Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

This Taoist is really capable. While teaching and explaining, he explained the Wu Qin Xi that has been widely circulated in great detail, even explaining many of the subtleties that ordinary people would not notice. Cui Yunying, who was on the side, learned a lot after hearing this, and couldn't help but feel more and more happy. After the explanation, she ordered two pieces of Shu brocade to be fetched, and said with a smile: "Taoist Chongjing, thank you for your hard work today, these two pieces of Shu brocade. Take it first and take it back to make a Taoist robe for each of your disciples! From now on, I will come and teach this child every three days, how about it?"

"Thank you madam for your generous gift!"

Cui Yunying sent Chongjing away, feeling much happier. She asked people to go to the kitchen and order a few dishes that her husband liked. She planned to tell her husband about this when he came back in the evening, making Wang Wenzuo happy.

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The General's Mansion.

"This is probably the situation!" Wang Wenzuo roughly repeated the contents of Murong Miao's letter and said to Di Renjie: "Huaiying, the most important thing right now is to repair the relationship between His Majesty and I as much as possible, ensure mutual trust between the two parties, and avoid The civil war broke out; the second step is to find the mastermind behind it, do you have any suggestions?"

"We are far away in Hebei, so we should delegate the power to General Murong to find the real culprit behind the scenes!" Di Renjie said: "As for repairing the relationship between the general and His Majesty, I think there is one thing that can be done now! "

"What's the matter?" Wang Wenzuo asked.

"Didn't His Majesty the Emperor mention the marriage between Mr. Hu Liang and the Emperor's sister? I thought that if this matter was carried out, the two families would become close relatives, and the original estrangement would be diluted a lot, and the relationship would naturally be improved. It’s much more intimate!”

"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "Yes, then this matter will be left to you Huaiying. You prepare a generous gift and go to Chang'an to propose marriage to the emperor. Make the scale bigger and suppress the assassination of Liu Peiji. !”

"I understand!" Di Renjie said solemnly: "I will prepare immediately, but General, I am worried that this alone is not enough!"

"what do you mean?"

"Regardless of marriage or not, Mr. Hu Liang is now in Chang'an. In other words, it doesn't quite show your sincerity. After all, you have dozens of sons, and Mr. Hu Liang is just an ordinary one among them. The emperor also knows it!" Di Renjie said.

After hearing his subordinate's suggestion, Wang Wenzuo's eyes turned cold and he looked Di Renjie in the eyes. Di Renjie looked at him without any sign of weakness. After a few minutes, Wang Wenzuo said: "This won't work. Asheng is still young, and Yunying will never allow it. "

"Then let me prepare for the marriage proposal first!" Di Renjie stood up, bowed and said, "Resign!"

Wang Wenzuo nodded slightly, with cold eyes. Renjie's meaning was very clear: just one Hu Liang is not enough to serve as a hostage in Chang'an. Among his sons, the only ones with special status are Yanliang and Asheng. It is definitely not possible for Yanliang to be in charge of the Japanese country now. Then Only Asheng is left. However, no matter how cold-blooded he was, he would not take his five-year-old son as a hostage in Chang'an. Since this is the case, the mastermind behind the scenes should be found as soon as possible, and everything should be uncovered and exposed to the sun. This is the only way to maintain peace.

Thinking of this, Wang Wenzuo returned to the desk, picked up a quill pen, and wrote quickly on the paper with his own unique handwriting: "All the power in Guanzhong is in your hands, and no expense is spared. The real culprit behind the scenes will be found within one month. Make it known to the world!" After writing, he dropped the quill, took off the seal of the general hanging from his waist, covered it with the seal pad on the desk, and pressed it hard.

"Here comes the messenger. He will not leave the saddle, and he will not change people when changing horses! Send it to Chang'an as quickly as possible and hand it over to Murong Mo!"

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Chang'an, Murong Mansion.

"It seems that the general is really angry this time!" Murong Miao sighed and put down the letter paper in his hand. Frankly speaking, Wang Wenzuo's handwriting can be said to be not ugly at best, but the sense of power in his strokes is almost To overflow the paper, you can imagine the anger of the writer at that time.

