The boats on both sides met and the two fishermen looking at each other looked at each other.
One of them asked: "Why does Yue Xingxi come out to fish?"
Another person replied: "The fish are disturbing during the day, but the night is peaceful~!"
The two stopped talking and each knocked twice on the awning of their own boat.
The corresponding two sides of the awning were pulled apart, revealing the heads of two people. Both sides were covered with veils and their faces could not be seen clearly.
One of them asked: "Mandrill, I warned you not to be greedy about Jingzhou, but now you are in this situation, disrupting my lord's plan."
Mandrill replied: "Master Qinglong, we thought that when Li Mingda led his troops to the north, the world would be in chaos, but we didn't expect that Li Shimin's son was such a loser and so unworthy. Besides, he took everything and brought down so many people. We didn't expect that Li Shimin's son was such a loser. Li Mingda was so decisive that he eliminated eight layers of aristocratic families in Jingzhou, and the officials also arrested most of them.
snort
Qinglong: "You bunch of trash, I once reminded you not to cause trouble. You must hear it yourself. How many men do you still have in Jingzhou now?"
The mandrill replied in a low voice: "There is not much left, nothing can be done anymore." He cursed in his heart: If you hadn't been pressing for money, would we have targeted Li Mingda's money?
As if aware of Mandrill's inner thoughts, Qinglong glared at Mandrill and cursed: "If the Jiangnan family follows you like this, there will be no value in using it. You can recruit some more people. Lie down first and use your skills later." I will contact you when the time comes.”
Mandrill nodded: "Yes, Master Qinglong"
Qinglong whispered to his boatman: "Let's go"
The two boats staggered away and the water became calm again. The mandrill and the boatman came to the shore. After the boat docked, the two hurriedly left under the cover of darkness.
After the two left, three people wearing night clothes and hats came out of the grass on the side.
"Sir, the other party has gone far."
"Let's follow. You summon Master Qingfeng immediately. The person behind the scenes has already appeared."
"promise"
The three of them separated, and one of them led his subordinates to follow the two Mandrills from a distance. They watched the two carefully avoid the soldiers patrolling the city in Yangzhou City and entered the courtyard of a young lady.
"What should I do, Lord Hanguang?"
"Entering rashly in the middle of the night will arouse suspicion, leave a code message and we will evacuate first."
"promise"
After Mandrill entered the little sister's courtyard, he took off his pocket and revealed his true face. He was a scholar about 30 years old, with a common face. The only difference was that there was a look like a ferocious beast in his small eyes.
With Xiaosi's response, Mandrill entered an empty room, and a plump young lady dressed coolly came out.
The young lady came to Mandrill's side and asked with a smile: "Sir, can you receive the instructions from above?"
The mandrill looked unhappy: "Humph, he scolded us and said we are useless, and then asked us to recruit people again and continue to lurk, waiting for the call."
Young lady: "Mr. Mandrill, all the aristocratic families that supported us have been wiped out. Where can we get money to recruit people? Besides, in recent years, the government's policies are getting better and better, and there are not many desperadoes left."
Mandrill nodded and agreed with the young lady's point of view: "Xiao Lian, you are right. It is really difficult to recruit people in this situation. Just take it one step at a time."
Picking up the teapot on the table, Mandrill poured himself a glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, and continued to ask Xiaolian, who was wearing cool clothes: "Have you heard any news in the past few days?"
Xiaolian picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water for Mandrill. After watching Mandrill drink it, she said: "There is a lot of news, but not much usefulness. The fate of the Jingzhou family this time scared these people from Yangzhou. They are discussing How can I please the new emperor?" There was a hint of contempt in his words and eyebrows.
Mandrill asked Xiaolian: "How did they discuss it?"
Xiaolian replied: "What else can I do? Is to donate money and find a few good writers to write some articles praising virtues? What other good ideas can they come up with? A bunch of guys who just know how to eat, drink and have fun without being enlightened. How can you Expect nothing good from them"
Mandrill recently let out a hint of a smile and said sarcastically: "Do these cartilaginous worms think that by paying a little money and finding a few poor people who only know how to read to write some articles, they can please the new emperor? They are dreaming~!"
Xiaolian smiled and walked up to Mandrill's back and groped down Mandrill's shoulders with her hands: "Mr. Mandrill must have something good to pay attention to?"
Mandrill pulled Xiaolian's restless hands away: "How difficult can this kind of thing be? Find someone with enough status to talk to you."
Although her hand was pulled away, Xiaolian seemed to be used to it. She returned her hands to Mandrill's shoulders and began to knead her colleague and continued to ask: "Master Mandrill, is it so simple? It's impossible~!"
The mandrill squinted his eyes and enjoyed the kneading of Xiaolian's hands. He freed his hand to pour himself a glass of water. He held the water glass in one hand and replied: "Of course not!" After saying that, he poured the water into his water glass again. Drink the water in one gulp.
Xiaolian: "Then, sir, what else should we do?"
Mandrill thought for a while: "After you find someone to ask for help, then you will donate a lot of money, and then find someone to write an article."
"Ah, isn't this what those people said?" Xiaolian looked so surprised that she could even put a carrot in her mouth.
Mandrill explained to her: "Of course it's different. Find someone to ask. If the new emperor doesn't have any objections, donating money and singing praises is called each getting what he needs. It can be said to be a deal. If they don't find someone to clear things up for them, , rashly donating money to praise virtue is simply telling the new emperor that they have a guilty conscience."
Guilty?
Xiaolian: "Could it make the new emperor suspect that they, like those in Jingzhou, are also colluding with each other?"
Mandrill nodded: "Yes, it is indeed the case. If they do this, the new emperor will not only not relax on them, but will send heavy troops to come. If they are not careful, they will also clean up."
Xiaolian shook her head to express that she didn't understand: "Xiaolian can't figure out why they sent troops after seeing them admit defeat. Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case."
Mandrill sighed: "This is the reason why we lost this time. What I have only figured out now is that the new emperor has different ideas from ordinary emperors. The officials of this family must be cleaned up."
"Isn't it said that if the water is clear, there will be no fish? Why does it have to be cleaned up?"
Xiaolian's question again made Mandrill seem very embarrassed, and he reluctantly answered her: "This is the difference between the new emperor. The reincarnation of gods is different from the thoughts of mortals. She does not allow these people to exist. In her eyes, these people They are just the dirt maggots of the Tang Dynasty, they shouldn’t exist in the world, right?”
oh
Xiaolian felt that she understood, even though she kneaded Mandrill for a while, her face turned red, and she whispered in Mandrill's ear: "It's late at night, let Xiaolian serve you to bed."
Mandrill's face was a little rosy and he nodded.
The candle goes out
Early the next morning
Hanguang and the two men, who had rested all night at the Jinyiwei guardhouse in Yangzhou City, looked at the government officials who came to report the news with unbelievable expressions on their faces.
People are dead~!
To be continued
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