Such things are never news. And the elders of an organization are actually lurking in the deep sea of ​​hostile organizations, which is not without them in the long river of history.

Some scholars now believe that in the late Middle Ages, a warlord dictator who was born into a gangster and killer in the Qing Gang was actually the most successful lurker in history with a multi-faceted spy status. Otherwise, people would not be able to explain what kind of motivation this dictator's stupid policy strategy and his actual actions in the enemy were caused by the motives that he was born to have an addiction to cheating his teammates and being a transportation captain, right?

If Wei Ye was listening to the wall outside the prison room of the Northern Wei Lieutenant of Luoyang, he would have understood how Kong Zhang would have been like an internal meeting of the Luoyang Branch of Taiping Road that he and Sima Ling secretly photographed. Speaking of which, Kong Zhang, who deliberately delayed the transmission of information, played a role as Yuan Chonghuan, who was wrongly killed Mao Wenlong and destroyed the Ming Dynasty's defense line against Jiannu Liaodong.

Kong Zhang, who was filled with a deep sea in the Luoyang branch of Taiping Road, held tea, thinking about the days when he formed a study group with his old friend, and finally showed a bitter smile. He thought that from tonight, he probably wouldn't have the chance to sit with that old friend at the bar counter of the small bars in the Gate of the Star Realm, which was so terrible that it was unbearable. He would ignite wine from all the upper and lower worlds like a gambler playing Russian roulette, and comment on those things that were spicy, sweet or simply not human drinks.

Kong Zhang had the time to slowly clarify the fragments of old memories at this moment, but Qin Feng could not. He listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, stood up impatiently, pushed open the door of the cell, and leaned out.

After leaning over, a clerk who sent documents was blocked outside the cell.

"Is there another document from the imperial prison sent? What did you say above?"

The tiny official lowered his head and even said in a low voice: "Qin Master... Ambassador Zhou is practicing classical language. Even if he is a traitor, he should still add axes and halberds even if he dies. We should send the head of the traitor to the imperial prison as soon as possible. After the investigation is correct, he will suspend the capital gate to intimidate the thieves."

Listening to the four words "Hanging the Capital Gate", Qin Feng had no extra expression. He just waved his hand and asked the clerk who was passing the message to retreat. He just ordered casually: "Please wait for the reply under the government hall. These days are special, and the curfew will continue. At that time, you will escort the envoy back to the imperial prison to report. On the way with the envoy, if you see someone who violates the ban at night."

Qin Feng calmly made a single-handed chop gesture: "Don't beat him to death with a five-color stick!"

This is not a place to investigate night-moving violations of curfew. It is simply to look after the so-called envoy of the imperial prison to prevent any news from coming out of him.

The official who was passing the message asked with a clear understanding look on his face. Qin Feng turned around and returned to the cell, closed the door, and sat down opposite Kong Zhang.

"These dead eunuchs can't wait," Qin Feng picked up the pottery cup and took a sip of boiling water that was no longer so hot, and let out a long sigh. "If we hadn't had too few people here, we would have washed the dead eunuchs together with the Lingtai Hall."

Listening to his colleague's complaints, Kong Zhang picked up the porcelain cup without grace and fell into his mouth. He frowned as if he was bitter and shook his head: "Old Qin, this time, you can't be impulsive. This entire Northern lieutenant cannot be impulsive. Someone can do such things as military counseling palaces, but we can't do it. Only the officials in the Northern lieutenant have arranged our own people, and the remaining yamen runners are recruited from the good families selected from the capital. Don't forget that we are a yamen, not a military camp, and we can't use the method of "building political commissar in the company."

"You don't need to remind me again, Lao Kong," Qin Feng pulled the collar, as if he felt the collar made him extremely uncomfortable, and sighed, "When Dou Wu raised an army to fight against the Ten Generals, I had just arrived here, and as a child of Shixun, I followed a group of eunuchs to the Fifth Battalion of the Northern Army to suppress the mutiny."

As if he remembered something uncomfortable, Qin Feng spat: "Ten thousand elite soldiers and generals met a thousand Yulin Army like embroidered flowers, and several old eunuchs who were leading the emperor's ceremonial guards. After hearing the opposite side, they read an edict, and the morale of the army was disintegrated in a blink of an eye and all surrendered!"

He glanced at the direction of the forbidden city and couldn't help but laugh at himself: "If we really take the initiative, don't say that these yamen runners still have a few people who are willing to follow us. Even our Luoyang Chief Meng Degong would rather die than have a fight with us."

"We can't do it, someone can do it," Kong Zhang slowly wiped the tea stains on the corner of his mouth and said seriously, "On the Taiping Road, Ma Yuanyi and the inner line in the palace he controlled cannot be broken, and this person cannot die. We cannot act rashly, but they can muddle the water. Apart from that, all actions are just one word!"

Speaking of this, Kong Zhang shook his head, barely resisting the dizziness and his increasingly blurred vision, and said hurriedly: "Now you have to do only one thing..."

