"The sleeves are green, and the shoes are staggered. Look at the cheers, the envy of the envy of the sea pearl flower rhyme. Don't be stingy with money, just ask for a shadow without shame, there is wine in front of the placket to talk about, and get drunk with the sky. ”

"The river is blue and the clouds are blue, and the sails are thousands of miles away. Try to look forward to the column, this side is Limen Shuangzhi, and there is Longling Jiuhui. The end of the country's fortunes, don't say that the river will not return, everyone on the river sees the moon, who gets the moon first? ”

In front of the gate of Xiangjiang Restaurant, there are two couplets hanging in particular conspicuousness. Among them, the name of the restaurant is hidden everywhere, and the scenery is integrated and depicted, which is full of beautiful vision for the country and the world.

This restaurant, the decoration is extremely elegant, the dishes are very distinctive, the wine fragrance is ten miles, and it has a long reputation in Lin'an City.

*

The box on the second floor, the interior decoration, is a bit elegant everywhere. Huge landscape paintings hang on the wall, and sandalwood tables and chairs are placed in them.

In the copper incense burner, agarwood rises, making people drunk without drinking.

Even the tableware placed on the table is all pastel porcelain from Jingde. Delicate, colorful, elegant and soft, full of poetic feelings.

There were only three people in the box. One person raised his glass and looked out the window. One person picks up a glass of wine and pours it himself. One stood silent.

"Su Dadutong, at this time, you and I, do you want to go back to the camp?"

Qin Shi put down the wine glass in his hand and asked Su Li, who was still looking out the window. At this time, Su Li had already become his direct superior.

"Qin Dadu is the commander, and the infantry army is the commander of the yamen, I don't know if you are familiar with it?"

The army of the Northern Expedition has gradually faded away and disappeared on street corners. Su Li looked back lightly and no longer lingered outside the window.

"Hmm."

Qin Shi frowned slightly, playing with the wine glass in his hand. Su Li was not too anxious, he filled the wine glass in his hand and waited silently.

"Su is the capital, Qin is barely familiar."

Although he didn't know why Su Li suddenly asked, he still answered honestly.

"Oh?"

"Let's talk about it carefully."

The corners of Su Li's mouth showed a bit of playfulness, and he seemed to be very interested in this matter.

"The infantry army commands the yamen, responsible for the internal and external guards and access control of the nine gates of Lin'an City."

"The Admiral of the Nine Gates is concurrently served by Prince Kang himself."

"The chief soldier of the left battalion is the Yang family, Yang Qizhen."

"The general soldier of the right battalion is hand-picked by the saint and newly promoted, and his name is Yekong Mountain."

Qin Shi looked at Su Li, bit by bit, and spoke eloquently.

"Ye Kong Mountain?"

"Where did he come from?"

Su Li was a little curious and asked him. The commander-in-chief of the right battalion, his position is very important, why can he stand out?

"The Ye family in Jiangnan, whose ancestors, has entered the cabinet for two generations, and their protégés are all over Nanchu."

Qin Shi replied frankly. mentioned the Ye family, and he also showed a bit of respect. This family is too terrifying.

"Hmm."

Su Li nodded lightly, but he didn't say much. From this point of view, the Ye family is indeed extraordinary.

It's just that......

"What about the various camps stationed around Lin'an City?"

Su Li did not entangle himself more than the infantry commander Yamen. He continued to ask him questions, pointing to all the defenses around Lin'an City.

"Thirty miles around Lin'an City, four large camps are stationed."

"There is a large camp in the east, west, north and south."

"The chief soldier of the East Battalion, Wang Zexuan."

"The chief soldier of the West Battalion, Deng Chuan."

"The chief soldier of the Nanda Battalion, Chen Lai."

"The chief soldier of the Peking University Battalion, Zheng Hong."

Qin Shi came one by one, and the things in the army, he was like a treasure.

"Among the four, who is the prince's cronies?"

Su Li threw out the key question, and the answer was particularly important to him.

"Zheng Hong."

"From the Pioneer Black Battalion."

Qin Shi replied. Among the four, he was the only one who had served in the black camp and was a close confidant of the prince.

Hearing what Qin Shi said, Su Li frowned tightly and was silent. In the palm of his hand, the pastel wine glass slowly rotated like a spinning top.

"I already know about it."

"In this way, Qin Dadu, you go back to the barracks first."

"I'll go back to my house for the time being, and I'll go back to camp tomorrow."

Su Li nodded and instructed Qin Shi.

"Okay, so Qin, say goodbye first."

Qin Shi got up, hugged his fist at Su Li, and turned to leave the box.

"Childe, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Qin Shi had already left, Xiaoluo leaned in front of Su Li and asked with a little doubt.

"There's always a little uneasiness in my heart."

"The disaster of Xiangzhou, I always feel that it is not so simple."

"But I couldn't figure out the crux of the problem."

Su Li shook his head slightly, a little irritable. His heart was like a boulder hanging high, which made him a little uneasy.

"Forget it, let's leave it at that."

"Let's go, let's go home."

Su Li picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the cup. Then he left the box and went downstairs.

Xiao fell behind him and followed closely.

*

Thirty miles east of Lin'an City, the East Daying Station.

At this time, within 100 meters of the Chinese army's tent, it was empty. But 100 meters away, it was extremely heavily guarded.

In the big tent, one of them, dressed in a python robe, stood with his head held high. One of them, a little respectful, stood down.

"I've seen Mr. Chang."

"I don't know what the general manager is here, what are you doing?"

Wang Zexuan, the chief soldier of the East Battalion, who was wearing a suit of armor, bowed down and asked with a smile on his face.

"Wang Zexuan."

"The Holy Secret."

"After reading it, keep it in your mind."

Chang Si's face was expressionless, and he took out a wax-sealed bamboo tube in his arms and handed it to him.

"The last will take the order."

Wang Zexuan quickly knelt on one knee and took the bamboo tube with both hands respectfully. He slowly opened the bamboo tube and pulled out the secret inside.

There was very little content on the secret decree, but it made him gasp and sweat coldly. His body couldn't stop trembling slightly.

"This ......"

He frowned, beads of sweat on his forehead.

"The last will obey."

After a long time, he bowed his command, and then staggered to his feet.

"Good."

"After the matter is completed, Mr. Wang is afraid that he will have to go further."

"Our family is here, congratulations in advance."

Chang Si smiled and bowed to him slightly. Wang Zexuan's understanding of current affairs made him very satisfied.

"The last general will not dare."

"All things in the end are a gift from God."

"The saint has a point, and he will never give up."

At this time, his legs still couldn't help but tremble. But above the complexion, it is very firm.

"That's fine."

"General Wang is busy with military affairs, so our family won't bother too much."

"Our family will leave first, and Mr. Wang will stay."

As soon as the words were finished, Chang Si had already left the tent, without dragging his feet.

"Whew."

Seeing that Chang Si's figure had gradually faded away, Wang Zexuan stretched out his hand, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and gasped heavily.

"It's really stormy!"

He muttered a sentence unconsciously, sat down slowly, and then lowered his head and brows in contemplation.

After a long time, he slowly got up, took out the fire fold, and burned the secret decree in his hand bit by bit.

The faint light of fire, in his hands, seemed to be cheering, as if jumping.

*

Such a scene is repeated today in the camps around Lin'an City.

Tojiji worked hard all day long until night came, and the palace gate was about to fall. Only then did he drag a tired and dusty body back to the palace.

In the imperial study, the lights were not extinguished, and Emperor Wen of Chu was still waiting here for the return of Chang Temple. At this time, he was a little restless, pacing back and forth.

The nets have been spilled, just waiting to be caught.