The military situation in Datong is urgent. Emperor Hongzhi did not panic at all.

Because a person has already rushed to Datong with the Shaanxi-Gansu border army for reinforcements. This person is the first general of the Chenghua Dynasty, the current trilateral general system, Wang Yue.

Wang Yue's military talent is no less than that of Ma Wensheng, the secretary of the Ministry of War.

At the beginning, Wang Zhi lost power, Wang Yue ate melons and was dismissed. Later, on the recommendation of Huai'en, Emperor Hongzhi reactivated him as the trilateral general system and was in charge of the 100,000 border troops of the imperial court in the northwest.

In addition, Emperor Hongzhi had already drawn up a plan with the generals. Ma Wensheng led 30,000 Beijing battalions to reinforce Datong.

The two reinforcements went to Datong, and it was difficult for the little prince to break through the borders.

The enemies of the Ming Dynasty are not only in the light, but also in the dark.

At the same time that Emperor Hongzhi was dispatching troops, the Jinyi Weinan Zhenfu Division was also fighting with the Tatars.

About 30,000 Mongols lived in the capital.

When the great grandfather was a grandfather, he once issued an edict: "There is one family in the four seas." Anyone who stays in the land of China and supports the Ming Emperor, regardless of Mongolia and Han, is the people of the Ming Dynasty!"

In the Hongwu and Yongle dynasties, there were many Mongolian officials who worked for the imperial court. For example, Guan Tong, the general of the Hongwu Dynasty, was a Mongol.

Jing is a famous general, and Tongqing Hou Huo is really a Mongolian. Wu Yuncheng, the Marquis of Gongshun who accompanied Taizong on several expeditions to the steppe, was also a Mongol.

The descendants of the Mongolian people have multiplied in the capital for several generations. Although they have Mongolian appearances, they wear Han clothes and speak Chinese.

Use an inappropriate analogy. Seeing Mongols in the capital of the Ming Dynasty was as common as seeing blacks in Guangzhou in later generations.

The settlement of the Limeng people in the capital is in the "Daguanying" near Guang'anmen in the southern city. Dignitaries, Tartar officials also.

In recent years, the Tatar Ministry sent a large number of fine workers to the capital, infiltrated the official camp and lurked, and spying on Ming intelligence.

The dark war has been fought.

Of course, this secret war has always been the responsibility of Nanzhen Fuji. It has nothing to do with the constant wind of the North Town Fuji.

On the night of February 16 of the first year of Hongji.

The mansion of Liao Fanyong, the envoy of Nanzhen.

Liao Fanyong is sorting out the information gathered by the eyes and ears of Datong in the library.

Tonight, a secret pile in the official camp will come to the library and report a big secret to him.

Now the most powerful of the Jinyi Guards is Chang Feng. Liao Fanyong didn't think much of Chang Feng.

For more than 20 years, the favored people in Jinyi Wei have changed batch after batch. Today, he is still a celebrity by the emperor's side, and maybe tomorrow he will become a prisoner.

But no matter who is in power, it is inseparable from him Lao Liao. Because Lao Liao has been in charge of foreign military intelligence for 15 years, he runs a huge intelligence network.

The secret nature of the intelligence network determines the identities of a large number of secret piles, which only Liao Fanyong knows.

If Liao Fanyong loses power or dies, this intelligence network will be wiped out in an instant.

The commander of the flowing water, the iron-clad Nanzhen envoy. This statement is not an exaggeration.

At the same time, the official camp.

A Mongolian-looking man was walking down the street. This person's name is Guan Gong, and he is a hidden pile under Liao Fanyong, who has been lurking in the official camp. He tried 100 households in Jinyiwei.

Counting up to five generations, his ancestor is the favorite minister of the great grandfather, and the Mongolian general Guantong.

Guan Gong has just mastered a big secret. It is necessary to report to Liao Fanyong in time.

He passed by a stall where he was roasting mutton and heard a few Mongolian people chatting.

A thin man said, "I want to marry a Han woman. The women of the Han family are white."

