Qibei County·Premier Mansion

Zhongqin Bo originally planned to sleep soundly, but he was not at ease, but he was not at ease. There was a big rock in his heart and he couldn't breathe.

"Boom" suddenly burst into thunder and roaring in the sky. The crackling rain hit, and even more upset, he stood up, strode on his shoes and walked for two steps, and couldn't help but think: "At this time in the city of Zhou, the prince and Pei Ziyun have already entered the city, right?"

"Wow" a lightning flashed past, illuminating the room white. Zhongqin Bo's heart tightened and murmured: "Yingzhou is pacified. I don't know how the court will deal with it and promote it?"

After thinking for a long time, the more irritated he became, he thought about the prisoner-of-war camp and the wounded camp. He immediately stepped out of the room and called on his personal soldiers to patrol.

It was raining heavily, and Zhong Qinbo was wearing a straw raincoat, his personal soldiers held an umbrella, and the mud and water on the ground were flowing, making it difficult to leave.

"Who?" The guards outside the prison camp heard the sound and shouted with a spear, with a vigilant look on their faces.

"It's me." Bo Zhongqin appeared in front. When the soldiers looked carefully, they found that Bo Zhongqin was the one who knelt down and shouted: "See Bo."

Just a moment after Zhongqinbo arrived at the prisoner camp, the captive camp leader rushed up.

"Follow me to see." Bo Zhongqin said, the head official's clothes were a little scattered, and it seemed that they were in a hurry, responding: "Yes, Master."

Along the way, the prisoner camp was guarded strictly and was not at all confused. Bo Zhongqin looked at the camp and couldn't help but nodded: "You are doing a good job!"

"Mr. Xie praised." The chief officer couldn't help but show joy when he heard the praise from Zhongqin Bo. Zhongqin Bo stopped talking and got up and left. Several personal soldiers pulled over the horses and followed Zhongqin Bo to ride on his horse, running through the streets to the north of the city, and arrived at the wounded barracks.

But seeing the wounded soldiers flashing lanterns, seeing that the chief officer was not present, only one deputy brought his men here, Zhong Qinbo did not speak at first, and raised the lamp to check it out carefully, and saw the wounded soldiers washing and bandaging them with salt water (this was thanks to the invention of the Taoist). If the wound was not serious, they changed the medicine every few days until the wound healed.

Uncle Zhongqin looked at the mild injury camp, and there was a simple small bed, which was quite clean. After reaching the slandered area, the situation worsened a lot.

When I arrived at the seriously injured area, a bloody smell and a wailing sound came. I could still see the doctor busy. Bo Zhongqin asked: "How is the injury?"

The doctor shook his head and sighed: "The area of ​​serious injury is almost impossible to save, and the students are powerless unless there is a Taoist participating in the treatment, but the Taoist..."

The voice was filled with fatigue, and Zhongqin Bo was speechless. Taoist treatment was actually effective, but the method was not added to noble people, so was the treatment.

As for ordinary soldiers, the Taoist's magic power is transformed by their own lives. How can they force the Taoist to die?

There have been such a thing in history, but this result is that the impulsive Taoist rebels.

After a while of silence, seeing that the chief officer had not come yet, Uncle Zhongqin stared at his deputy and asked coldly, with anger: "Where has your chief officer been?"

Seeing that Uncle Zhongqin was angry, the deputy knelt down and reported: "Brother, Shangguan Linye has gone out and said that the camp smells bloody and he has gone back to his house to rest."

Zhongqinbo was furious, with no expression on his face, and he said in a word: "Tell him not to use it anymore, you will be the chief officer for the time being."

Everyone around was so scared that he didn't dare to say more. Uncle Zhongqin felt very angry, so he suppressed himself, got up and went home, and when he entered the door, he saw someone coming forward to report: "Brother, the prince sent someone to send me a memorial."

"Bring it!" said Zhong Qinwang, his anger still not subsided, but at this time the night was deep, the wind was blowing, and heavy rain fell, hitting the eaves.

"Go to the study." Zhong Qinbo said that he had just patrolled, and his boots were covered with mud and his body was wet. Even if he was wearing a straw raincoat and an oil umbrella, he was still soaked.

"Brother, you have to change your clothes."

"Go to the study!" Uncle Zhongqin continued, seeing this, no one dared to say much. When he arrived at the study, he hung his clothes on one side, and asked, "Where is the letter? Take it for me!"

"Brother, this is a memorial." As he spoke, someone came over, wearing silk clothes, clinging his eyebrows and eyes, and was very elegant, with a bookish look on his face. He followed Li Jing, a counselor who had been with more than ten years, and said with a smile: "Why is Bother so popular?"

Li Jing handed over the bamboo tube. It was raining heavily recently. The fold was placed in the bamboo tube to prevent water. Zhong Qinbo took the bamboo tube and took it out and saw that it was Pei Ziyun's fold.

"What's the point of handing me this memorial?" Zhongqin frowned slightly, and Li Jing looked at it and said, "Master, maybe the memorial has written important things?"

"Well, I'll know at a glance." Uncle Zhongqin laughed, opened the fold in front of him and looked at it.

Li Jing stood on the side, the oil lamp in the study was bright, mugwort was lit in the corner of the wall, the smoke burned with the red light, it was raining outside, and the window was not closed, and when the wind blew, some rain splashed in.

Li Jing stepped forward and was about to close the window, but he could not help but be shocked when he heard the voice of Zhong Qinbo.

