Beside the Mishui River, there is an undercurrent with few traces of people.
A small boat floats on the river. On the small boat sits a sculpture-like figure, tightly wrapped in rags and linen clothes. His eyes are covered by a fisherman's bamboo hat, and his face is covered by a black mask.
Even the hand holding the fishing rod didn't move at all.
The boat followed the waves of the river to the shore, and a bright red figure stepped onto the boat, making its draft a little deeper.
When Bai Yifei stood on the boat, the boat slowly moved along the river towards the center of the river. The white mist rising on the river slowly covered the two people's figures.
I saw the figure carrying the figure in the boat, which overlapped with the shadow of the reeds in the river.
The line hanging the fishhook moved slightly on the water, causing ripples. The figure finally made a move, suddenly raising the fishing rod in his hand, and an empty hook without bait came into view.
Holding the fishhook accurately with the other hand, the figure wearing a shabby raincoat sighed softly, "Hey, what a cunning fish. If you don't pay attention, it will slip away."
Sitting on the side of the boat, Bai Yifei turned to look at him, "It seems you have new news."
"There is a young man named Li Si in Xianyang. He has recently made friends with someone. Coincidentally, this Li Si is a classmate of the Ninth Young Master, and his new friend is Han Fei's old friend Zheng Guo."
Hearing this, Bai Yifei's eyes narrowed, "Zheng Guo... two people who knew Han Fei at the same time suddenly became close. It's really interesting."
"That's not the only interesting thing. A person with the same surname and similar appearance made friends with the Ninth Young Master in Xinzheng. Wouldn't it be even more interesting?" There was a hint of inexplicable meaning in Yu Yike's words. He knew what happened that year.
past things.
Bai Yifei's blood-stained pupils reflected his pale gaze, and he held his chin with his thumb and index finger, "His brother can only escape to Qin to survive. This time, I will not let him escape again."
The coir raincoat guest shook his head, his voice distant and flat, "The news from Qin is not necessarily true. He is not that simple. Who can tell the difference between true and false, false and false, true and false?"
After he filled the fishhook with bait and threw it into the water again, the coir raincoater continued: "Maybe this young man named Zheng Ze is the bait he threw, waiting for you to take the bait. Maybe."
Bai Yifei looked calm and was not affected by his words, "I won't let the same thing happen again. Your information should be more valuable."
After casting the rod, the raincoater's attention seemed to have been on the river surface, expecting another fish to take the bait again.
"I also have a lot of valuable information, such as the identity of the mysterious master who attacked Xinzheng City."
Hearing this, Bai Yifei finally showed a curious look, "Did you find out?"
The cloaked man shook his head. He was a spy in the night and the leader of intelligence. He was aware of everything going on around him, but that didn't mean he knew everything.
"The information available is limited, but the cold palace in Xinzheng should be able to help you find the answer."
"Leng Palace?" The light in the blood pupils flashed away, and the scene of broken walls flashed in Bai Yifei's mind.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "This game is getting more and more interesting."
Listening to his slightly evil voice, the man in the raincoat sighed, "With you here, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch a fish."
Bai Yifei let out a light breath and breathed into his right hand. In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. Visible to the naked eye, the river surface beside the boat began to condense into ice, and the white frost continued to spread outward.
Then he tapped his hand on the ice, and a frozen fish was lifted up and jumped into the air, and he caught it with one hand.
He threw it casually in front of the coir raincoat guest, "I gave it to you."
Looking at the motionless and extremely stiff fish in front of him, the fisherman didn't look very happy, "The fish you get like this have no soul. Just like your beauties, they will always lack soul."
There was a sneer on Bai Yifei's face that was consistent with the temperature of the surroundings, "Soul? Look at Tianze, there is a beauty beside him who has a soul. I'll leave first."
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Zilanxuan.
After hearing Zheng Ze's words, Fu Nian's eyes flashed. What does this mean?
His mind calmed down slightly, and he suppressed Xinyue who had just obtained the papermaking skill. He looked at Zheng Ze and said, "Fu Nian doesn't quite understand what Mr. Zheng means. Mr. Zheng, why not explain it clearly?"
Probably because he still lacks the accumulation of time and experience, Fu Nian does not yet have the calmness and magnanimity of a Confucian leader. What Zheng Ze saw in him was a desire to learn based on inner principles.
Just like Zhang Liang, the Confucian hero at this time was still a little green, but it also saved Zheng Ze a lot of words.
"Are you really not understanding, or are you asking knowingly?" Zheng Ze didn't say much, and there were some words that didn't need to be said.
Fu Nian looked deeply at Zheng Ze and shook his head, "This matter is of great importance and I need to report it to the leader. Besides, besides papermaking..."
Although Zheng Ze cited Mohism and Taoism as examples, this was not something he could make a decision on his own. He did not think Confucianism should be involved, but he still had to listen to the opinions of his masters and others.
Paper is the top priority, but a method that can quickly print books into books is also what they desperately need. If they can have it in their hands, printing Confucian classics into books and educating all people on Confucian etiquette will get twice the result with half the effort.
But before he could say anything, a figure came in a little eagerly and interrupted the conversation of several people. Purple and noble clothes came into view. It was the ninth prince of Korea, Han Fei.
Seeing him, Zhang Liang was a little surprised and shouted: "Brother Han."
His eyes quickly swept across the few people in the private room, and after nodding to Zhang Liang, he nodded slightly to Fu Nian, "Senior Brother Fu Nian."
Hearing this, Fu Nian stood up and returned the greeting. His uncle was a great master, and the disciples he accepted were extraordinary, so he should give him enough respect.
Han Fei didn't come here to talk, so he didn't say anything more and looked directly at Zheng Ze, "Mr. Zheng, something happened at the Prince's Mansion last night. I'm afraid you need to come with me."
This time he did not come in a negotiating tone, but as a Sikou.
Han Fei knew very well that Tianze and others were the troublemakers released by Ye Mu, but although Zheng Ze said that he had nothing to do with him, he could not escape his involvement after all.
Last night, the Yan Lingji girl actually broke into the palace hall at night and openly provoked her in front of her father and the Korean generals and ministers. Such behavior was not intended to put the face of Korea under her feet. Moreover, from that beautiful woman
He seemed to see the shadow of Zheng Ze in the words and deeds of the charming woman, and the tone of their words was indeed somewhat similar.
At the same time, Tianze led other subordinates to occupy the prince's mansion. Now the prince is in their hands. His father was frightened last night and is currently resting in the harem without seeing anyone.
His fourth brother Han Yu tried his best to blame Ji Wuye for some unknown purpose, and Ji Wuye kicked the ball to him who seemed to be the most bully. King Han was very concerned about their mutual evasion.
I was dissatisfied, so in the end it became a joint investigation.
The external situation was in chaos, and he no longer wanted to speculate on the purpose of this young man who looked like an old friend appearing in Xinzheng. Although being too direct would make the story a bit boring, stories generally had shortcomings that were difficult to make up for.
He hadn't seen his old friend for a long time, and he didn't know what kind of answer Zheng Ze would give him.
The name Zheng Guo appears in the Nine Songs of Tianxing...
