The weather in Yangzhou in the twelfth lunar month is good.
The lively atmosphere of the Winter Solstice has not dissipated. Although this year cannot be said to be a smooth one, it is just because of the severe internal involvement of Li Chongrun and Wang Rong with the seven major business houses. The people of Yangzhou are living a pretty good life.
After seven days of rest, people in the streets have gained a lot of weight.
Even Song Zhiwen, who had been out of work for a long time, was unusually happy. The editors of the Commercial Press were becoming more and more rigorous. He repeatedly tried to find faults, but for a long time, not only did the conspirators who instigated the rebellion not be found,
One, his own eyes are getting more and more unclear.
Fortunately, when he heard that he had an eye disease, Wang Rong was very aware of the current situation and sent someone to send him a pair of new product glasses developed by the glass factory. The frame was made of tortoise shell and the temples were made of gold-plated copper wire. Not to mention
I can see things more or less clearly, at least it looks like a valuable object.
The King of Liang and the King of Chu also opened their own bookstores in Yangzhou one after another, each waving flags and shouting for their own power. This was a mountain they could not touch, and Song Zhiwen's work naturally became more comfortable.
He was just receiving a salary from the court, enjoying the filial piety sent from several bookstores at intervals, and although the days of providing firewood in winter and ice in summer were really good, Song Zhiwen felt more and more uncomfortable every time he touched himself.
With a swollen belly, I thought that my colleague Chen Zi'ang had been sent away to serve as governor of a state, and I couldn't help but feel a little emotional that I had really joined the wrong master.
He originally had a job in the Senate, but since the King of Linzi came to Yangzhou, he had not been able to get anything for Song Zhiwen. In addition, as Li Chongrun's power became more and more powerful, Song Zhiwen tried several times one after another.
times, I thought about placing spies into the East and West factories or maybe
Places like the tenant camp were quickly discovered. Song Zhiwen, who suffered successive setbacks, simply gave up his efforts in this area and settled down to work as a spy in Yangzhou, collecting some official information.
As long as the news is conveyed to God, the job is done.
On the day of Laba in Yangzhou, the sunshine was not as warm as usual, and a gust of north wind swept over the sky, carrying many white grasses as fine as a cow.
Song Zhiwen carried his bookcase on his back as always, with his most beloved pair of glasses hanging on his chest, and followed a huge crane as he walked to his secretary's office opposite the Commercial Press in the old city.
This crane was rescued by Song Zhiwen not long after he came to Yangzhou. At that time, for some reason, he broke his leg in the small house given to Song Zhiwen by the Xiao family. If it had been in the wild, he would not have survived.
Fortunately, Song Zhiwen loved writing, and naturally he also loved raising geese like his idol Wang Xizhi. The majestic generation of mythical beasts was actually saved by Song Zhiwen's method of treating geese.
From then on, the crane followed Song Zhiwen all day long. Although it was not inseparable, it was much closer to its master than the two little black dogs raised by the Song family.
For this reason, Song Zhiwen wrote a special inscription on the healing crane, which imitated the inscription on the healing crane carved on the cliff of Runzhou, the ancestor of regular script. It is said that even Wang Siye, who was in the limelight recently, gave it a very high
He was praised highly and was given the nickname Hebi Weng.
This made Song Zhiwen a little frustrated in the officialdom, but he had developed a new track in the calligraphy world.
However, He'er was a little nervous today. He was not as calm as usual. Instead, he followed Song Zhiwen closely.
Song Zhiwen just thought that there was a north wind today and the crane was a little afraid of the cold. He took out a prepared small fish from the book box and fed it to the crane, and then went to the city gate cave.
However, not long after entering the city gate, Song Zhiwen had a black cloth bag wrapped around his head. He didn't even have time to struggle before he was put down to the ground.
"What, Mr. Song was kidnapped? Who did it?"
At the side entrance of the garden, Li Chongrun was carrying a fish box and was about to go out.
Yesterday I built a nest in a fork of the river in Hangou, and I was preparing to go there today to show off my skills. I thought that Wang Rong was busy with the auction today, and my two sisters also went to school, and there were a lot of people waiting.
They won't bother me, and the Air Force will definitely not get into trouble today like yesterday.
Although Gongsun Lan, who had been following him for a day, did not laugh at him, the fisherman's stubbornness still insisted that he must regain his place in front of his young wife today.
As a result, as soon as he took one foot out, a fast horse rushed over from the old city like crazy. He happened to see Li Chongrun dressed as a fisherman, with the horseman's reins standing in front of Li Chongrun.
Li Chongrun took a closer look, who was it if it wasn't Li San?
"The clerks at the press heard someone knocking on the door early in the morning. When they went out to check, they happened to find that Mr. Song's crane son was knocking on the door. Mr. Song's crane never left his side. The gentlemen at the press guessed that something had happened to Mr. Song.
