Wei Fufeng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to consider another piece of information. He specifically asked his subordinates to inquire about Yang Sima.

According to the promise, Yang Sima was given the position of governor of Luzhou or military judge, but Yang Sima never arrived in Luzhou.

According to the information gathered by his subordinates, Yang Sima served as the governor of Xingyuan. The governor is equivalent to the governor. In terms of official position, he is considered important. In terms of power, he is similar to the governor of Lu.

Yang Sima's appointment as the Yin of Xingyuan Prefecture made Wei Fufeng sensitive and worried. At first, he had no one available in Xingyuan Prefecture, so he approached Yang Sima and his entourage from Suizhou and paid a promise in exchange for Yang Sima's five subordinates.

Nowadays, five of Yang Sima's subordinates have been highly employed in Luzhou. Li Chenggang is the commander of the Jingnan Military Mansion, and Wang Dahu is the commander of the Baotao Camp of the Dudu Mansion.

Yang Wencheng, Dong He and Liu Yi were originally soldiers and horse envoys, but their military achievements were not good enough. Wei Fufeng took care of them and transferred them to the military field envoys, giving hereditary rewards to the commanders.

It is said that good birds choose trees to roost in. Compared with the Jiedushi of southern Sichuan and the Jiedushi of west Shannan, they are obviously at a disadvantage.

If Lord Yin Yang of Xingyuan Prefecture helps Yang Shouliang to rebel against the five old subordinates, it will cause huge internal troubles in southern Sichuan.

"Should we change the commanders of Baotao Camp and Jingnan Military Mansion?" Wei Fufeng was very confused and couldn't make a decision.

Wang Dahu and Li Chenggang had great military power. One was in charge of the army in the Dudu Mansion, and the other was in charge of dispatching troops and generals in the Jingnan Military Mansion. They were both able to help the enemy overthrow the rule of southern Sichuan.

After struggling for a long time, Wei Fufeng smiled bitterly and shook his head. He couldn't change it. As the saying goes, don't trust people when you employ them, and don't use people when you don't trust them. Since it has been reused, it should not be replaced.

One of the main reasons was that Wei Fufeng had no credible person to replace him, and he even had to reuse the Dongchuan Army to surrender generals to create a containment.

Deciding not to change, Wei Fufeng sent two letters back to Luzhou.

A letter was given to Lao Feng, asking Lao Feng to inform five of Yang Sima's old relatives that since Yang Sima was willing to serve as the Yin of Xingyuan Prefecture, the official position of Lu Governor Shi could not be vacant, and his promise to Yang Sima was completed.

Wei Fufeng clearly told his five subordinates that he knew that Yang Sima was serving as the Yin of Xingyuan Prefecture.

Another letter was delivered to the Governor's Office, appointing Li Jie, the official in charge of Lifu, to be promoted to governor of Lu, and Wang Qi, the supervisor, was transferred to the official in charge of Lifu.

After the subordinate who delivered the letter left, Wei Fufeng felt a little depressed. He became increasingly less confident in the preservation of the Sichuan South Foundation and fell into worrying about gains and losses.

"It's useless to worry. The governor of southern Sichuan was obtained through deception. Except for Lao Feng, everyone else inside was made up of strangers. One of the reasons why I left southern Sichuan was that I was like a pack of wolves.

In the vassal town in troubled times, there are many evil things about killing the master and seizing the throne. Not to mention that there are foreign enemies in southern Sichuan. I hope Lao Feng can escape safely in the crisis."

Wei Fufeng secretly relieved himself, cheered up and set off on his way. From the moment he landed in Shunzheng County, he has been walking and eating with his subordinates through thick and thin, and has never sat in a small snowmobile.

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Chang'an City, with a circumference of more than 70 miles and a majestic and vast city, was the ruling center of the Tang Empire. At its peak, it had a population of over one million and was regarded as the capital of heaven by foreign countries.

Wei Fufeng led his troops to escort the grain truck and had a difficult journey through Ziwu Road.

After passing the Ziwu Pass, they divided up 400 troops and stayed in Ziwu Town with most of the remaining grain. Six hundred soldiers escorted 2,000 shi of grain and arrived at Chang'an City in a dusty journey.

