The seventy-six-year-old Qiu Qi, an old staff member in Li Chu's house, explained what happened to Li Xin'an.
"Your Highness wants Han Shanzhen and Ye Shanzhao to retrieve the secret letter they copied about the collusion between Yang Guozhong and Li Linfu?"
"Not bad." Qiu Qi stroked his gray beard and nodded.
"Commander Li, Yang Guozhong overturned the Xizhou Army's case before us. He has the advantage. We are busy and we cannot just fetch water from a bamboo basket and end up in vain."
"Your Highness is in a hurry to enter the palace, can't he compete with Yang Guozhong for errands?" Li Xin'an asked with a frown.
"Don't mention it." Qiu sighed and said slowly:
"Yang Guozhong entered the palace last night. When the news came out, His Highness discussed it with us old men for a long time. They all felt that since the matter had been preempted, if we tried to rob it again, we would only provoke the saint's disgust and compete for power and gain.
The impression is very inappropriate."
"So, we started from another direction and set our sights on the Western Region Protectorate."
"So that's it." Li Xin'an suddenly realized, "Mr. Qiu and His Highness want to investigate in reverse and trace back to the fact that Li Linfu and Yang Guozhong colluded with each other from the Western Region Protectorate."
"Yes, if you want to accomplish this, you still need the secret letter copied by those two people."
Qiu Qi said: "We only need to direct the results to Mi Xin, and the rest is naturally not important. The saint only cares about the results, never the process."
"Has Your Highness found something to do with the Protectorate of the Western Regions?"
"It's not the Western Region Protectorate's fault, it's Gao Xianzhi's fault."
Qiu Qi took a deep look at Li Xin'an, then turned his head and said:
"When Gao Xianzhi was still in the Protectorate of the Western Regions, he had a lot of secret dealings with your father. Tiance Mansion also tracked down the matter, but His Highness secretly solved it. Therefore, the handle on Gao Xianzhi is only in our hands.
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"Why did His Highness prevent Tiance Mansion from investigating Gao Xianzhi?" Li Xin'an asked doubtfully. He couldn't understand this matter.
"Haha, at that time, our enemy was still Li Linfu. If Tiance Mansion intervened and stabbed the saint, he would only be fooled by Li Linfu with a few words. Gao Xianzhi's handle was a knife, and he handed it to Tiance Mansion.
, don’t worry. As for the knife, you still have to hold it in your own hand."
"Xin'an has learned a lesson." Li Xin'an nodded slightly, but he still had doubts.
"If Gao Xianzhi is used as an entry point, how can we get involved with Yang Guozhong?"
"I just said that saints only care about the results and not about the process." Qiu Qi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if there is no evidence, we can make it up. As long as the secret letter is true, then everything is true, and it is also true if it is not."
"Commander Li, the whole relationship between this matter lies in those few secret letters. You have to handle it well and there must be no mistakes!"
"Sir, don't worry, you will have peace of mind!"
Li Xin'an's eyes were determined, "I wonder when the secret letter will be used? We should be prepared."
"The sooner the better. I imagine that Yang Guozhong was very proud of himself because he had the upper hand. He never thought that anyone would go to his house to get the fatal evidence."
"That's it, Xin'an, let's go get ready and say goodbye."
He sighed secretly - it seems that the search for Si Jingting will be postponed.
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After leaving Huangsun Mansion, Li Xin'an hurried back to Youxiang Residence.
Wang Kerong is still living in Li Chu's house. Everyone in the house is hiding Yang Guozhong's intention to overturn the case for the Xizhou Army, and Li Xin'an has not reminded him.
After all, it was difficult for the commander of the Xizhou Army to know such an ironic thing.
Han Shan, Dan Yeshan and his wife have already gotten up and are doing activities in the courtyard. These days, they are just waiting quietly for the arrival of the saint Li Longji on his birthday. In their spare time, they teach these juniors the martial arts.
For example, Xiao Xuangan and Liu Wuyan often received Ye Shanzhao's guidance and made rapid progress. Liu Wuyan was very envious of this and once asked Ye Shanzhao for advice, but Ye Shanzhao said that the Liu family's sword skills he practiced
It has entered the bones, and the road has taken the right path
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She couldn't give any advice on the way, and saying more would only affect Liu Wuyan's own progress.
"Senior Han, Senior Ye, something happened." After entering the hospital, Li Xin'an said straightforwardly.
"What's wrong?" The couple looked confused.
"Yang Guozhong came to the palace last night and proposed to reverse the case of the Xizhou Army. The saint has approved it."
Han Shan and Ye Shanzhao looked at each other and felt an inexplicable feeling in their hearts. It was hard to tell whether it was irony or excitement.
After a long while, Han Shan's eyes were complicated and he said:
"This is a good thing."
"In the case of the Xizhou Army, the mastermind was Li Linfu, and we also hated Li Linfu. Now that he is dead, our only concern is to get the Xizhou Army to redress their injustice. As for who helps us, whether it is Li Chu or Yang Guozhong, it doesn't matter.
It doesn’t matter.”
"I know." Li Xin'an said, "The two seniors don't care, but Yang Guozhong was also involved in the Xizhou Army case. He is the second Li Linfu, even more ruthless than the original Li Linfu. If left alone, there will be more
Many people have been framed and suffered unjust injustice. The next one may be the Dongzhou Army, the Nanzhou Army, and the Beizhou Army. We can't let what happened with the Xizhou Army happen again!"
Ye Shanzhao sighed: "Why don't we understand the righteousness? After staying under Yang Guozhong for so many years, we know best who he is. What does Hall Master Li want us to do?"
"Secret message."