He scratched his hand against the big artery on his neck: "Do it."

...

………

With a puff, blood spurted from the neck cavity, and a headless body fell to the table. There was no tea in the porcelain cup on the table, but the remaining warm and hot blood was seen. He grabbed the head that was only seven and a half pounds with one hand, and Qin Feng looked solemn: "Old Kong, don't worry, go back to the Gate of the Star Realm to wait. We will complete this plan for you to see."

With Qin Feng's firm guarantee, the headless corpse moved again, and his fingers dipped in blood and wrote a line of blood on the ground with difficulty:

"This is so bitter about Weishan Maojian who is mixed with anesthetic..."

...

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That night, several yamen responsible for solving the Taiping Road rebellion case remained sleepless all night, and the official documents and receipts were passed back and forth. As long as the people in the public who were eating the yamen were honest, they would support their bones like nails. That is, Wei Ye, who was used to sitting on the bench and administrative ownership was purely like a bad debt, so he had a good mood and plenty of leisure, and took his own oil bottle out for a walk early in the morning.

Those who are truly interested in the civil service establishment and the slim future of officials to be transferred to miscellaneous officials should take advantage of the opportunity of the prison in charge of the prison to investigate this rebellion case and perform well. Just for their future, not to mention accumulating merits, at least they should be familiar with Shangguan. That is, Wei Ye, a person with a unique embrace, has such a good opportunity to develop.

When I went out on the street today, Wei Ye's dress was still the same as the silk ribbons tied with cuffs and the shoulders were covered with peaches, and the style of a student-turned-a-ranger.

Sima Ling followed him, holding a charcoal pen in one hand and a wooden board in the other.

To others, the wooden board with vertical and horizontal lines looks like a simple Go board, but each frame of the board has a very familiar place name written on it.

Zhaozhu, Shizhong Temple, Northern Weiya Office, Jinshi, Mashi, Buguangli, Shangshangli, Yong'anli, Tongheli...

Just look at Wei Ye stopping in front, and at the intersection of the two streets, he used his shoe tip to circle on the ground: "The area here is good, the traffic volume is high during the day. He can gather a large number of onlookers who don't know the truth at the first time, and then create another traffic jam bell to record the place!"

"Uncle, you have already pulled me away for half of Luoyang City, and you have not let go of a single one from the alley to the street. What are you going to do?"

In response to his niece's question, Wei Ye shrugged, looked at the patrol officers arranged by the Northern Captain on the street, and asked an irrelevant question: "What do you think of the atmosphere in Luoyang City today?"

"It's so quiet," Sima Ling shook her head and looked at the direction of the two palaces in the middle and south of the ban. "In theory, such a big thing happened. With the general mental inertia of ancient dynasties, it should have begun to build a prison now, right?"

"Of course the prison must be prosperous," Wei Ye snorted coldly, with a sarcastic tone in his tone, "The reason why it has not begun is that the struggle between the Ten Generals and the eunuchs and the party members has not yet ended."

No matter when political liquidation is carried out in the heart of a regime, it is the ideal state to suppress it and calm. At this time, the big guys pay attention to the tranquility, the wind and clouds are quiet, and the movement is lightning-like. Before the waves are about to be born, everything will be eliminated in the bud.

Because the capital of the capital is too sensitive and as a central government, once ********** lost control, it would bring about a shocking change! When the ten regular attendants surrounded Dou Wu's mansion overnight, they were planning to do so. When Cao Jie, who was in charge, Wang Fu killed the eunuch and learned that Dou Wu walked into the fifth battalion of the Northern Army overnight, he personally led a large army to kill Luoyang and intended to kill the eunuch party, and cleared the emperor's side in one fell swoop, he would definitely have the desire to die.

If it weren't for the time when the Huns General Zhang Huan returned to the court to report his duties and was ordered to lead troops, Cao Jie and Wang Fu were in charge of the emperor's ceremonies and successfully dismantled the morale of Dou Wu's troops in front of the army, the political territory of the Han Dynasty for more than ten years would have changed a different way.

Even if he didn't personally stay sideways in the dirty and exchange of interests in the palace forbidden, Wei Ye could still see the anxiety and anger of the real bigwigs of this empire with his fragmented clues. Although he had already known the methods of the Ten Eternal Assistants' final use, Wei Ye still knew that he had no power or power, and he had no deep magic power. If he wanted to change the script to a direction that was beneficial to him, he could not do it with his own strength.

"Since what they fear most now is that before the matter is completed, Luoyang City will be in chaos first." Wei Ye looked around the streets that were gradually becoming popular under the sun, and whispered, "Then let's sing the opposite tune for them, help them, and make Luoyang City really real and turbulent."

Listening to Wei Ye's bold words, Sima Ling, who has always claimed to be a good man, also came up with a bright look: "Uncle, then what should we do?"

"That's it," Wei Ye shrugged, humming a folk tune that has been sung all over the country a thousand years later, and waved his hand indifferently, "That's it, what a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower, jasmine flower, jasmine flower..."
Chapter completed!