"The owl is so angry that it flies alone against the current; when an object touches it, its anger rises everywhere."
On the next day, Yan Qian and a group of guests bid farewell to Fan Xian at the door. After seeing Fan Xian's team go away, Yan Qian looked at Li Yi, who was standing quietly beside him, and began to prepare to separate.
Yan Qian carefully avoided everyone and walked to a secluded place alone. When others saw him, they greeted him either friendly or respectfully. Everyone in Wubao knew that Yan Qian had just been rewarded with a beautiful maidservant.
, is the new celebrity around Fan Xian. When others saw Yan Qian walking into the garden behind, they all thought that Yan Qian was going to have a tryst with Guo Yu, so they exchanged glances with each other tacitly and understood.
avoided.
Occasionally, a few brave people would walk over to strike up a conversation and ask Yan Qian what he was going to do. At this time, Yan Qian would raise his eyebrows and smile like a man: "What do you think?"
In this way, no one will care about Yan Qian's whereabouts.
The study room Guo Yu mentioned was in the northwest corner of the manor. When Yan Qian walked over, there were seven or eight people patrolling and guarding the corridor outside the house. Although they were all in casual clothes, the swords they wore on their waists were
Their identities were easily exposed. They were all elite members of Fan Xian's men and would investigate any suspicious person who tried to approach the study. They walked back and forth majestically, and even the slaves would rather take the long way around than go there.
Walk around here.
There was a sudden noise outside, and then a very fast figure passed by everyone's eyes.
"Who!" the leader of the tribe shouted.
They didn't realize that this was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and chased the figure one after another.
Not long after, the figure came back alone again. The brisk Yan Gan somehow managed to escape the pursuer. He walked leisurely to the door of the study, reached out and pushed, and opened the door with a creak.
The room was silent.
The shadows cast by several large mulberry trees completely covered the courtyard floor. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blew, and summer cicadas hid in the trees and screamed noisily.
Wang Yi, the prefect of Hedong, was holding a bowl of tea in his hand. He had always been a gentle and good man to Wei Gu and other powerful men, but now the look on his face was very confusing, as if he had suddenly changed.
It seemed as if the disguise had been torn off, making the county chief guard sitting underneath tremble with fear.
Wei Gu raised his eyes and looked at his friend Du Ji who was sitting opposite him, hoping to see something from his face. However, Du Ji always kept his eyebrows lowered and ignored Wei Gu at all.
Nervous and inquiring eyes.
"Fan Xian hasn't arrived yet?"
"Captain Diannong lives in his family's farm outside the city. He travels several miles back and forth. I'm afraid he encountered something on the way and was delayed." Wei Gu answered subconsciously.
"Oh." Wang Yi responded softly, looked at Wei Gu, Zhang Shi, then Du Ji, Yang Pei, Liu Wan and others, and immediately put the tea bowl on the table: "Then let's talk.
Wait, let’s talk about Wei Jun first.”
Wei Gu's face darkened, and he said calmly: "My business?"
"Shilang Wei has confessed everything he knows to the country, but some details are still unknown, so I have to trouble you, Mr. Wei."
The room was suddenly quiet except for the sound of the heartbeat, and the cicadas in the yard suddenly screamed louder.
On the flat and wide road, a group of carriages and horses were moving forward slowly. Fan Xian and Zhu Ao were sitting in the carriage. Zhu Ao raised his voice and said: "At this speed, I'm afraid we will be late."
"It's too late, do you really think of him as the lord of Wang Yi? If it weren't for this county court, I really wouldn't give him face." Fan Xian tugged on his collar, and sitting in the car, he just felt
My chest felt tight, and I felt a little irritable for no reason: "Why is it so hot today!"
The Han Dynasty was not far away from the Pre-Qin Dynasty. Although the system has changed, many political rules still have their strong inertia and have been passed down to this day. For example, as the chief of a county, the prefect can not only recruit his own staff and achieve the "righteousness of monarch and minister" with his staff, but also
Summoning subordinate officials, holding court meetings, and announcing political affairs on specific days is similar to that of a feudal king. Although emperors of all dynasties have made moves to reduce and weaken these political traditions, most of them have not been able to form a complete system and strong policies, so the emperor
I have always been worried about this matter, and I plan to deal with it after it is settled in Hedong.
Fan Xian was going to attend the county court meeting this time, but he deliberately showed an arrogant attitude that he did not take Wang Yi seriously and his unique status, and intended to make people walk slower. But there was no way to go along the way.
It wasn't too hot, but Fan Xian always felt empty and inexplicably irritable, like a fox stepping into a trap step by step.
‘Click’
Hearing a sudden loud noise from underneath him, Fan Xian fell uncontrollably towards the car wall before he could react. Zhu Ao seemed to be unable to control himself and threw himself at him. The whole car was shaken by a sudden explosion.
One of the wheels got stuck in the ditch and overturned to the ground. Fan Xian was thrown to pieces in the carriage. He pushed Zhu Ao to the side with all his strength and got out of the door in embarrassment.
"Fan Jun!"
"Lord!"
A group of domestic slaves and guests gathered around Fan Xian to check the situation. Fan Xian was ashamed and angry. After asking about the situation, he immediately said angrily: "I'll beat that coachman to death!"
At this time, Zhu Ao climbed up behind him and asked dazedly: "Fan Jun, what should we do now?"
"What should we do?" Fan Xian turned around and glared at Zhu Ao, who had almost overwhelmed him just now. As he spoke, he took the reins handed over by his subordinates, quickly turned on his horse, and said angrily: "Of course
You have gone back! Do you still want to go to see Wang Yi like this?"
The team on the road quickly became orderly again from the panic at the beginning. They slowly turned around and headed back in the direction they came from. The only difference was that they deliberately maintained a slow and leisurely demeanor when they came.
But when they went back, they all rode their horses and whipped their whips, as if Fan Xian didn't want to stay in that shameful place for a while longer.
Yan Qian secretly glanced at the leaning tree shadow on the floor. He estimated the time and knew that when the tree shadow moved to the edge of the desk, the guards outside the door would switch defenses with another group of guards. This was
It was the best time for him to slip away. Time was very important and there couldn't be any mistakes. He had to finish everything beforehand and copy the letters between Fan Xian, Yuan Shao and the wealthy families on the silk.
The pen in his hand moved quickly on the silk. Only at this time did Yan Qian realize how important cursive and running script are for a person who wants to write quickly. Unfortunately, he has never been interested in this kind of calligraphy.
Interested, now I finally have the opportunity to realize my progress in calligraphy.
Yan Qian carefully flipped through the pages, trying not to make the slightest sound. Fortunately, he had the sound of cicadas as the best cover. Whether it was the sound of turning the bamboo slips or the rustling of his pen, they were all covered up by the high-pitched chirping of the cicadas.
The guards outside the house stood firm at the door and did not notice any movement in the house, as if they were keeping a lookout for Yan Qian.
It's almost time, this is all that's missing.
Yan Qian quickly browsed and took shorthand. It seemed that the beginning of this letter was just a very ordinary letter to say hello and reminisce. Yan Qian had read a lot of this kind of letters. Some of the opening contents could be written down silently. Often he only needed to read it.
Just who is the author... His eyes glanced over it.
I didn't think anything of it at first, so I subconsciously prepared to start writing, but suddenly, as if I had been stung, I hurriedly turned back and read the name of the writer again with a look of disbelief on my face:
"Xiaolian, under the command of the first captain of Fan School in Changdun, Taiyuan".
Yan Qian couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Before he could finish reading the letter, he heard a series of kowtows coming from outside:
"My lord is back, why don't you come down to greet me!"