"Wang Sirui's matter is very difficult to entangle." After coming to Shaanxi for more than two months, Song Qinglian looked into the distance and said worriedly.

Song Qinglian's hidden worries are reasonable, in fact, they are much more serious than they think. Shaanxi is an important place, and the power of the officials of Qi and the three dynasties is intertwined here, and the generals have their own ghosts, which is very complicated. Shaanxi garrison Wang Yongnian and Ma Xiong are both unified, but because of the uneven distribution of salaries, they have turned their faces. Wang Yongnian's department in the west of the city and Ma Xiong's department in the south of the city did not suffer a day without causing trouble.

Wang Sirui's own thirteen military horses are all under the control of Yan Chaogang and Xu Minzhen, although they will not cause chaos, they do not dare to easily intervene in the battle between the two horses. Jin Guangzu, the governor of Guangxi, was the old subordinate of Huang Jingzhong of the Three Dynasties, favoring Ma Xiong; Ma Xiongzhen, the governor of Guangxi, was Xue Bilong's protégé and protected Wang Yongnian; The two sides are also incompatible, and it is rumored that the three dynasties and the Qi country are about to go to war, and the situation is even more chaotic. Soldiers took advantage of the chaos to go out of the camp and loot from time to time.

Jin Guangzu captured more than 20 soldiers under Wang Yongnian who went out to do evil; Ma Xiongzhen also arrested dozens of Ma Xiong's soldiers, but they didn't dare to send them down - because the soldiers were all Wang Sirui's, and both of him were empty officials of the territory, for fear of provoking a mutiny. The forces of all parties are criss-crossed, and they are eyeing each other, so Wang Sirui was busy as soon as he came back, and it was rare to settle down for half a month, informing the superintendent, summoning people to discuss matters, disposing of the backlog of cases, and mediating the relationship between various ministries...... I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but Song Qinglian and Yang Qianqian were far away, and the visitors were put aside.

On this day, after dinner, the sky gradually became overcast, the thick clouds pressed low, covering the sky and the earth in a dark, and the wind blew the big sycamore and kapok trees in the courtyard to shake uneasily. Seeing that the heavy rain was coming, several people finally had a meal together, Song Qinglian saw that Wang Sirui picked up two mouthfuls of rice and was about to go out, so he stopped him: "Sirui, go out again?" ”

"How?" Wang Sirui stood, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and smiled, "I haven't been here for a few days, are you bored?" I need to stabilize the situation here first - the news of the war has spread, people's hearts are fluctuating, and we can't be unstable here! When the weather is better, I'll accompany a few more people to go around, there is a good scenery here, what Duxiu Peak, Diecai Mountain, Elephant Trunk Mountain, Seven Star Rock ......"

"We don't want to listen to that." Yang Qianqian said, "We want to know what you think, whether it's with Bai Chenyi or with us, you can make up your mind." ”

"Miss, I'm busy right now." Wang Sirui smiled and said, "I don't have time to worry about these things, just enjoy it here!" ”

Song Qinglian shook the folding fan and said with a smile: "I don't have that blessing - you want to offer me as a bodhisattva?" Don't forget, I'm an official sent to inspect it, and I also have an official rank! ”

"Yes, yes!" Wang Sirui grimaced, salivated and said, "Your Excellency the first-class guard, if you have no other orders, I will go first." Ma Xiongzhen and Jin Guangzu are all waiting for the discussion! ”

Song Qinglian nodded and said, "It's nothing, don't you take a few people with you?" ”

Wang Sirui said with a smile: "I won't bring anyone with me, Dai Liangchen and they are all waiting here, just tell them if there is anything." Wang Sirui said and went.

