Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 87
After leaving Nuoshui, crossing the defense area of ​​the right waiting guard, and entering the familiar mountain forest, the village elders drilled into a karst cave familiarly, and lit a fire to cook.

In Nuoshui City, I was really hungry.

Although they are worried that the government is playing tricks, you can ask customers to kill chickens anyway, just put on a show!
Not even preparing lunch, stingy!

Regardless of whether Fan Zheng and the others care about the food, the village elders don't know how to eat it, they just complain about their psychological imbalance.

"Pan Gengxiang, the official is willing to give you money? I'm afraid it will be taken away later."

Pan Gengxiang responded slowly: "That's not right. When we first met, when he came to our village, he only drank a bowl of soup from Pan Yinger, and they pitched their own tents to live in the yard."

"Strange, how did he know about Panwang Festival?"

Doomed to this question is no answer.

Then, the elders of the village greeted cordially and friendlyly whether they would return, occasionally supplemented by local friction of the body.

The intention was obvious, and the mountain beasts were divided into two factions.

One group is mainly based on Pan Gengxiang, thinking that the ins and outs of the matter are already clear, and those who interfered with it have been captured, so let's accept it as soon as it is good, lest there will be a tragic ending in time;

One faction believed that since the two sides had already torn their faces apart, and hundreds of members of the Shan Liao tribe had died under the attack of Yiwei and Fubing, the feud was inseparable.

Pan Gengxiang said lightly: "You are willing to drag the young and old of our village, and you would rather not farm the land, and rebel if you are hungry, that's up to you, but we want to live. No matter how big the enmity is, we can't let us Regardless of the family members."

……

"I want to eat dog meat! Don't eat this kind of pig food!"

In the state prison, Yu Chunren lost his temper.

Sorry, the state government is in a state of suspension. Before the next governor and other officials take office, Fan Zheng and Li Yifu will have to wait for a while, and Yu Chunren will also have to wait.

All the meals, from Fan Zheng, Li Yifu to Yu Chunren, were all arranged by Zuotun Wei Yiwei. As for the taste, if you don't pay too much attention to it, you can still make do with it.

The captain, Qiao Liang, accepted the bowl indifferently.

Like to eat or not, you are used to it, and you want to be treated like a high-ranking official after being imprisoned, haha.

Yu Chunren quarreled for a long time, and Yiwei directly cut off his meals until he felt his stomach was burning.

Yu Chunren, who had never suffered anything in his life, knew for the first time in his life that the taste of hunger is so uncomfortable.

"No, I'm not hungry. I have the blessing of the future Buddha. As a Bodhisattva of the ten abodes, how can I be trapped by mere desire for food and drink!"

Yu Chunren self-hypnotized.

However, the body's reaction was too real, the sound of "gurgling" made Yu Chunren feel ashamed.

What kind of Maitreya religion do you believe in, because you are too full to eat.

Night, stars, insects.

The entire Nuoshui City fell into a dormant state.

A figure quietly appeared on the prison wall of Bizhou, looking around carefully, only two Yiweis patrolled around lazily, then quickly climbed over the prison wall, and landed lightly like a civet.

Behind him, more than a dozen black shadows slid down quietly.

Heiying was very familiar with every plant and tree in the state prison, easily bypassing the flowers and trees, walked to the unguarded prison, and quietly approached Yu Chunren's cell.

Reasonably speaking, Sombra has a lot of energy. There are so many cells in the cell, and Zuo Tunwei has taken over, so they can still find the exact location.

"Ten Dwelling Bodhisattvas! We are here to pick you up!"

The black shadow quietly draws the knife.

can be rescued, natural rescue;
Can't save, stop future troubles.

The dim light of the fire suddenly lit up, and the body in the cell turned around, revealing Fan Zheng's face.

"Ah, after three days of catching lice, I finally caught you."

The torches were lit one after another, and the figures of Wei Yiwei from Zuo Tun and Wei Yiwei from the right appeared.

Fan Zheng felt that a team of guards was not careful day and night, so he asked Shangguan Huairen to borrow a team of Yi Guards to jointly set up a trap.

Finally, the efforts were not in vain, perhaps because the guards from the right had left the city to wipe out the mountain beasts, and the remnants of the Maitreya Sect were finally dispatched to save people, or to kill them.

Maitreya taught everyone to swing their knives wildly, and rushed towards Yiwei. The three-legged cat's martial arts skills were terrible, and he might be able to last a few times alone.

The leading man was subdued, revealing a majestic face.

Zhizhong in the prison glanced at the man and turned pale with shock: "Isn't this Fu Shengsheng? Didn't he drown?"

Fu Sheng, who was bound to the point of being unable to move, quacked and laughed: "The head of this sect is the new Buddha, how can he die in mere water and fire?"

Walking to Li Yi's mansion outside, his eyes were full of admiration: "My brother's arrangement, I thought it was unnecessary, but I didn't expect to make a great contribution."

Fan Zheng smiled faintly: "The biggest loophole in the judgment that day was who exactly did Yu Chunren use to silence him? The reason why I didn't leave was because I was waiting for new officials from the imperial court. The purpose of my stay in Nuoshui was to fish out They come."

As for the person who came here was Fu Shengsheng, who was said to have drowned in the legend, and the leader of the Maitreya Sect, that was an extra joy.

The previous "drowning" was either pretending to be dead by holding one's breath with a secret method, or it was a substitute.

"Fu Shengsheng, is it after Master Fu?"

Fan Zheng sighed infinitely.

A good school of religious academics has turned into a thousand-year-old cancer, rebelling and killing for a living, no wonder the later dynasties don't want to see it.

No matter how you wash it, charcoal is charcoal, and it cannot be washed white.

For the memorial of meritorious service, he rushed to Chang'an with six hundred miles.

The maximum expedited rate is [-] miles, but that is not allowed for non-combat situations.

Not to mention, the importance of the post house that the Ministry of War and the Driving Department spends a lot of money on every year is reflected at this time.

Shan Liao was officially divided internally, and the village that was willing to surrender had to register again with the Nuoshui county government.

A few small jars of bird's vinegar, dried hairy deer topped with Sichuan pepper and dogwood, and a plate of Gengxiang were also sent over, and by the way, the usual surplus was settled.

Buying and selling is buying and selling, don't talk about human feelings at every turn.

On the contrary, the appearance of Pan Ying'er surprised Fan Zheng a little. Sister Wazi smiled and held a fist-sized peach in her palm.

This time, Lu Yi had grown a little, took the peach, washed it briefly, and handed it to Fan Zheng.

Trying to eat is only suitable when there is no trust. Trying to eat now will inevitably be embarrassing.

When Fan Zheng took a bite, the peach juice splashed, the fragrance was sweet and not greasy, and the slightly yellowish pink flesh made people's appetite double.

It's a pity that the traffic conditions here make it too difficult to transport to Chang'an.

Fan Zheng gave a thumbs up with sticky hands, and Pan Yinger giggled.

The village, which vowed not to surrender, was also surrounded and suppressed by the You Houwei with all its strength, and even if there were caves, there were not many people to hide. Shangguan Huairen captured ten village elders and a thousand men and women from the mountains.

The fate of Zhai Lao is doomed, and the captured wild men and women will probably be moved to other places.

The new Bizhou officials were in place, and after a simple handover, Fan Zheng and Li Yifu escorted Yu Chunren and Fu Shengsheng, and returned to the court with You Houwei.

Inexplicably, I have the feeling that the right guard is a guard of honor.

(End of this chapter)