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When Ding Kuichu's men arrived in Jinling, ten people came to the agreed place to gather, but only seven came.

That's why when spreading the word in troubled times, we must send a few more people, because if you are not careful, you may be murdered.

This year is not peaceful, barren mountains and wilderness are full of strongmen, even if you are capable, it is possible to fall into their way. Duoduo suffered this big loss at the beginning, and took the bravest warriors of Manchuria to escape the pursuit of thousands of people, but he was captured by a group of rebels who occupied the mountains as kings.

The seven of them gathered together to discuss, and now that the war is in chaos, those three may have encountered an accident on the road, and they can't wait any longer. When he came to the regent, he took out Ding Kuichu's token and whispered his intention to the soldiers at the door.

The soldiers didn't dare to be careless, this was a great event, so they hurriedly entered the study outside the inner courtyard and told Hou Xuanyan.

In the study, Hou Xuanyan was half-drunk in Longtan Port, sitting on the small collapse of the study with Erlang's legs crossed, closing his eyes and taking a nap.

The small door was pushed open with a creak, Bian Yujing moved the lotus step lightly, the silhouette of the slender jade legs floated out of the cloth, and Nana stepped into the threshold. A few strands of hair on the sideburns hang down, the fair cheeks reveal a faint pink and orange color, and the skin is warm and moisturized, making people want to pinch it lightly, and then put their fingertips close to the end of the nose to taste it carefully.

"Close the door." Hou Xuanyan smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose, smelled the fragrance and knew the woman, and knew who had arrived.

Bian Yujing's face turned red, and he turned around and slowly closed the door. Outside the door, there were more than a dozen pro-soldiers, like clay sculptures and wood carvings, their eyes were resolute and motionless, only their throats were secretly moving.

Bian Yujing, who closed the door, blushed, came to Hou Xuanyan's side in a daze, and his voice was like a warbler's cry, almost inaudible: "Master." ”

"Grinding." Hou Xuanyan was drunk, retching slightly, speaking simply and clearly, and if he could express it clearly in one word, he would never say more than the second word.

Bian Yujing froze in place, in a slight trance, hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the high-grade pine smoke ink strip that was resting next to the inkstone, poured water and grinded it carefully.

Hou Xuanyan held his forehead and complained: "This group of grandsons, one by one, let the wine hard, I didn't expect the stamina to be so strong." Sai'er, your painting is good, I heard about it a long time ago, help me draw a few random landscape pictures, I want to give them away. ”

Bian Yujing didn't expect that he would have such an important mission this time, so he quickly shook his spirits. She is omnipotent in calligraphy and painting, especially skilled in painting, and her pen is like a cloud.

At this time, the soldiers outside the door shouted through the door: "Commander, Guangdong Ding Kuichu sent someone to meet the commander." ”

When Hou Xuanyan heard this, most of the wine immediately disappeared, and he stood up suddenly. Bian Yujing just wanted to pick up the pen and perform in front of his master, but he was startled by his sudden jump.

"Let them in." Hou Xuanyan had just finished speaking, and suddenly thought that there was a charming beauty in the study, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Take them to the flower hall and meet me." ”

Bian Yujing hurriedly stood up, raised his head and said, "The master wants to entertain people, and the concubine will go to the backyard to avoid it first." ”

Hou Xuanyan stepped forward and stroked her hair, and chuckled: "You can paint here well, don't be of a high level, draw me ten pairs of eight pairs." Remember, write my name on the inscription and stamp my seal. When these words came out, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, in the end, it was Yue Guogong, and his face had reached a certain level.

When Bian Yujing heard this, she covered her mouth and chuckled, Hou Xuanyan glared at her, turned around and left.

When he came to the flower hall, one of the seven messengers stood motionless in front of the hall. After Hou Xuan came, the guard said to him, 'This is our commander', and the messenger took out Ding Kuichu's handwritten letter from his arms.

