Although this matter is not considered a secret, it should not be said so easily.
But Wang Er took one look at Su Ziji and felt that this was a new friend he had made. When someone was in trouble, he just wanted to inquire about it. He knew what he was doing. Since he knew it, how could he not help?
So he added another sentence: "The commander-in-chief has always been unruly. These words are also what the minister said."
However, after saying this, the three of them suddenly felt a bit cold.
Even the little official's head, which was a bit drunk, buzzed, sobered up for a while, and his interest in chatting suddenly disappeared, and no one wanted to speak for a while.
Although they were still drinking and eating, and occasionally encouraged to drink and have a good time, the atmosphere was different from before.
Su Ziji knew that the statute of limitations for Wen Xin Diao Long had expired.
"It seems that it is still a bit reluctant to use Wenxin Diaolong against three people at the same time. It would be nice to upgrade it."
After a while, the three of them said goodbye after losing interest in chatting. Su Ziji paid the bill and sat in the private room, thinking about the news he had just received.
At this time, a figure came in, it was a wild Taoist.
"Sir, can these people be of use?" The wild Taoist asked as he walked to the window and looked at the three people staggering away downstairs.
"They have limited information."
"It's useful. My guess is good. They are all people who may follow." Su Ziji said.
The people on the accompanying list are all officials, and they have to be served by someone. Although they are joining the imperial envoy team and cannot call for everything at once, they can take care of a few servants.
Wang Er is a servant of the Minister of War and a close confidant of the chief steward. This time when he goes to the southwest, the chief steward cannot go with him. So it is very possible for one or two of his close associates to go with him.
The two junior officials from the Ministry of Punishment also had the same reason.
"The Literary Heart Diaolong has been promoted to level 6. It seems that not only the minor officials, but also the ninth level can be affected. I can try it next time."
Wenxin Diaolong's strength has increased, which is a happy event. This time we go to the southwest, we are much more confident.
"And three important pieces of information have been said."
"Regardless of the fact that many people died, the court's view on the dispute between Qian Zhidong and Qin Fengliang is actually to shirk responsibility and strive for credit."
"We have been fighting in the southwest for two years, which has cost a lot of money. The imperial court is a little bit unable to win, but the southwest rebels are also at the end of their fight."
"The court's opinion of Qian Zhidong is not good - the commander-in-chief has always been unruly - this is a fatal comment."
Su Ziji looked at the wild Taoist and smiled slightly: "With these three pieces of information, I am confident that I will be successful this time."
Many people always think that gathering information must be top secret, and there is no such thing as espionage. In fact, intelligence lies in daily life and general trends, and these three people have already leaked enough.
After thinking about it, Su Ziji stood up. There was a table in the private room with pen, ink and paper. This was for arty people. He spread out the paper, thought about it carefully, wrote a letter and gave it to the wild Taoist.
"It's getting late now. You can send this letter to Mr. Fang Zhen early tomorrow morning. Come back soon. We'll set off tomorrow morning."
"Okay, I'll be there soon tomorrow morning." The wild Taoist accepted the letter and responded immediately.
Watching the wild Taoist leave, Su Ziji felt a little relieved.
Although he had some confidence in going to the southwest, Su Ziji was also concerned about Ye Buhui's safety. The kings of Shu and Qi would not go so far as to kidnap their female relatives, but the people below who wanted to please may not think so.
Her safety must be guaranteed.
Moreover, once Ye Buhui's true life experience is exposed, the consequences will be disastrous. Since he was wrong, looking at it now, he can only continue to make mistakes.
The general purpose of this letter was to ask Fang Zhen to help take care of him while he was away from the capital. Since the young Marquis knew his "identity", he would not refuse this entrustment.
With Fang Zhen's strength, protecting a female family member shouldn't be a problem.
"Princess Xinping hasn't sent anyone again, so she should have given up. This is good, so as not to have too much contact with her and cause big trouble."
Fangfu·Early morning
The two servants yawned, opened the corner door, and cleared the snow in front of the door.
There was another light snowfall last night. It didn't last long. I just swept it for a while and then it was over. I breathed into my hands that were red from the cold and was about to go back to warm myself by the fire when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me.
"You two, wait a moment!"
"Ah? What's the matter?" The two Fang Mansion servants turned around and saw a middle-aged man coming over. Judging from his clothes, he didn't seem to be a man of any status.
At least there was no fame. Zheng Chao didn't have many requirements in terms of clothing materials, and he didn't have much control over the colors, but there were some regulations on styles.
Some styles of clothing can only be worn if you have at least achieved fame.
Ordinary people may not be able to see much. At most, they can see the difference between pawns on the road and scholars. In their eyes, all officials are great officials, and they can't tell the difference between government officials.
But the people in the Fang Mansion had very poisonous eyes, and their attitude immediately became contemptuous after looking at him.
The middle-aged man smiled and held up his hands: "I am sending a letter to Mr. Fang Xiaohou on behalf of Su Zi, a native of Su Ju, and I would like to ask you two to go in and report it."
"Su Juren?" The name Su Ziji immediately made the two of them change their minds. The young Marquis had ordered that no one related to Su Ziji should be stopped.
"Sure! I'll go in and tell you. You wait here!" One person said immediately, while the other person stayed behind, chatting with the middle-aged man.
"It turns out, brother, your surname is Lu. By coincidence, my surname is also Lu, but I am the Lu beside the ear knife."
The wild Taoist smiled: "Don't they all say that the two surnames may have been the same family five hundred years ago? Whether it's true or not, I think you are very kind-hearted, brother."
Both parties were laughing and chatting, but after a while, as footsteps sounded, the servant surnamed Lu turned around and immediately showed surprise.
"I've met the young Marquis."
It was Fang Zhen who came out in person!
The wild Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, his suspicions becoming more and more confirmed, but the expression on his face was controlled very well, and he did not reveal what he was thinking.
Fang Zhen came out as soon as he got the news. What would he do if he didn't come out? Is it really possible for Da CiCi to sit inside and wait for Mr. Su's people to come see him?
Although this is the right thing to do, I really don’t have the courage!
"Are you here to deliver a message for Su Juren?" Fang Zhen asked the wild Taoist directly without looking at the saluting servant.
The wild Taoist took out the letter and handed it to Fang Zhen.
"This is a letter from my young master. If you accept it after reading it, I will go back right away so that I can report it to you."
Fang Zhen knew that the imperial envoy was leaving in the morning, so he did not let anyone in. Instead, he stood on the steps, opened the letter, and read it.
"It turns out it's because of this. It's easy to talk about it. Please go back and report it to your young master. Just say that this matter will be taken care of by me!" Fang Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.
If there were other commissions, he might not dare to accept them. God knows whether the emperor would be confused.
At the feet of the emperor, when the fight for the heir was fierce, and when the old emperor became increasingly suspicious and murderous, he would rather make others feel that he was cowardly and too cautious than let the emperor feel that he had ideas and thoughts.
Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, it is no joke.
As a minister, you can only think more and avoid lightning in advance.
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