A fat man taught him the experience of marrying a Han girl: "Don't tell a Han girl that you are a captive of surrender who was captured from the grassland by Wang Zhi's army fourteen years ago."

"You told the Han girl that your ancestor was a warrior of the Wuliang Ha Sanwei, and he followed the Yongle Emperor Fengtianjing through hardship. The Han girls will be in a hurry to marry you!"

Guan Gong was dismissive of this conversation.

But he didn't have the time to teach the two wandering Mongols a lesson. He has more important things to do tonight.

Two more streets ahead, you will be out of the official camp.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, so he took a shortcut and entered an alley.

At this moment, four

The men in black blocked him back and forth. The comer is not good!

Guan Gong slipped a dagger out of his sleeve: "Who?"

The man in black sneered, "Descendants of Genghis Khan."

After speaking, the man in black held a steppe scimitar in his hand and rushed past Guan Gong's side like a meteor.

Guan Gong fell to the ground with a bang, blood gushing from his neck......

Half an hour later, Liao Fanyong's mansion.

There are a hundred guards inside and outside the Liao Mansion. It's not Liao Fanyong's play that the guards are so tight.

There are too many people in this world who want to take his life. These include the Tatars, the Warats, the Nan'ans, the Turpans, and the Wa.

Who let the intelligence network in his hands reach the hinterland of the grassland in the north, Annam in the south, the Wa Kingdom in the east, and Hami in the west?

Liao Fanyong can only be cautious.

A Mongolian man wearing a black gauze hat came to the door of Liao's mansion.

The gatekeeper flags forward: "Password?"

The Meng people replied, "Heaven is flawed and filled."

The gatekeeper answered: "Only for the common people, not for the Lord. Let's go inside."

The Mongolian people went straight into Liao's mansion.

Downstairs in the book building. Ten wrestlers stopped him.

The small flag headed by the leader searched the body of the Mengren. After making sure that he had no weapons on him, he entered the study building.

Mengren went up to the second floor and came to Liao Fanyong.

Liao Fanyong ordered him, "Take off the hat."

And the men did so, and took off their hats.

Liao Fanyong's face changed, and he directly picked up the scorpion crossbow on the bookcase and aimed it at Mengren: "What about Guan Gong? Who are you?"

Meng Ren smiled slightly: "Guan Baihu is dead. You're going to die tonight, too."

Liao Fanyong sneered, "Really? You can't bring a blade into the library. But I have a scorpion crossbow in my hand. The crossbow is fast at seven paces, and the crossbow is accurate and fast within seven steps!"

After speaking, Liao Fanyong pulled the scorpion crossbow.

"Click", the crossbow machine is stuck!

"I didn't have any weapons. However, the deadliest weapon in the world is man!"

After speaking, the Mengren rushed towards Liao Fanyong.

Liao Fanyong shouted, "There are assassins!"

Ten wrestlers outside the study building rushed to the study building when they heard the sound.

When they rushed to the second floor of the library, they found that their Liao Zhenfu envoy was already lying on the bookcase.

A Mongolian man rushed at them.

The wrestlers immediately became entangled with the Mongols. Ten people against one, no matter how skilled the means are, the Mongols will not be able to escape.

However, this Mongolian man did not want to flee at all, but was bent on death. He deliberately slammed his chest against the tip of a wrestler's knife.

"Poof!" The sharp blade pierced his chest. The Mongols died instantly.

Half an hour later. The whole Liao Mansion is brightly lit.

A large number of brocade guards surrounded Liao's mansion with three layers inside and three layers outside.

Zhu Ji, Sun Luan, and Chang Feng stood in front of Liao Fanyong's corpse.

Zhu Ji inspected the body and said, "The neck was twisted alive. The Assassin is a master."

Chang Feng picked up the scorpion crossbow next to him: "Strange, why is the reed of the crossbow machine of the scorpion crossbow stuck?" It's like someone has tampered with it."

Zhu Ji took the scorpion crossbow and looked at it: "It should be a combination of inside and outside. Someone in Liao's mansion used the scorpion crossbow that Lao Liao was wearing. As a result, Lao Liao failed to protect himself in a life-and-death situation."

