Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 2958 Looking at each other and hating each other, will be at odds with each other

   night.

   deep.

  An unremarkable small courtyard on Chang'an East Avenue.

  The gate of the courtyard was closed, but those standing in the corridors and shadows in the courtyard were all Wei Yan's elite troops.

  The courtyard was dim, with only a dim yellow light flickering.

  Wei Yanjing was standing beside the lights, and on the desk was the sword that accompanied him in his travels across Sichuan and Shu, north and south. The Jai Zi carved on the handle of the saber is wide open with its fangs exposed.

   Wei Yanyan rubbed his hand lightly on the handle of the knife, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

  In the inner courtyard of the house, Wei Yan's elite trilogy was as silent as statues.

  Changan Sansuke is about to stir up trouble, and what role will Wei Yan himself play in it?

  Wei Yan has not seen blood for a long time when he arrived in Chang'an.

  Tonight may be the prelude to the war!

  Wei Yan admires Fei Qian, but today, he also has a deeper understanding of Pang Tong.

  Under Wuguan City, it was Wei Yan who saw Pang Tong's methods, and now, he saw that as a counselor and a civil servant, Pang Tong's courage and guts were as tough as steel. In the face of the coming threat from Shandong, not only did he not back down in the slightest, but he even tried to lure him, and he was not afraid of the outbreak of war at all!

  Everyone knows that if there is a loss in Chang'an, the hussars' foundation will inevitably be in turmoil, and under such circumstances, Pang Tong still gave Wei Yan an order to set fire to two granaries to lure the enemy...

  When the fire comes together, it will inevitably move people's hearts.

   In the interior, those who run around like dogs and dogs, and those with impure thoughts, will inevitably be turbulent!

   Outside, those who are corrupt and perishing, those with malicious intentions, must covet it!

   This fire was born like a lotus flower.

  The root is in the mud, the stem is in the water, but the flower is on the water.

   It's like Wei Yan himself.

  His roots, in the mud, dirty, struggling.

  In history, Wei Yan, who was born in the army, was on the stage of Sichuan and Shu as a part of Liu Bei. The current Wei Yan's starting point is relatively higher, but when facing the Sichuan and Shu gentry, the Guanzhong surnames, and even those centuries-old families in Shandong...

  Wei Yan? Where is your native place? Who are the ancestors?

  It’s like children in the courtyard of future generations meet, “Who is your father?” What is the rank? 』

   Whenever this happens, Wei Yan is particularly unconvinced. If the world is all about fighting for your father, then why do you have to work **** your own? How many years have passed since the enfeoffment of Zhou Tianzi in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the voices of princes and generals Xiangning are also changing in the rain and snow, and Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, is just a small pavilion chief!

  Why is it that now, there are still people asking who is the father? !

   Instead of looking at what he did!

  Wei Yan admires those who have real skills, but for those who only have father skills...

  『Chick. 』

  In history, Wei Yan originally stretched out the rhizome, bloomed the lotus on the water surface, and looked up at the sky. Wei Yan in history is sad. His sorrow is that he followed Liu Bei for too short a time, but met Zhuge Liang for too long.

  Liu Bei dared to take risks, dared to take risks himself, dared to take risks. He had struggled in the wind and rain all his life, so he looked at Wei Yan who was struggling hard, just like looking at his young self. Liu Bei is more willing to give Wei Yan more opportunities and space to wait for Wei Yan's growth and bloom. But Zhuge Liang didn’t dare to take risks. In the novel, his only risk was empty city plan, but in reality, he didn’t dare to bear all the risks in order to protect the interests of Jingxiang Group. Instead, he pushed it to Ma Su...

   But now, the opportunity to bloom is right in front of you.

   Wei Yan smiled, but his hands were grasping tightly, as if he wanted to grasp the line engraved on the handle of the knife. The sword in his hand is Wei Yan's "Wu Hook", and he will use his own ability to "seek the Marquis" instead of relying on some "father" to ascend to the high hall!

   Above the wall in the corner of the courtyard, a voice suddenly came, "General! The general's mansion has sent a signal! 』

   Wei Yan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly there was light in his eyes, "According to the plan, burn the warehouse!" Close the street! Anyone who dares to take the opportunity to create chaos and fish in troubled waters will be killed without mercy! 』

   There was a song in the courtyard, and there was a loud response, and then they filed out.

