In the thirteenth year of Jianxing, June Gengyin. Located in the Thorn History Mansion in Guzang City, everyone is panicked. Yesterday night, Zhang Yuanjun, who lived in the Assassin's Mansion, coughed up blood several times. The subordinate officials of the Assassin Mansion invited several Langzhong for diagnosis and treatment, but there was no improvement at all.

Zhang Mao was lying on the sickbed, his face pale. The nephew Zhang Jun knelt in front of the couch, holding Zhang Mao's hand and crying bitterly. In the four or five hours from last night to this morning, Zhang Mao was sometimes unconscious, sometimes waking up in a hurry, but before he could say a few words to his nephew Zhang Jun, who had been waiting beside him, he would fall into a deep coma again......

It wasn't until the end of the hour that he had been waiting for a few days, and although he looked depressed at this time, he was still not sleepy, and he saw Zhang Mao on the couch waking up slowly.

"Uncle!" Looking at Zhang Mao's pale and painful face on the couch, Zhang Jun only felt that his heart was as painful as being stabbed by an awl. He cried out with tears, and his poignant meaning was already fully revealed.

"Jun'er, help me up...... Boom. Zhang Mao stretched out his hand, sat up with Zhang Jun's support, and then leaned against the small wooden cabinet behind the couch. The originally pale face has gradually surfaced a trace of blood.

Seeing Zhang Mao sitting up and leaning against the wooden cabinet, his face was already a little ruddy, and the grief in Zhang Jun's heart began to gradually subside. He wiped his eyes with the cuff of his right hand, and then said to Zhang Mao on the couch with a smile: "Uncle, don't worry, after a few days of conditioning, it will definitely get better." When my uncle is gone, it's not too late to discuss and manage the government......"

When Zhang Mao heard this, he smiled, and his still pale lips were closed: "In the city, outside the city...... Is it all laid out? ”

Zhang Jun wiped his sour eyes with his cuffs again, and said with a strong smile: "Uncle don't worry, Gu Zang guard, I have changed the general in my uncle's name." From the other towns, he transferred several strong troops and arrived outside the city to wait for the dispatch. ”

Zhang Mao closed his eyes slightly, nodded and said, "Who led the soldiers from other towns who were transferred?" ”

Zhang Jun lowered his voice and said: "Wuwei is too protective of Dou Tao, Wuxing is too protective of Xin Yan, Guangwu is too protective of Xin Peng, and Xiping is too protective of Song Yi, each leading 2,000 soldiers and horses of the headquarters to divide the four gates of Tunzhou. Sima Li Yanzhi of Lingju County led 1,000 troops to garrison Duanmen. The guards after the change of generals were scattered and reorganized, and they were divided into nine gates. The other seven gates are guarded by several subordinates of my uncle's henchman Chen Zhen......"

Zhang Mao heard that Zhang Jun had arranged the current defense of Guzang City in such an orderly manner, and he had to feel a sense of admiration. When he struggled to sit up, then stroked Zhang Jun's hand, and said earnestly: "The foundation of Liangzhou, since your eldest father Wu Gong, has gone through two generations and three people...... Now my life is short. However, the eldest brother has a son, and I can go with peace of mind......"

When Zhang Jun heard this, his expression, which had been as calm as water, became stiff and nervous again. But Zhang Mao seemed to say to himself: "Jun'er, I will receive the emperor's favor and possess the land west of the river." Although the world is now in turmoil and the royal family is in a safe corner, we must always keep in mind that we must support Sheji and restore Shenjing as our ......"

"The world is peaceful, especially the Shi clan can rule it. However, among today's scholars, there are no lack of short-sighted and empty talkers! Jun'er must have the insight to know people, important tasks, and do not decide because of words...... The world is undecided, if you want to carry out the great cause of recovering Shenjing, the warriors must bear its burden, indispensable......"

Zhang Mao said a big call in one breath, and he felt a little tired and sleepy. He leaned on the small cabinet behind the couch, slightly closed his eyes and gasped for a few breaths, Zhang Jun saw this, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes unconsciously. was about to go out and summon Lang Zhong into the hall to treat Zhang Mao, but saw that Zhang Mao had opened his eyes and waved at him again and again. The pale lips were closed again.

"The Xin clan is the wife of the martial arts, and compared to others, they are still trustworthy people. Xin Yan and Wu Xing, Xin Fei and Guangwu are all rare and capable officials. Defend the state with Xinyan arch, and resist the enemy with Xinpan. The Song clan led a strong army inside, defending in peacetime and going out in wartime...... If the thief dares to commit a crime, he will meet it with all his might. Today's thieves believe in the power of their own clan, which is hundreds of miles away from the river. If you force yourself to attack, you will fight with all your might. The thief is still in trouble with the stone on the east side, and he will not be able ......to hold on to me for a long time."