Chang Feng asked, "This is checking?"

Zhu Ji shook his head slightly: "I'll investigate this matter." I have asked you to come here on another important errand."

"Nanjin Fuji has a two-hundred-page roster. A whole thousand names are recorded on it. That's the list of hidden piles of the Nanzhen Fusi distributed in the grasslands, the Western Regions, the southern borders, and the Wa Kingdom."

"The real name and identity of the dark pile, the identity of the cover in a foreign country, and the contact information. It's all clearly documented."

"I need you to find this roster. Otherwise, this intelligence network that Nanzhen Fusi has painstakingly operated for decades will be gone!"

"The military situation in the north is urgent. It is exactly what the imperial court needs

This intelligence network."

Chang Feng understood. Zhu Ji's errand for him was still a raid. Search the home of the deceased Nanzhen Fu envoy and find the roster.

Zhu Ji added: "The sooner the better!"

Chang Feng nodded. He walked down the study building and instructed Xu Fatzi: "Call all the five hundred brothers who have inspected the capital where the thousand households are located to the Liao Mansion. Twenty dogs were also brought."

600 posts in 1,000 households were inspected. One hundred people were sent to other provinces to run errands for raiding homes. There were only 500 people in Beijing.

After a long period of training, all of them can take charge of their own work and perform house-raiding errands.

Liaofu is actually not big. There is only one study building and more than sixty rooms. Five hundred people can search the Liao Mansion overnight.

If the roster is in the house, you will be able to find it.

Half an hour later, five hundred robes came to Liao's mansion.

Changfeng has a team of eight people in charge of one room. He led twenty people to search the library.

He walked up to Liao Fanyong's corpse and made a deep sigh: "Master Liao, it's strange. It's all for the sake of Da Ming."

Next, Chang Feng began to use the treasure ring and silver stirrups to find the secret room.

However, I worked until the middle of the night and still found nothing.

Deputy Qianhu Qian Ning walked over: "Master Chang, sixty-three rooms, all of them have been checked. I found three dark compartments."

"In the first Dark, there are two Karakuri blades; In the second dark compartment there were fifty taels of gold; In the third secret compartment was three hundred taels of silver."

"No rosters or anything like that."

Chang Feng said, "Call all the brothers to the library. Flip the book! Let's see if there are any clues in the thousands of books in the library."

There are thousands of books in the library. Chang Feng guessed that it would be similar to the last time he searched the palace to find filthy books, and the roster was hidden on a conspicuous shelf.

Chang Feng guessed wrong.

A group of wrestlers tossed in the study building until dawn, but still found nothing.

The wells in the house were also down, and even the manure pits of the thatched houses were dug. It's like digging three feet into the ground.

Chang Feng made a judgment: the roster was not in the Liao Mansion.

Chang Feng found Zhu Ji who was sitting next to Liao Fanyong's corpse.

The body had been covered with a white cloth.

Chang Feng arched his hand: "Commander." The entire Liao Mansion has been searched to the bottom. The roster doesn't seem to be in the house."

Zhu Ji said: "Sun Luan also inquired about Lao Liao's henchmen, wives, concubines, and servants. They don't know anything."

Chang Feng pointed at Zhu Ji: "I can only search Liao Ye's body." Maybe there's a clue like a key on you."

Zhu Ji said: "Then we have to wait for Zhang Daoren to come. He went out of the city yesterday to Miaofeng Mountain Ziyun Guan to respect Sanqing. I have sent for him overnight. It should be coming soon."

The Zhang Daoren mentioned by Zhu Ji is a hundred households in the brocade guard, specializing in autopsy.

This person is a Taoist priest. The bosses in the old guard all called him Daoist Zhang; Equals and subordinates call him "Zhang Daoye".

In addition to the autopsy, who died in the line of duty, he was also responsible for doing the Chaodu Dojo.

At sunrise, Daoist Zhang came to the study building.

He was dressed in a Taoist robe and had a Taoist bun on his head. In his forties, he has a lot of fairy bones.