The Shence Army guarding Mingde Gate saw that the food supplied by Jiedu Envoy was entering the city, so they did not stop them.

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Have someone lead the grain truck to the household department and report to the top.

Although Wei Fufeng has not lived in Chang'an City for a long time, he is somewhat familiar with Chang'an City. Mainly because he rarely comes here, and he has deliberately learned about it and traveled around in a small area.

Escorting the grain truck and walking on Zhuque Street, Wei Fufeng deliberately observed the trends in the city.

I found that the popularity of the city was much less than what I saw when I came to Chang'an two years ago. There were very few people entering and exiting the shops. The scene was obviously depressed, and many people had heavy faces, making the city filled with a depressive atmosphere.

Originally he was following the defenders to the Ministry of Household Affairs Office, but Wei Fufeng suddenly changed his mind on the way and ordered the grain truck to be transferred to Chang'an East City, where he rented a warehouse and settled down.

After arranging their stay, Wei Fufeng ordered the soldiers to take turns to relax, leaving only 200 soldiers to guard the grain carts, but he was strictly ordered not to mention Wei's name.

Wei Fufeng took ten soldiers to the imperial city to find a letter from the Ministry of Rites.

There are three palace complexes in Chang'an City, namely Taiji Palace, Xingqing Palace and Daming Palace. Wei Fufeng knew that Emperor Zhaozong was in Daming Palace, and Daming Palace was located in Longshouyuan in the north of the city.

Near dusk, when they arrived outside the Daming Palace, Wei Fufeng submitted the official document of his visit outside the Danfeng Gate.

The official document explains that on behalf of his uncle Wei Zheng, who met with His Majesty the Emperor, an official sent the official document to the Ministry of Rites of the Shangshu Province.

I sent the official interview documents and also left my contact address, which is the warehouse in Dongshi, Chang'an.

Wei Fufeng breathed a sigh of relief and was finally able to rest. He landed in Shunzheng County and arrived in Chang'an, where he traveled for a month.

Back in Dongshi, Wei Fufeng ate and bathed, then fell asleep. He was too tired.

Walking along a section of Ziwu Road, although it has been repaired, some parts of the plank road are narrow, or the mountains are high and the valleys are low and difficult to walk, so it is difficult to walk through it by carrying on one's back.

Ziwu Road is an important trade route that crosses the Qinling Mountains and connects Chang'an and Hanzhong. It is also a military artery that can endanger Chang'an.

It is said that during the Three Kingdoms period, Shu general Wei Yan suggested that Zhuge Liang take the Ziwu Road and send surprise troops to attack the hinterland of Wei, but Zhuge Liang was cautious in using his troops and did not adopt it.

Due to war and exploitation, the merchants on Ziwu Road fell into depression. Originally, department stores in the pass could be transported to the south of the Qinling Mountains, but silk, medicinal materials, tung oil and other local products from the south of the Qinling Mountains were shipped back to the pass.

Wei Fufeng slept until dawn. When he got up and walked out of the HOS house, he saw Xiaoxue washing his clothes and armor, which made him feel warm in his heart.

Although it snowed all the way by car, it was actually very difficult, at least not being able to take a shower.

Wei Fufeng walked over happily and said with a smile: "Xiaoxue, this armor is not needed urgently. You should have a good rest."

Xiaoxue turned her head and whispered: "Your Excellency is meeting His Majesty the Emperor. I think it is best to wear clothes and armor."

Wei Fufeng was slightly startled, then nodded after thinking about it. Xiaoxue was right. He was wearing a purple official uniform or an ordinary robe, which was not as suitable as wearing a suit of armor. In terms of positioning, he regarded himself as a military commander.

"It will take a few days to meet the emperor. There is no rush." ​​Wei Fufeng said with a smile.

"Nothing happens, I'd better prepare it for the adults as soon as possible." Xiaoxue whispered.

Wei Fufeng smiled and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten, I'll go get the food for you." Xiaoxue replied softly, got up, wiped her hands on her skirt, turned around and walked away slowly.

