Sun Beiji said in a low voice, "...... Do you know that Lan Zhijun? ”

Zhang Shouzhong shook his head.

"Have you seen it?" Sun Beiji asked again.

Zhang Shouzhong shook his head again.

Sun Beiji's expression was calm, "Among us, we are familiar with this person...... Probably only Hengyuan-kun. ”

"But—"

"Pingjing's strategy of locking the city, only entering and not leaving, is actually Hengyuanjun's idea." Sun Beiji said suddenly.

Zhang Shouzhong was stunned for a moment, and the rebuttal he wanted to open was temporarily suppressed, and he was a little incredulous, "...... Was it Heng Yuanjun's idea? ”

Sun Beiji nodded, "Because the messengers of the Seeing An Pavilion are often rotated, and they are not as detailed as other resident informants...... These messengers mingled with business travelers on weekdays, and rarely had any relatives or friends in one place.

"Today, the imperial court locks the city, just enough to kill these messengers who usually deliver letters by surprise, and temporarily cut off their connections inside and outside the city...... However, people outside will soon react. ”

Zhang Shouzhong nodded in agreement - the so-called scaring snakes.

Sun Beiji said softly, "Heng Yuanjun judged that once there was an army outside the city attacking the city, then people in the inner city would start to poison the water source and set fires everywhere. ”

"So next, the whole city is grounded and guarded to the death...... Until the emperor returns. Sun Beiji looked at Zhang Shouzhong, "What about the garrisons of Qinzhou and Chuzhou, have you been contacted?" ”

Zhang Shouzhong nodded.

"I have sent a letter to the barracks in Qinzhou and Chuzhou this morning," Zhang Shouzhong replied, "and they will first send 5,000 elite troops south, and then we will send a letter a day to report that they are safe." If one day this peace letter is broken, an army of 200,000 will come to support in less than three days. ”

Sun Beiji breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good." ”

……

Early the next morning, an extra person in each street and alley held a gong in his hand, repeatedly informing everyone of the details of the lockdown.

Bai Ling and Ai Songqing also went to the corridor facing the street with Niannian in the morning, and made a special trip to listen to what the gong struck said, they stood tall and far away, and the two of them squatted down, grabbed the wooden fence and listened several times, but they could only hear a few words.

Ai Songqing frowned with some confusion, "The traitor Song Bozong he said was the rebel Minister Song Bozong during the Jianxi period?" ”

"Hmm." Bai Ling nodded.

"Didn't that person be wiped out when Jianxi was forty-five years old? How can any rabble be gathered to make trouble? Ai Songqing asked, "I remember that year, the storytellers of the major teahouses in Chuzhou talked about this paragraph for more than a month......

"It's not the Song family making trouble." Bai Ling replied in a low voice, seeing that the gong striker had said something she hadn't heard clearly, Bai Ling was silent for a while, and then looked at Ai Songqing, "He said that the disciple of the Song family was resentful and intended to rebel in the name of the prince of Qinyuan. ”

"Prince Qinyuan...... Ai Songqing's eyes showed a blank look, "What kind of prince is this?" ”

"Ah...... It doesn't matter, it's just some royal secret. Bai Ling said softly, "I probably understand, in short, during this time, some people want to break the city defense of Pingjing, so for safety, every household is not allowed to go out, and the water and food are allocated by the yamen from various merchants, if someone walks around indiscriminately during this time, they will be directly arrested and locked up in the camp in the south of the city." ”

Ai Songqing's expression paused, "So serious......?" ”

"yes." Bai Ling frowned slightly, "...... Yesterday they said that the whole city would be under martial law for three days, but today they only mention martial law, not the deadline. ”

“…… It's not going to be a war, is it? ”

Bai Ling shook his head, "It shouldn't be, this is Pingjing." ”

To the north and northwest of Pingjing are the barracks of Qinzhou and Chuzhou, and the permanent garrisons in the two places start at least 300,000.

"Where can anyone beat Pingjing?" Bai Ling muttered uncertainly.

In a trance, Bai Ling suddenly felt that this conversation was somewhat familiar, as if he had also talked about this issue with Fourteen a few years ago.

It's just that time has passed, and now her position has been reversed.

……

That afternoon, Zheng Mi sent twenty-two young girls to Lanzihao. As the youngest children had been taken away, the youngest of the remaining girls was nine years old, the eldest was eleven or twelve, and one of them was fast, and seemed to be only a little shorter than Bai Ling.

Seeing that the carriage had taken them back to Baihuaya, many of them began to cry bitterly before they could get out of the carriage. It wasn't until Bai Ling took them to a clean and airy room, and told them that they would only stay here for three months and that there would be no more pick-ups, that the crying gradually stopped.

Bai Ling specially invited the master of the pear orchard to help, except for the two children with incomplete pentatonic and sharp voices, the remaining twenty directly followed the master of the pear garden to learn the breath of the breath, and the two girls who could not sing helped to bear the logistics of these twenty people.

Also on this day, because the tattoo certificate at the end of the teaching department was delayed, Yuan Zhen directly gave an approval on this matter, opening the door to Bai Ling.

So in the evening, Bai Ling led sixty-seven homeless squatters to the underground smelter of the Jiaofang Division.

It's not as lively today as it was when she last came, the craftsmen who hammer the ironware aren't there today, and the empty basement isn't as popular as ever.

The tattoo masters waited in the compartment at the end of the road.

The women were still weeping, and whenever they saw such sad faces, the tattoo masters would whisper to them that if they didn't want to, they could leave at any time, and Lan Zihao was not reluctant.

But the weeping man only shook his head, and none of them left.

Everyone silently rolled up their sleeves and turned their faces away.

Bai Ling stood aside with a calm expression, looking at this scene.

The tattoo masters inscribed orchids on the inside of the right arm of these shack women, and this picture was specially selected by Bai Ling from the albums in Lan Zhijun's collection.

Mo Lan's long leaves are a bit calm and elegant—in the writings of literati and ink writers, this delicate and beautiful flower mostly symbolizes a certain inner indifference and nobility.

Now, however, these orchids stabbed in flesh are more like a bargain with demons.

From this moment on, they no longer seek the familiar, mundane refuge and throw themselves into an abyss of uncertainty.

From today on, they are the long-term workers of the Blue Brand.

With new choices come new worries, but perhaps also new hopes...... Boling stood at the exit of the road and handed out a special towel to everyone who left. They were a little hesitant and confused, but they still took it one by one and thanked Bai Ling.

The bottom right corner of each towel is embroidered with a line of small letters:

Bring a towel and don't panic.

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