"It's like a hunter who spends all day trampling through thatch, hunting for rabbits and then catching them without waiting for them to fall into the snare." [Cepart 17: Get rid of traitors]
Northeast of Chang'an City, Xuanpingli.
In front of the door of a small mansion, Yin Zhong walked out of the carriage with a hurried look. After carefully observing the situation around him, he went up and knocked on the door himself.
The door was opened quickly, and when he saw the person coming, the person who opened the door was shocked: "Didn't I tell you to come less often?"
"The matter is really urgent, otherwise I wouldn't bother sir."
The man couldn't keep Yin Zhong out and let him in.
This mansion is not big. The main house is directly opposite the door. The back of the house is connected to the left and right verandahs. On one side is the toilet and on the other side is the livestock shed. Yin Zhong was walking on the verandah and heard several long lows.
, it seems that there is a cow penned in the shed.
There seemed to be more strangers here than the last time he came here. Yin Zhong carefully looked at the capable people wandering around. Although he knew that these were his own people, he still felt a little scared.
Yin Zhong has always been opposed to getting involved with the Yellow Turban Thief, which is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, but that person insists on doing so, and Yin Zhong can't say anything.
There were two people sitting in the room. A scribe was kneeling on the couch calmly, holding a book in his hand. In front of him, an old Taoist was kneeling.
The old Taoist was holding a round copper pot with his bare hands. This copper pot is called a bell, which is also the so-called bell. The old Taoist poured the rice wine contained in the bell on the table.
There was a rhinoceros in the bottle, and the wine was still steaming, as if it had just been heated.
The scribe was secretly surprised at the side. He didn't expect that this veteran, who looked old and thin, could pick up a hot clock with his bare hands without changing his expression. He praised: "There are strange people in the world, all with their own skills, like you with bare hands."
He can still handle hot utensils with ease, no matter how many times he sees it, it’s still amazing.”
"This is just a little trick, it's not moral at all." The old Taoist took a spoonful of wine from the rhinoceros statue, poured it into the lacquer bowl in front of him, and started to sip.
"Mr. Qing Niu is a direct disciple of the great virtuous master. He is not a person who only knows a few tricks." The scribe said slowly.
Since the failed assassination attempt in Luli, Qingniujiao had been hiding everywhere with his men. Later, under the pressure of the government, he had to abandon his original stronghold and hide all in the scribe's residence in front of him.
Hearing the thorn in the other party's words, Qing Niujiao felt displeased. He thought that he had been the direct descendant of a great virtuous master, and had been a guest of Dong Zhuo's confidants. How could he be ridiculed by a villain who betrayed his master and killed his master?
He immediately said: "Both of us are just like tired dogs."
"Huh." The scribe said with consternation, "What do you mean? If I hadn't provided you with a shelter, you would have suffered a lot in Tingwei Prison."
"Staying here all day, with no entry or exit, is any different from a prison?" Qing Niujiao said: "You swore that Hu Zhen would lead an army to Chang'an, and when the time came, he would rob the emperor and control the court. We will not be able to lose our official titles and honors.
But what about now? Ever since they won the battle in Xinfeng, they have no intention of making progress. They patrolled Ba Ling without daring to enter. I think they are still afraid of this small court and still have a sense of luck."
In fact, these words had been lingering in the mind of the scribe for several days. If he had the chance to beg for mercy, he should immediately submit a surrender letter to the court after winning a battle, but the rebels made no move.
If we insist on capturing Chang'an, our daily march will be slower than a tortoise. Although scribes pride themselves on being wise, they are still confused when faced with this situation and don't know why.
Qing Niujiao continued: "You said that as long as you follow Hu Zhen's arrangements and disrupt the court situation, when the army comes, everyone will be rewarded. Just because I believed your nonsense, I didn't know how much I was damaged that day in Beihuanli.
My subordinates, that's fine, I just lay dormant and waited for the army to attack the city. Who knows, you couldn't help but secretly stir up trouble while Wang Yun was dismissed, resulting in the current situation that I can't get out of. You said, I should
Do I hate you, or should I be grateful for your shelter?"
The scribe was choked up on the spot and could not answer.
Fortunately, someone came to the rescue for the scribe at this embarrassing moment. When the scribe saw Yin Zhong appearing at the door, he immediately stopped entangled with Qing Niujiao on this topic. He put down the slip in his hand, calmed down, and deliberately kept a straight face.
