(I'm sorry for the interruption of the past two days, because I sorted out the plot and decided not to follow the routine of slapping my face with shoddy pretenses, and turned to the power struggle that I am good at)

Ignoring the shrill shouts coming from the prison, he stepped over the cell and walked in the direction of the prefect. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Along the way, acquaintances nodded and signaled, Wei Nanlu only bowed slightly, disapproving, with his current identity and status, it is very necessary to have a good relationship with the rich businessmen and tycoons in Hangzhou City, and now he shows an attitude that has nothing to do with him, which makes people feel unpredictable.

He really doesn't have to maintain a shallow incense affair anymore, and the people who come out of the cold door of the blue lantern of the scriptures often have seven points of thinness, and the methods of the knife and pen officials are even more vicious.

There is no reliable relationship in Bianliang, and he has always been instructed like a dog by the people of Huaijinnan, even if it took him twenty years to climb to the position of the envoy, it was only a point. may have thought about joining the army, but a weak scholar can't even hold a knife, let alone throw a pen to kill prisoners from Rong, he can only look back on his sad and lamentable first thirty years.

Muddy, inactive.

It has always been a lot of sentient beings, cattle and horses, where did the Buddhas and dragons come from?

It wasn't until he met the Northern Liao spy surnamed Xiao that he realized that he had been doing nothing, wasting his time in the staggered entertainment.

Those almost breathtaking eyes seemed to guide him to a new path, and they also gave him vicious thoughts that he had never met.

All things are inherently different.

What kind of prince will Xiangning have?

Rebellion.

Things that he couldn't even think of when he had read the books of the sages before, but they came out of a person's mouth lightly, as if it was just for fun.

"The Three Principles and the Five Constants are nothing more than lies deliberately concocted by those who are high above in order to consolidate his rule. When you find that the traitors of the court are in power and the clear stream will never come out, is it a cynical retreat to the mountains, or a desperate head to break the blood, and a fish will die and the net will be broken? ”

"Becoming a king or defeating a king, there is no right in the world, and there is no absolute wrong, I am in Jiangnan, not to go south to attack Jin, but to send you a Wang Bai hat. Since Bianliang doesn't treat the scholars of the Han family as people, and engages in a set of sectarian clans, why don't you set up another court? ”

Wang Bai is the emperor.

When he first heard these remarks that brought disaster to the country and the people, Wei Nanlu was furious, and originally wanted to correct it on the spot, but the other party's next words made the prefect not open his mouth, and at the same time, he changed his life and embarked on a road of no return.

"The prefect has realized that there will never be a day when the officialdom in Bianliang will never come out, you have no background, and second, you don't move to drill camps, and you have empty ambitions. However, your ideals and ambitions will be in vain. Or is it that a Hangzhou city has already satisfied everything of the prefect and doesn't want to go to the next level? If you would rather be a phoenix tail than a chicken head, Wei Zhifu will kill or chop, and listen to it. ”

"Master Wei, there is only one sentence in the end, if you win, you will be a million profits, the founder of the country. If you lose, you're just dead, you have no father, no mother, no wife and children, what else is there to worry about? ”

In the end, Wei Nanlu did not let the cardinal department get involved, but followed the Northern Liao spy surnamed Xiao and got involved in the rebellion. Suddenly remembering the exclamation of the Guangling prefect when he mentioned the Bianliang Lantern Festival coup, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head, how did they know that they were now involved in a conspiracy that was even more terrible than the palace coup.

Wei Nanlu sighed self-deprecatingly, dispelling the unrealistic illusions in his mind, the road was chosen by himself, and now he can only go one way to the dark. The more Taiping Wudoudao became more powerful on Jiangnan East Road, he moved the mind of establishing himself as a king, and if the north and south were divided in the future, he was also one of the founding ministers of the Southern Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Wei Nanlu realized that he was no different from the ambitious.

There are not a few people with ambitions like him who harbor trouble. Over the years, the Northern Liao spy surnamed Xiao has tried his best to conspire and scheming, and the careerists in the two Zhejiang roads have been drawn together to resist the tide with manpower, in a vain attempt to set up a new king.

Wei Nanlu took a stride and walked in the direction of the courtyard, along the way, the delicate red plum and purple bamboo could no longer arouse his interest, and the literati and scholars were limited to leisure after tea and dinner, but now he could not be idle for a moment. Turning a deep winding path, both sides are covered with begonias, bow your head and go around the rickety branches, and walk towards the unknown depths.

In front of the last small courtyard with a copper lock, Wei Nanlu stopped.

It's here.

The Adam's apple rolled a little, trying to calm himself down.

He knocked on the door, three long and two short, the conventional code.

There was a sharp and piercing squeak, and the rotten wooden door made an ugly sound, Huai Jinnan frowned involuntarily, the door opened a gap, revealing a head, looked around, and after making sure that there was no one, he opened a slightly larger gap, signaling Wei Nanlu to hurry in.

"Someone to follow along the way?"

"Nope."

"Someone from the Cardinals?"

"The yamen pays attention to their movements, and will not suspect that they have come here. Besides, who would have thought that you were hiding in the prefect's house. ”

After a brief question-and-answer, the person who opened the door pointed to the study in the southwest direction, then put the long knife in his hand into the scabbard and said to him, "He has been waiting for you for a long time, Wei Zhifu." ”

Wei Nanlu patted the dust on his sleeve, tried his best to look calm and composed, and walked forward. The deep hallway has long been abandoned, and the boots have left a visible mark on the green bricks. The cobwebs along the way were dense, and he waved his sleeves to shake off the cobwebs, and walked to the door with a somewhat embarrassed face.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Nanlu knocked on the door.

The closed door opened a dark gap, making it impossible to see inside. Hearing only a low voice to enter, Wei Nanlu stepped into the room.

There was a faint outline in the darkness, and he couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, but he just stood respectfully at the door, not daring to speak.

Then suddenly there was a little light, like a green lamp being lit, which was dispelling the darkness around it, leaving a bright scene, swaying, drifting like the wind, and as the flames swayed from side to side, the brief light began to flicker and darken.

And the outline of that face slowly emerged from the darkness, fading away from the original mystery, leaving a face that couldn't help but ripple, and the figure of a person in his forties was obviously taller than that of Jiangnan people.

He didn't make any moves, as if with an innate sense of oppression, Wei Nanlu, whose mind was blank, involuntarily weakened his knees, knelt down, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and only five words came out of his mouth.

"Meet Lord Xiao."