"Bang!" Bo Zhongqin slapped the table hard and stood up. His face was cold and even more blue. He walked a few steps and had a hint of hideousness on his face.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Li Jing said, reaching out to wipe the cold sweat, but Bo Zhongqin didn't say anything. He held the fold in his hand, his fingers turned blue, his face turned pale, and he sat in the seat without saying a word. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"Dongdong" There was a knock on the door outside the door. Zhongqin Bo's face turned cold and a familiar voice came. It was Zhongqin Bo's old housekeeper.

"Brother, you patrol the camp on the rainy night, afraid of catching a cold, I asked someone to boil some oil tea, you can use it!" Cang's voice said, with concern. After listening to this voice, Uncle Zhongqin's face slowed down. The old housekeeper had been with Uncle Master for more than 20 years.

"Come in." said the old butler, just as he pushed the door open and entered, carrying a jar in his hand, steaming hot and smelling.

"Master, it's cold, you have to take care of yourself. Madam and young master are waiting for you to go back in the capital." The old butler said as he poured tea.

Listening to this, Zhong Qinbo's cold eyes gradually faded away, and he closed his eyes slightly and did not speak.

"Uncle Fu, I haven't eaten oil tea for a long time, but it's so hard to bring oil tea from home." Uncle Zhongqin asked while taking it.

"Yes, Mr. Bo, the oil tea is made by his wife before leaving. He said, Mr. Bo, you always don't pay attention to the wind and rain. Let the young man be ready at any time and wait for you."

Listening to the old housekeeper's words, Uncle Zhongqin took a sip, put the bowl back, and said, "Uncle Fu, you go down first."

"Yes!" The old housekeeper turned around and left. Seeing that the person was far away, Uncle Zhongqin didn't say anything, but handed the note to Li Jing.

Li Jing carefully looked at the note and looked all the way. He thought there was something unfavorable to the Marquis, but he didn't see it at all. He told Master Bo's achievements truthfully, but why did Master Bo's face look like this?

He asked carefully for a moment: "Brother, I'm very fair in my heart. My master's achievements are in place, but what's wrong?"

Li Jing's face was hesitant and confused.

Looking at Li Jing's careful appearance, Zhong Qinbo sighed long: "Do you think I'm jealous of Pei Ziyun?"

Uncle Zhongqin took another sip of oil tea, but it was still a little hot. He put it down and said, "I'm afraid."

"Master, I don't understand. What is fear?" Li Jing asked, his eyes even more confused.

Seeing that Li Jing was puzzled, Zhongqin Bo stood up and walked, saying, "The Marquis of Jibei is dead. The Yingzhou Rebellion is over. You can also make a decision. Look, since Pei Ziyun was ordered to set up a net when he was in the capital, forming an iron curtain. This is still what this person said, and it is very appropriate."

Bo Zhongqin continued to walk a few steps, looking out the window, in the heavy rain, I saw trees, flowers and plants trembling from afar. Only the sound of gongs patrolling the mansion was slowly ringing. He sighed: "This person is talented. The strategy of destroying Japanese destruction proposed by the Governor of Yingzhou is said to be the work of this person, and now it seems extraordinary."

"When we arrived in Yingzhou, we ordered all merchant ships that arrived in Yingzhou to sink, and the Yingzhou navy was restrained. When we arrived in Qibei, we ordered us to defend the city and restrain the main force of Jibei Hou, so that Jibei Hou would no longer have the power to respond."

"So I calmly cleaned up, and even the avalanche of Yuan'an County and Pinghu County was formed. Although I used a strange plan to deal with Jibei Hou, there was no such strange plan, and the overall situation was actually decided."

"I followed the emperor to fight south and north, and saw that there were many people. I saw that this man was perfect in dealing with the thief and Ji, so that the last general would change his position. Can he be so perfect?"

Li Jing heard the words of Zhongqin Bo in front of him, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously, not knowing how to respond. Zhongqin Bo said again: "In the battle to defeat the main force of Jizhe, this person has a grudge against me. But you look at the memorials and be modest and not mention a word. Not only did he express his merits to the generals, but he didn't even lose a single point. He was open and upright. I looked carefully and couldn't find any problem."

"Boom" There was another thunder and lightning outside the window, with sounds, and the wind and rain blew the trees, but it was even bigger.

Li Jing asked in a low voice: "Mr. Marquis, what do you mean is that Pei Ziyun is too flawless, so Marquis is worried about the court and suspects that if Master Pei has malice, would he hurt the court's aura?"

"Oh" Zhong Qin Bo, listening to Li Jing's words, nodded and walked a few more steps: "If such a talented person is naturally beneficial to the country and the people, but if he deviates from the court, it is a big problem. Even in a peaceful and prosperous era, he may still cause waves out of thin air."

"The world has settled, but this person is here. Is it a disaster or a blessing?"

Li Jing realized that Bo Zhongqin valued Pei Ziyun too much and believed that he was threatening the power of the imperial power. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Hearing Bo Zhongqin said again, "It would be fine if Pei Ziyun was an ordinary person, but this man was a Taoist, with a unique skill, not afraid of fire and water, and was difficult to hurt by swords and axes, and was even closer to the prince. Besides, with such literary and military strategies, it is really unpredictable. I am not for selfishness, but for the sake of national plans, and I should not be afraid of others' words and write to the emperor in detail."

As he said that, Bo Zhongqin was writing a note at night. Li Jing wanted to speak, but swallowed his saliva and did not dare to persuade him again. Bo Ye had the intention of murderous in his heart, so he could not persuade him.

Bo Zhongqin didn't speak, and wrote quickly, stopping his pen from time to time to meditate. The rain outside was still falling, and it seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.
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