Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 9
Shengdu, the prime minister's mansion.

A bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the person sitting alone under the moon is elegant and handsome, staring at the shadows of the trees in the courtyard in a trance, it is Fu Yuanzhi.

His slender fingers picked up a black ribbon, slowly wrapped his eyes, took a deep breath, got up with a flick of his sleeves, and began to walk step by step in the courtyard.

"360 Seven, 360 Eight, 360 Nine..."

As he walked, he muttered something, and the scene seemed to reappear in his mind, and he returned to the scene when he rushed to Qingzhou that day, when those bandits blindfolded him and took him up the mountain.

He has a superb memory since he was a child, and he is extremely sensitive to numbers and directions. He will never go wrong when he walks the road once, and he has the ability of photographic memory. Your steps and direction of travel.

Later, as soon as he returned to Shengdu, he began to draw the topographic map of the mountain, but it was so important that he didn't dare to take it too seriously. He walked in the courtyard every night, simulating the scene of the day, and after confirming in every possible way, did Feel relieved.

The trees in the courtyard were mottled, and the sky and the earth were quiet. When the figure counted to "420 five", he stopped. He turned his head and tilted his body slightly to the left. Go, Night Breeze passed by through his sleeves. After concentrating for a while, he continued to pace slowly.

Finally, after walking through the courtyard, Fu Yuanzhi took off the black ribbon, revealing a pair of quiet and delicate eyes.

On the stone table were pens, inks, papers and inkstones. He stared at the unfolded map for a long time, and took up a pen to make up a few more strokes in the subtleties, before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Now, it's really done.

There was a slight smile on his fair and handsome face, he picked up the wet map and looked at it slowly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "Mr. Dongyi Mountain, you can't hide your old hole anymore, you shouldn't do it." No, you shouldn't have touched my people..."

At this moment, if someone from the Fu family ran into him, he would probably be shocked, because the eldest son who is usually as gentle as jade, would appear to be a different person under the moon, revealing a fierce and decisive side.

The night wind blew, and Fu Yuanzhi's long hair flew up. He picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and solemnly wrote four words on another piece of snow-white letter paper——

Flatten the Ten Commandments.

It's not that bandits cannot be wiped out, and Dongyi Mountain is not impossible to be wiped out, but they must be famous to overcome the "checks and balances".

Today's young Wenxiu, the holy man, is most afraid of conflicts. He only wants the dragon chair to be safe, so throw him an unstable "gunpowder lead".

For this reason, Fu Yuanzhi did enough homework.

If the Holy Majesty were to know that the Dongyi Mountain Monarch commanded eighteen bandit villages, their forces were intricate and growing, and they were quite popular in the local area, and had even surpassed the prestige of the government, how would the Holy Majesty feel?
It is good to fight poison with poison, and to control fierceness with fierceness, but if the "poison" has become so big that it erodes itself, the "toughness" has already ruled the state, and the harm has long been far greater than the threat of the alien race. The so-called "checks and balances" Do you want to continue?

Thinking of this, Fu Yuanzhi curled his lips into a smile, and the clear voice seemed to echo in his ears, "Brother Shi, I will wait for you."

He took a deep breath, without further hesitation, splashed ink, and wrote like a snake, stating the local knowledge, the words of the people he heard, and even the unique "Flower God Festival" in Qingzhou. Lord Yishan is too powerful, if he continues to acquiesce and connive, and doesn't eliminate it in time, he will become a disaster for the separatist party...

While writing, he also quoted history as a mirror, and every word directly hit the king's heart. After a lot of confession, the well-organized and eloquent "Ten Commandments of Flattening" was also completed.

The moonlight dragged Fu Yuanzhi's figure extremely long. After he put away the topographic map and the "Ten Commandments of Flattening", he sat at the stone table, picked up a seal, and rubbed it carefully.

The word "Zhao" is engraved on this chapter, which is the symbol of the head of the Zhao family. This head of the Zhao family is none other than Zhao Qinghe's father, the richest man in Pingjiang, and the head of Huitong Bank.

As the saying goes, if soldiers and horses do not move, food and grass go first.

Suppressing bandits has not been an easy task since ancient times, and it requires a lot of manpower and material resources. If there is a "big rich man" who is willing to pay and bear all the costs of suppressing bandits, without using a single cent of the treasury, how can the current sage Can you not be tempted?How could the chances of winning be less than a few points?
Fu Yuanzhi planned it very well in his heart. When Zhao Qinghe returned to Shengdu, he quietly went to the Zhao Mansion to explain his intentions. He knew that Zhao Qinghe usually kept silent in the academy and only made friends with Wen Renjun, but The matter is of great importance, and he was prepared to be rejected, but he did not expect Zhao Qinghe to be so excited after hearing this, he nodded desperately, grabbed his sleeve, and said with tears in his eyes: "As long as you can save Ah Jun, no matter how much money you spend It's not a problem, Senior Brother Fu, please think of a way to rescue Ah Jun..."

