The Yangzhou soldiers were lined up on the side, walking with Ying Qiong, and the light of the torches reflected dozens of corpses on the ground.

"Report, marshal, I found this thing." The officer who was examining the corpse walked up to Ying Qiong and handed it to him.

Ying Qiong took it, held it in his hand, looked at it by the firelight, and was suddenly dumbfounded. He always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't think of it, so he took it in his hand, looked at the remnant jade over and over for a while, shook his head, and put it away.

"It's all buried." Ying Qiong looked at these assassins on the ground, most of them were dead, and their eyes were wide.

"Yes, Marshal." The officer received the order and began to dispose of the corpses with the soldiers.

Ying Qiong walked away and began to think about the origin of this remnant jade and the feeling of déjà vu.

Soon, the soldiers disposed of the corpses and continued on their way with the order of Ying Qiong. The night was like water, and the army hurried towards Taizhou, rushing non-stop.

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In the early morning of the second day, the rooster crowed three times, and the daylight broke through the window.

In the Yingtian Pavilion of Yingfu in Yangzhou City, Han Chufei was lying on the sickbed on the highest floor and opened his eyes.

Looking at the familiar place, I wanted to get up, but I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Yesterday, the doctor invited from Yangzhou City Jishi Pharmacy had already treated him, saying that he still needed to continue to recuperate, injured his heart and lungs, and his chest cavity was also somewhat damaged, and he would not get better for a while.

Han Chufei waited for the pain to subside before he breathed a sigh of relief, and lay on the couch honestly, not daring to move.

"Governor, you're awake......"

Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded outside the door. Han Chufei couldn't help but be surprised, when did there be a female dependent in the house?

"Who are you?" Han Chufei asked.

But he didn't see the other party answering, but opened the door directly.

A very cute little girl came into view, looking at Han Chufei with a smile in her eyes.

Han Chufei was stunned at first, he had never seen such a beautiful girl, maybe he was not close to women on weekdays, and it was rare and strange, but the girl standing in front of his couch at this moment, in his opinion, smiled and did not lose Xizi.

"What is the Metropolitan Governor doing so nervously? Could it be that you are shy? The girl said mischievously and squeezed her eyes at Han Chufei. The big flashing eyes made Han Chufei's old face red, and he was suddenly a little flustered, and it seemed like a drizzle was falling in his heart.

"Nonsense! Who the hell are you? How can it be in Fuchu? Han Chufei blushed and turned his head to ask.

"The little girl was invited by the son to take care of you, don't be afraid, it's not here to harm you." The girl said as she soaked her face in the basin.

"I see...... Thank you for the girl's great kindness, and I will report this kindness in the future. Han Chufei was moved for a moment and hurriedly thanked him.

"The little girl doesn't dare to repay the governor, and besides, this is what the prince confessed, and I just completed the task." The girl took the handkerchief and handed it to Han Chufei, who was lying down, and asked him to wipe his face by himself.

Han Chufei took it with both hands, but his eyes looked at the girl, and he didn't turn around for a long time.

The girl was a little shy and hurriedly turned away.

"Hmm...... Rest the Governor, if anything calls me, I ...... Let's go out first! The girl was embarrassed by Han Chufei's burning gaze, and hurriedly retreated.

"Hey! Haven't asked the girl's name yet? Han Chufei saw that the girl was leaving, and hurriedly asked.

"Little girl, call Concubine Xiang."

After speaking, Concubine Xiang also left.

Han Chufei looked at the figure that disappeared at the door, lost his mind for a while, was stunned for a while, and then came back to his senses, secretly laughing at himself, Han Chufei, Han Chufei, what do you want, the situation is turbulent, the government marshal has personally gone into battle, how can you think about these things, no, no, you have to quickly take care of your body, go to the soup for the government marshal, and fight in all directions, otherwise how can you be worthy of this big governor? There is also the old manager, who is so old, but he has to put on armor and lead the troops into battle, he really can't go to heart, and his old man should also enjoy his happiness.

Han Chufei was lying on the collapse, thinking of this, his mood was a little gloomy for a while. Outside the window, the weather turned cloudy at some point, the originally clear sky, now there are thick clouds, fortunately it is on the highest level of Yingtian Pavilion, it is not too stuffy, and the gentle breeze pours in from the window......

About an hour later, there was a light rain in Yangzhou City.

In the market, pedestrians are in a hurry, their footsteps are chaotic, and the stalls and vendors are also packing up their belongings and preparing to return.

Gradually, pedestrians became scarce.

On the main street of Yangzhou, rows of golden willows are washed, and the color is new.

In the bluestone alley, several men with umbrellas are walking in the rain.

"Senior brother, why don't we go to Taizhou to have a look?" Jiang Boping walked behind Mei Luochu and said in a rough voice.