"One month, we must hurry up!" Murong Miao sneered: "According to the general's intention, this time we have to uproot the roots! But it's okay, in order to avoid suspicion these days, I have to be a little scrupulous about everything I do. This thing is just for these birdies in Chang'an to see who is the real master! Come on, pass the order. At three o'clock today, all the evil young leaders and handsome men in Chang'an City are invited to come to the house. I have something to discuss with you. They discuss it and don’t wait until it’s too late!”

The main hall of Murong Miao's mansion is a huge building ten feet long and five feet wide. It is rarely used here except for large-scale activities such as ancestor worship. Murong Miao always receives guests in the study room on the right side of the courtyard or in the flower hall in the backyard, where privacy and comfort are much better. But early that morning, the main hall had been cleaned, and nearly a hundred tables and cases were placed neatly, looking a bit like a private school.

Just after noon, some guests arrived and were led here. They were arranged to sit down at the tables. They only received a bowl of tea on the tables and no one paid any attention to them. The guests sat behind several tables, looking at each other, neither daring to leave nor asking, looking restless.

"Hey, isn't this Chengnan Brother Du Wu?" A short and fat man bowed his hand to the tall man at the next table: "Why are you here today?"

"It's your boy!" The grown man said with a bitter smile: "General Murong said, how dare I not come? Not to mention the deity behind him, even if he plucks out any leg hair, he is still waist-higher than us. It’s rough!”

"That's true!" The short and fat man nodded. He looked around and lowered his voice and said, "But it looks like there aren't many people coming. How many people are there in such a big hall?"

"It's still early!" Du Wudao said: "There is still more than an hour to say three quarters before Shenshi. It's because we came too early!"

"That's true!" The short and fat man smiled bitterly: "Aren't I afraid? We don't have a clue about what General Murong confessed last time. If General Murong gets angry because of this, how can he afford it!"

"You don't have to worry too much about this!" Du Wu comforted: "You are not alone. Everyone has no clue. This matter is not that simple."

"Brother Du Wu, what do you mean?"

"Think about it, we are all local snakes in Chang'an, and the reward given by General Murong is not low. If we people are looking for it, let alone dozens of strong men, dozens of livestock, dozens of We have also found chickens and ducks. But so far, there is not even the slightest clue. What do you think is the reason?" The short and fat man's face changed slightly: "You don't mean that someone didn't try his best, right?"

"I didn't say that!" Du Wu laughed.

"How dare someone not try their best in General Murong's matter?" the short, fat man exclaimed, "They don't want their lives? Besides, it's not in vain, the reward is quite generous!"

"Is that a matter of money?" Du Wu said with a smile: "Do you know? What did the people Murong Mu tracked down do? They were the murderers who assassinated Liu Shilang of the Ministry of Finance before. The water is deep here! If he really lets him If we find out, I don’t know how many people will be killed!”

"So this is what happened! No wonder, no wonder!" The short, fat man turned pale with fright. He looked around and whispered: "If I had known that I would have called myself ill today and not come here today, would it be too late to run away now?"

Just as the short, fat man was looking around for a way out, with a clang of metal, a group of soldiers rushed out from the side doors on both sides. They were all dressed in razor-sharp gear and stood on both sides of the courtyard below the hall, all filled with murderous intent. When the short, fat man saw this, he immediately lost all thoughts of escaping.

"How is it? Are you still leaving?" Du Wu asked happily.

"How can we go here!" The short and fat man almost cried: "Du Wu, it seems that General Murong is going to hold a Hongmen Banquet today!"

"Don't worry, Fatty Li!" Du Wu called the other party's nickname with a smile: "With our batch of goods, General Murong won't be able to make such a big battle against him. The one who will cry later is definitely not us, but Those who didn't come or were late, these soldiers are used to deal with those guys!"

The short and fat man thought the same thing. Although Murong Miao could no longer command the North Gate Forbidden Army, he still controlled the Nanya Forbidden Army and part of the army outside the city. After Wang Wenzuo defeated Pei Xingjian, he transferred the envoys and the military loyal to him in the Forbidden Army. All the strength was transferred to Murong Mu's command. Although there were only about three thousand soldiers, they had excellent weapons and many veterans who had experienced wars. Their combat effectiveness was far better than those in Chang'an City. With Murong Miao's official position and strength, he really didn't have to go to such trouble as Hongmen Banquet to deal with his gang of gangsters. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "That's true, so to speak, we are actually safe today!"