Zhu Ji complained, "We waited for you all night. What are you going to Miaofeng Mountain if you have nothing to do?"

Although Daoist Zhang only worked for hundreds of households, he did not buy Zhu Ji's account at all. He said, "I'm going to pray for the robes of the brocade guards. That includes you, Commander Zhu."

People with great skills usually have a big temper.

Zhu Ji didn't have the same knowledge as him: "Let's do an autopsy."

Chang Feng echoed on the side: "Please Zhang Daoye find out if there is a key on Liao Zhen's envoy."

Daoist Zhang was in no hurry to perform an autopsy. Instead, he took out the incense burner, dragon and tiger fight, Sanqing bell and other magic utensils from the Taoist bag.

Zhu Ji was a little anxious: "If you don't do an autopsy, what are you doing with these fragments?"

Daoist Zhang said, "I have to do a simple transcendent ritual for Liao Ye first. Rest assured, it's just the kung fu of two pillars of incense,

It won't be long in coming."

"All men die. Commander so that you can guarantee that you will not end up like Lao Liao?"

"When that day comes, you don't want to become a lonely ghost, do you?"

Daoist Zhang's mouth is simply hurtful. did not give Zhu Ji, the big boss, face at all.

Zhu Ji actually endured it. Other subordinates respect him and fear him because Zhu Ji controls the future, life and death of his subordinates.

Daoist Zhang is not. He didn't want to be an errand boy in Jinyiwei for a long time. The resignation documents were handed over three times within a year, but they were all forcibly retained by Zhu Ji.

Throughout the ages, employees who wanted to quit their jobs were not afraid of their bosses. Future? Before he was a chicken lamp!

As for life and death. Daoist Zhang often preached the scriptures to a person. The place where the lecture was given was the Imperial Palace, and the person who listened to the scriptures was Emperor Hongzhi's grandmother, the Empress Dowager of Zhou.

borrowed Zhu Ji's eight hundred guts, and he didn't dare to touch Daoist Zhang's sinuous hair.

Daoist Zhang laid out the magic utensils, shook the bell, and recited in a strange tone: "The dojo is accomplished, and the transcendence will be accomplished. The disciples are pious, and they worship with incense."

Then Daoist Zhang began to sing again: "In the Mid-Autumn Festival of August, the geese flew south, with a roar and a sadness. The wild geese will come back and die...... No return!"

After the two pillars of incense, this simple transcendental ritual is completed.

Daoist Zhang said to Chang Feng, "Chang Qianhu, I'm going to start the autopsy. You're in the red. Avoid it, so as not to get into bad luck and ruin your good luck."

Chang Feng said: "It's okay. I don't believe that."

Daoist Zhang nodded: "Well, if you believe, you will be spiritual, and if you don't believe, you will not have anything."

Zhu Ji asked, "Why don't you let me avoid it?"

Daoist Zhang glanced at Zhu Ji: "The commander has killed too many people, he is full of blood, he is evasive, and he can't find him."

After Daoist Zhang finished speaking, he began the autopsy. He spread a white cloth on the ground. asked Chang Feng to help, and carried Liao Fanyong's body to the white cloth with him.

Daoist Zhang pinched the old gentleman with both hands, and rode the bull Dao seal upside down. The corpse was then stripped of its clothes.

For every piece of clothing he peeled off, he set it aside.

Chang Feng carefully inspected his clothes. Still nothing.

Daoist Zhang looked at Liao Fanyong's neck, and then said, "He died by twisting his neck bone. The killer has a lot of hands."

Zhu Ji pointed to the murderer's corpse: "You can also check the murderer's corpse."

Daoist Zhang checked the body of the murderer: "The murderer was killed by a sharp knife through the chest."

Zhu Ji said: "According to the report of the wrestler guarding the library, this murderer seems to know that he can't escape, and he is bent on death. He slammed the blade with his chest."

Daoist Zhang stretched: "The autopsy has been completed. It's okay, I'll go first."

After speaking, Daoist Zhang didn't wait for Zhu Ji's consent, turned around and left.