   Wei Yan was the last one to walk, and when he left the courtyard, he turned his head to look at the General's Mansion.

   The lights in the shape of a product are flickering.

  『Hehe...』 Wei Yan chuckled lightly, and said in a cheerful voice, 『My lord, don’t worry... If Cao’s army comes with 100,000 troops, I will swallow it, and if it comes with 200,000 troops, I will refuse it myself! But, before that, it’s time to sing…”

  The fire is raging.

   Light up the night sky of Chang'an.

Many Lifangs were alarmed, and soon the Fangding and the inspectors were dispatched. On the one hand, they shouted to maintain order, and on the other hand, they dispatched firefighters to help. However, the fire-fighting facilities prepared by Fangding are generally aimed at ordinary families in the workshop. However, in the face of the current raging fire in the warehouse, it is a bit of a drop in the bucket. At most, it can only stop the spread of the fire, but it cannot extinguish the flames of the warehouse.

  And everyone knows that once the granary burns, even if it is rescued, the food in the granary will be wasted.

  Wei Yan and the inspectors of each Lifang quickly controlled the situation in the city and kept the fire within a limited range.

   It's just that in the hearts of some people in Chang'an, the fire that ignited in the hearts of some people is beyond Wei Yan's control...

  Sima Yi is also watching the fire.

"Where you look at the fire, it should be Changping in the city, the second warehouse in Changping..." Sima Yi said in a low voice, "This second warehouse was built when the hussars first arrived in Chang'an. It’s common sense, but…”

  Sima Hui sat behind him and hummed, "Pang Shiyuan is not the type to panic when things happen. 』

  Si Mayi nodded, "It's probably a trick. 』

  Sima Hui said with a smile: "That's it, just watch the fire from the other side." 』

  『…』 Sima Yi didn't answer, but there seemed to be some fire beating in his eyes.

  Sima Hui frowned slightly, he knew his nephew very well, he was capable, but also ambitious, "Yi'er, what are you... wanting to do?" 』

  『Looking at the fire from the other side, although it’s safe...』 Sima Yi said slowly, "My uncle... but my nephew always feels that it’s a bit less tasteful..."

  Sima Hui frowned slightly, stroked his beard and said, "Now that I am Wenhua...why do you take risks?" 』

  Now in Qinglong Temple, as long as Sima Hui sticks to the center, is impartial, and maintains the path of seriousness and righteousness, he will be a monument of culture in Chang'an, and even Dahan. And Sima Hui has no sons. Although Sima Yi is called a nephew, he is actually like his own son.

  Therefore, generally speaking, most of Sima Hui's cultural heritage will fall on Sima Yi's head. Sima Yi didn't even need to do anything, he just waited, and naturally a good work was indispensable.

  However, Sima Yi felt that there was also a fire burning in his heart, which made his throat a little thirsty, "The battle between things is just around the corner!" This may be a great opportunity for thousands of years! Nephew... Nephew really doesn't want to sit here... Wouldn't he be in the same company as those mediocre people? ! 』

  『…』 Sima Hui heaved a sigh of relief, 『So, where are you going? 』

  Sima Yi looked back to the northeast, "Hedong! Cao Jun wants to attack key points, so he must go to Hedong! Hushi's old residence and Sima's new residence are all in Hedong! Protect Pingyang, but also Sima! 』

  He wants to get involved in military power!

  He wants military merit!

  Sima Hui pondered for a long time, "If this is the case, the Sima family will no longer have any back-and-forth with Shandong..."

  Sima Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "When Hanoi expelled my father in the past, did Cao Jun think about any "maneuvering"?" 』

  『Mmm…』Sima Hui pondered for a moment, then finally nodded,『Forget it. up to you. Just... be careful..."

  Sima Yi bowed his head and paid respects at Sima Hui's knees.

  『Battle has no eyes, be careful...』 Sima Hui took a long breath.

  The long night will eventually pass.

  The flame is also extinguished.

  But this seemingly harmless fire caused many people to move involuntarily...