When it was just handed over, it was completely dark, and it was raining outside, and it was sprinkled on the sycamore leaves and plantain leaves for a while, and it made a loud sound; A thief's wind struck sharply, blowing the window sash open and close, and lifted the curtains high. Yang Qianqian suddenly felt a burst of panic and loneliness, and when she was about to close the window, she heard a chaotic sound in the rain, and the green monkey was drenched, and ran in barefoot, panting and said: "Auntie, Imperial Doctor Song, what kind of day is this, just say it!" ”

Yang Qianqian smiled: "Don't go in and change your clothes yet!" Where did you go wild, drenched like a chicken? ”

"Auntie," the green monkey changed her clothes and sneezed out, buttoning her buttons and said, "There are two people outside who want to see you, but the person at the door blocked it, saying that they will wait for the master to come back and report it!" ”

"Who is it?" Anger rose sharply in Yang Qianqian's heart. "One in his thirties, short, with black bean eyes; The other one is in his fifties, and he says what is Fu-"

"Fu Honglie!" Yang Qianqian's body trembled, and she glanced at Song Qinglian, the two of them fully understood that Wang Sirui really wanted to offer himself here as a bodhisattva! It's definitely not okay to be tied up!

Song Qinglian stood up, walked to the window and shouted: "Who are the generals of the Qi State?" ”

"The subordinates are here!" Someone in the rain replied, Song Qinglian saw that he also knew him before, called Liu Chunliang, and said: "Go to the door to spread the word, please Master Fu and let them in!" ”

Liu Chunliang hurriedly bowed down and said: "Back to the adult's words, Dai Tou'er said that the visitor has to see Wang ...... first."

"Fart!" Song Qinglian said sharply, "Dai Liangchen is your father?" Tell the door, if you dare to interfere with my guests, you will be killed immediately! After saying that, he closed the window with a "bang" and sat down to make up his mind.

"Xiaguan He Zhiming and Fu Honglie see Lord Song!" After a while, I heard someone outside the door report loudly. Song Qinglian and Yang Qianqian had already gotten up to greet each other, and when they saw that these two people were about to salute again, they said: "Excuse me, sit down quickly-isn't this Lord He from the Shanxi Division of the Ministry of War?" When did you come to Shaanxi? ”

"Xiaguan He Zhiming, I went to Guizhou on business, and I came here by a special detour, and I have been here for seven days, and I want to see Lord Song alone, but I have not been able to do it." He Zhiming raised his face as he spoke, and it was really two black bean eyes, which were so bright and aggressive. Song Qinglian knew that this person was Wu Haoze's subordinate, and he had already heard Wu Haoze tell the story of his killing of the general, he was an extremely shrewd and capable person, so he was relieved, so he smiled and said: "You are the official of the military department, and you are rewarded with the rank of squire, why is it difficult to see me?" ”

Fu Honglie smiled: "It's not difficult to see you, but it's difficult to see you alone." Tonight, they were eating and talking with Xu Shirong in Juxian Tower, and they took advantage of the time to ask to see adults, and some words were not enough for outsiders. ”

"What Juxian Building? And Xu Shirong? Song Qinglian jumped up in shock, and Xu Jie's infiltration was very fast.

"Sit down, sir!" He Zhiming smiled and said to Fu Honglie: "How? Lord Song really doesn't know! As he spoke, he leaned over and said with a smile: "There are some things that adults will understand in the future, but the lower officials are here for another thing-" He took out a piece of scrap paper from his sleeve and handed it to Song Qinglian: "This is a blood letter, please Lord Song take a look!" ”

Song Qinglian took a page of bloodstained scraps of paper, shuddered in his heart, and said to the green monkey and Yang Qianqian who were standing aside: "You go to the door and look at it!" "There are not many words on the paper, but there is a lot of blood: ask for the death of Chen Liuyi, the emperor of the heavenly grace, and Wu Huang's weeping blood. The blood book has turned purple.

He Zhiming stepped forward and turned over the paper, and the handwriting on it seemed to be in his mind: Cheng Wu Tie beggar's edict Cai Shigong's "Luo Jiang Resentment" poem: Fame, wind and moon, two things, day camp...... The words below are gone.