"Taizhou Zhao Cheng is not Ying Qiong's opponent, I am very curious about who the leader of Yue County Shen Wu'an is." Mei Luochu is still dashing, gaseous like a fairy, and when she speaks, she has a powerful aura.

"Yes, we don't know much about this man, and it's really curious, why is he making trouble? I just can't figure it out. "Lan Qiuxuan is interesting, he really thought about it for a long time, and he didn't understand Shen Wuan's thoughts and thoughts, isn't it good to be your leader and county guard?

As the three of them spoke, the storyteller in the gray robe and cloth hat behind them and the small bookcase on his back did not speak.

"Sir, I don't know what you think?" Lan Qiuxuan suddenly turned around and asked.

"Ouch, you should go slowly, my old bones are like you." The storyteller laughed.

"Haha, the old gentleman is not inferior to the three of me when he walks on the wall, but how can he walk so slowly?" Jiang Boping couldn't help but ask, this storyteller is not shallow, and even has a good fight with the senior brother Mei Luo.

"Can that be the same? Walk with one foot at a time, and the eaves and walls are a few jumps......" The storyteller shook the bookcase on his back and retorted.

"Old gentleman, I don't know what you think of things in Yangzhou?" Seeing that the storyteller seemed to ignore his question, Lan Qiu asked again.

"Ah...... You said about Yangzhou, Ying Tianyang is a master of success, for the development and stability of Yangzhou, had to compromise with the intertwined clans, and tolerated everywhere, but Gongzi Qiong is not necessarily, the blood is strong, it is a youth, many years of stability and inaction have made Yangzhou become squeamish and weak, although Yangzhou is rich, but the mind is weak, become not enterprising, people are content with the status quo, the old saying has clouds, born in sorrow and died in peace, Gongzi Qiong must have also seen the disadvantages of many years of inaction, only to want to make drastic changes, so say, Now the situation in Yangzhou is caused by Gongzi Qiong, of course, if it is not broken, it will not stand, since it is broken, he must also have taken me. "The storyteller sees very clearly, the so-called authorities are obsessed with bystanders, as an outsider to see the affairs of Yangzhou, from Ying Qiong's succession, a series of measures, rectify the army, weaken the clan, appoint new people, kill the old marquis, he is healing this sick Yangzhou Mansion step by step. What Ying Tianyang left him was an extremely wealthy Yangzhou Mansion, and his inaction, compromise, and forbearance over the years allowed Yangzhou Mansion to accumulate a lot of wealth and maintain stability. It's just that the same drawback is that people have begun to become unenterprising, and the clan is deeply rooted, and even more influential than Yangzhou Mansion. The ruling power of the Ying government became fragile. Such a situation is naturally not what the young and promising Gongzi Qiong wants, because the ambition in his heart cannot be realized only by relying on the current Yangzhou Mansion.

After listening to the storyteller's analysis, Sanqingzi nodded one after another, and even a cold person like Mei Luochu agreed very much.

"The old gentleman has seen it very thoroughly......" Lan Qiuxuan said with a smile.

"After living for so many years, what haven't you seen?" The storyteller smiled bitterly and sighed.

Yangzhou light rain, water drops at the corners of the eaves, curtains roll breeze.

Sanqingzi and the storyteller found an inn in the city and rested.

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The city is full of wind and rain and red umbrellas, and a mountain of peaches and apricots is drunk and swallows.

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The Red Leaf River inherits the tears of the heavens, taking them into its arms, the rain hits the duckweed, the wind moves the lotus leaves, the shore bridge boat floats with the waves, and the strong willows drip ......

Wu County is quiet, a few days ago, the night attack of the Yue people, so that Wu County became trembling, fortunately Shen Yan fulfilled his duties, and worked in the army late at night, timely detection, and quickly responded, led the troops to kill the Yue people, otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable.

Wei Jinjing, who was exhausted, felt even more powerless after this incident, he was lying on the rocking chair in the main hall of the county government, covered with a thick velvet cloak, looking at the rain at the door, his eyes were desolate, his messy white hair was uncombed for him, and there were more brown spots on his face, his face was dull and dull, and he had to gasp for breath from time to time, as if his chest was stuffy.

Wei Jin closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the rain, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and the past of his life appeared in his mind one by one......

When Wei Jin was listening to the rain and sleeping, Shen Yan held an umbrella and walked towards him.

"Boss, it's cold outside, let's go in and rest." Shen Yan looked at the old man in front of him, he no longer had the spirit of the past, and he couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart, in just a few days, Wei Jin seemed to be a different person, and he was old overnight.

"Oh...... It doesn't matter...... Let's take a look. Wei Jin said leisurely.

Shen Yan put away the umbrella and put it aside, entered the back room, and walked out with a cup of hot tea.

"Boss, let's have some tea." Shen Yan handed over the hot tea with both hands.

