"Smack!"

A good inkstone on the table was swept to the ground by Fan Yongji with a wave of his hand and shattered.

Fan Yongji, the male of Henan, stared at his red eyes, like the birth of the Demon King of King Kong, angry like a crazy lion, kicked over the table with one kick, and kicked over the chair with another kick.

The floor was littered with the four treasures of the study and bits and pieces.

The scribe, who had finished speaking, was so frightened that he took several steps back and stood at the door, ready to jump out of the door and flee at any moment.

"These bastards!" Fan Yongji cursed, roaring, and his face turned red with anger: "Son of a bitch!" Lao Tzu entrusted his life to the Great Song Dynasty, but they treated me like this! Scoundrel! Something that pigs and dogs are not as good as! ”

As soon as he turned around, he overturned another flower stand, and a pot of cloud bamboo and mud basins on the shelf smashed to the ground in a mess.

"Heaven is going to kill me! Is the heavens going to kill me? There was a richly decorated sword hanging on the wall, Fan Yongji jumped over, pulled it out, danced around the room, cut whatever he saw, and vented his anger: "I, Fan Yongji, have never seen anything!" I've crawled out of the pile of dead people several times, what can scare me? Hahaha! Lao Tzu fought with them! ”

The walls were cut into potholes, and after a wave of light and shadow, Fan Yongji gasped and sat on the ground, and there were no chairs left in the room to sit on, all of them were cut to pieces by him.

The scribe's staff and a few guards cowered at the door to probe their brains, and no one dared to go in to persuade them at this time, in case Master Fan was angry and bloody, a sword slashed and killed, but it couldn't be drawn.

"Is ...... really over?" Fan Yongji's strength seemed to be exhausted in a burst of madness, and the frustration was like a tide, engulfing him immediately, and once he calmed down, despair easily occupied all his emotions.

An emerald long sword inlaid with an emerald on the hilt was casually thrown to the ground by him, and Fan Yongji leaned on a wall with countless sword marks on his back, sat down weakly, lowered his head and thought silently.

Song Ting made it clear that he wanted to use him as a scapegoat and sent him to Mongolia to vent his anger, and the letter sent by Jia Rudao was a life-seeking talisman, which was taken down on the spot.

But what if you don't go? The Mongols are just around the corner, maybe in two or three days, their banner will appear under the city of Junzhou, and at that time, how many people in the city are willing to fight to the death for his Fan Yongji?

Take 10,000 steps back and say that the people in the city are all his godsons of Fan Yongji, and they are willing to go out and work hard. But in the absence of strong foreign support, how long can the small Junzhou hold on?

When the food is finished, what will be eaten then?

Unsolvable.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.

The world is so big, there is no place for Fan Yongji.

"That ......" the scribe put his mouth in, his body was still outside the door, and whispered to Fan Yongji, who was sitting on the ground in a daze: "My lord, my subordinate has a sentence that I want to tell my lord." ”

Fan Yongji sat with his head down and ignored him.

The scribe was bored, probably a little at a loss, and thought for a while before continuing: "My subordinates came back from Lin'an, and I heard one thing along the way, and people outside were saying that the Sichuan system in Shuzhong made Wang Kui order the handsome Changsun Hong to go out of the Yinping Trail and attack Hanzhong, and now he occupies land in the Hanzhong area, guards the main road, and fights with Mongolia inextricably. ”

"That handsome eldest Sun Hong is a very capable person, invincible, the last time Mongolia went south, I heard that he suffered in Shuzhong, and his subordinates thought, since Jinghu does not leave adults, why not go to Shuzhong?"

"My lord still has some resources in Henan, as long as he is willing to go to the road, he will definitely consider it, think about it, it seems that this is the only way to go."

"My lord and think about it, now the north is a wolf, the south is a tiger, the left and right strong enemies are around, there is only one direction in Hanzhong, you can allow adults to go, the land of the four wars in Henan, there is no danger to rely on, adults are trapped here, it's not a good thing."

The scribe gushed and spoke, and the more he spoke, the brighter Fan Yongji's eyes became as he sat on the ground.

The last word landed, and Fan Yongji had already stood up.

Straw, one is fine.