, I went to the secretary prison and Mr. Song’s house but couldn’t find anyone. I also asked the bad guys carefully, and then I asked some porters who saw Mr. Song kidnapped at the gate of the old city this morning.”
"Hebi Weng usually looks at his cranes as if they were his own sons. It's true that he raised them in vain, and he actually knows how to find someone to ask for help." Li Chongrun sighed, thinking that he couldn't catch any fish today, so he put the bamboo hat fish away
Throwing poles and other objects to the guards at the gate, Li Chongrun called to the groom to prepare the carriage: "May I ask where the kidnappers went?"
"The porters who saw it only said they were heading north of the city, but they didn't know where they went."
The coachman brought the carriage, and Li San got into the coachman's seat with familiarity and took the whip: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
"Let's go find Mr. Song's crane son first. Then, go to the theater and mobilize a few traps and ask them to wait at the gate of the old city." Li Chongrun checked the grenade placed in the hidden compartment of the carriage and took it.
He took the iron fan handed by the guard and hung it on his waist, and got into the carriage with Gongsun Lan.
"Hebiweng is really lucky. I've always wanted to have two pairs of such cool things. They are much more flattering than any other ceremonial guard."
Song Zhiwen's crane was still hopping back and forth in the yard of Song Zhiwen's house. After Li Chongrun came in and said hello, he actually understood the general words and spread his huge wings and even flew and jumped with Li Chongrun towards the old man.
Went in the direction of the city gate.
Song Zhiwen's wife and son still didn't know that their parents had disappeared. Li Chongrun didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly followed Xianhe.
Several people trapped in the camp came very quickly, and even brought over Li San's complete version of the Mini rifle.
It is difficult to leave traces on the stone roads in the old city. Although the name of the crane is like a fairy, it does not really have magic. A group of people and a flat-haired beast walked around the place where Song Zhiwen disappeared several times, but there was no trace.
Find any reliable clues.
But there is still a stupid way. Since a porter saw that the kidnappers were heading north of the city, and Song Zhiwen disappeared in the morning, someone would naturally see some clues.
Governor Wei, who knew the news, also rushed over after hearing the news. Although he knew that Hebi Weng and King Linzi would not deal with him, he was still an official of the court and was nominally the husband of King Linzi. Governor Wei and Li Chongrun still wanted to be ruthless.
Reluctantly, I looked for the spy chief of the Magistrates' Court.
Fortunately, the memory recovery skills of the government officials were very effective. After questioning the menacing government officials with iron rulers in their hands, they finally found a few witnesses outside the north gate of the old city. They said they saw an unmarked car in the morning.
The carriage went to the Dragon King Temple in the north of the city.
There is a Dragon King Temple five miles outside the city. It is said that it was built on the dragon vein of Yangzhou. However, this dragon vein is relatively lazy, so praying for rain is not very effective, but praying for sunny days is very effective.
It hasn't been a rainy day recently, so the Dragon King Temple, which is responsible for stopping rain, naturally has no incense. He got off the carriage far away, and Li Chongrun led a group of brothers to the edge of the Dragon King Temple.
"Song Zhengzi, I have been here with you for an hour. If you can't handle this matter, I will do it myself."
After a sound of fists and feet hitting flesh, a very feminine voice rang out.
The voice sounded familiar, but Li Chongrun couldn't remember whose voice it was for a while.
Song Zhiwen's voice rang out at this time, his voice was a little low, as if he had suffered a lot: "Come on, sir, King Linzi is in the limelight now, we have to attack him hastily, I'm afraid it won't end well. And Linzi
We have never been able to get involved in the king's property. It's not that the subordinates don't want to do it, but it's because..."
Before Song Zhiwen finished speaking, he was interrupted by a crisp slap in the face.
Come on Junchen! Li Chongrun immediately remembered who the owner of this voice that was so feminine and eunuch-like was. It was the cruel official from the Xun'e family, the spy chief of the Magistrate's Court who together with him brought down the King of Wei.
It's just that he is now working under the King of Liang. Is it because the King of Liang Wu has thought twice, or is his cousin Li Longji, the current controller of the Magistrate's Court, trying to take action against him?
"I will give you three days. Either you steal the recipe for the gunpowder, or you bring me the boy named Wang next to Li Chongrun. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you try the food from our Magistrate's Court.
means."
Lai Junchen's voice soon rang again, and after another burst of punches and kicks, Song Zhiwen's shaky figure flashed out from the side door of the Dragon King Temple, not noticing Li Chongrun and the others who were hiding aside, stumbling around.
We walked back to Yangzhou City.
Hearing that the Senate wanted to take action against Wang Rong, Li Chongrun felt an unknown anger rising from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.
Dare to have thoughts about his wife, Li Chongrun didn't care who was standing behind Junchen. Seeing that Song Zhiwen had already walked away, he made an offensive gesture with Li San like a factory guard.