Wei Fufeng looked at Xiaoxue's pretty back, and warm feelings welled up in his heart.

Until he lost sight, Wei Fufeng turned to look at the sky in the distance and said happily to himself: "At least, I can have a wealthy home without worrying about food and clothing.

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After dinner, Wei Fufeng hid in the house and practiced martial arts. He held a dagger in his right hand and flexibly stabbed, scratched, picked, and occasionally held it upside down.

The feet also toss and move in unison, the stings are like poisonous snakes spitting messages, the strokes are like cunning foxes swooping down, and the movements are as fast as the dance of a startled dragon.

Xiaoxue stood at the door of the house, silently watching Wei Fufeng practice martial arts. She was already familiar with Wei Fufeng's habits and knew that this young man was actually very powerful and not just a simple scholar.

However, this lord doesn't like others to know that he is good at martial arts. He is obviously good at wielding a big gun, but he likes to practice daggers the most.

Practicing the dagger should be an assassin's martial art. As a military governor, how can you do assassination?

Of course, Wei Fufeng would not tell Xiaoxue that he was afraid of charging into battle and resisted becoming a military hero that attracted much attention.

A well-known brave general will fall into a ridiculous situation if he is afraid of fighting even once.

The battlefield was dangerous, and Wei Fufeng did not want to face death, let alone become a cripple like Lao Feng. He did not want others to know that he was good at martial arts in southern Sichuan, so out of self-protection, he showed his weakness to the enemy and turned against him.

After practicing martial arts, Wei Fufeng rested for half a time and went to inspect the food supplies to understand the needs of the soldiers.

Wei Fufeng asked the soldiers what they saw and heard in Chang'an, looking for useful information to deepen the soldiers' closeness to him.

After noon, Wei Fufeng took some time to read in the courtyard, enjoying a relaxing life. He slept soundly and peacefully last night, feeling carefree and extremely comfortable.

"I would like to report to you, sir, that there is a doctor from the Ministry of Rites who has given a verbal message to His Majesty the Emperor, asking you to come and have an audience with me." A guard hurried in and reported eagerly.

Wei Fufeng was shocked, so fast? He was slightly startled, then stood up and calmly ordered: "Xiaoxue, change clothes."

Xiaoxue hurriedly fetched the armor clothes to dry and helped Wei Fufeng put them on.

After dressing up, Wei Fufeng went out to see the official.

As expected, there was an official wearing a light crimson official robe outside the hospital. They saluted each other to be polite. Wei Fufeng led ten soldiers and followed the official to leave Dongshi in their own cars.

The motorcade arrived near Daming Palace, got off the bus and walked to Danfeng Gate.

The official remained silent all the way, making it impossible for Wei Fufeng to ask questions. He also understood that the official did not want to talk to him, so he obviously avoided him with respect.

The Daming Palace is vast, and Wei Fufeng saw the towering Hanyuan Hall along the way, as well as many side halls and corridors with cornices and red columns.

He and his subordinates silently appreciated the majesty of the palace, subconsciously admiring it.

After passing through the side gate, the Hanyuan Hall, a symbol of the former dynasty, and entering the Xuanzheng Hall area, a symbol of China and North Korea, Wei Fufeng and his party arrived outside a palace under the leadership of officials.

"Master Wei, please wait a moment while I come in to report to Your Majesty." The official said politely.

"Oh, this is it?" Wei Fufeng responded.

"This is Yanying Hall, where His Majesty the Emperor often summons important ministers to speak." The official replied, and when Wei Fufeng nodded, he turned around and walked away.

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The officials walked into the palace gate guarded by soldiers and entered the palace, which was laid out like a main hall.

There were four eunuchs and four maids in the palace. A young man wearing bright yellow brocade clothes was sitting alone on a large chair with carved dragons to the north, reading a book.

"Your Majesty, I have been ordered to summon the envoy from the Southern Sichuan Festival. I am already waiting outside the palace for the announcement." The official walked into the palace and bowed respectfully to report.

"Yan Qing has worked hard." The young man in brocade put down his book and looked at the official's gentle response.

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