After a long while, Li Yun stopped in front of a house and gestured to Dian Yan. Dian Yan understood and handed him the key.
With a twist, it opened.
"This is arranged by the lord for Mister Wei. Since you are with him, stay here for the time being."
Li Yun handed the key back to Dian Yan.
This was a house with three entrances. Although there were no luxurious decorations in the house, everything was there.
Zhang Ping was dazzled.
"Then … what about Zixiao?" Zhang Ping didn't forget about his companion.
Li Yun answered briefly, "Still in the district headquarters. The lord is taking care of him. When he recovers, he will move here."
Zhang Ping secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
It seemed that the lord admired Zixiao's talent very much. That was why she arranged it so meticulously.
Li Yun was a meticulous person. He found clothes suitable for Dian Yan and Zhang Ping's physique. They could change into them after washing up.
However, there were no servants in the house. They had to do things like chopping firewood and lighting the fire themselves.
Before leaving, Li Yun left a few taels of silver. If they were hungry later, they could find food on the streets.
"It's unbelievable …"
Zhang Ping watched Li Yun leave. Looking around the house, he still felt like he was dreaming.
After a while, he and Dian Yan huddled around the charcoal brazier to keep warm.
"Ping can now understand why Zixiao is so insistent on coming to Xiangyang district. To be able to govern a rundown district to its current state in just half a year, there must be a great talent. Perhaps that district magistrate is a wise ruler that Zixiao favors … "
Dian Yan nodded in agreement.
After a while, Dian Yan said, "Mister Xiheng, I heard that the district is recruiting soldiers. I want to give it a try."
Zhang Ping looked at Dian Yan and said, "A real man is born to build a great career. Now that I see it, Xiangyang district is also a place with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. With brother Dian's ability, it's good to give it a try. "
Now that the world is in chaos, if you don't think of ways to become stronger, who knows when you will become a pile of bones by the roadside?
Dian Yan asked, "Then what plans does Mister Xiheng have?"
Zhang Ping was stunned. He followed Wei Ci all the way north because he was worried. Now that the mission was accomplished, he didn't know what to do next. He said, "I don't know yet … probably think of a way to return to my hometown or find a beautiful place to live in seclusion and become an idle person …"
Dian Yan persuaded, "Mister Xiheng, it's so chaotic outside. How dangerous would it be for you to travel alone? Why don't we settle it here? "
Zhang Ping smiled and said in a carefree manner, "I'm not as talented as Zixiao. At most, I'm a craftsman. I don't do any proper work."
He could not be considered a qualified scholar of the School of Mohism. He liked to tinker with those mechanical objects and did not have a deep understanding of the School of Mohism.
That was why he mocked himself as a "craftsman".
He did not have many real friends around him, and it was only by chance that he met Wei Ci.
Dian Yan didn't understand this and didn't know how to comfort Zhang Ping.
Whether it was Mr Zi Xiao or Mr Xiheng, to Dian Yan, they were both good people, and good people should be rewarded.
This winter was destined to be an important turning point in the history of the future.
In November, Dongqing, Zhongzhao, Beiyuan, and Xichang were unable to provide aid in time. The four factions of Nanman attacked the capital of Nansheng and fought a bloody battle. After besieging the capital for two months, the four factions of Nanman completely conquered the capital of Sheng. Nansheng was destroyed!
The kings of the four factions of Nanman gave the order to massacre and allowed the soldiers to kill in the imperial city for a day and a night.
The next day, the heads of all the men in the imperial family of Nansheng were hung on the city gate, one after another. They died with their eyes open. The women of the imperial family were all made into female slaves for people to buy and sell at will. They were trampled on and humiliated. The land of Nansheng was in a state of mourning. It was no longer as peaceful as it was in the past. The flames of war spread.
The four factions of Nanman could fight but not defend. They were harsh and greedy. The people had no way to make a living.
Under such circumstances, the flames of rebellion were ignited in the land of Nansheng, announcing the arrival of chaos.
One of the five countries in the world had fallen.
At the same time, the north and south of Dongqing were also in a state of chaos.
The north became the battlefield of the Tsing Yi army and the Red Lotus group.
In the south, Prince Changshou relied on his military strength to confront the imperial family of Dongqing across the river. The situation was tense and could break out at any moment.
Due to the cold winter, it was inadvisable to fight. Both sides temporarily rested their troops.
At the end of December, only three days before the new year, two letters were sent to the capital of Dongqing and to Prince Changshou's military tent.
Prince Changshou was a few years younger than the emperor. His private life was rather restrained and he looked much younger than his actual age.
"What is this?"
Prince Changshou was hosting a banquet for his advisors and soldiers. A messenger hurriedly came in with a letter.
The messenger said, "This letter was shot into the military tent with an arrow."
Did someone secretly report to him?
Or did an aristocratic family in Chenzhou want to rely on him and use this method to send a letter?
Prince Changshou thought about it for a while. He raised his hand and asked the messenger to present the letter.
He tore open the envelope and took out the neatly folded bamboo paper.
Using bamboo paper as a letter to send a letter?
How extravagant.
Prince Changshou snorted softly. As he read the letter, he invited his advisors and soldiers to eat and drink.
He read the letter with a smile. Many people were also secretly paying attention to his expression and guessing the contents of the letter. But …
When he read the contents of the letter clearly, the curve of Prince Changshou's lips became lower and lower. In the end, he even glared angrily. His anger rose. Prince Changshou slammed his palm on the table. His palm turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just listening to the sound made his hand hurt.
"Your Highness, what happened?" The number one advisor in the tent stepped out and asked.
If it was in the past, Prince Changshou would definitely treat him with courtesy and put on a show of harmony between the ruler and his subject.
Now, however, he was not in the mood to do so. With a whoosh, he stood up from his seat and did not even look at the strategist. Holding the letter, he walked past him and ordered the messenger, "Go find out who sent this letter!"
Everyone in the tent looked at each other.
Some people secretly mocked the advisor who rushed to slap his face, while others were curious about what was written in the letter that made Prince Changshou lose his composure. In the past, no matter how serious the matter was, Prince Changshou would always maintain his "virtuous king" demeanor of being "courteous to the wise and humble". He would rely on and trust that advisor. Now, he had slapped his face in front of everyone, which made people feel good.
The advisor only felt his cheeks burning. He was extremely embarrassed and secretly clenched his fists.
He pretended that nothing happened and sat back in his seat. But the mocking and disdainful eyes around him did not decrease.
Prince Changshou calmed himself down and regained his senses. Only then did he realize that his actions just now had offended the advisor in his tent.
But now, he was not in the mood to comfort or apologize.
He was the ruler. If he had to lower himself to apologize and comfort his subordinates just because they threw a little tantrum, it would be too unreasonable.
Prince Changshou lost his usual rationality. He could not help but take out the letter and read it again.
There was nothing written inside. There was only a string of birth characters and the words "Liu She's daughter of a concubine".
Prince Changshou would never forget this string of birth characters even if he died.
In the end, the messenger did not find the person who sent the letter.
Prince Changshou's memory returned to the past. That year, the apricot flower rain was extremely beautiful.
He thought that he could spend the rest of his life with his lover. Even if this woman was once his sister-in-law, but what did it matter?
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