Zhang Shouzhong recognized the person at a glance - the leader of the horse team was Zhang Zhiyi, the newly appointed Jiangzhou assassin the year before last.

Speaking of which, there is still a layer of clan relationship between Zhang Shouzhong and him.

The Zhang family is everyone in Jiangzhou, but Zhang Shouzhong has come to Pingjing to settle more than 20 years ago, and he has not often gone home to walk around these years, and he has refused to visit the daily visits of his old relatives and friends at home.

Zhang Zhiyi's seniority is two generations higher than Zhang Shouzhong, but he is young, only twenty-five or sixteen this year.

He is almost Zhang Shouzhong's number one fan brother - when he was fourteen years old, he was overjoyed to hear that the widely praised Zhang Shentong was his distant relative.

In order to express his admiration for idols, Zhang Zhiyi compiled a booklet in addition to reading, which not only included many poems and articles by Zhang Daren, but also some of the insolent anecdotes of his youth.

This booklet was originally just collected by Zhang Zhiyi for his own amusement, but he really didn't expect that it didn't take long for a copy of the book to fall into Zhang Shouzhong's hands.

What Zhang Zhiyi didn't expect was that Zhang Shouzhong read it overnight and replied to him with a long letter.

The letter was not sent directly to him, after all, Zhang Shouzhong didn't know who Zhang Zhiyi was - this reply letter was first sent to the patriarch of Zhang Shouzhong's own family, and then several people were tossed and turned, and finally it was picked up by Zhang Zhiyi's uncle.

When Zhang Zhiyi learned that the manuscript of the poem he had compiled was actually read by the idol himself, his face was red, he couldn't even breathe, and he fainted on the spot, but fortunately, his sister was next to him at the time, and immediately poured a scoop of cold water on him to wake him up.

The young Zhang Zhiyi almost trembled and opened the letter of Zhang Shouzhong, who was the secretary of the military department at the time - he thought that he would be scolded, but he didn't expect that Zhang Shouzhong expressed his gratitude for his intentions at the beginning, he said that he really wanted to make time over the years and sort out the past poems, but because of the many affairs at hand, he has not done it.

Many of these poems were written by him at will, and he didn't expect that anyone would be able to find the original text, which shows Zhang Zhiyi's efforts in this matter.

In the letter, Zhang Shouzhong corrected some exaggerated and exaggerated rumors in the manual, and politely asked Zhang Zhiyi not to show this book to others, so as not to cause some unnecessary trouble.

What impressed Zhang Zhiyi the most was the end of the letter, Zhang Shouzhong generously wrote that although compiling poems is a trivial matter, between the lines, he can feel Zhang Zhiyi's talent, and hopes that Zhang Zhiyi can use his talents and talents on the right path, and if he can be an official in the same dynasty with him in the future, and seek the well-being of the people of the world, it will be a real blessing.

Zhang Zhiyi held the letter and cried on the spot.

The letter was later transcribed by him and pasted on his desk, and the original was sealed as a family heirloom.

Now ten years have passed, and the only time the two have seen each other at close range in these ten years is when Zhang Shouzhong sent his deceased wife back to his hometown three years ago.

However, it was also Zhang Zhiyi's unilateral "meeting", because at the funeral, Zhang Shouzhong, who was middle-aged, lost a lot of weight, his face was pale and vain, and he looked mentally atrophied...... It was really not a good time to come up and say hello.

In addition, Zhang Shouzhong did not stay in Jiangzhou for a long time that time, and the day after watching his deceased wife enter the ground, he set off to return to Beijing.

Zhang Zhiyi could only salute and say goodbye among several send-offs, and he didn't expect Zhang Shouzhong to remember him.

At the age of twenty, Zhang Zhiyi finally went to high school, ranked second, and got a Jinshi background, but for various reasons, he finally failed to stay in Beijing.

In the past few years, he has gone to Beijing several times to report on his work, but he has been blocked by the Zhang family's housekeeper - because Zhang Shou has an iron rule, that is, he does not accept visits every day, whether it is an official from other places or his relatives and friends, no one wants to open the net.

This is a pity, but after hitting the wall several times, Zhang Shouzhong's image in Zhang Zhiyi's mind has become even taller.

Tonight is a special day for Zhang Zhiyi.

He carried the will of Emperor Shengming, and Emperor Shengming asked him to announce the decree to Zhang Shouzhong, the second assistant and secretary of the Ministry of War-he has been up for so long, and now he can finally introduce his name and official position to Zhang Shouzhong in a dignified manner.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiyi has been on the road almost day and night in the past few days, if it hadn't been for a light rain in the afternoon, he would have arrived in the evening.

Zhang Shouzhong saw the flying dust in the distance, and without a moment's delay, he immediately walked down the city tower with his clothes and waited.

It was a gloomy night, and the moonlight had a faint red, like a bloodshot eye hanging in the air.

The city gate slowly opened, and under the guidance of the guards, Zhang Shouzhong walked out quickly.

Zhang Zhiyi and several entourages behind him quickly arrived, he flew off his horse and stepped forward a few steps towards Zhang Shouzhong's figure.

"Master Zhang."

"Master Zhang!"

The two spoke in unison.

Zhang Shouzhong and Zhang Zhiyi both smiled.

After three years of not seeing, Zhang Shouzhong looks much better than at the funeral, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the grayness of his temples have become more and more obvious, which shows how heavy the burden has been on him in the past few years.

Zhang Zhiyi looked at the elder in front of him with some excitement, he was eager in his heart, he only felt that idols were idols, he felt extraordinary from a distance, but now he is getting closer - look at this sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the aura is lofty, it can be seen that even if he is old, this Mingchen's heroic appearance will not fade!

The two chatted under the city gate, Zhang Zhiyi was a little restrained, and he didn't know how to open up many of the topics he had prepared, it was all up to Zhang Shouzhong, he would answer whatever he asked, for fear that he would talk too much and expose his shortcomings.

Soon, more than a dozen prisoner vans also arrived at the city.

"There are twelve of them here." Speaking of business, Zhang Zhiyi reluctantly suppressed Feiyang's heart, he sorted out his solemn face, and then spoke, "There are twenty-three leaders of the blue-robed thieves, and eleven of them have done too much evil, and the people's grievances are boiling. ”

"This is exactly what I want to ask," Zhang Shouzhong was a little puzzled, "Why didn't the emperor directly try this case in Jiangzhou City, and had to escort the prisoner back to Beijing?" There are so many variables on this road, if something goes wrong—"

"Don't worry, Lord Zhang, this is not the place to talk, when we have taken all the prisoners into the big distance, the lower official will tell you about this matter in detail."

"Okay." Zhang Shouzhong nodded, "Go this way." ”

That night, Zhang Shouzhong personally led the way to the prison of the Criminal Department, and in the middle of the night, the streets were empty, only the occasional barking of dogs from afar.

"Is the emperor okay?" Zhang Shouzhong was on the horse and turned his head to look at Zhang Zhiyi, "I heard that this time it was the soldiers who personally led the emperor to smash the bandits' nest?" ”

Zhang Zhiyi sighed, "Yes, it's really a life of nine deaths...... If the Holy Driver makes a mistake in Jiangzhou Mansion, we will really be unable to escape the blame. ”

"Nine deaths?" Zhang Shouzhong was a little surprised, "What about the emperor's divine machine battalion?" ”

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