More than five hundred miles north of Jian'an City, the Southern Zhou Dynasty Chengbei Camp.

The Prime Minister and Minister of Military Affairs and the Duke of Zhenguo, Fang Xie Xiao, were having dinner, and his eldest son Fang Yuntian and second son Fang Yunsong were waiting nearby.

Fang Yuntian is now the commander of the trapped camp, commanding five thousand Euphorbia soldiers, and is recognized by both the government and the public as the best among the younger generation of generals. Fang Yunsong is slightly inferior, and is the commander of the Ranger Dingshan Camp under the Chengbei Camp. The two of them each

They have their own strengths. Fang Yuntian is talented at leading troops in battles, while Fang Yunsong is proficient in martial arts, especially his archery skills. He can easily kill a person within a hundred steps with the palm of his hand.

Fang Xiexiao's life is very simple. His lunch is only two bowls of rice, a plate of meat and a plate of vegetables.

This kind of food is very rich for the common people, but after all, he is the respected prince of the country, and he can be called frugal even in the military.

After finishing the rice in the bowl, he picked up the handkerchief handed by Fang Yuntian and wiped his mouth, then took the tea cup held by Fang Yunsong and rinsed his mouth, and asked calmly: "The fourth child is still in the capital?"

Fang Yuntian replied: "Yes, father."

Fang Yunsong frowned slightly and said: "Father, your Majesty's attitude is very clear. He will exchange the marriage for a few years of stability on the border, and then take advantage of the situation to adjust the layout of the army and be fully prepared to defeat Liang Jun's southward march. My son believes that we cannot let it go at this time.

The fourth brother is fooling around. If Pei Yue is really killed, how can the Northern Liang Emperor just let it go? No matter which angle we analyze this matter, we should not take the initiative to follow the truth, let alone give Northern Liang an excuse to start a war."

Fang Xiexiao did not comment, turned to look at his eldest son and said, "Tell me what you think."

Fang Yuntian was calm and said: "My second brother's idea makes sense. It's not that Pei Yue cannot be killed, but the time is not right now. But I have been thinking about a question these days. Who wants Pei Yue to die?"

, or in other words, what is the true attitude of all parties?"

Fang Xie Xiao nodded and said: "Continue."

Fang Yuntian said calmly: "When the Beiliang delegation entered, Xu Shilang and I were in charge of the outpost to greet them. At that time, Pei Yue gave me a very clear attitude. He would not deliberately restrain his temper here, but he also did not think about ruining the marriage.

.My father said before that there are many problems within Beiliang, so getting married is also a good delaying measure for them."

Fang Yunsong nodded frequently. He had always admired his brother very much and would never question his opinions.

Fang Yuntian continued: "But is this really the case? Why did the Emperor of Beiliang send Pei Yuan down? Doesn't he know that this person has countless enemies, and that if he is not careful, things will become very troublesome?"

As soon as he said this, even Fang Xiexiao couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

Fang Yuntian said calmly: "The marriage is very simple. It's just that both parties get what they need, and both hope to maintain a superficially peaceful relationship for the time being. But the moment Pei Yue agreed to go south, he stepped into an extremely dangerous world.

situation."

Fang Yunsong finally understood and said slowly: "The people in the north hope that he will die in our country. Some of them have personal vendettas against him, and some just want to start a war to gain military glory. There are also people in our country who do not want to see the marriage succeed. In the end,

The effective way is of course to kill this envoy and completely cut off some people’s thoughts.”…

The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became, and he said in a deep voice: "Unless he stays in the Sifang Pavilion obediently and is always protected by a large number of elite soldiers."

Fang Yuntian sighed: "I finally understand why he insisted on taking that thousand-man cavalry south."

He looked at his father and asked in confusion: "Father, why do you want your fourth brother to get involved in killing Pei?"

Fang Xiexiao stood up and walked back, looking at the giant map hanging on the wall, and said happily: "Although you haven't seen the whole situation of this game, the fact that you can think of so many things is beyond my father's expectation."

.As Yuntian said, when Pei Yue set out to go south, he was already caught in a big net."

He looked at the three cities marked with red symbols on the south bank of the Tiancang River on the map, and said leisurely: "This is not a game set by one person, but a game in which all the forces of the two countries are involved. Everyone has their own plans, including

Your Majesty and my father, Pei Yue's life and death is just a signal."

"Signal?" Fang Yuntian repeated thoughtfully.

Fang Xiexiao nodded slightly and said calmly: "Yunsong, take Dingshan Camp here immediately and wait for your father's general order."

Fang Yunsong looked at the position pointed by his father with a look of shock in his eyes. He straightened his body and said, "Follow the order!"

…

Jian'an City, Sifang Pavilion.

The night breeze is blowing, and the moon and stars are few and far between.

After Pei Yue sent away Sheng Duanming, who had worriedly persuaded him not to attend the Donglin Cultural Society, he returned to the study and sat at the table to write and draw. Although Taohua was cute and naive, she was actually very sensible and considerate and would never do anything for Pei Yue.

I couldn't get enough of it, so I was embroidering in my room.

The paper on the table is a little messy. Pei Yue's writing habits are different from others. In addition, he uses a lot of abbreviations that only he can understand. I'm afraid Ye Qi doesn't understand what he is writing here.

About half an hour later, a cautious voice sounded outside the window: "Master Hou."

Pei Yue put down his brush, raised his head and said, "Come in."

The person who came here had an ordinary appearance and an ordinary temperament. He was the type that no one would care about if left on the street. Moreover, his expression would always make people feel dull. Pei Yue looked at this ordinary face and said with a smile: "I have

Sometimes I can't help but wonder, people like you must have killed countless people, how on earth can you hide your aura so cleanly?"

This man is in his thirties, his name here in the Southern Zhou Dynasty is Qian Bing, and his true identity is the head of the Dui Department of Taishitai Pavilion.

Among the nine departments of Taige, the Dui Department has always been the most mysterious. Even many Wu Xun did not know the structure and functions of this yamen.

Qian Bing said respectfully: "Master Hou, killing someone is actually the same as killing a chicken. As long as you get used to it, you won't have random thoughts and your heart will be calm and you can handle it calmly."

This statement left Pei Yue speechless. He could only change the topic and said: "Is everything ready?"

Qian Bing nodded and said: "Following the order of the Marquis, all Taige's subordinates in Jian'an City have already performed their duties and are only waiting for the order from the Marquis."

Pei Yue was silent. Some of his ideas began to brew after he left Beijing. Gu Fan's previous suggestion to collect some interest first to solve Fang Yunhu's disaster was not a whim. In fact, before leaving Beijing, Silent Cloud had already moved Taiwan.

The power of the Pavilion in the south was given to him just because of Emperor Kaiping's instructions, hoping that he could successfully resolve the danger when he encountered it.

Without Taige's cooperation, he would be a blind man here and would not be able to extend his tentacles smoothly.

After a while, he said softly: "Just proceed as planned. We don't want to take the initiative and wait until those people jump out."

Qian Bing cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Lord Marquis."

Pei Yue looked out the window at the deep night and said slowly: "Go down."

Qian Bing stepped back and disappeared into the night without anyone noticing.

After more than half an hour, Pei Yue threw all the manuscripts on the table into the hand stove and watched them burn to ashes before standing up and leaving.

He slept soundly that night.

However, for many people in Jian'an City, this night seemed extremely long.

When the first ray of light arrived, the Donglin Cultural Conference finally kicked off.


Chapter completed!