Li Rufeng nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, Emperor, since ancient times, those with strong soldiers and horses have been responsible for it. The Song Dynasty occupied Lingao, built high walls, and accumulated grain. It took ten years of planning and ten years of concealment to achieve the current military strength and wealth. The banner should point to the north, hold the golden sword to sweep away the barbarians, use good bows and swords to defeat the unruly ministers, build slaves to usurp the Ming Dynasty, they are all ugly people. When the army comes, it will immediately fall apart. It will be decided by the four directions. Within ten months, The world changes hands. He slowly becomes the king, but after a long delay, he loses his enterprising spirit. Lingao is a beautiful nest, Ziming Tower is a gentle village, and the elders play with the moon all day long, just like a little girl I mean, I don’t know what they are doing.”
Liao Sanniang said softly: "Silence, the situation in the court is treacherous and cannot be discussed unreasonably."
Li Rufeng realized that he had made a mistake. He sighed, coughed, and covered it up, saying: "We have to choose some steady and strong hands. We will have to leave the city sooner or later."
Liao Sanniang raised her face, thought for a moment, and said: "Zhao Liangjian is one of them. He is from Jingjing, Beizhili. He has been a mantis hand, is good at flying rocks, can catch people's eyes within twenty steps, is careful, mature, and prudent in his actions. Reliable. Liu Chang, an archer from Xuzhou, is good at shooting and is very clever."
Li Rufeng nodded and said: "Okay, I will choose two more. Chen Cui, a hairy gourd from Henan, can climb into houses, walk over mountains and ridges, is good at using short-hand soldiers, and has experience in the world. Sun Changtou, formerly a monk soldier of Funiu Temple , my strength has grown, I have been fighting against the state for many years, I am well-informed, and I am familiar with the job. I can choose a few more, and that will be enough."
Liao Sanniang thought about these people and said softly: "They are not from Lingao, but they are all trustworthy and righteous people. With their ability, whether they are soldiers or bandits, they can kick a foot in the door. They are willing to take every opportunity here." I have five or six taels of money for work and food every month, but I just don’t want to bully the weak and kill innocent people indiscriminately.”
At this point, the two of them were speechless for a moment, and the hall fell into a short silence. In the dim light of the evening, everything looked old and dirty. Dust and sand poured in from the open hall door, making the two sides The scattered figures looked chaotic and blurry.
After a while, Li Rufeng broke the silence. He stroked his beard, hesitated, and then said: "Do you think there will really be news?"
Liao Sanniang shook her cloak, walked to the door of the hall, raised her face, looked at the sky, and said, "Yes."
The few light white pockmarks on the bridge of Liao Sanniang's nose were illuminated by the dim afterglow, reflecting a slight white light, like a few stars falling in the dark night. Liao Sanniang's tone was confident and firm, without any wavering, as if she was answering Li Rufeng, It seemed like he was talking to himself.
When Leng Ningyun woke up, his mind was in chaos. For a moment, he was confused about where and when he was. He actually felt that he was still in the office of his original fund management company and just took a nap.
I felt my mouth was dry and I said in a daze: "Xiao Li, pour some tea!"
After a while, a cup of tea was actually brought to his mouth. Leng Ningyun took a sip in a daze. He felt comfortable all over and said with a smile: "Xiao Li, you don't know, I had a dream just now. It's really interesting! Let's have dinner next time." I’ll tell you when the time comes…”
"No matter what the master says, slaves and slaves love to hear it." A woman's charming voice next to her ear
"Hey, what are you calling me, master? I'm calling you -" Leng Ningyun suddenly got excited, "No!" wrong! Why would Xiao Li call himself master? ! When love is strong...
He opened his eyes suddenly, and in an instant, memories flooded into his mind. He sobered up immediately.
broken! He's been kidnapped!
Before Leng Ningyun came to the capital, he received comprehensive training from the Foreign Intelligence Service at the "Farm". When teaching about the dangers of overseas activities, he focused on how to prevent kidnapping and what to do if kidnapping occurs.
If it was a simple kidnapping, he was actually not worried. The kidnapping was nothing more than asking for money. The kidnappers would not easily kill him in order to obtain ransom. With Delong's power in the capital, spending money to eliminate disasters can solve the problem.
However, the kidnapper is not seeking money today!
Thinking of this, Leng Ningyun secretly regretted his recklessness and was instantly fascinated by the letter.
After thinking about it, I still can't get rid of the shadow of "abandoning the gun and running away" in the camp. Although no one mentioned it over the years, he was always ashamed of it. He does not hesitate to risk his life repeatedly in an attempt to prove himself...
This time, talking about it was also a moment of confusion. After all, the bait thrown by the other party is too tempting. If you can get a clear answer, it will be like detonating an atomic bomb in the Senate, and you can become a "new star" that everyone is eyeing.
I was so obsessed for a moment that I ended up like this. Thinking that he didn't even know Wu Kaidi, He Xiang and others, and didn't even leave a piece of paperwork... He broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
This is my own fault and I shall not live!
Thinking of this, Leng Ningyun felt filled with regret and almost fainted again.