Wei Jin stretched out his hand tremblingly and wanted to get the teacup, but his hand trembled so much that he couldn't hold it for a while.

Shen Yan was a little shocked, how could this be? In just a few days, can a person age so quickly? Now even my hands are shaking like this...... In addition to being surprised, more was still sad, accompanied by the sound of rain, eroding Shen Yan's heart little by little.

He put the teacup to Wei Jin's mouth and fed him a drink.

Wei Jin stretched his neck and took a sip, moistening his chapped lips.

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Shen Yan held the tea and stood silently beside Wei Jin.

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"Shen Yan...... I'm afraid the old man ...... There are not many days left......" Wei Jin said dumbfoundedly.

"Old manager......" Shen Yan didn't know what to say, he was not surprised when he heard Wei Jin's words, everyone couldn't escape this day, not to mention the old manager who had worked hard for Yangzhou Mansion all his life, he was like a candle, after all, he burned himself out.

"In my life, the old man has never done anything earth-shattering, it is all trivial and trivial, military affairs, government affairs...... But the old man doesn't regret it at all, being able to meet the old man is the most shocking event in the old man's life, enough, enough......" Wei Jin sighed.

"The boss will definitely get better." Shen Yan still wanted to comfort and comfort Wei Jin, but he was actually comforting himself.

"Don't comfort me, everything is arranged by God, and the old man can finally follow the old man." When Wei Jin mentioned Ying Tianyang, he couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and it could be seen that his friendship with Ying Tianyang had surpassed that of monarchs and ministers, and was more like brotherly love.

Shen Yan was speechless for a while, as the official of the Xuanzhou Army, he suddenly stood beside the governor of Yangzhou, listening to him tell his story, he was a little overwhelmed, and felt close and strange.

Both of them fell silent.

Long.

"The tea is cold, I'll go change the hot one." Shen Yan looked at the tea in his hand, said to himself, and then turned around and ran into the back room.

After a while, Shen Yan walked out with a cup of new tea.

Wei Jin stretched out his hand, struggling to control the shaking.

"Boss...... I'll feed you. Shen Yan couldn't bear to say.

"Bring it!" Wei Jin's words were a little heavy.

Shen Yan had no choice but to hand him the teacup over.

Wei Jin trembled and put the teacup to his mouth, only half a cup had been spilled, he drank it all and threw the teacup out.

Shen Yan was a little nervous, and looked at Wei Jin cautiously.

Looking at the broken teacup, Wei Jin laughed, then lay down, closed his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The old man is tired, tell the old man a story......" Wei Jin said quietly.

Shen Yan was taken aback, telling a story? Why Tell a Story? People say that they tell stories only when they put children to sleep, so can't the boss coax them to sleep...... I've never heard of the boss having this hobby...... But you have to talk about it, you have to talk about it if you don't talk about it, can you refuse the request of an old man in his last years?

"In the past, there was a young man, heard about the heroic deeds of two people, admired it, and felt that a good man should be like this, so he resolutely joined the army, diligent, conscientious, in order to one day, can be like those two, make meritorious contributions, can become the lord's right-hand man for the monarch to share worries, can become a single commander, for the benefit of the people of Yangzhou, has been, with worship and awe, the young man worked hard, but maybe he is not qualified enough, or the ability is insufficient, many years have passed, He is still just a small military officer, and now that he is middle-aged, he has nothing to ask for, but the reverence he once had has not diminished back then, and those two people are his lifelong models. Shen Yan paused, took a breath, looked at the rain curtain, looked at the sky, and recalled that at the beginning, although the blood was no longer there, the ambition was unswerving.

Wei Jin on the side closed his eyes, very quiet, and didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.

"He's just a little guy...... Little people also have things to do with small people, maybe few people know him, hundreds of millions of people, he is just one of them, perhaps, the heroes he reveres will not know his name, but, so what, if people don't yearn for it, why is it different from rotten wood? Shen Yan squatted down, perhaps because he said the truth, and talked to himself, and in his words, there was infinite sadness. That's right, he is talking about himself, a young man who admired Ying Tianyang and Wei Jin back then, and a person who has worked hard to become a retired master like Ying Tianyang and Wei Jin...... An ordinary petty officer.

After the story was finished, a few drops of rain fell on Shen Yan's dark face, and his rough hands did not look like the hands holding a pen at all. He crouched quietly, his thoughts racing.

After a while, there was a snoring sound.

Shen Yan turned his head to see that Wei Jin was already asleep, he smiled gloomily, got up, covered Wei Jin with a velvet cloak, and brought a blanket from the back room to cover Wei Jin, afraid that he would catch a cold.

Then, Shen Yan held up his umbrella and quietly left in the rain. Before leaving, I didn't forget to explain some trivial matters to the people in the house.