Jian'an City is so prosperous that even the city defense camp often doesn't know how many people with strange identities are hidden in this majestic and majestic city.

They have not relaxed their pursuit of the crows in Taishitai Pavilion in Beiliang. Most of these people are divided into two identities. One is the spies on the surface, such as merchants. The Qibao Pavilion had not yet collapsed. The other was shouldering similar responsibilities.

One type is a spy whose identity is completely forged. He has a complete identity certificate and is extremely difficult to distinguish.

Not to mention that in this era, even in Pei Yue's previous life, it was still an impossible task to completely eradicate spies.

There is a civilian area in the east of the city. It has always been a mixed bag, and countless criminals are hiding in it. Even the government servants who grew up in the local area have to be careful when they come here, lest they have their heads cut off unknowingly. Of course, the spies who choose to hide here are

It's hard to reach far because they lack a convincing identity.

But for those spies with temporary missions, this place is obviously an excellent hiding place.

In a small, cramped and poor courtyard, three men moved in one after another. This was an extremely common phenomenon here, and no one paid special attention to it.

One of the men looked like an old farmer who had been working in the fields all year round. If he hadn't been holding the long sword even when sleeping, his companions would have thought he was a poor man who got lost here.

Lunch was a bit simple, so after the three of them finished eating, they chose to meditate in the house.

It was very noisy outside the hospital, with constant quarrels between middle-aged men and women, the cry of children, and the explicit chatter and laughter of some green-skinned scoundrels passing by. The three of them had been living here for a few days, and they were not prepared for this kind of fireworks in the world.

Qi has long been used to it and is completely unaffected.

Half an hour later, the man in his thirties on the wooden bed to the east let out a breath, stood up and moved his limbs, looked at the old farmer holding the sword in his arms and looked outside the door and said: "Old Jiang, why do I think you have something on your mind?"

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Lao Jiang didn't look at him and said calmly: "Can you still read minds?"

The man yawned, pulled a stool and sat down and said: "I know what you are thinking. In fact, I also think that Mr. Hou is a good person, but don't forget our identities. Since we chose this path to save those people,

If you sacrifice your life, your hands have already been stained with blood that cannot be washed away, so why should you have any burden?"

The other person in the room was a man in his fifties with a face full of wrinkles. He nodded and said, "Yes, although we have made a name for ourselves in the world before, we were actually just controlling the power in the wilderness for others. Big

Whether it's a knight or a demon, to put it bluntly, we are just knives in the hands of those people."

Lao Jiang looked around and said expressionlessly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

The young man sighed: "Lao Jiang, when the superiors ordered us to join the escort team of the Xiangyun in the name of Guiyun, you should have known that such a day would come."

The old man over there also advised: "The three of us have always advanced and retreated together. No matter what you think in your heart, at least it can be regarded as a life-long friendship. This time I was ordered to assassinate the Marquis. I know you are unwilling to do so, but you think about it carefully.

, if something goes wrong here and the entire family dies, have you considered the consequences?"

Lao Jiang remained silent, still holding the long sword tightly.

The young man hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Lao Jiang, I know you are worried about the women and children over there in Shouyang Mountain, but don't forget that our true roots are in the hands of those people."

After a while, Lao Jiang asked calmly: "Xiaodian, let me ask you, who was the man who came to you that day?"

The young man looked hesitant, but under Lao Jiang's cold gaze, he could only say softly: "I only know his surname is Lan."

Lao Jiang nodded slightly and asked after a moment: "When will we do it?"

The young man looked happy and replied quickly: "In three days, Donglin Cultural Conference."

Lao Jiang did not show any intention to object, but a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

People in Qinzhou, Zhangde Prefecture, and Haiyang County were filled with joy after buying food.

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword in his arms.

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Pei Yue had heard about the prosperity of Jian'an City for a long time. When he stepped on the ceremonial road in the imperial city, he couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart.

The Daliang Palace was renovated and expanded on the basis of the palace city of the former Wei Dynasty. The three main halls of the former dynasty plus the harem palace complex were already majestic in scale, but the splendor of the Southern Zhou Imperial City still surprised him.

Emperor Qingyuan chose to receive the Northern Liang envoy in the side hall of Daqing Palace. The only Southern Zhou official present was the chief assistant Xu Huiyan.

Pei Yue walked calmly to the front of the emperor, bowed and saluted: "Foreign Minister Pei Yue, I am here to see His Majesty the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty."

Emperor Qingyuan said calmly: "Envoy Pei Zheng is exempt from courtesy."

The light in the hall was bright enough for him to see the young man's face clearly. It was slightly different from what he had imagined. Pei Yue looked more like an extraordinary young talent than a general galloping on the battlefield, especially since he was injured.

His face turned pale afterwards, giving him a more restrained and handsome temperament.

Emperor Qingyuan said gently: "Pei Zhengshi traveled a long distance and encountered a villain's plot after arriving in Jian'an. Therefore, I did not summon you immediately to avoid aggravating your injury. Now it seems that the injury is still not healed. Do you want to let me

Will the imperial doctor help you with your diagnosis and treatment again?"

Pei Yue lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. The foreign minister is no longer seriously ill. He will recover in a few days of rest."

Although his expression was very respectful when he spoke, the monarchs and ministers of Southern Zhou could hear the alienation in his words.

Emperor Qingyuan nodded slightly and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will definitely punish the murderer severely and give you justice."

Pei Yue looked grateful on his face, but naturally he didn't take these words seriously.

Xu Huiyan asked: "Pei Zhengshi, I heard that you are planning to attend the Donglin Cultural Conference in three days?"

Pei Yue turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Master Chief Assistant, I thought you should know this matter better than me."

Xu Huiyan's face did not change and he said calmly: "The little girl's moodiness has made Pei Zheng laugh. If you don't want to, I will make arrangements for you."

Pei Yue said calmly: "Thank you for your concern, sir, but even if you don't mention it, I plan to participate shamelessly. Your country is at its peak of culture, and the Donglin Literary Fair is a grand event in the literary world. Although I am a rough man, I don't want to miss it.

Such a grand event.”

Emperor Qingyuan and Xu Huiyan's eyes met, and then the conversation changed and they continued to care about Pei Yue's injury.

After chatting for about one stick of incense, the summons ended without any ups and downs.

Xu Huiyan personally sent Pei Yue outside the imperial city with a very easy-going attitude.

Pei Yue was smiling, but after boarding the carriage, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

"You specially summoned me, is it just to confirm in person whether I will go to Donglin Cultural Club?"

Pei Yue sat alone in the carriage, frowning tightly.

He vaguely felt that the Southern Zhou Emperor seemed to be reminding him that after all, apart from Wenhui, the other party was always concerned about his injuries. After several years of training under Emperor Kaiping, he had already had a very clear judgment on the emperor.

I know that every word and action of the king must have its own profound meaning.

But it was this profound meaning that he couldn't understand.

Pei Yue was not sure whether Xu Churong's invitation was malicious, but he knew that after he agreed, there would be many unknown risks at the cultural conference.

What exactly do these monarchs and ministers want to do?

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