More than a few months have passed since Gonggong An implemented the policy of clearing the wilderness proposed by Cao Zheng, and the people, animals, and materials around the two cities of Rixuan and Caohe have been almost completely looted by the imperial army. The residents of Caohe City were forced to abandon the city and flee under the pressure of the imperial army's purge, and it was naturally impossible for Rixuancheng to accept these "chaotic people", so the civilians who fled were left to go to Dongping and Dongchang, which were controlled by the Fair Society.

Gonggong An sat in the renovated mansion, it was close to November, and the weather was gradually turning cold, but the mansion of the prison army was warm as spring, and the vigorous charcoal fire reflected the house slightly red. Although they have internal strength, a group of guards and attendants still habitually stay in the mansion, lazily enjoying the rare leisure time.

The nail leaves clanged, and a rush of footsteps came from far and near from the avenue outside the main hall of the mansion, and some sleepy guards of the inner mansion reluctantly pushed open the door and welcomed them out.

A small cold current poured down the sleeves of the guard, causing his body to tremble slightly, his brows couldn't help frowning, and his tone became a little dissatisfied.

"The name of the comer stops!" the guard shouted with his hand pressed the steel knife, in fact, he also knew in his heart that most of the people who could come here openly and honestly were the ones who had verified their identities, and he was just unhappy and wanted to make things difficult for the other party.

The person who came stood a few meters away from the guard, and replied lightly: "Kyoto Privy Council." ”

"Privy Council?" The guard was slightly stunned, and was about to ask, but the door behind him was opened from the inside, and Grandpa An's shrill voice reached the ears of the two.

"Don't be rude!

The visitor did not wait for the guard to answer, but walked straight around him and walked towards the lobby, leaving only a thin young side face for the others.

"Where's the point?" the guard shrunk his head and muttered softly.

The young envoy followed the guidance along the lobby all the way to the inner room, where Gonggong An sat at a rectangular desk, as if he was tasting a scroll of calligraphy and painting from the previous dynasty.

The room was full of fragrance, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, Father-in-law An raised his head from the smoke and asked, "I wonder which lord of the Privy Council has something to send?"

The young man put away his indifference, his expression was a little more respectful, and he bowed to Gonggong An: "The student privy council editor Hong Yun came here on the order of Lord Qingsong. ”

An Gonggong's narrow eyes flashed with a falcon-like gaze: "Is there a token?"

Hong Yun carefully took out a letter from his arms and presented it to Grandpa An: "There is a letter from Lord Qingsong, please look at it." ”

Father-in-law An took the letter suspiciously and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at it, the more his brows tightened, and in the end, his expression became extremely serious.

After a long time, he put down the letter and exhaled a long breath, if what the letter said was true, then the situation in the entire Ningdu Mansion would become extremely complicated.

"Master Editor, have you ever had a meal, why don't you rest in the prison mansion tonight?"

Hong Yun shook his head slightly and resigned: "Thank you An Gong for your good intentions, the student is a member of the Xuanshui clan on the day, and this time I came to pass the news not to take the opportunity to return to my hometown to visit my parents, and I also ask An Gong to forgive me." ”

Gonggong An bowed his head to express his understanding, waved his hand to signal Hong Yun to leave, and Hong Yun bowed and slowly exited the inner hall.

There was a huge wooden window on one side of the inner hall, and Grandpa An felt bored and couldn't help but walk to the window and stretch out his hand to push it, and the heavy wooden window made an ugly "creaking" sound and was propped up.

Outside the window, the sky was dark, and the sky and the earth were gray, only the cold wind kept whistling, blowing the clothes of Father-in-law An.

The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings, Grandpa An sighed secretly, and looked out of the window without closing the window. Qing Song's letter mainly expressed two meanings: First, there may be changes in the imperial court in the near future, and the Liang officials and troops who have eliminated the fairness party in various places will no longer receive personnel and material support from the imperial court. The second thing is conveyed in the tone of His Royal Highness the Prince, urging Gonggong An to find the sword needed by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince as soon as possible, and promising that after the prince ascends the throne in the future, he can give him this place and title him "Marquis of Zhenyuan".

