The next day, Shi Zhang got up very early, walked around the yard on his horse shoes, drank a bowl of soup, and then went to say hello to Shi Tianze.
Shi Tianze, who had just wielded a machete, stood shirtless and spread his hands, letting the maid wipe the tendons all over his body.
"Go down." He took the wet cloth from the maid's hand, led his son through the corridor, and told him what happened last night.
Li Xia was the same age as Shi Zhang, but he was obviously more outstanding than Shi Zhang, so he became a whetstone for Shi Tianze to sharpen his son.
He thinks his son should have the same abilities as Li Xia.
"How do you see it?"
"The so-called consequences are nothing more than letting the Goukao Bureau attack the historian. As far as I know, Liu Taiping's nephew started a secret visit yesterday and interrogated several of my people... But my historian holds military power, so even if the Goukao Bureau is suspicious
, and didn’t dare to take action immediately. On the other hand, my father controlled Yang Guo’s family, but he could kill people at any time.”
At this point, Shi Zhang said sternly: "When facing someone who dares to threaten us, we can only be more ruthless than him. Otherwise, if we give in once, he will make more excessive demands the next time."
"anything else?"
"My father has been dealing with the Great Khan all his life. If there is any suspicion, it is better to break up with the Great Khan than to be forced by a little mouse."
Shi Tianze did not comment on Shi Zhang's analysis and simply said: "In troubled times, every choice should be made with caution."
"Yes, my child understands."
"What did you do today?"
Shi Zhang said: "Liu Zhong went straight to the invitation and asked me to meet him. I asked him to come to the Military Garden."
"Why?"
"Haier has compiled a play called 'Butterfly Village Zhou Meng', which was scheduled to be rehearsed today. If Kaifeng City is in chaos again, I will be my idle cloud and wild crane."
Shi Tianze glanced at Shi Zhang lightly, feeling that this was a bit childish.
Of course, his son is still young, so there is no need to be too harsh. He just said lightly: "There is chaos in the city, please bring more guards..."
~~
The Military Garden is a theater garden.
Nowadays, many shops in Kaifeng City have been ordered to "make up for their shortfalls", resulting in their closure. Only the Garden can survive because it is the property of historians.
The purpose of being a historian is not to make money. Erlang, a historian, has no intention of an official career. He likes to sing songs and dramas, to learn from Lao and Zhuang, and just builds a theater to play in.
Liu Zhong handed over the post directly and stepped into the garden. He saw that the layout was simple and simple, with no luxury. The actors, with long sleeves like flowing clouds, were rehearsing on the stage.
"It's better for me to cross the phoenix and ride on the Luan to go to Yujing, where the immortal family will live forever, and you can only wait for a thousand songs and wine. Seeing the swords and armies of the Seven Kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period now, it's better for me to take a pillow in the willow shade and dream of Nanke..."
Listening to the babbling lyrics, Liu Zhong turned around and walked up to the stand, found a seat and sat down, and a boy came up with a wine bottle.
He held the wine glass, looked at the elegant back of the boy, and watched the long sleeves fluttering on the stage. After a while, Shi Zhang came. Shi Shi Ranran stepped forward, and without calling Liu Zhong by his official name, he held his hands and said, "Brother Liu is here."
early."
Liu Zhong looked at Shi Zhang's linen clothes and said with a smile: "Shi Erlang put on a good show."
This was a pun, but Shi Zhang pretended not to understand and asked: "Brother Liu, what do you think of this little brother's lyrics?"
"Okay!" Liu Zhong said straightly, "I just heard this sentence and was deeply touched."
"Oh? Which sentence?"
Liu Zhong looked directly into Shi Zhang's eyes and said: "I wanted to say it was the West, but he came to talk about the East. I wonder who knows the immortal species, but I am laughing and talking without telling the truth."
"Ha." Shi Zhang laughed, waved his sleeves and sat down next to Liu Zhongzhi.
"Speaking of lyrics... I recently heard a song that touched me very much. I wonder if Shi Erlang has heard of it?"
"Brother Liu, please speak."
"The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like angry waves, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside. Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant."
Shi Zhang smiled and said, "Brother Liu, are you here for the incident last year?"
"That's right." Liu Zhong said straightly, "I heard about a person recently...Li Xia."
"Brother Liu went to ask Yao Sui and Wang Xun about this matter. What does it have to do with me?"