"Master, please have a few more sips." Drowsily, I heard the woman talking in a low voice again.
Leng Ningyun opened his eyes. It turned out that he was lying on a large bed with drooping curtains around him. The person speaking was a young woman who was kneeling on the bed and feeding him water.
"Where is this?" he asked doubtfully.
When the woman saw that he had woken up, she did not reply. She only whispered, "Master, please don't talk too much. The effects of the medicine haven't worn off yet. Please take a good rest."
Leng Ningyun saw that the woman was about 20 years old. Judging from her appearance and dress, she seemed to be a maid from a wealthy family. However, her accent was not the Jianghuai accent of the capital's Mandarin, but a slight Jiangsu and Zhejiang southern accent.
At this moment, his whole body was sore, he had no strength at all, and even his mind was dizzy. He knew that the other party must have given him some kind of drug in order to control him.
This made him very scared, not knowing what these messy drugs were made of and what consequences they would have on the body. Even in the old time and space, anesthetic drugs that have been clinically tested are still very dangerous, not to mention anesthetic drugs of unknown origin and lacking pharmacology in this time and space.
However, no matter how reluctant he is at this moment, he can only let others manipulate him. He was very thirsty now, so he drank a few more water, and then he felt comfortable. He felt the urge to urinate again, and he couldn't care less about being shy, and said: "I need to urinate, help me up."
The woman responded, helped him up from the bed, leaned against the bed, fetched him a chamber pot, and helped him relieve himself.
Leng Ningyun had been in the capital for several years and was somewhat accustomed to the life of being a slave, but he still couldn't adapt to being served like a "disabled person." He said hurriedly: "I will do it myself."
"Now that your legs and feet are inconvenient, don't try to be brave anymore." The maid said.
Leng Ningyun's hands and feet were now weak. Not to mention urinating, he had to lean on the bed rail even when sitting, and had no choice but to be at the mercy of the maid. After fully enjoying the corruption of the landlord, he was helped to the bed again.
The maid brought a porcelain cup and said, "Master Leng, you haven't eaten for a day, please bring in some."
He didn't feel hungry originally, but when she mentioned it, he suddenly felt empty. I thought that we were all kidnapped anyway, so just relax. The fall of a senator is a big deal, and both the Capital Station and the Senate will rescue him at all costs.
Opening the porcelain cup, a slightly unpleasant smell of frankincense hit your nostrils, but it was a cup full of cheese. The slightly yellow curdled cheese was dotted with dried nuts. Instantly aroused Leng Ningyun's appetite.
I picked up the silver spoon and took a bite. The frankincense was rich and the mouth was smooth and sweet. This cheese-making skill must have come from a wealthy local family.
Cheese was also available in Beijing during the Ming Dynasty, but compared to the later Manchu Qing Dynasty, this kind of food was rarer. Apart from the palace, only dignitaries and top brothels could taste this delicious food.
Leng Ningyun thought to herself that the person who kidnapped him was indeed not some robber, but a certain "big boss".
As for who the big boss was, he seemed to understand clearly in his heart. But how he wrote that letter was a mystery to him.
After finishing a cup of fruit cheese, Leng Ningyun felt comfortable all over. When the maid brought him mouthwash, his energy was almost restored. After rinsing his mouth, he asked: "Who is your master? Why did you bring me here?"
The maid was blessed and said with a smile: "Slave Zhiling, I have been ordered to serve the master here. If the master has any request, just tell the slave, but don't leave this house. As long as you don't leave this door, the master will be a prince for generations. …”
"Okay, okay, don't say anything anymore. I understand!" Leng Ningyun felt bored for a while. But when I heard her name was Zhiling, I felt something in my heart and asked, "Is your surname Lin?"
"My surname is not Lin. My name was given by the master of the house." The maid said still smiling.
"Your accent sounds like you're from the South." Leng Ningyun used to work in the financial circle and is very sensitive to people's accents.
Zhiling smiled slightly and did not answer his question:
"It's my blessing that the master is more considerate of me. If you need me, just say hello. I'll be right outside." After that, he left.
The door opened, and at a glance Leng Ningyun saw what seemed to be a small courtyard. It was pitch dark outside and he couldn't see much. Looking around, it seemed that the room he was in was the east wing of the main house. The decoration, furniture and furnishings are only at the level of an average house, not necessarily luxurious. The only luxury item in the house was an Australian oil lamp, which illuminated the entire room.
From these furnishings and the condition of the house, he roughly inferred that this should be a mansion somewhere. It was already dark outside, but there was no sound of the night watch. It was obvious that he was not in the city, not even in Haidian town. It is most likely to be in a landlord's house in a certain village or a rural villa of a wealthy family.
It seems that the other party has been prepared for it.
At this moment and here, he had no choice but to lean on the bedside and rest with the thought of taking things as he came: the drug seemed to have not passed, and he only felt weak and weak.
At this moment, the next door creaked open. There was the sound of a man's heavy footsteps, and then he heard a voice: "Mr. Leng, how are you always?"
(End of chapter)