"Marquis Zhenyuan, hum!" Gonggong An's sharp voice let out a gloomy laugh like a night owl: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually values this sword so much, and even does not hesitate to make such a heavy promise, willing to change the name of a city and give it to the old man a eunuch, hahaha! Has the situation in the court been so corrupted?"

In the past few months in Rixuancheng, Xuanyi's life has been more fulfilling, except for the beginning of a period of forced conscription into the city, and then he goes back and forth between the military camp and his home at two o'clock every day, studying martial arts and training his subordinates on weekdays, the only fly in the ointment is that since being sucked into this "illusion", even the function with the wood core has become a "castrated version", although most of the functions are retained, but the most important absorption function has been lost.

The divine power value is only in and out, so the 15 points of extremely precious divine power value Xuanyi has been kept from beginning to end and is not willing to use it indiscriminately, which is the last reliance on his own life.

Now that it is a time of troubled times, and the city of Rixuan is mixed, Xuanyi is more strict to restrain the subordinates of the forward battalion, and desperately train the soldiers every day to consume their excessive energy, so as to prevent these young people from making trouble.

In contrast, Cao Zheng's restraints on his subordinates were not so strict, and most of the people in the city who constantly disturbed the people and picked quarrels and provoked troubles were the guards of the government, and the letters of complaint were piled up more than half a meter high on the case in the prison hall.

After completing the soldier's drill according to the custom, Xuanyi politely declined the invitation of several guards under his command to have a banquet together, and returned to the residence with a few guards, and the group turned into a small alley, and the sound of horses' hooves like thunder exploded in the alley.

A woman's cry came from the depths of the alley, and a few men's curses and crisp slaps could be faintly heard.

"What person! Come out!" Seeing Xuanyi's puzzled stationing horse stop, Wang Zhe, the captain of the personal guard, immediately followed the sound to greet him, and the steel knife in his hand made a crisp sound of unsheathing.

The woman's suppressed cry was intermittent, and it looked a little creepy in the dark and narrow alley, and several guards couldn't help but move closer to Xuanyi.

There were a few scattered footsteps in the depths of the alley, and the guards present were somewhat relieved, and the footsteps sounded and they were not facing some demons.

Three rugged-looking and ragged men walked out slowly with swords in their hands, and they couldn't help but be slightly stunned when they saw the neat military shapes on Xuanyi's side.

The first of the men arched his hand towards Wang Zhe, and said with a teasing tone: "Who should I be, such a big official!, it turned out to be the little brother of the forward battalion, hahaha!" He deliberately accentuated the word "small", alluding to Wang Zhe's thinner figure.

"Bold! Shangguan is here, and he still doesn't kneel down and salute!" Wang Zhe shouted and pointed at Xuanyi: "This is Lord Chu Han, the commander of my forward battalion!"

The half-squinted tiger eyes of the leading man flashed, and when he heard this, he looked at Xuanyi carefully, and his eyes lingered for a long time on the exaggerated battering axe on the side of the horse's head, and then knelt down and gave an extremely standard kneeling salute: "Humble Ningdu Mansion Wei Guangzi Battalion Dutou Town Mountains and Rivers See Battalion Commander!"

Seeing Zhen Shanhe kneeling, the two men with mocking faces behind him had no choice but to kneel down and salute together.

The three of them reluctantly lowered their heads on weekdays, but Xuanyi was secretly vigilant, the strength of these three people in front of them was not weak, they were all veteran ruffians with good martial arts and had been on the battlefield for a long time.

"Quickly retreat, don't make trouble for no reason!" Xuanyi said in a deep voice "education" to the three of them, and then sent them away.

Wang Zhe entered the alley where the three of them stayed before and helped out a young woman with messy sideburns.