When Yu Wensheng first saw Gong Shu Lan, whom he had forgotten about, he naturally thought of Gong Shu Ji Ruo.
And the "Master Li" pretended to be Gongshu Jiruo, had disappeared without a trace since he seriously injured Fu Rong in Sang's house that day.
But Yu Wensheng was not worried that he would leave Ye State and return to Beiyuan.
A Gong Shulan, and perhaps a Sang Xuanqing must be used as bait to catch him now, and sooner or later he will show up obediently.
But what is the relationship between Gongshu Jiruo and Sang Xuanqing?
Who is she really loyal to, the Mo family, the public losers, or the Julu Kingdom that she threw out as a smoke bomb from the beginning...
Everything is still in a confusing stage at the moment, but it doesn't matter, he will find out soon.
Yu Wensheng asked someone to bring over the things in Gong Shulan's hands.
At this glance, we found that it was a military defense map. Let’s not talk about the actual accuracy of it. However, the drawing method above is very similar to Sang Xuanqing’s camp map at first glance.
Ordinary maps are divided into lanes, quasi-wang, high and low, right and wrong, and tortuous. The six institutional principles are influenced by contemporary traditions and are basically the same. However, the maps drawn by Zheng Quchi are different, and there is even a new style that takes a new approach. Painting style.
"Where did you get it?" Yu Wensheng asked.
Seeing that Yu Wensheng's expression was still calm, Gong Shulan felt a little unsure in his heart whether this "military deployment plan" was considered a powerful medicine.
But she still accepted the pre-planned excuse and said: "It was given to me by Feng Qing. Sang Xuanqing did come to the camp once, pretending to be looking for someone. At that time, Feng Qing suspected that she had other agendas. That night , he sneaked into her residence to investigate, but unexpectedly found this thing."
"He said that this matter is not trivial. He did not fully understand the map. He knew that I came from a public loser and was good at craftsmanship. He had read the drawings thoroughly, so he came to ask me if I understood it clearly. But this was also the first time I saw this. I studied with him for a long time before I understood all the mysteries in this picture."
"The defense plan that the general sees now is part of the content that I, Feng Qing, added after investigating the mystery. It is now so clear. Then Feng Qing disappeared... The blueprint has always been in my hand, and I want to hand it over. General Yu, but I haven’t been able to see him these past few days, and it wasn’t until today that I told the truth about all this.”
When Fu Rong, Wei Yao and others heard this, they all glanced at Gong Shulan with some subtle eyes.
Wang Zebang frowned, feeling that Gong Shulan's words sounded normal at first glance, but when he thought about it carefully, there was something strange in them.
Zheng Quchi initially heard her talk about him and what would happen to her in the future, but then he became more and more confused and confused.
She said coldly: "What do you think that is?"
Is this woman telling a joke? Also, did she draw the defense map when she was sleepwalking, or when she was possessed? If she really lost something so important, how could she not know about it at all?
Yu Wensheng seemed to find her current expression quite interesting. He smiled and answered for Gong Shulan: "Fu County's military defense map."
Zheng Quchi didn't really ask about the map. She didn't answer Yu Wensheng's question. Instead, she looked at Gong Shulan: "Military defense map? You said, you said that's mine?"
Gong Shulan didn't shy away from looking at her. She said softly, "Yes, it's yours."
Zheng Quchi pursed his white lips and looked at her deeply.
The first time he saw Gongshu Lan, Zheng Quchi felt that she looked familiar, as if he had met her somewhere before. Now that he had seen her a few more times and recalled her, he finally remembered her.
She actually had a chance encounter with Gong Shulan.
It was in the Fu County workshop, fighting for a piece of Hanshui stone (gypsum).
Now it seems that this may be a bad fate.
"You can confirm that it's mine based on just a few words? There shouldn't be my name on it, let alone that it wasn't caught on the spot at my residence."
Gong Shulan saw that she was calm and neither annoyed nor angry. Instead, she wanted to find a loophole to pick him out.
"If it's not yours, who else could it be?" She looked confused, and then told her reason: "There is no need for Feng Qing to wrongly accuse you, and neither do I. I accidentally saw an earth-moving tool you drafted before. Design drawings, your drawings have different emphasis from ordinary craftsmen, and the painting style is also unique, which is difficult for others to imitate. Also, the handwriting marked on it, you can also find someone to identify whether it is yours."
