Qianjilou,

Yang Dong lay on the soft collapse with his limbs outstretched, forming the word "Tai".

There was a note beside him, filled with dense small letters.

If the empress saw this note at this moment, she would be surprised.

Because the content on the note not only included the movement plan of the Great Qin State, but even had a clear prediction of the strategy of the Later Jin.

It was even mentioned that Lin Luo, the son of the first assistant Lin Chunqiu, would die in Luozhou.

However, only the last line of small print, the content of which does not seem to have any connection to the previous text.

The above content is generally to investigate a concubine in the harem, as well as ...... The cause of the first emperor's death?

Yang Dong raised his arm, crumpled the note into a ball, and flicked it casually, the note fell steadily into the wick, and soon turned into a ball of flying ash.

If the master is not mistaken, the movements of Daqin's side are probably caused by Uncle Zhang, an old thing.

But why did he go so far?

Isn't it just for me to investigate a harem concubine?

No, it doesn't make sense at all.

There is a hammer connection between the war and the concubine of the harem!

What's more, how credible is his secret letter?

And what is the role of the master in the middle?

Chessman? Or cannon fodder?

Yang Dong rubbed his sideburns a little tiredly, he originally thought that the flood in Luozhou was a natural disaster.

But now it has become a place of wrestling.

He also got the news from the secret agents in Xichang that Yao Qi went to the Zhou Mansion late at night after leaving the palace.

Could it be that the former Shousuke, who had a miserable end, also planned to make a move?

All of a sudden, countless questions shrouded Yang Dong's surroundings, like a fog, making him unable to see the road ahead.

No matter, let's take one step at a time!

However, the news I got in this palace is still too closed after all!

Yang Dong sighed lightly and fell asleep unconsciously.

……

Los Angeles,

In the past few days, a piece of news has spread all over the streets and alleys of Luozhou.

The old prince couldn't bear the hardship of the people of Luozhou, and planned to go out of the mountain to relieve the victims and assist Lin Luo, the commander of the Longwu Army, in disaster relief.

As soon as this news came out, it attracted the attention of large and small forces in Luozhou.

Everyone in Luozhou knows that the old prince lives for a long time and no longer interferes in government affairs.

And this is also the reason why the old prince saved his life from the hands of the first emperor.

But today, the old prince has re-emerged in Luozhou under the pretext of disaster relief.

If he had no other purpose, the dogs would not believe him.

So the old prince came out of the mountain, like a stone, thrown into a pool, causing waves in the entire Luozhou.

Los Angeles,

Prefecture Pastoral Office,

An old man dressed as a Confucian scholar was staring at the Confucian masterpiece in his hand and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, a small official hurriedly rushed into the palace and said with an eager face:

"Han Zhoumu, something is wrong!"

"The old prince announced that he would assist Lin Luo in disaster relief, and he is currently actively opening a warehouse to release grain."

"Many gentry and aristocrats in Luozhou have come forward to respond, and I heard that money and grain have been donated."

"Han Zhoumu, what should we do next!"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Han Zheng smiled faintly, but his gaze was reluctant to take his eyes off the scroll.

He took a sip from his teacup and said calmly:

"You're always so careless."

"Think about it carefully, if the old prince can really open a warehouse and release grain, wouldn't it be a good thing for the victims of Luozhou?"

"No matter what he thinks, his actions are commendable."

"In this case, in the name of your officer, you shall draw up a commendation gazette and send it out. In this way, our state pastoral government has played a certain role. ”

The little official wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Han Zheng waving his hand.

"You go down, don't disturb the official reading."

The little official was unwilling, but he still bowed and left.

I don't know how long it took for Han Zheng to close the scroll in his hand and get up and move his somewhat sore waist.

He walked out of the study and looked at the two plum trees in the distance. I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"The old man has been here in Los Angeles for more than ten years. Now that even His Majesty has been replaced, how long can the old man last? ”

He muttered to himself, his eyes looking in the direction of the capital thousands of miles away.

"Your Majesty, what the old man can do for Da Zhou, I'm afraid it can only end here."

"Even if he is infamous through the ages, even if he is eaten by hundreds of thousands of unjust souls in Luozhou, the old man will not back down."

"If there is no country, how can it be home?"

"They don't understand this, but the old man understands."

"Just, is that really enough? I'm a big week...... But is there still a glimmer of life? ”

Han Zheng sighed deeply, and his back seemed to be a little stiffer.

He leaned on the plum tree with one hand, and his majestic face was full of sadness.

……

Since the old prince came out of the mountain,

The closure of the city has become the territory of the old prince and the Long Wu army, facing the state governor in the south of Luozhou.

At this moment, the lockdown government has already taken on a new look.

The old prince leaned on the agarwood chair, looked at the communiqué in his hand, and sneered.

"Han Zheng, this old thing, has suppressed this king for so many years, and now he has taken out a communiqué to humiliate this king."

"Does he really think that this king will not dare to kill him?"

"But...... How could this king be so cheap to him? In the case of Luozhou, he will definitely die. This king wants to see what kind of expression Han Zheng, this old thing, will look like if he dies in the hands of His Majesty with his own hands. ”

"Isn't he bent on Da Zhou? Hehe......"

Outside the government,

A group of businessmen led by Shen Laosan were like ants on a hot pot, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Yao Rui watched all this silently, and he also had his own guess in his heart.

Most of these businessmen, I'm afraid they were arranged by Shoufu Lin Chunqiu. Otherwise, he would not have followed the Long Wu Army and came to Luozhou for disaster relief.

Until now, Lin Luo had never trusted these businessmen, and even extorted a sum of money.

Is this Lin Chunqiu's plan, or Lin Luo's plan?

Shen Laosan saw Yao Rui frowning and pondering, and a trace of sadness also appeared on his fat cheeks.

"Brother Yao, you said that in the current situation, can we retreat bravely?"

Yao Rui glanced at the soldiers around him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a hint of mockery.

"Brother Shen, don't you think that we have been controlled by the people of the Long Wu Army?"

Shen Laosan's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, and then turned into helplessness.

"Alas, this trip to Luozhou, Lao Tzu is really at a loss that there are no pants left! I wanted to come over and make a lot of money, but I didn't expect to make a lot of money, and I lost a lot. ”

"Maybe that's the ...... Do you want him to earn, and he wants your principal? ”

After Yao Rui finished speaking, a trace of helplessness also flashed in his eyes.

He has been trapped in the lockdown for more than ten days, but his mission has not made any progress.

No, no matter what, we can't wait any longer!

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Shen Laosan beside him:

"Brother Shen, I may have to take the first step."