This Ping Yuebo, who was personally canonized by Emperor Longwu, completely ignored the reality that Lingnan was the rear of the anti-Qing Dynasty. Now that he can't do anything, he wants to throw himself Ding Kui Chu's words in the letter are numb, and Hou Xuanyan has goosebumps all over the ground.

Although Hou Xuanyan looks down on this person, he is indeed of great use at the moment, and it is a trivial matter to pacify Liangguang, but this matter is related to Zheng Zhilong. If you can quickly pacify Liangguang, you will not be afraid that Zheng Zhilong will make waves and take the opportunity to attack.

Hou Xuanyan took a closer look at the messenger and knew that this was a pure messenger, and it was useless to discuss with him. It's better to write a letter and give it to Ding Kuichu so that he can get ready. His army marched from Sichuan and Guizhou, and he didn't know when he would arrive, so he must be caught off guard. There is Ding Kuichu, the number one minister in Yongli, and there is an army of Hunan soldiers outside, so why worry that Lingnan cannot be pacified.

Walking back to the study, Hou Xuanyan saw that Bian Yujing had drawn seven or eight sheets, neatly placed on the table, waiting for their ink to dry. Hou Xuanyan took a look at it, although these paintings were painted in a hurry, but they were very charming, enough to see that the painters had worked hard and were very talented.

Hou Xuanyan clapped his hands lightly and said, "Yes, yes, don't draw yet, write me a letter." ”

Bian Yujing saw that he came to the Guogong Mansion, in addition to serving people in Israel, there were so many uses, and his heart was full of joy and satisfaction. Hearing Hou Xuanyan's praise, his bones were three points lighter, he stood up with a smile, gave up his seat for Hou Xuanyan, bent over and crossed his hips on the desk, and said with a smile: "Master, you dictate, the concubine writes." ”

Hou Xuan pondered for a moment, and then said slowly. Every time he said a word, Bian Yujing picked up the pen and wrote, and the pen walked between the dragon and the snake, and the speed did not fall by the slightest.

Hou Xuanyan first praised Ding Kuichu and praised him for pacifying the case of the vassal king's rebellion during the Longwu period. Then all the things of Yongli were pushed to Zhai Shiqi and Lu Daqi. Last but not least, he should keep an eye on the situation in Lingnan at all times, and as soon as the people he sent contacted him, he could do it immediately.

As for Ding Kuichu's suggestion, he launched a rebellion himself, escorted the officials of the Yongli court out of Guangdong, and handed them over to the imperial court for disposal. Hou Xuanyan completely disagreed, joke, in that case, Guangdong is still Ding Kuichu's world. Ding Kuichu's wishful thinking was to ask Hou Xuanyan to help, and use the soldiers and horses in his hands to hand over all the leading officials of the Yongli small court, in exchange for continuing to be the emperor of the soil in Liangguang. This kind of practice of betraying friends to seek glory, Hou Xuanyan saw through it at a glance, which is too in line with the personality of the warlords of Nanming.

With such an important geographical location in Lingnan, how could it be handed over to Ding Kuichu, a waste, and become a paradise for him to collect money. Hou Xuanyan made up his mind that once he took Guangdong, he would first find a crime to kill him. Anyway, his accumulated evil deeds are enough to die seven or eight times.

After Bian Yujing finished writing, his wrist was sore, and he shook his wrist while inviting pets to ask for credit.

She bit her red and tender cherry lips, squinted her cat-like beautiful eyes, and showed a hint of snickering joy, and said softly: "Master, the concubine has finished writing, can you see if it can be done?" ”

It's a pity that it's easy to get carried away with pride, and when Bian Saise shook his wrist, one accidentally fell out of his sleeve. In an instant, he made a big red face, and his fair and delicate skin instantly turned blood-red, like ripe pomegranate seeds.

Hou Xuanyan bent down and picked it up, looking puzzled: "What is this?"

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