Fan Yongji is not a stupid person, at the moment it is impossible to be a Tianshewen in the Song Dynasty, the Mongols must want his life, and the Song Dynasty will definitely not protect his life, it seems that the only way is what the scribe said.

"The barbarian is also a Song general, even if I escape to Hanzhong, the eldest grandson Hong dares to take me in?" Fan Yongji said suspiciously: "When a letter from the Privy Council comes, he dares to resist and disobey?" ”

When the scribe heard this, he wanted to go in and elaborate, but as if he was worried about something, he hesitated and did not dare to take a step.

"Come in, I was just mad, and now it's fine." Fan Yongji knew what he was thinking, and reached out to comb the hair on his head that had been scattered because of anger just now, making himself look more normal, and yelled at the soldiers: "Quickly move some chairs in, there is no eyesight world!" ”

The guards went out in a panic to find a few chairs, moved in and let the two of them sit, Fan Yongji glared and shouted: "Go out and keep an eye on Lao Tzu, no one can approach this room, and you can't do it, all of them will give me a step back, whoever let me see it, Lao Tzu will abolish it later!" ”

Everyone hurriedly agreed, and ran out of the smoke.

The room was quiet.

The scribe twisted his buttocks, adjusted his sitting posture, smiled a little strangely in Fan Yongji's gaze, and said: "My lord, my subordinates have something to mention, I have long wanted to mention it to my lord, but I am afraid that my lord will blame me, so I haven't said it, and now I ...... it."

"It's okay, isn't it just about contacting your old friend in Sichuan? I already knew, it's fine. Fan Yongji waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "You are down to business." ”

The scribe looked at him in surprise, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Licking his lips, the scribe continued: "This, uh, this, my friend, he is from Gongzhou, and now he is working under the account of the Rongzhou regimental training envoy, uh, he is not a big official, just a small official, but he knows that I am on an errand under the adult, so he sent me several letters in a row, and gave me ...... talked about some things, of course, they were all small things, and the parents were short, and they couldn't be on the stage, and they were embarrassed to tell adults...... Last month, he also received a letter. ”

When the scribe said this, he glanced up at Fan Yongji, and found that after listening attentively, he became a little bolder, and said: "This man is a little fond of military affairs, he guessed what will happen this month, it is very strange, he guessed a lot...... Well, he also said that his master is Sun Hong, the commander of the Rongzhou regiment, and his boss is also quite handsome. Speaking of this person, I have some ideas, and I want to talk to adults. ”

Fan Yongji's brows furrowed, once he returned to normalcy, Fan Yongji's logical thinking ability and judgment ability were still very good, and he immediately grasped the main point of the problem.

"Eldest Sun Hong wants to talk to me? Or was it last month? He said in a stern tone: "Why didn't you tell me?" ”

The scribe scratched his head and said, "My lord forgot, you hanged the man from the north last month, how dare I mention it." ”

As soon as Fan Yongji said it, he understood that he had indeed hanged a person last month, it was the envoy of Liu Heima from the north, who came to persuade him to surrender, and at that time, in order to show his loyalty to Jia Yidao, he didn't even see anyone, so he hanged him.

That's the case, and rightfully so. Fan Yongji nodded at the scribe: "You continue." ”

"My friend said that the eldest grandson Hong and the eldest grandson like to form a good alliance with the powerful on all sides, he is the prince of Dali, and he is just an official position in the Great Song Dynasty, and he is sent to the Great Song Dynasty, and if he wants to listen, no one can do anything about it, and even the official family can only win him over, and dare not offend."

"Now Shuzhong can fight soldiers, the first is the barbarians, a few years ago Mongolia into the Kou, thanks to the Dali barbarians out of the horse, only to capture Chengdu, now to capture Hanzhong, but also rely on the barbarians, you can know how thick the capital under the hands of the eldest grandson, subordinates think, if the adults take advantage of the present to defect to the past, the eldest grandson will definitely receive the adults with a high standard, once delayed, wait until the last resort to go to run, then it will be too late."

Fan Yongji touched his chin, and after listening, his whole face gradually returned to its usual yellow, his eyes rolled, and he laughed.

"This eldest grandson is trying to earn a reputation."

(End of chapter)