"That's right!" Du Wu smiled: "In the final analysis, General Murong still wants us to work for him. No matter how powerful his soldiers are, they can only kill people, but they can't find people. He must have recruited us today. Because they are dissatisfied with the ineffectiveness of the work some time ago, they may kill a few to scare the monkeys, but if they want to kill, they will also kill those who are short-sighted. Why should we kill them honestly?"

"That's right, if he kills us, who will find someone for him!" Fatty Li laughed: "Then we are just watching the fun!"

As the time got closer and closer to the agreed three-minute mark, more and more people came. When the visitors saw the furnishings in the courtyard, they immediately became obedient. They went to sit down in their own seats. They did not dare to complain about the lack of tea, and they did not even chat with each other much. Finally, an officer in full armor came to the front of the hall and shouted: "It's three o'clock in the morning, the four doors are closed tightly, and no one else is allowed to come in!"

"The four doors are closed tightly, no one is allowed to come in!" A powerful response came from all sides, and soon everyone heard the sound of locking. Everyone took a deep breath, waiting for the fateful verdict with complicated emotions.

"General Murong has arrived——!"

Following the long-drawn announcement of the lieutenant general, everyone around the desks quickly stood up, knelt down and knelt before the desks above them. Murong Miao, dressed in the scarlet robe of a fourth-grade military attache, walked up to the desks in the middle and glanced at the desks. A few people who were still empty in the main hall sneered and said: "Come here, take all the people who didn't come and take them into custody. They will be sent to the barracks first!"

"Follow the order!"

It is difficult to describe in words the mood of everyone in the hall at this time. Some were gloating about the misfortune, some were sad that the rabbit was dead and the fox was dead, some were shocked by Murong Yao's iron fist, some were glad that they were finally here, and some were afraid of their future fate. Various emotions are mixed together, forming a bowl of soup whose taste cannot be described in words, and visits everyone.

"Everyone, you should already know why I invite you here today!" Murong Nao's voice was as if it were made of steel, cold, hard, sharp, and even a little cruel: "Since the last time I sent a letter to you, , it has been thirteen days, and so far, there is not a single useful clue, everyone, what a skill!"

Faced with Murong Mu's questioning, everyone unanimously adopted the ostrich policy, with dozens of heads lowered, as if they could get through it this way.

"A few years ago, I would have asked someone to show you some color! But now, the situation is different! The wind direction in Chang'an is different! I don't want to fall for the general because of this matter. So I thought about waiting a little longer, or mentioning the reward again, to see if anyone, for the sake of money, would find the person for me and get the job done! Now it seems, But I’m too stupid! Isn’t that right——, everyone——?”

The short, fat man couldn't help but bend his waist a little more when he heard Murong Ku's drawling tone. He accidentally glanced to the left and found that Du Wu, who had grown taller, was a little deeper than himself, and his forehead was already bent. He was covered with beads of sweat and was extremely embarrassed, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of schadenfreude in his heart.

"Answer me! Why doesn't anyone say anything! Huh?" Murong Nao suddenly shouted angrily in the hall.

Hearing only a sound, Murong Miao looked around and saw a short and fat man sitting on the ground, but he was frightened by the angry shout he just made. When he saw Murong Miao looking towards him, he hurriedly said: "The villain deserves to die, the villain deserves to die, General, spare your life, General, spare your life!"

"What's your name, and which area are you in charge of?" Murong Mu asked.

"My surname is Li Mingcheng. Everyone calls me Fatty Li. My family runs a livestock shop. Everyone loves me, it's in Fengyifang!"

"Well, have you checked everything these days?" Murong Mu asked.

"Report to the general, the villain really tried his best to investigate!" Fatty Li knew that his life and death depended on a thread, so he hurriedly tried his best to reply: "There are really many villains these days. There are many young and strong foreign men in the area." I’ve checked carefully, but I really can’t find it!”

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