Qianjilou,
Yang Dong lay on the soft bed with his limbs spread out, forming the character "太".
There was a piece of paper beside him, filled with densely written small words.
If the empress saw this note at this moment, she would be shocked.
Because the content on the note not only included Great Qin's plans, but also provided a clear prediction of Hou Jin's strategy.
It was even mentioned above that Lin Luo, the son of Chief Assistant Lin Chunqiu, would die in Luozhou.
But only the last line of small print seems to have no connection with the previous text.
The above content is generally about investigating a concubine in the harem and...the cause of the death of the late emperor?
Yang Dong raised his arm, crumpled the note into a ball, flicked it, and the note fell steadily into the wick, and soon turned into a ball of fly ash.
If my guess is correct, the movements in Da Qin are probably caused by this old guy, Uncle Zhang.
But why did he want to go to war in such a big way?
Is it just for me to investigate a mere harem concubine?
No, this explanation doesn’t make sense at all.
There is a hammer connection between the war and the concubine in the harem!
What's more, how credible is his secret letter?
And the young master is in the middle, what role does he play?
piece? Or cannon fodder?
Yang Dong rubbed his temples tiredly. He originally thought that the Luozhou flood was a natural disaster.
But now it has become a place of contention between all parties.
He also got the news from Xichang's spies that Yao Qi went to Zhou Mansion late at night after leaving the palace.
Is it possible that the former chief assistant who met a miserable end is also planning to take action?
Suddenly, countless questions surrounded Yang Dong, like a fog, preventing him from seeing the road ahead clearly.
No matter what, just take it one step at a time!
However, the news obtained from the palace was still too limited after all!
Yang Dong sighed softly and fell asleep unconsciously.
…
Luozhou,
In the past few days, a piece of news spread throughout the streets of Luozhou.
The old prince couldn't bear the suffering of the people in Luozhou, so he planned to go out to relieve the victims, and assisted the Longwu Army to lead Linluo in the disaster relief.
As soon as this news came out, it attracted the attention of various forces in Luozhou.
Everyone in Luozhou knows that the old prince is enjoying his old age and will no longer interfere in government affairs.
And this was also the reason why the old prince saved his life from the late emperor.
But today, the old prince actually used the excuse of disaster relief to make a name for himself in Luozhou again.
If he said he had no other purpose, the dog wouldn't believe it.
So the old prince's coming out of the mountain was like a stone thrown into a pool, causing waves in the entire Luozhou.
Luozhou,
State Mufu Yamen,
An old man dressed as a Confucian scholar was staring at the Confucian classic in his hand, deep in thought.
At this moment, a petty official rushed into the government office in a hurry and said eagerly:
"Hanzhou Mu, something serious has happened!"
"The old prince announced that he will assist Lin Luo in disaster relief and is currently actively opening warehouses to release grain."
"Many wealthy gentry and nobles in Luozhou responded one after another, and I heard they donated money and food."
"Hanzhou Mu, what should we do next!"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."
Han Zheng smiled faintly, but couldn't bear to look away from the scroll.
He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly:
"You are always so careless in doing things."
"Think about it carefully, if the old prince can really open a warehouse to release grain, wouldn't it be a good thing for the victims of Luozhou?"
"No matter what his intentions were, his actions are commendable."
"In this way, you can draft a commendation communiqué and issue it in your name. In this way, our state pastoral office has played a certain role."
The clerk wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Han Zheng waving his hand.
"Go down and don't disturb me from reading."
The clerk was unwilling, but he still bowed and left.
After an unknown amount of time, Han Zheng closed the book in his hand, stood up and stretched his aching waist.
He walked out of the study and looked at the two plum trees in the distance. He couldn't help but look a little dazed.
"I've been here in Luozhou for more than ten years. Now that His Majesty has been replaced, how long can I last?"
He murmured to himself, looking far away in the direction of the capital thousands of miles away.
"Your Majesty, I am afraid that this is all I can do for Great Zhou."
"Even if I bear the infamy of the ages, even if I am divided and eaten by hundreds of thousands of innocent souls in Luozhou, I will not back down."
“If you don’t have a country, what’s your home?”
"They don't understand this, but I do."
"But, are these really enough? I, Da Zhou...do I still have a glimmer of life?"
Han Zheng sighed deeply, his back seemed to be a little more rickety.
He leaned against the plum tree with one hand, and his majestic Chinese character face was filled with sadness.
…
Ever since the old prince came out of the mountain,
After the city was closed, it became the territory of the old prince and the Longwu Army, facing the Prefectural Mufu in the south of Luozhou.
At this moment, the Fengcheng government office has already taken on a completely new look.
The old prince leaned on the agarwood chair, looked at the communiqué in his hand, and sneered.
"This old guy Han Zheng has suppressed me for so many years, and now he has published a communiqué to humiliate me."
"Does he really think that this king dare not kill him?"
"But...how could I take advantage of him so much? He will definitely die in the case of Luozhou. I would like to see what the expression of this old guy Han Zheng would be like if he died in the hands of His Majesty himself."
"Isn't he devoted to Dazhou? Haha..."
Outside the government office,
A group of businessmen headed by Shen Laosan were like ants on a hot pot, pacing back and forth anxiously.
Yao Rui watched all this silently, and had his own guess in his heart.
Most of these businessmen were probably arranged by Lin Chunqiu, the chief minister. Otherwise, he would not have followed the Longwu Army and came to Luozhou to provide disaster relief.
But until now, Lin Luo has never trusted these businessmen, and even extorted money from them.
Is this Lin Chunqiu's plan or Lin Luo's plan?
When Shen Laosan saw Yao Rui frowning and thinking, a trace of sadness also appeared on his plump cheeks.
"Brother Yao, do you think the current situation is still feasible for us to retreat bravely?"
Yao Rui glanced at the soldiers around him, with a trace of ridicule on his lips.
"Brother Shen, don't you think we have been controlled by the Longwu Army?"
There was a hint of viciousness in Shen Laosan's eyes, which then turned into helplessness.
"Oh, this time I came to Luozhou, I really lost all my pants! I wanted to come here and make a lot of money, but I didn't expect that I didn't make any money, and I also lost a lot."
"Perhaps this is...you want his profits, 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 closed city for more than ten days, but his mission has not made any progress.
No, no matter what, we can’t wait any longer!
A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Shen Laosan beside him and said:
"Brother Shen, I may have to take the first step."