  The changes in Chang'an made many people worry, but also made many people happy. Worrying and happy are clearly in the same place, but they seem to be separated into two different worlds.

Of course, there are more ignorant people, still living step by step, completely ignorant of what happened and its significance, they don't even know what is going on in Chang'an, and how many officials are trembling Anxiety, they just know that the autumn harvest is over, and if they are busy for a while, they will be able to go to winter leisure.

  Hussars were complete before.

  Before Chang'an was also glamorous.

   Now, it seems that there are some cracks.

  A window is complete. When everyone passes by the window, they will be honest and orderly, but as long as there is a crack in a small piece of the window...

  A small crack, but the whole window has to bear the consequences.

  It's like letting the whole society bear the consequences when a very small number of boxers fight.

  When the era of bad luck comes, whoever has no lower limit in his heart will become the winning Ah Q. Everyone thinks that they are the special one and can be exempted from the broken end, but they don't know that once the windows are broken, the house will also collapse. Or even if you understand it in your heart, you can still use the phrase "a generation will do what a generation does" to get over it, completely forgetting that if the great man thought so back then, he might not have mushrooms in his hands now.

  When the Wuhuluanhua did not really descend on the Shandong gentry, how could these Shandong gentry children believe that one day their wives and children would be shackled and become two-legged sheep?

  Because everyone is ephemeral, the future is just a dream.

  Changan Sansuke built by Feiqian is like a beautiful new house.

  Lu Bu is now the most obvious crack on the window of this exquisite house.

  Now everyone is staring at that crack, trying to smash all the windows, and the house is torn apart.

  Pang Tong, as the housekeeper staying in Chang'an, directly bypassed Fei Zhen this time, and ordered the three assistants in Chang'an to enter a state of combat readiness, and at the same time dispatched Kan Ze to investigate the cause of the fire in the second warehouse in Chang'an and Pingping...

  According to the truth, it is generally quieter near the official residence.

  But today's quietness is unavoidably depressing.

  Even the officials who came and went, they all lightened their steps and exchanged glances with each other.

  In this world, the species that is best at observing words and expressions must belong to officials. Every official who is willing to climb up will be good at observing every facial expression of his boss and obtain some key information from it.

Now the officials in the government office have noticed that there seems to be a faint taste of the coming wind and rain in the air. In order not to be troubled by the fish in the pond, these small officials try to shorten the time of exposure to the outside world as much as possible, keeping their heads down. Act like everyone is very busy.

  The storm is finally coming...

The noisy sound came from a distance, and some alert little officials immediately changed their expressions, some escaped by the things at hand, and some slipped to the ground because their excrement turned into yellow sand, but there were always some small officials. The official reacted a little slower, and before he had time to change, he was bumped into by Wei Yan who was rushing over, and then he was directly hit by Wei Yan into a rolling gourd.

  『Pang Shiyuan! Wei Yan yelled, "Come out to someone!" 』

   Wei Yan didn't bring many people with him, nor did he bring any weapons, but even so, it wasn't something the frail officials around him could stop him.

  Wei Yan rushed into Pang Tong's official residence angrily, kicked the little official who came to try to stop him and flew out, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and then he pushed the door open with a bang, "Pang Shiyuan! Who gave you the guts to review Yu Mou? ! 』

  『Bold! 』Pang Tong had a sullen face, his three-tiered chin was almost dripping, and he slapped the table with a bang.

  Wei Yan pointed at Pang Tong, "Pang Shiyuan! A certain official position was bestowed by the lord! Why are you checking me out? ! 』

   Wei Yan was furious, as if Pang Tong didn't give an explanation, and he was about to rush forward and wrestle with Pang Tong.

  Pang Tong said in a deep voice: "A certain order in charge of Xishangshutai naturally has the right to investigate you!" 』

  『The lord is still here! "Wei Yan jumped, "Pang Shiyuan, you are trying to use this to make trouble, to monopolize the power!" 』

  『Nonsense! Pang Tong said angrily, "Wei Wenchang, don't be ignorant of what's good or bad!" 』

  The two of them immediately looked like enemies, you glared at me, and I glared at you.

