(Today there are only two chapters.)

There is a side house in the Huaiyang Pass Protectorate. There is a rumor that there are sour scholars in the crowd, and it is hard to hear. They are all officials the size of sesame and mung beans. They are not as good as martial arts. However, the Protector often enters and leaves the side house. In addition, few people visit this side house.

Unlike what the outside world imagines, the house is not deserted and there are only some old scholars gathering to sigh. On the contrary, the place is very popular, and the appearance of many young faces makes the house look particularly energetic. There are situation charts hanging on the east and west walls in the house, including the border geography of the three states of Beiliang, as well as maps depicting the two states of Beimang Gu Sailongwa. The layout contents of the situation charts on the two walls are exactly the same, but they are old, with old hanging on the east wall and new hanging on the west wall.

Two people sat opposite each other in the house, and there was always a man standing by the table holding his pen and waiting, responsible for recording some words. The desks were filled with Beimang local chronicles and secret files, and many of them were probably not even the Ministry of War and Ministry of Revenue of the Southern Dynasties. The reason why the east and west walls were divided into old and old was the suggestion of a junior student in the house. Since the enemy commander Dong Zhuo has been holding his troops and did not show any signs of being a big mess, Beiliang might as well first explore the clues from the changes in the Beimang border army over the years, and draw the city and military towns that have increased their strength in recent years.

, as well as those new post roads that were opened up for a lot of money, and focusing on finding the martial arts venues on the Beimang border over the years. The young man who gave this advice was Yu. He heard that he had been a idle scholar from other places who went to Liang and had no way to find the government office with no money. He then entrusted his connections to the place where he worked. There were six or seven officials who worked in the house with the surname Yu. There were both local generals who were well-read military books in Beiliang and were also scholars who were almost the same as those of young people in Yu. They were all foreigners who were not allowed to pick up the rest of the country, with a higher heart than the sky and thinner life than paper.

Most of the older seniors in this room are frustrated people who have not made a fortune in the officialdom. They have one thing in common, that is, their necks are harder and their knees are harder, and they don’t know how to bow down. They like to drink to drown their sorrows when they drink high, and naturally they can’t control their mouths and talk and give advice. Then one day, they were taken to the border by the spy in the water room. They couldn’t even say hello to their family and disappeared out of thin air. At first, they were frightened, thinking that they were going to be chopped off their heads and played with the moody Devil Chu, but later they found out that they were helping with some analysis wars.

The matter gradually became relieved. However, although he became a guest of the Protectorate's Mansion and helped the Protectorate work, he had neither the official status nor the salary nor the salary. He was not very good at not being attached to the sky or the earth. Fortunately, they had long worn out their ambitions in the officialdom and could hold on to the boring business in the house. In addition, the reputation of Lord Chu Lushan was too terrifying, and everyone worked diligently, for fear that one day would make Chu Lushan feel that he was an official who was unwilling to work hard, and then his head was chopped off with a click.

Outsiders who often enter and exit the house are all guys who walk out of the Fushui Room, and they keep sending some strange things to the people in the house, including documents on the recent promotion of the Ministry of War of the Southern Dynasties, remarks on the degree of food and grass loss in various places, and even some papers of different textures, and written on which beacon tower or which post road was repaired. These Fushui Room spies came and went in a hurry, without saying a word when entering the house. They left the archives secrets and kept looking straight, and kept looking at them.

Lord Hong, who was in charge of the matter, said in private that they were all cruel people who killed people without blinking their eyes. Older people, like Lord Hong, believe in doing more and talking less, and at most occasionally sighed. But the young man named Yu Dezhi would be more born calf and dared to speak freely in the house. Li Yu, a young scholar who went to Liang, and his father, Zhao Ying, who was the magistrate of Lingzhou, had a big fight two days ago. Whether the Beimang army was mainly attacking Liuzhou or feint attacking Liuzhou was a big fuss, even Lord Chu was alarmed.

At dusk, even though Lord Hong, who was not good at looking at the window, began to light an oil lamp. When he twisted his neck, he heard a tiny footsteps he had used to. He turned his head and saw a spy with an extremely young and tender face. After entering the house, he handed over a piece of stuff in his arms to Lord Wang Guifang, who was responsible for receiving the items. Lord Hong was no longer so afraid of these people in the shadows that once made all the officials in Beiliang feel creepy. It was not that Lord Hong was so brave, but that he was doing something for Lord Hong, after all, was to put a golden life-saving talisman on his forehead. What should I be afraid of? However, it is absolutely impossible for Lord Hong to have a good impression of these people. Not only him, but most people in the house didn't want to have half a copper coin with the Lord Fushui Room.

Lord Hong accidentally discovered that his old friend Wang Guifang and the young spy walked out, showing a look of disgust and bad luck that he was careful to cover up. He pinched the belongings with his fingers and quickly placed them on the desk of the young man's Yu Dezhi.

Lord Hong stood up and pretended to look at the map on the wall. He passed by Yu Dezhi's table and saw that it was a page that should have been torn off by someone. Most of it was soaked in blood, but the blood was dry.

Lord Hong shook his head helplessly. These spies in the water were too careless. The things they sent were either wrinkled, like they had been taken out of the water, or they could shake out the gravel. This time this time it was even more exaggerated and stained with blood.

In the twilight outside the house, the young spy raised his arm, wiped his eyes hard, and then walked down the steps and walked away.