Li Xin'an said: "I need it, no! Your Highness needs it. We need to get the secret message copied by the two seniors as soon as possible, the sooner the better."
"Today is the ninth day of April. Li Longji celebrates his birthday on April 13th, and there are four days left. On the night of April 13th, all civil and military officials will go to the palace to celebrate his birthday, and they will stay for at least half an hour. Naturally, Yang Guozhong will not
There will be an exception. As the prime minister of the dynasty, he must be the last one among the officials to leave."
"At that time, the Yang Mansion will have no owner, so the defense must be lax!"
Li Xin'an agreed: "Okay, let's set it on the night of April 13th! The saint celebrates his birthday, and we steal the letter."
"Three people are too few."
Murong Bai's cold voice rang in the ears of the three of them. Li Xin'an looked around and saw a large group of people standing there.
Ye Qinglan smiled playfully: "For such an exciting thing, it would be better if there are more people."
"I heard that Yang Guozhong's son is not a good person. It would be better if he could be killed." Liu Wuyan looked arrogant.
Li Xin'an smiled helplessly: "It's just to steal something, but why are there so many people there?"
"There are five hundred private troops in the Yang Mansion, and there are also fifteen chariots and crossbows, plus more than fifty third-level masters. If we go there, if we are discovered, we may not be able to escape." Han Shantou said,
"It's naturally good if there are more people."
Ye Shanzhao's eyes were a little wistful: "I kind of miss the days of killing enemies on the battlefield."
Li Xin'an smiled slightly, and looking at the eager expressions on everyone's faces, he was filled with pride:
"Okay! Let's go, all of us! It's the saint's birthday, and we'll make a big fuss in Yang's house for him!"
"Long live the hall master!" Ye Qinglan was the first to boo.
"What nonsense!" Murong Bai glared at Ye Qinglan, who lowered his raised arms angrily.
Looking at this lively scene, Li Xin'an felt very emotional. For no reason, he thought of eighteen years ago.
At that time, there was also a group of people who were full of passion and wanted to do something big.
It's just that the child who was inseparable from me back then is no longer seen, and has left forever.
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In this way, the two days passed by in a hurry.
Outside the Tonghua Gate of Chang'an City, a group of business travelers slowly came.
The leader was a man with a hooked nose and a sinister expression. He silently handed the document to the soldier and then said nothing.
The soldier glanced at the convoy behind him and asked:
"What kind of cargo are you loading?"
"Me." The man replied
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The soldier took out the knife from his waist and walked towards the bullock cart.
"Routine inspection."
He stabbed several sacks one after another, and what came out was indeed white rice. The soldiers had no doubts anymore, and when they were about to wave them over, their eyes suddenly noticed that a carriage was following behind the convoy.
"Is that one of yours too?"
The hook-nosed man frowned: "Yes."
"Who is in the car? Why don't they get out?"
"...They are our young boss's family."
"Is that who you are leading?"
"right."
The soldier sneered: "What a big deal. Come, check the carriage!"
The man with the hooked nose looked strange, and his already gloomy face looked even more sinister.
Next to the carriage, there was a horse guarding him. Sitting on the tall horse was a man about twenty-five or six years old. He had a handsome appearance and carried a long bow behind his back. He seemed to be the instructor of this caravan.
The driver was a young man, who was about the same age as the instructor, but looked a little younger. His face was fair and handsome, but there was a vicious scar on his face that extended from the corner of his eye to his chin, which made him look particularly terrifying.
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The soldier's focus was not here. He glanced at the sword hanging on the young coachman's waist. He could tell at a glance that the sword was extraordinary, but he had no reason to take it, so he could only secretly envy it.
Opening the curtain, I saw two people sitting in the carriage, a man and a woman. The woman's clothes were simpler and she must be a maid. The man had a graceful and noble look on his face. The soldier stared at him blankly, always feeling that something was wrong.
He looked back at the coachman and then at the luxurious young man sitting in the carriage. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and said in disbelief:
"Why do you two look the same?"
The young master, who had the same appearance as the young coachman, but without the scar on his face, laughed loudly:
"My coachman has grown up just like me. I even doubted whether he was the illegitimate son of that old man who was my father. It's not surprising that the military master was surprised."
The soldier looked at them suspiciously and after checking the carriage, he refused to leave.
The young master smiled slightly, knowing the rules, took the money bag from his waist, and threw it to the soldier.
"It's just a small thing, please invite the military master to drink."
The soldier weighed the money bag in his hand and estimated it was twenty taels. This was a windfall!
It would have been fine if it had been like this... The soldier waved his hand: "Let it go!"
The caravan convoy slowly drove into Chang'an City and headed straight towards Pingkangfang.
Along the way, the young master was quite curious about the scene in Chang'an, so he did not stay in the carriage, but sat next to the coachman. The two looked exactly the same, one had a scar and the other had no scar. While looking around at the scenery, they also attracted a lot of attention.
The sight of people on the street.
"Young master, you'd better go in because it's hard to show your face," the young coachman said.
Shaodongjia did not answer, but asked him a question:
"What do you think of Chang'an?"
"It's okay." The coachman said calmly.
"You're from Chang'an, so when you visit your old place again, you don't feel anything at all?"
"No."
The young master raised his lips slightly and said softly:
"Chang'an is great, it's so prosperous and lively. Fan Yang can't compare with it. The sky is clear and the sun is bright, and there are not many people on the street."
"One day, if we invade Chang'an and dominate the world, I will never destroy this place and let Chang'an remain the center of the world."
"That's a very long time ago." The coachman said, "Young Master, there is a group of forbidden troops ahead."
The young master stood up, lifted the door curtain and got into the carriage, patting the young coachman on the shoulder.