "The Duan family, starting from the founding emperor Duan Siping, borrowed the 36 barbarian tribes to establish the country, and has a total of thousands of descendants, among which Duan Siping's brother Duan Siying succeeded Taizong after Duan Siping's death, and the descendants of the two bloodlines have made several coups for the throne, and now Duan Zhixiang, the head of Dali, is in the line of Duan Siping, in order to prevent Duan Siying's descendants from seizing power, oppressed them so much that we sent people over, and we easily connected with them. ”

He was smug and complacent, obviously very satisfied with the successful completion of the errand: "We picked it and felt that Duan Siying's nineteenth generation grandson Duan Zhilang was very suitable, this person is only nineteen years old, just young, peaceful and indifferent, likes piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, good people to watch plays, mediocre qualifications, and is an excellent candidate for Mr. Changsun's support." ”

When Dong Ruotang said this, his face was gloomy, and he looked like a powerful minister who wanted to overthrow the emperor, his face was full of excitement, and he almost drooled.

"Yes, then it's him." Changsun Hong admired his expression, as if watching a big scene: "All the affairs that are in contact with him will be handed over to you, and when the time is right, I will send Duan Wu over to have an interview with him." ”

"Yes, please rest assured, sir, everything will be done." The people of the Dong family got up together and bowed to the eldest grandson.

"The rest of the details, Duan Wu and you will discuss it carefully, he is the one who leads the troops, and he is also the future head of Dali, you should be close, don't mess up." Eldest Sun Hong also stood up and walked out, patting Duan Wu on the shoulder as he passed by him.

Duan Wu nodded silently, reached the position where Changsun Hong had sit, put the long knife on his waist on the table with a "snap", and said expressionlessly: "Then let's start." ”

Several members of the Dong family sat down tremblingly, glanced at the long knife that seemed to exude bloody gas, agreed with a sigh, and sat down.

The air outside the house is fresh and wafting with a faint aroma of camellias, and it is refreshing to take a deep breath.

There are mountains on all sides, towering together, one mountain after another, one mountain is higher than the other, the eldest grandson Hong came out of the low house, stood on the steps, and stared at the continuous mountains.

Kowloon Angde followed behind him, keeping a distance of three steps, silent as the shadow of Changsun Hong.

"Onde, you know what? Beyond this mountain, there is a vast world, vast plains, huge cities, rushing rivers, and countless people, in the big city, people can wave their hands together, they can connect into a cloud, and they can stomp their feet together, and they can shake a city. Changsun Hong didn't turn around, he knew that Jiulong Angde was by his side: "They fight, and the scale of a battle is tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands." A war is decades long, countless people die, and no matter how big a city is, it can be crushed into ruins. ”

(End of chapter)