The spy saw a young man in casual clothes standing at the gate of the yard and looking at each other. The spy's eyes were filled with great caution. The intuition told the guy in front of him that if he was an enemy, he would probably have to die. The two passed by. Even if the young spy knew that this person could appear in the Protectorate Mansion that Lord Chu was staring at himself, he would definitely not be a spy from Beimang. But the young man still bent down slightly and with one hand curled in his sleeve. When the two men got apart, he felt relieved and found that his palm holding the dagger was covered with sweat. The young spy was a little curious. That guy was not old, so why could he subconsciously act like a big enemy?

When Xu Fengnian walked into the house quietly, Wang Guifang, who was close to the door of the book, raised her eyelids and thought it was another spy in the water room, stood up and stretched out her hand.

Xu Feng asked in a young voice: "Where is the thing I just sent?"

Yu Dezhi suddenly looked up and was about to speak when he saw the Beiliang King who was visiting privately on a private tour, shaking his head slightly. He knew that he just stood up and handed the paper to Xu Fengnian.

He was Yu Luandao, the eldest son of the Yu family, the eldest son of the Central Plains. He was named Yu Dezhi. He was playing miscellaneous in this house, and was unknown. He was picking and selecting all day long for those secret documents of local chronicles. In fact, as long as Yu Luandao wanted to get an official position, not to mention others, the governor of Liangzhou, Hu Kui, who was respected by Xu Fengnian, could give him a fourth-rank military general. The paper that Yu Luandao handed to Xu Fengnian was a page of the famous collection of prose "Little Window Leisure" by Liu Jingsheng, a literary master of the former Southern Tang Dynasty. It was widely circulated among the old old people in the Spring and Autumn Period. However, the rare pages of the Southern Tang version of the book are not very valuable, and the text content on the pages are also popular, but the line of hasty words added to the pages may not be a thousand gold medals, but it is definitely more expensive than the life of the person who wrote.

Before the war, the scouts died.

But many people don’t know one thing, spies will die even before. And they will die silently, and they cannot even be called tragic.

Yu Luandao wanted to explain those scattered and obscure words, and why should be explained in the unique secret files of Fushui Room. Outsiders did not know that there was an extremely hidden "Xiezi Book" in Fushui Room. Different deceased spies corresponded to their own words of "Xiezi Book", so even if a confidential spy was intercepted by Beimang, it was still meaningless. The spy who sent this page was the code name of Fushui Room 24, and Yu Luandao needed to read the 24th chapter of "Xiezi Book" on the desk to get the accurate content.

Xu Fengnian remained silent, held the page tightly, walked under the wall, and looked up at a map of the situation in Gusai Prefecture.

Lord Hong was confused, unlike those rigid spies who were speculating on whether this person would be a seed-seeded man from the Protectorate’s Mansion, or he would not have walked into the house. Depending on the situation, Yu Dezhi, who was privately said to be "depressed and unsuccessful, can only meet the situation" by Wang Guifang. Lord Hong pulled Yu Dezhi's sleeve and said softly: "Xiao Yu, is your friend? This is not in accordance with the rules. If the Protector knows, you and I will not be able to take care of you..."

Yu Luandao whispered: "It's okay."

Lord Hong, who was always easy to talk, couldn't help but be anxious. The rules set by Chu Dupu are even bigger than the sky on the border of Beiliang. You, a little scholar, said it's okay? At that time, everyone in the room will be miserable by Yu Dezhi, who broke the rules!

Lord Hong was about to remind the young man that it was time to leave the house, but suddenly he heard the man muttering, "The historians are unhappy, the country is unhappy, the country is not prosperous, the poets are prosperous..."

Lord Hong, who had been studying hard for many years, suddenly understood that this was not the passage written by Liu Jingsheng, a master of the old Southern Tang prose, in "Little Window Leisure".

Next, Lord Hong saw the young man gently smoothing out the wrinkled pages of the book and handed them back to Yu Dezhi.

After Yu Luandao took the page, he handed it to Lord Hong and said calmly: "Mr. Hong, this page can be archived. The words contained in the pages have been resolved by the subordinates. I will ask someone to send them to the study of Chu Duhu. "

Lord Hong took the pages and glanced at them with a glance. He was not impressed. He just felt that the outlines of the words were stiff and the turning point was stagnant.

It’s really unbearable for a woman to play with a knife and a man to embroider.

Lord Hong suddenly looked up for no reason and saw the young man looking at him expressionlessly, which made the Lord suddenly feel horrified.

But soon the young man smiled and said softly: "Do you think the words on the pages are a bit unattractive?"

Lord Hong, who was seen through his mind, smiled embarrassedly and was not easy to answer.

The man didn't care about anything, but just raised his voice slightly, "Thank you all the hard work in the house."

After saying this, Lord Hong didn't have time to complain about anything in his heart, he saw him walking straight towards the door of the house.

Lord Hong first saw Wang Guifang standing at the door as he was stunned, and then he saw outside the house where the Northern Liang governor Chu Lushan, the commander of the cavalry, Yuan Zuozong, and Yan Wenluan, the commander of the infantry. There were many people behind him, and Lord Hong no longer dared to watch anymore.

If this is not shocking, then the young man who made Lord Hong’s scalp even more numb was that he crossed the threshold and walked out.
Chapter completed!