She put everything in order.
In fact, every word was intended to kill her.
But Zheng Quchi really couldn't remember where exactly "Sang Xuanqing" had offended her.
He wants her to frame him like this.
Although she couldn't figure out the reason, the purpose of the other party going to such great lengths to fabricate a fake "military deployment plan" to frame her was obvious.
Zheng Quchi asked her: "I heard you sound like you are very knowledgeable. I wonder who you are? Are your words necessarily informative?"
Gongshulan smiled slightly. Although she was modest and did not show off her edge, the arrogance in her bones was all engraved in her last name: "I am Gongshulan."
Public transport...
Zheng Quchi is no longer the frog in the well she was before. She suddenly had an epiphany: "Are you a public loser?"
"Yes, Gongshu is my brother."
The implication is that her words are authoritative.
Zheng Quchi thought he understood why Gong Shu Lan had to kill her. Perhaps it was because of the grudge between Gong Shu Lan and the Mo family.
She no longer bothered about why Gong Shulan wanted to deal with her. What was more important now was to get rid of this "criminal crime".
"How are you sure that I only know this style?"
Gong Shulan was startled: "What did you say?"
Zheng Quchi turned around, took out a black charcoal pencil for smearing his face from his sleeve pocket, and walked to the flat stone that had been cut on the east side of the stone field.
The blue-brown stone surface, which was several feet high, was smooth and flat. She quietly concentrated on it for a moment and said.
"You said that the drawings I drew are different from others. It is true, but if it is a map, you should really take a good look at it. If I, Sang Xuanqing, were to draw a line, what would a military defense map look like?"
As soon as she said this, everyone looked at her in surprise, curiously guessing what she was going to do, and waiting for the subsequent development of the situation.
And Yu Wensheng was willing to sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers from beginning to end. Since Gong Shulan was willing to be this touchstone, he wanted to see what kind of success she could create.
But rather than watching Gong Shulan's little tricks, he was more looking forward to what unexpected moves Sang Xuanqing would make next.
I saw that Zheng Quchi slowly closed her eyes, and she first imagined it in her mind.
Most of the ancient maps of this era are simply displayed on a flat surface with scale, elevation, distance, orientation, and the ups and downs of the terrain slope, while the content is filled with boxes, lines, circles, etc. to mark what they represent.
How simple it is, how simple it is.
But Zheng Quchi's map is a three-dimensional, intuitive map that makes you feel like you are on the scene.
Just because she learned drawings and paintings from modern times, her job requires practicing hand-drawing frequently and quickly expressing the design thinking and ideas in her mind. In order to reduce the rework rate, she was meticulous in almost every construction drawing. Restore it to perfection and strive to achieve unity with the project.
Since she was not tall enough, she climbed onto the scaffolding and began to draw using the stone surface as paper and charcoal as pen.
The floor plan she writes first has an axis and a set direction, and is arranged from left to right or bottom to top in order from low to high. She moves quickly with her hands, barely needing to pause and think, before she establishes a layer and then adds it to the floor plan. Lower the transparency of the previous layer by rubbing it with your elbow.
Similar to sketching, first determine the rough proportions, draw the rough axis, then draw solid lines, determine the locations of the mountains, towns, rivers and the main features of the terrain, and then thicken and refine...
When the shapes she painted gradually took on a rough outline, they suddenly revealed a completely different and alternative spectacle.
"Oh my God, look, what are she drawing?!"
"You are blind. Look, is that our camp? And that mountain is exactly the same as the Ghost Carmel Ridge from above..."
"What is this? A map? But can a map be drawn like this? This is completely a landscape map reduced to a delicate level. It is so real. It really looks like a person standing on a high mountain and looking towards the vast land below. , everything is in full view.”
"No, there are still some places that cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye and cannot be seen completely. You see, the directions of the mountains in the east, south, west and north are very clear. I think the route between Fu County and the Eight Townships and Ten Villages You can tell where you are going at a glance.”
If you want to ask Zheng Quchi, what is a map?
That is, the cartographer has fully mastered the original information, studied the mapping objects, combined with the requirements of map use, reasonably used the map language, and accurately conveyed the information to the map users.
For now, she was the mapper, and she was successful when those who marveled at her maps could accurately pinpoint terrain they were familiar with or unfamiliar with.