Chang Feng rummaged through Liao Fanyong's clothes: "There are no clues to the roster."

Zhu Ji said: "The clues will not run in front of you by themselves, you need to find them yourself. Anyway, I'm going to get the dark stake roster in three days."

"There's going to be a big battle in the north. Without a roster of hidden piles, the Ming army would have become deaf and blind. You can't expect the border scouts to find out the enemy."

Zhu Ji promulgated tasks to his subordinates, and he always had only one result.

As for whether the task is difficult or not, that is the business of subordinates.

Typical boss thinking.

Chang Feng is a little big. Liao's mansion has been searched to the bottom. The roster is clearly not in the house.

Liao Fanyong told Zhu Ji when he was alive that the roster was not in Nanzhen Fusi.

No clues were found on the body. asked Liao Fanyong's henchmen, wives, concubines, and servants, and they all said they didn't know.

How else can I find this?

Fat Xu walked into the study building and came to Chang Feng's side: "Master Chang, what's wrong?"

Chang Feng shook his head slightly.

His gaze was on Liao Fanyong's corpse.

Suddenly, he noticed that Liao Fanyong had thick calluses on the first section of his middle finger and above his thumb.

Chang Feng asked casually, "Commander, Liao Zhenfu likes to play hemp hanging?"

Ma hanging, created by Zheng He, the eunuch of the Three Treasures, has been popular in the Ming Dynasty for a hundred years.

Zhu Ji asked, "I don't know. How do you say that?"

Chang Feng explained: "People who often play hemp hanging, they don't draw cards by looking, but by touching them with their hands. You know what the cards are when you touch them."

"Over time, calluses will develop on the first part of the middle finger and above the thumb."

Xu Fatzi asked, "Master Chang, you never enter the teahouse gambling house on weekdays. How do you know?"

Chang Feng was embarrassed to answer.

When Mrs. Nine was in Xiangxi Lane, she liked to play with the clansmen for entertainment.

The first time she helped him get there, he noticed the calluses on her hands. When I asked, I found out that it was the traces left by the numb hanging of adults.

Zhu Ji was a little strange: "I haven't heard that Lao Liao is a good gambler."

Chang Feng asked, "Commander, can I ask Liao Ye's widow?"

Zhu Ji nodded in acquiescence.

Chang Feng went out of the study building and found Mrs. Liao in the hall.

Mrs. Liao cried so much that her eyes were red.

Chang Feng said, "Sister-in-law, mourning."

Mrs. Liao scolded: "It's not your wife who is emotionally dead to her husband. How do you make me mourn?"

Chang Feng was choked by Mrs. Liao's pungent words.

After a while, Chang Feng said, "Sister-in-law. I've got to ask you a few questions. It's about avenging Lord Liao."

Mrs. Liao raised her head: "Revenge? Good! What's the problem? Just ask."

Chang Feng asked, "Does Liao Ye like to play hemp hanging on weekdays?"

Mrs. Liao nodded, "Yes. As long as he has nothing to do, he will go to the Yuansheng Teahouse in the south of the city at night to play a hemp hang for an hour."

Chang Feng was puzzled at first when he heard this.

Gambling is divided into identities and places.

The ruffians and traders in the capital are low-class, and they like to gamble in the teahouses in the southern city.

Xungui went to gamble in the brothel in the North Building. Let Yangzhou Thin Horse wait for the bureau on the side.

Liao Fanyong is the Nanzhen envoy of Jinyiwei, how could he go to an inferior place like the Nancheng Teahouse?

After a while, Chang Feng suddenly remembered that Shi Jian, the deputy head of the Miaoshou Gate, was not the owner of the dice stall in the Yuansheng Teahouse?

At this moment, a wrestler walked up to Chang Feng's side: "Father-in-law Qian of the celebrant is here. There is a will for you."

Chang Feng came to the hall. Zhu Ji and Xu Fatzi were already waiting over there.

Chang Feng fell to his knees. Qian Neng said in a loud voice, "There is an edict. Fate Changfeng is a thousand households, temporarily acting as the envoy of Nanzhen."