Zhang Mao's eyes were blazing, and Zhang Jun was listening attentively on the side. Zhang Mao smiled and said: "Lingju Sima Li Dingdong, although he was born poor, he has a strategic mind, manages the army well, and is loyal and brave. Jun'er still has the wisdom to know people, and sends him to guard the end gate...... It coincides with my intentions......"

"Uncle......" Zhang Jun called softly: "If you reuse martial artists, you will be angry." If then, how should Jun deal with himself? ”

Zhang Mao stretched out his hand vigorously and stroked Zhang Jun's hair. In his slightly tired eyes, he still released a strange and resolute look.

"The thief slept soundly on his side. Can't do anything, the rhetorical generation, categorically unavailable! For the sake of the country, even if you offend some high gates, you must go east with a strong man. If one day the second capital is recovered, Jun'er will come to his uncle's tomb and report Kaixuanjie to his uncle......"

In Zhang Jun's mind, an increasingly strong sense of foreboding suddenly appeared. He was about to speak, but saw that Zhang Mao was already physically exhausted, and fell on the couch again. It's just that his eyes are still staring at Zhang Jun with bright eyes, as if he is trying his best, holding Zhang Jun's hand, and saying word by word: "In troubled times, use martial artists, govern the world with capable ministers, I hope that the public court will be able to serve as a good general, raise the whip and point to the east, and restore my Jin Zuo......"

Zhang Mao's hand slowly lowered. The sound gradually became almost inaudible. Zhang Jun was held by Zhang Mao's right hand, and he still felt the continuous force coming from his uncle's palm. However, it only lasted for a dozen breaths, and suddenly I felt empty in my palms. When he looked at the couch again, Zhang Mao's eyes were closed, and his breath gradually weakened.

"Uncle!" Zhang Jun suddenly felt the mountain gradually collapse in front of him. He lost his father at a young age, and his feelings for this uncle, who has always loved him and even indulged, are no longer just simple uncles and nephews. For him, Zhang Mao, who has no heirs, is more like his father, who has not only been trying to maintain the political and military affairs of the entire Liangzhou, but also gave Zhang Jun, who lost his father at a young age, enough shelter......

"Uncle!" Feeling that Zhang Mao's breath was gradually mourning, Zhang Jun began to cry heartbreakingly. As soon as Zhang Mao left, there was no big tree above his head that could shelter him from the wind and rain. In front of the road, those ghosts and ghosts in people's hearts have been left alone......

"Uncle! Uncle! The guards and subordinate officials on duty outside the Assassin's Mansion clearly heard the cries of the lonely new envoy of Liangzhou in the back hall of the mansion.

In June of the thirteenth year of Jianxing, Gengyin, the third assassin of Liangzhou, was held by the envoy, the general of Pingxi, and Zhang Maoxu of Liangzhou. He was forty-eight years old.

The news from the Assassin's Mansion shocked the entire Gu Zang for a while. The generals guarding each gate, whether they are guards in the city or generals who are transferred from outside the town, are all dressed in linen and filial piety. For a while, the sound of cries in the city shook the sky, and the soldiers guarding the gates suddenly became nervous.

At any time, in one place or in one country. When power is transferred, it is the most vulnerable and sensitive period. Gu Zang at this time is no exception. Before, in order to prevent possible accidents, it was even forced to the palace. Zhang Jun issued an order in the name of Zhang Mao to replace the garrison generals who had been guarding Guzang City all year round, and sent them to guard the nine gates on the west and north sides. And the five gates on the south side near the Thorn Mansion were handed over to the strong soldiers of the outer town. Even the person who guards the gate is actually the county Sima in a county.

After Zhang Maoxu's death, the guards of each city gate have been ordered to come to the subordinate officials of the Assassin's Mansion, and the guards of each gate are strictly forbidden to move around each other, so as to prevent the guards from changing in tandem.

At this time, in addition to the iron armor he was wearing, Li Yanzhi was already wearing a pure white plain clothes. He stood on the city tower, looking at the Assassin's Mansion visible to the naked eye in the city, and his right hand clenched the bladed long knife in his hand. In his expression, there was some indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

It was the recently deceased Liangzhou envoy who repeatedly added blue eyes to him, and even deliberately protected him. He has the status he has today. Now that he can have this strong army under his command, it can be said that it is inseparable from this envoy.

But after today, the generous old man is no longer there. Li Yanzhi never thought that he would give him a ride in this way. The bell and drum sounded in the city, and he knelt down with a sad expression, then put the long knife in his hand horizontally in front of him, and kowtowed a few times in the direction of the Assassin's Mansion in a regular manner.

Now in Guzang, Zhang Jun is the only heir of the Zhang family. In fact, in this case, even if someone has bad intentions, it is bound to be difficult to set off any storms. No matter who wants to make trouble, Zhang Jun is bound to be abolished. However, if Zhang Jun is abolished, he can only face all the wealthy families in Liangzhou alone.