After she had painted most of the notable features of Fu County and Guixunling, and left another large area reserved, she held down her trembling arm with one hand and glanced at the crowd with her watery eyes: "This is The map of Fu County compiled by me, Sang Xuanqing."
It is grand, majestic, and has an intuitive impact. It is like a terrain map carved out of clay sculptures on a sand table. When they see it, they feel like they can see the real Fu County, hills, rivers, and cities...
Rare in the world!
If she could draw such a detailed, universal and intuitive topographic map by distinguishing, observing and measuring with her naked eyes, then she would really be able to run rampant into a strange land.
Yu Wensheng finally stood up from his chair. He did not stare blankly at the stone map like the others, but looked at Sang Xuanqing alone.
Every time...she could make him feel the desire to kill that was just aroused one second, but then extinguished again the next second.
"You..." Gong Shulan glanced at the map she drew on the stone wall, and then glanced at the one she handed to Yu Wensheng. He suddenly felt his head was buzzing, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
It turns out that the maps she wrote have completely different styles and presentations from the mechanical design drawings.
Even though she thought her carefully designed "military defense plan" was a masterpiece, compared with Sang Xuanqing's improvised work, it was as ridiculous, childish and unbearable as a clown.
Yu Wensheng turned the cuffs of his gloves and said casually: "Sang Xuanqing, your current behavior can only show that you have a lot of hidden abilities, but it cannot prove that this military defense map has nothing to do with you. A literate person can pretend to be illiterate, but an illiterate person cannot pretend to be a scholar, what do you think?"
When Gong Shulan heard this, he looked at Yu Wensheng in surprise.
He...didn't believe Sang Xuanqing?
Very good.
However, before the smile on her face fully bloomed, she was interrupted by Zheng Quchi's answer.
Zheng Quchi had been whipped several times and was exhausted, and now his head was starting to feel dizzy.
She no longer knows how she can prove her "loyalty".
"General Yuwen, I wonder if you still remember something you promised me?"
After she asked, she was worried that he had forgotten or didn't know which one it was, so she spread it out and said, "No matter what mistakes I, Sang Xuanqing, make, it will not harm my family."
Yu Wensheng immediately raised his hand and lazily raised his eyes, fixed on her: "If everything you say is a lie, then why should I continue to fulfill my promise?"
At this time, Zheng Quchi, even the softest cat, was so excited that she showed her claws. A sickly blue flame burned in the depths of her pupils: "I, Sang Xuanqing, have done everything I promised you, but... But you deny my merits and past because of some unfounded charges. I refuse to accept the crime you have convicted me of, and I deny the evidence you smeared against me!"
Seeing that she could hardly hold on any longer, Wei Yao felt agitated. After struggling several times, he lifted his robe and knelt down: "General, please... give Sang Xuanqing another chance to defend herself. She said she would go to the camp. I have been contacted, and Miss Gongshu has just confirmed this matter."
Fu Rong's eyes looked a little strange at this time. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Zheng Quchi attentively: "General, wait a minute."
Yu Wensheng had a gut feeling that Fu Rong had noticed something. When he turned around, he saw groups of flint falling from the sky. The hot flames were like a net falling down.
"It's oil fire throwing stones! Quick, disperse the team!"
There was a shout in the ear, and the army was so frightened that they ran for cover and collapsed.
Although the quarry has a wide view, it also means there is a lack of hiding places around. Wei Yao and Wang Zebang received Yu Wensheng's order and took the lead in rescuing Zheng Quchi and Gong Shulan, who did not know martial arts.
At the same time, a shockingly strong male voice sounded from above: "Sang Xuanqing, I'm here to pick you up!"
Zheng Quchi looked in astonishment and saw Mo Ye, who was dressed in a crimson battle robe among the ups and downs of military vehicles on the wild hillside, like a ball of dazzling scorching flames, acting so wanton and sycophantic without caring about the lives of others.
Mo, Moye? !
How could it be him?
"I have received your message. As a reward for your contribution, I will grant you what you have been asking for and follow me from now on."
At this time, everyone looked at Zheng Quchi.
Zheng Quchi also looked confused: "What letter?"
Mo Ye curled up the corners of his mouth, with a sinister evil smile on his handsome face: "Thanks to your letter, I just took advantage of the Mo family and the nomadic barbarians to distract Yu Wensheng, burned down the camp, and destroyed it. We must set up our defenses so that we can successfully come here to find you."
(End of chapter)
