"Okay, you can take it well, one meat and one vegetable, a total of ten wen." The vendor put the bun in an oiled paper bag and handed it to the foreigner in front of him.

The foreigners are very young and not bad, but the people of Daheng look at them, except for the fact that some people's hair color and eye color are not very different, the rest feel the same.

The foreigner nodded at the vendor, with a smile on his face, he spoke very well, and he also knew the etiquette, and at first glance he was a very likable one.

Of course, the peddler thought so too, so he smiled at the foreigner and said, "Then you can go, come back next time!" ”

The foreigner waved at the vendor and turned away.

This person is the one who is a "foreign staff" in the home of a Daheng official.

Ruowen is holding two buns in his hand and eating while walking, his yellow hair and green eyes are quite conspicuous, even with the Sifang Pingding scarf often worn by the people of Daheng, he can see a large piece of gold on the back of his head.

He is dressed as a scholar, wearing a Taoist robe tied with a palace silk, his complexion and pupils are light, so he likes to wear dark colors, which is very flattering to him, and he looks quite Sven - even if he is eating steamed buns with oil paper.

Although if you smell it, you can see that it is a foreigner, but after all, this is the capital of Daheng, and it is the boundary of the eastern suburbs, so the people have long been surprised.

Ruowen swaggered around the street, and no one stared at his face.

When he was almost finished eating his buns and the person was almost home, he pushed the door and went in, and saw the man at the door nodding at him: "Mr. Ruowen is back." ”

Ruowen wrapped the oiled paper in his sleeve, leaned down slightly, and asked, "Well, but what is the matter with the master?" ”

"Sir is right." The man at the gatekeeper led him inside, "The master is indeed looking for Mr., and the master is waiting for Mr. in the hall." ”

Ruowen nodded at the man guarding the door, drove to the hall with a familiar car, and threw away the oiled paper bag in his sleeve on the way.

When Ruowen entered the house, he really saw the old man waiting for him, so he greeted the old man with a smile: "Sir." ”

When the old man saw Ruowen, he still beckoned him to come and sit down as usual: "If you hear it, sit down." ”

If you hear it, you're not polite, so you just sat down.

The old man was holding a hand stove and asked the maid to add charcoal to it, and when he saw someone, he closed the lid of the hand stove and put it in his sleeve cage: "It's cold, you go out and wear more." ”

Ruowen patted the hem of his clothes and sat down with a smile: "Thank you Mr. for your concern, but it's even colder at my house, in Daheng Capital, in such a winter, I feel warm." ”

The old man didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded.

"Mr. today is looking for me, but because of the letter from the south?" Ruowen took the tea handed over by the little maid beside him, and smiled at the maid by the way.

"Not bad." The old man had a stove in his sleeve, and it was inconvenient to eat any more tea, so he sat with his hands in his hands, "It is true that the letter from the south has come, and there is even a fight in the city of Nanjing." ”

"Oh?" Ruowen raised his eyebrows, "That's really a strong temperament, I thought it was just planting the root of the bane, but I didn't expect to fight directly." ”

"I'm scared, if the puss is broken, it won't be able to suffocate." The old man said.

"Don't be afraid." Ruowen took a sip of tea and put the teacup on the table, he had a high nose and deep eye sockets, but his eyebrows were peaceful, and he couldn't help but wonder, "As long as they think about it in their hearts, then this root can't be removed, even if the generals in Nanjing City will punish the troublemakers." Lin He and the Liangzi of Nanjing City have been concluded, and the contradiction between the Sichuan army and the Nanjing army is irreconcilable, and there is no way to alleviate it. ”

The old man felt that it made sense, so he nodded.

Ruowen played with the ring on his hand and hummed: "Daheng is now the new 'Niangniang' who has worked very hard to stop the loss in time, to be honest, she has dealt with it like this, the rewards and punishments are clear, and it has leveled the grievances of the people in Nanjing, and it has not made Lin He's face too much, and she really can't find the slightest mistake on the bright side." The bad thing is that the emperor is far away, and all the parties involved in Nanjing are speechless, and they 'coincidentally' encountered so many things. There are so many coincidences that no one will believe that it is really a coincidence. ”

It's not that anyone is suspicious by nature, but at this age, when you get into this kind of position, you have to think more. As long as you continue to think about it, it is not a misunderstanding but also a misunderstanding, and there is simply no way to avoid it.

"According to what you say, Nanjing City will definitely not be able to be saved this time." The old man looked at Ruowen, this young man was light and calm most of the time, and it was impossible to tell his age between his eyebrows and eyes, so he could only say that he was a young man, but he couldn't say how old he was.

This feeling was very strange, and it made the old man feel that he could not see through him.

Now it is the relationship of interests in cooperation, and this feeling of invisibility makes the old man feel very dangerous, he does not know the weakness of Ruowen, and he can't control people in his hands if he can't figure it out.

You know, he's fighting the tiger right now.

If he heard the old man's words, he smiled shallowly, and put the ring on his hand in the sun, and the sunlight hit the gem, reflecting the seven-colored brilliance: "Nanjing can be kept or not, in whose hands, it doesn't matter now, the important thing is that Lin He can't win, and even said, it's better not to live." If he is alive, the opportunity we prepared for the eunuch party and the queen mother will be missed. ”

"Lin He is dead, who else can fight for Daheng." Ruowen raised his light-colored eyebrows, which were almost too light to see clearly in the sunlight, "We know, and everyone in the court probably knows that when the time comes, we will see the most wonderful beast bite." ”

Ruowen glanced at the old man, and there was still a smile in his eyebrows: "You Daheng called this, the sandpiper and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit." At that time, whether the eunuchs won or the new faction won, the result for us was the same. When they fight to the death, most of our goals will be achieved. ”

The old man raised the teacup in his hand and knocked it on Ruowen's teacup: "The old man replaces wine with tea, and I toast you." Respect for the friendship of fishermen. ”

"Friendship of fishermen." Ruowen also took the cup and touched it on the old man's cup, "When everything is ready, this world will be like taking something in a bag." ”

The two men looked at each other and laughed in unison, their eyes revealing undisguised desire—a thirst for power, and something inexplicable.

They can't read each other's eyes, but it doesn't matter, it's good that the goal is the same.

"We want to be fishermen, and we have to be the yellow finch behind the praying mantis."