Sir Hong shook his head helplessly. These spies from the Fu Shui Chamber were too careless. The things they sent over every few days were either wrinkled, as if they had been pulled out of the water, or grit could still be shaken out of them. Today, it was even more exaggerated. It was even stained with blood.
In the dusk outside the room, the young spy raised his arm and fiercely wiped his eyes. Then he walked down the steps and left with large strides.
The spy saw a young man in casual clothes standing at the door to the courtyard. The two looked at each other. The spy's eyes were filled with well-hidden wariness. His intuition told him that if this person was an enemy, he would probably die. The two brushed past each other. Even though the young spy knew that this person could appear in the protectorate personally watched by Sir Chu, he was definitely not a spy from Beimang. However, the young man still subtly bent down slightly, one hand tucked into his sleeve. Only when the distance between them increased did he feel relieved. He realized that his hand holding the dagger was covered in sweat. The young spy was somewhat curious. That person was not very old, so why was he able to make him unconsciously assume a posture as if he was facing a great enemy?
When Hsu Fengnian quietly walked into the room, Wang Guifang, whose desk was near the door, raised his eyelids. He only thought that this was another spy from the Fu Shui Chamber. He stood up and extended his hand.
Hsu Fengnian asked quietly, "Where is the thing that was just sent over?"
Yu Dezhi suddenly raised his head. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the incognito King of Beimang shake his head slightly. He understood and stood up, handing the paper to Hsu Fengnian.
He was none other than Yu Luandao, the eldest grandson of the Yu family, a powerful clan in the Central Plains. His pseudonym was Yu Dezhi, and he worked as a handyman in this house. He was a nobody, and he spent all his time picking and choosing from those secret records and documents. In fact, as long as Yu Luandao wanted to get an official position, Hu Kui, the Provincial Governor of Liangzhou, who was deeply respected by Hsu Fengnian, could make him a fourth-rank general, not to mention others. The piece of paper that Yu Luandao handed to Hsu Fengnian was a page from the famous prose collection 'Small Window Leisure' written by Liu Jingsheng, the literary giant of the former Southern Tang Dynasty. It was widely circulated among the remaining elders of the Spring and Autumn Period. However, the pages of this Southern Tang edition could not be considered very valuable, and the text on the page was also very popular. However, the line of hastily written words added at the end of the page might not be worth a thousand gold, but it was definitely more valuable than the life of the writer.
Before the great battle, the scouts would die first.
But many people didn't know that spies would die earlier. Moreover, they would only die silently. It couldn't even be considered tragic.
Yu Luandao wanted to open his mouth to explain that those scattered, obscure, and unwritten words should be linked together in the secret file unique to Fu Shui Room to explain why. Outsiders didn't know that Fu Shui Room had an extremely hidden 'Book of Explaining Words'. Different death warriors and spies corresponded to their own written explanations. Therefore, even if a secret spy report was intercepted by Beimang, it would still be meaningless. The spy who sent this page was codenamed '24' in Fu Shui Room. Yu Luandao needed to flip to the 24th chapter of the 'Book of Explaining Words' on his desk to obtain the exact content.
Hsu Fengnian was silent. Tightly holding the page, he walked to the wall and raised his head to look at a map of Gusai Prefecture.
Sir Hong was confused. Unlike those inflexible spies of Fu Shui Room, he guessed that this person might be the son of a general who was related to some important figure in the Protectorate. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to walk into this room. Looking at the situation, Yu Dezhi, whom he and Wang Guifang privately said was' Yu Dezhi ', was most likely familiar with this person. Sir Hong pulled on Yu Dezhi's sleeve and said softly, "Little Yu, is this your friend? This is against the rules. If the Protector-General finds out, you and I will both have to bear the consequences … "
Yu Luandao said softly, "It's fine."
Even the usually easy-going Sir Hong couldn't help but feel anxious. The rules set by Protector-General Chu were greater than the sky at the border of Beiliang. How could a little scholar say it was fine? When the time came, everyone in the room would be implicated by Yu Dezhi, who had broken the rules!
Just as Sir Hong was about to remind the young man that it was time to leave the room, he suddenly heard the man murmur, "The historian's family is unfortunate, the country is fortunate, the country does not prosper, the family prospers …"
Sir Hong, who had studied hard for many years, immediately understood. Wasn't this a passage written by the great Southern Tang prose master Liu Jingsheng in 'Small Window Leisure'?
Next, Sir Hong saw the young man gently smooth out the wrinkled page and hand it back to Yu Dezhi.
Yu Luandao took the page and handed it to Sir Hong. He said indifferently, "Sir Hong, this page can be filed away. I have already deciphered the words on the page. In a moment, I'll have to trouble you to have someone send it to Protector-General Chu's study. "
Sir Hong took the page and glanced at it. He didn't have a deep impression. He only felt that the strokes were stiff and the transitions were stagnant.
The woman played with the blade and the man embroidered flowers. It was truly unsightly.
Sir Hong suddenly raised his head and saw the young man looking at him expressionlessly. He was immediately frightened.
But soon, the young man smiled and said softly, "Does Sir feel that the words on the page are somewhat unsightly?"
Having been seen through, Sir Hong smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to respond.
That person didn't make a fuss and only raised his voice slightly. "Everyone in the room has worked hard."
After saying this, Sir Hong didn't have time to criticize before he walked straight to the door.
Sir Hong first saw Wang Guifang standing dumbstruck at the door. Then he saw Beiliang's Protector-General Chu Lushan, cavalry commander Yuan Zuozong, infantry commander Yan Wenluan, and many other people standing behind them. Sir Hong didn't dare to keep looking.
If this wasn't shocking enough, then what made Sir Hong's scalp tingle was that the young man had just stepped over the threshold and walked out.
Outside the house, a small group of people who deserved to be called the most powerful people in Northern Liang were all making way for him.
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