  At this moment, the guards of the official soldiers who were on duty came in a hurry, and then collided with the guards of Wei Yan who were guarding the door.

  After posing his posture, Pang Tong ordered the official guards who rushed to maintain order to retreat, and by the way, all the eyes of the little officials who poked their heads out...

  『Master Wen, this isn’t pretending enough...』 Pang Tong slapped the table loudly, then threw the volume of text in his hand out of the window with a clatter, but lowered his voice, “Where’s the knife? Where's the Yazi sword that you keep in your hand all day long? 』

   Wei Yan looked left and right, overturned a wooden shelf used to release the text, and then threw it into the yard with his hands, "Lingjun, the knife should be forgotten... The knife is too exaggerated, no one will believe it..."

  Pang Tong laughed and said, "Why? There are certain things they are willing to believe... Forget it, smash that without a knife, yes, that jar...』

  Wei Yan stepped forward, picked up the hexagonal corrugated bottle containing some scrolls, and slammed it on the floor with a clatter.

  『Bold! Wei Wenchang, are you planning to rebel? ! ’ Pang Tong yelled at the top of his voice, then lowered his voice, ‘Has the soldiers been arranged properly? Especially in Zhongnan Mountain...』

  Mount Zhongnan has always been known as the shortcut to Chang'an.

  Since it is called a shortcut, there must be a reason for the shortcut.

  In this Zhongnan Mountain, there are many places suitable for living, neither too far from Chang'an, nor exposed. And this point has become the best place for some people to hide their hands or avoid arrest.

  『Pang Shiyuan! Do nothing! My lord will never agree! Wei Yan shouted, took out a piece of silk cloth from his sleeve, stepped forward, handed it to Pang Tong, and lightly drew a few times on the map.

  On the silk cloth, Wei Yan marked some places he had explored during this period of time, and also pointed out that there were some suspicious things in these places...

In this era, it is easy to say that it is necessary to hide the population. After all, people today are not like those in later generations. Without electricity or Internet, it is like killing your own. If you build a cottage in the mountains or something, if you eat With reserves, you may not come out to see people for several months. Coupled with the reputation of building other courtyards, hiding a hundred or eighty people in one place is nothing at all.

  In order not to startle the snake, Pang Tong did not attack these people for the time being, but passed it on to Wei Yan, so that Wei Yan's mountain scouts could watch.

After all, there are many caravans coming and going to and from Chang'an, and there are also many gentry children. In a caravan or a queue of gentry, if there are dozens of people missing one or two, basically they will not be discovered, even if they are discovered , It is said that he died of an emergency and was thrown into a ravine for mass burial, but no flaws can be found. Over the years, some extra population will naturally be stranded in Chang'an.

   There are also smuggling channels...

  『Wei Wenchang! Pang Tong shouted, "Don't go too far!" 』Then pointed to another crock.

   Wei Yan understood, so he stepped forward to pick it up and threw it out. It hit the corridor with a bang, smashed into pieces, and then shouted, "Pang Shiyuan! You are persecuting us! 』

  After reading the silk cloth, Pang Tong gathered it into his sleeves, and then took a tiger charm from his bosom to Wei Yan, and said softly: "Okay, let's do it according to the plan... as soon as possible... Cao Jun will do it soon..."

   Seeing that Wei Yan had hidden the Tiger Talisman, Pang Tong immediately shouted again, "Wei Wenchang! Don't think that this order is not good for the sword! 』

   Wei Yan saluted Pang Tong solemnly, but shouted, "Pang Shiyuan! Misleading the country and harming the master! Incompetent people! 』

  The two clattered and threw things again. After a while, Wei Yan slammed the door and left, and the official guard did not dare to stop him.

  Pang Tong chased out with disheveled hair and crooked crown, standing in the courtyard, jumping and cursing.

   The two were at odds, and Wei Yan made a big fuss in the government office, and might have even sent a message about Pang Tong, flying around flickeringly as if he had grown wings.

  Even though Pang Tong issued the ban, the problem is that Wei Yan’s disturbance in the officialdom was not only seen by one or two people. If there are too many bans, it is equivalent to no ban.

   The issue of discord between generals and generals suddenly became a haze that shrouded the city of Chang'an...

  (end of this chapter)