With a light and gentle attitude, he said softly: "Although I have already told you, now that you are here, come in and have a drink."
Yin Zhong was granted amnesty, and after pleading guilty, he walked to the scribe and sat down. He saw two lacquerware wine bowls and a plate of meat placed on the table. It was obvious that the owner was entertaining guests. But it was obvious that Yin Zhong was not the owner.
The guest you want to invite.
Thinking of his purpose of coming, Yin Zhong couldn't think about drinking. He fell to the ground with a bow, made a big salute, and begged: "Sir, please forgive me for coming here. I just heard below that Zhi Jinwu and Guang Luxun are making inquiries."
I am afraid that this matter will not be hidden for a long time as there is a list of people on duty in front of the palace that day. I know that Sir has many opinions, so please remember the friendship in the past and save me."
This incident immediately exceeded the scribe's expectations. He and Qing Niujiao looked at each other, frowned, and said, "You said Guang Luxun, Yang Biao and others have already started to investigate you?"
"That's it. Please save me, sir!" Yin Zhong said prostratingly.
Before the scribe could answer, Qingniujiao opposite had put down his wine bowl and stood up: "You are a court official, and they are here to look for you. They will not do anything to you without evidence. You should be sitting at home, pretending to be a good person."
It would be nice to act like you don't know anything. But you just came here, aren't you trying to kill me?"
Yin Zhong was immediately at a loss and said: "What, what do you mean?"
The green horn didn't talk nonsense to him, walked out of the door, called Wang Dang and the remaining strong yellow turban thieves, and prepared to leave without saying goodbye.
"Zhengfang." The scribe couldn't sit still at this time and stepped forward to persuade: "What's wrong with you? Why do you want to leave when you are so good?"
"Why are you leaving?" Seeing that the scribe was still at a loss as he was about to die, Qing Niujiao stamped his feet angrily and said, "If I don't leave, I won't be able to leave for a while!"
The scribe's heart was already in chaos, but he still had to put on a calm face in front of Qingniujiao. He said with a forced smile: "This is a bit serious. The court may not be able to find out..."
Before he finished speaking, his face turned pale.
"Surround this place, no one can escape!"
Suddenly, there was the sound of soldiers armor scraping together and the sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground. It seemed that an elite army was surrounding the mansion.
"How is it possible! How is it possible!" The scribe could no longer maintain his calm scholarly demeanor and shouted in a panic. He suddenly grabbed Yin Zhong, who was also confused and confused: "You caused it, didn't you? You are in trouble.
Kill me!"
When Qing Niujiao saw the two people paralyzed on the ground, he felt no pity in his heart. He looked at the two people with malicious eyes. The yellow scarf thieves who were protecting him immediately understood and rushed forward to carry Yin Zhong and others like sacks.
It seems to be carried on the shoulders.
Several people surrounded Yin Zhong and others as if to protect them. They jumped over the low wall in a few steps. Even though some people were carrying Yin Zhong on their shoulders, their movements were not hindered.
Soon, there were shouts from the east end of the wall: "They are here! Don't let the thieves escape!"
Ignoring the sound of swordsmen fighting outside the wall, Qing Niujiao walked to the back door, held his breath and listened for a while, then smiled contemptuously: "It is indeed so."
Then Qing Niujiao walked to the shed and led a strong green bull to the back door, facing the door. This was his mount when traveling in Hebei and Guanzhong. Now he had to abandon it.
The green bull's horns touched the cow's ears with pity, and then put his hand under the cow's nose. The cow sucked something in his hand, and the originally docile green cow suddenly became angry. The green cow arched its back,
He lowered his head and rushed towards the back door, knocking it open and pushing back and forth in the crowd.
Several Tiqi who were ambushing outside the door were caught off guard and were immediately knocked away by the mad cow. Blood and internal organs flew into the air and fell back to the ground.
The green ox horn attracted most of the enemy's energy on the east wall, and caused chaos at the back door, and then leisurely climbed out of the west wall. The alley opposite the west wall was quiet, and the green ox horn waved its sleeves, soaring and comfortable.
He walked as gracefully as a reborn immortal, and soon disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.
"It's okay for you to come, but who comes to kill me?"