"Erlang doesn't like poetry?"
"I'm very elegant and don't like vulgarity." Shi Zhang smiled slightly and waved his sleeves again, "This lyricist is... vulgar."
Liu Zhong leaned forward and asked, "How do you say it?"
"I know a little bit about Li Xia." Shi Zhang said: "He likes to dress up and assume the identity of others. Last year, he deceived Yao Sui and Yan Fu like this, and finally caused Yan Fu's death... Brother Liu knows, Yan
Fu Yan Zijing is my best friend."
Liu Zhong squinted his eyes and saw the sadness in Shi Zhang's eyes.
For a moment, he doubted his own judgment.
After a moment of silence, Liu Zhongzhi asked: "Erlang, have you ever thought that Li Xia would come to Kaifeng again, pretending to be someone you like to make friends with, and contact you?"
Shi Zhang was surprised and asked: "Why are you here?"
"A murder occurred in the city yesterday. Someone killed two of my subordinates. This person was a Taoist priest. Have you never heard of Erlang?"
"Is this happening?"
Liu Zhongzhi laughed again and continued to test: "It's the Taoist priest Erlang met by the Longting Lake."
"Zhang Junbao?"
"Is it the first time Erlang met him?"
Shi Zhang was surprised and asked, "Brother Liu is saying... Li Xia will repeat his old tricks, and I will be the next Yao Sui?"
Liu Zhong did not answer, his eyes filled with contemplation.
Shi Zhang also fell silent and stared blankly at the stage.
At this time, a young student appeared on the stage, and a Xiaodan sang: "He has a good appearance. His eyebrows are like the autumn moon, and his eyes are like bright stars. He is truly a god..."
Shi Zhang showed a wry smile and sighed: "That Zhang Junbao is just like the immortal figure in this song. What a pity."
Liu Zhong looked sideways at Shi Zhang, unable to tell whether he was sincere or fake.
But in short, no evidence was obtained today.
"Thanks to Erlang, I saw a good show today, so I'm going to say goodbye. Goodbye."
"Brother Liu, don't you want to have lunch with us?"
"No need." Liu Zhong said straightly: "I think you and I will meet again soon..."
~~
Shi Zhang stood outside the gate of the military garden, watching Liu Zhongzhi's back, his face full of confusion.
Turning around again, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Ha, incompetent person."
The historians have a lot of troops at their disposal. This time in Kaifeng City, the historians are the only ones who are superior. Who is Liu Taiping? Even if he has suspicions, he only dares to send people to test in such a tactful way.
The next moment, someone outside suddenly shouted: "Where is Shi Zhang?!"
Shi Zhang frowned and turned his head, only to see a Mongolian general leading more than 20 people striding towards him.
"Where is Shi Zhang?!"
Shi Zhang stepped forward and said in Mongolian: "This general..."
"Are you Shi Zhang?" The Mongolian general looked up at Shi Zhang and asked in Mongolian.
"Exactly, I..."
"Take it!"
The surrounding historian guards were about to step forward when the Mongolian general picked up a token, waved it, and said loudly: "I am following the orders of the Prime Minister of the Province to test Shi Zhang. Who dares to stop me?! Are you going to rebel?!"
Shi Zhang was shocked.
The Prime Minister Zuo of the province was Alan Dal's official name, but...how could Alan Dal dare to touch the historians so unscrupulously?
Before Shi Zhang could react, the Han soldiers behind General Na Meng pounced on him like tigers and wolves, directly holding Shi Zhang down. No matter how many guards he had, no one dared to step forward to stop him.
"This general..."
"take away!"
Shi Zhang was horrified and had no idea what had happened.
His wrists hurt, and he was tied up and dragged through the long street.
When I looked up at the sky again, the sun was in the sky, it was noon...
~~
Li Xia squatted among a group of beggars, watching this scene without much expression on his face.
He picked up the broken bowl in his hand and threw it casually. The broken bowl drew an arc and landed at the gate of the garden. At the same time, people had already ducked into the alley.
"Who?!" a historian's guard shouted, and stepped forward to check the broken porcelain, only to see a note stuck on a piece of porcelain.
Soon, the note was in Shi Tianze's hand.
There are only four words on it.
"Tomorrow at noon."
When the four words came into his eyes, Shi Tianze's eyes were filled with shock.