In this way, even if there is a strong strength in the state, it is difficult to compete with all the high-ranking families. The helmsmen of these wealthy families are actually not stupid, they can see the situation in front of them clearly. What Zhang Jun did before Zhang Mao's death also shows from one side that this new envoy of Liangzhou is not a good match. He knew that it would be difficult for him to hold the military power of the entire state overnight. Instead of letting the hidden danger be on the side at any time, it is better to transfer Fang Town to let Fang Town and the garrison contain each other. Even if anyone has two hearts, it is difficult to make great achievements in such a complicated situation.

What's more, according to Sima Li Yanzhi of Lingju County, who guards the end gate, he is still an unknown junior. Even if he has those previous military exploits, coupled with the blue eyes of his predecessor Zhang Mao, so that he gives words and names, he still can't make these high-ranking families pay attention to him. However, it is precisely this Li Yanzhi, who is not taken seriously, who guards the most important end gate.

Entering the city from the end gate, walking only more than 200 steps is the south gate of the Thorn Mansion. Among the twenty-two gates of Guzang City, Duanmen is the closest to the Thorn History Mansion. However, although now a county soldier is guarding this city gate, no one dares to underestimate the strong combat effectiveness of this county soldier.

Han Pu and Han Ning entered the Assassin's Mansion to worship Zhang Yuanjun, and then wore linen and filial piety, rode around the city, and inspected the garrison of each gate. Passing by Duanmen, Han Ning clearly saw the dazzling iron armor on the bodies of those city guards and the long knives in their hands. The iron armor almost covered the whole body, and it seemed that even compared to the crotch armor, it was only strong and not weak. For some reason, these soldiers wore a hideous iron mask on their faces, which added a bit of murder to this most important gate.

Han Pu looked at the long knife in the hands of the guards on duty at the head of the city, and rode his horse thoughtfully. Han Ning followed closely beside him, but said with a faint smile: "I don't want Li Dingdong to go to Lingju to bring out such a strong army......"

Han Pu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked Han Ning, "Nephew, do you know why Jun ordered Li Dingdong to defend this critical place?" ”

Han Ning turned his head to look at the city, and said unalarmedly: "Uncle, this move by the envoy is a good move. Li Dingdong started from the Liuren, made meritorious contributions in battle, and had nothing to do with the rest except for the grace of Xin Peng's promotion. Zhang Zhijun gave him words and rewarded him with his property before, and now he ordered him to guard the end door, which is precisely the meaning of bonding with kindness and righteousness. This Li Dingdong can fight to the death in Jincheng, and he must not be greedy for life, afraid of death, and ungrateful. In this way, according to the end gate, it is precisely this Li Dingdong who has no friends and no party who is the most appropriate! ”

"That's a good point!" Han Pu looked at his nephew, looked at him with approving eyes for a long time, and then said, "But you missed a little!" ”

"I want to hear about it." When Han Ning heard that Han Pu had said that he had missed a little, he also pricked up his ears and listened to Han Pu's teachings.

"The new envoy is going to reuse the Han Ling martial arts!" Han Pu looked at the towering city wall and said to his nephew in amazement.

"The new envoy is only the year of the weak crown, although he inherited the will, he pretended to take this state. However, if we can really govern this state, our vision will not be so shallow......"

When Han Pu heard this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Ning: "Be cautious!" Although the prince is young, his majesty and strategy are no less than those of his ancestors, how can you put your beak? Disrupted the guards and recalled Fang Zhen, do you know who did it? It's none other than this new envoy! ”

When Han Ning heard what Han Pu said, he was a little sluggish for a while: "This ...... This is all the handiwork of the new envoy? ”

"A few days ago, Hu Cong Huang Wei quietly told me that Zhang Zhijun was unconscious day and night. But the new envoy stood by day and night. The mobilization of the garrison and the documents of the other towns were all handed over to him by the new envoy. Think about it, who else but this new envoy will be? Standing by the side day and night, it must be very convenient to use the seal...... When Zhang Zhijun was seriously ill, the new envoy not only did not suffer from pain and messed up, but arranged the aftermath in an orderly manner...... From this alone, it can be concluded that this envoy is by no means an ordinary person! ”

"Remember! This envoy, Yunwen Yunwu, is by no means an ordinary person who can be limited! In my opinion, it is quite large, and it is also the master of heroic martial arts, and I must not wait for ......."

When Han Ning heard this, he was already shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly clenched his fists and arched his hands: "Little nephew remembers...... Uncle taught me a lesson......"

The uncle and nephew went away from the city. And Li Yanzhi, who was on the city tower, looked at the two familiar backs that had gone away, thoughtfully.