Her eagerness was even more than that of Fu Yuanzhi, which made Fu Yuanzhi stunned, a little unexpected.

Everything that followed was simple and logical. Zhao Qinghe's father wanted to make friends with dignitaries, but Fu Yuanzhi also euphemistically stated that after making contributions, he would be received by the Holy Majesty. The Zhao family glanced at it, but they only paid some money, but they could get something that money couldn't buy, so why not do it?
After such lobbying, Zhao Qinghe's father was naturally moved, and immediately took out his personal seal with a smile on his face.

Even if Fu Yuanzhi couldn't persuade the emperor, or persuaded him, but the suppression of the bandits failed, his Zhao family had nothing to lose, they had actually provided food, grass and military supplies, won the favor of the emperor, and gained a good reputation .

This kind of opportunity doesn't come every day. Anyway, the Zhao family lacks everything, even if they don't lack money, so why not take a gamble?

Mr. Zhao is a straightforward businessman, completely different from Zhao Qinghe's weak and delicate. Fu Yuanzhi couldn't help laughing when he recalled it. Now that the night wind was blowing under the moon, he retracted his thoughts, gently put down the seal, and picked up a tube on the table The white jade flute stared at the moon.

Even if the chances of winning are increased by a few points, the matter of asking for an order to suppress the bandits is still not sure.

He has always been a very prudent person, knowing that only a topographic map, a letter of "Ten Commandments of Flattening", and a sum of free food and grass are not enough, so he said the same thing when he went to Fengguo Mansion. : "Aunt Mei, just wait for me, I'm still a little bit close, just wait a little longer..."

Yes, it was almost there, he was waiting for someone, or rather, he was waiting for a general.

The man's name was Hang Ruxue, he was a young general who was born out of nowhere, he became famous in the first battle, and shocked the leader. Nowadays, the government and the people are all talking about his legendary experience.

No clan support, no nobles to rely on, no party involvement, only relying on himself, one gun and one horse, across the battlefield, young and heroic, he has won a great reputation and won the reputation of "Jade Faced God of War".

After he won the first battle of fame, he fought off many Xiaoxiao for Daliang, and now he has defeated the Li people in the north, and he is about to return to the court to meet the Holy Majesty and receive the reward.

For Fu Yuanzhi, he is ready for everything, he only owes Dongfeng.

And Hang Ruxue is this shareholder style.

This young general who is said to be arrogant and does not associate with any party in the court has another identity. He was once a student of Grandpa Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuanzhi's grandfather was a highly respected Confucianist. Although he passed away, his reputation is still there, and his disciples who remember his teachings are all over the world.

Among them, Hang Ruxue was included.

"Grandpa, I only hope that you, a student, can recognize this flute and remember the kindness of my teacher..."

Whispering whispers floated in the wind, under the moonlight, Fu Yuanzhi lowered his head and stroked the jade flute in his hand, thoughtfully.

It should be enough for Hang Ruxue to lead the troops and the Zhao family to pay for it, and he will accompany him "to guide the way", right?
It is far better for a "God of War" who is full of achievements to ask for an order to suppress the bandits than to enter the palace rashly alone. If things go well, there is hope for A Jun to be rescued.

With a ready-made topographic map, free food and grass, and the army led by the God of War, not to mention the potential threat of "occupation of the state as king", the Holy One really has no reason to refuse it.

Of course, among so many bargaining chips, if you can also add Feng Guogong's desperate advice, that is, Wen Renjun's father, then it will be even more secure.

It's a pity... Fu Yuanzhi frowned slightly, remembering the scene he saw in the Fengguo Mansion, he couldn't help but snort coldly: "Aunt Mei is right, most of the heartbreakers are scholars, and close relatives of flesh and blood can be discarded like a pair of shoes. Renjing, you are really worse than a beast."

It doesn't matter if you don't want such a father, he will protect his Ah Jun himself. If he can take charge of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the future, he will also bring Aunt Mei here, so that her mother and daughter will no longer have to be angry with the eldest lady.

Thinking of this, a gleam of light appeared in those quiet and delicate eyes, and he held the jade flute tightly in the palm of his hand, saying with burning heat, "Ah Jun, wait for me, it won't be long..."

(End of this chapter)