At this moment, Shen San only had one sentence in his mind: "Your Highness is wise."
He thought and said this, knowing that the "Prince's concubine" would not be able to escape from His Highness's grasp.
After the prince recovered from his illness, his understanding and control of people's hearts had reached an advanced level. Shen San always felt that he had been seen through by the prince unknowingly.
But it doesn't matter. Since Shen San followed Xiu Yun's prompts the night before and uncovered a traitor who was trying to deliver news to the capital, Shen San's respect for the prince has reached its peak.
Everyone in the guard camp is united and dedicated to the prince. These words are no longer just flattering words that Shen San can say casually.
Shen San had met a man who was so intelligent and almost demonic before, but the prince was more humane than that man.
I don't know if it's because of the "concubine".
Shen San was a little sad. After adding new tea, he heard Xiu Yun ask: "Zui Feng Tower still has rules for re-electing the top card at regular intervals?" Shen San nodded, recalled the relevant information, and explained to
Xiu Yun: "That's true. Mr. Yun has had many benefactors before, not only in Jiangcheng, but also in dozens of surrounding cities. People come here to listen to his music. However, it is said that Mr. Yun is well-known as a noble man and has never treated him like a prince. These young masters who spread money take very seriously."
Mr. Yun was famous in Jiangcheng for his qin's music. When he first appeared in the public eye, he even wore a curtain hat to show off to others. However, just with his qin's music, many men and women were fascinated by him. It was logical that he Climb the Zui Feng Tower.
At that time, Mr. Yun was also known as the most talented Qinghuan in Daqi.
After becoming the number one, she took off her hat in response to the wishes of her patrons, and won many hearts with her beauty, and she has been firmly in the top position until recently.
But Mr. Yun suddenly fell into a trough when his reputation was at its peak, which is really strange.
Xiu Yun was a little curious: "Then who did he offend and was sent to Xuan Qing Temple?"
Shen San's face suddenly became serious, and he said: "My subordinates are incompetent and failed to investigate the reason clearly. I only heard that he wanted to give I redeemed myself and went to meet the boss behind Zui Feng Tower alone, but when I came back, I was sent to Dao Xuan Qing Temple."
People who were raised by Zuifeng Tower can only live in the building. If they dare to hope for something they shouldn't, they will inevitably die.
Mr. Yun gained fame and wealth that everyone envied in Zui Feng Tower, but he was greedy and wanted to go one step further and be the first person to get his freedom.
Unfortunately, just as Xiu Yun joked, Zui Feng Tower is just a place to raise birds and playthings, and the people in the building have no way of escaping.
After seeing too much of the prosperity of the outside world, I wanted to fly out of the cage and take a look, but I could only hit my head and bleed bloody in front of reality.
But Mr. Yun can already be regarded as the best among them. He is smart and scheming, and he knows how to adapt to changes. He has left himself a backup plan, so that he can escape on the way to Xuanqing Temple.
Now that he has entered the garrison school, as long as Xiu Yun needs to borrow his identity, there will be nothing he can do to him.
Who helped him...
Xiuyun thought carefully, waved to Shen San, and said: "I want to see the account books of the rewards from benefactors. Can I get them?"
Shen San pondered and said: "You can give it a try."
"No rush. You go down first." Xiu Yun responded and looked through the books on the table.
Shen San left with the errand.
Xiu Yun thought that this matter would take at least a day or two to plan. Unexpectedly, Shen San came back late that night with the account books.
Seeing him come in, Xiu Yun was rarely surprised: "Have you improved your martial arts recently?"
Shen San scratched his head and said with a strange expression: "No, even because I haven't practiced with others for a long time, I am a little rusty. How can you be so good? I got it quickly because the guards outside the counting house were not tight. I just wanted to give it a try at first, but I didn't expect it to be so...successful."
Although Shen San was very confident in his martial arts, it was already difficult to find an opponent in the capital. But he thinks he is not invincible. After all, it is difficult for two fists to beat four hands, and there are too many enemies for him to deal with.
A place like the accounting room should be heavily guarded no matter what, so not even a fly can get in.
Commander Shen thought that he would have to spend a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that the guards were not only not very skilled in martial arts, but also average in vigilance. They just let him come in and out, and even searched for a while. When he came out, the guards were still looking at him with bright eyes. Look straight ahead.
Shen San told Xiu Yun the situation exactly as it was, but his tone was still a little confused.
Xiu Yun groaned, as if he had thought of something, and he explained: "Maybe the people behind the scenes know that even if no guards are sent, no one would dare to act recklessly in Zuifeng Tower, especially the powerful people in Jiangcheng."
Shen San didn't quite understand. According to what the prince said, it was as if something was protecting Zuifeng Tower, intimidating all the gangsters in Jiangcheng. No one dared to act rashly, and they were even so arrogant that they didn't even bother to arrange the guards.
Xiu Yun took the account book from his hand and opened it to check.
Shen San is careful in his work. This account book belongs to Mr. Yun alone. It only records large rewards of more than one hundred taels. It started from the time Mr. Yun became famous for his qin music and ended half a month ago.
The account book is about three inches thick, and every page was squeezed out by Zuifenglou from those wealthy businessmen and powerful people through Mr. Yun.
Xiu Yun flipped through the pages very quickly. Shen San stood beside him and followed, his eyes were dazzled and he didn't know how the Crown Prince could see clearly.
Should I just flip through it casually?
As soon as Shen San's idea came to his mind, he saw Xiu Yun unfolding the account book and stopping at one page.
The above record is very interesting.
Jiangcheng garrison instructor Chen, Jiangcheng garrison instructor Wu, Jiangcheng garrison instructor Fan...
This whole page is all filled with Jiangcheng garrison instructors, and the reward they are offering is getting higher and higher, much like making an appointment to hang out at Zui Feng Tower, and finally competed for a pure husband.
The last page of the roster is "Jiangcheng garrison coach Sun", and the reward is one thousand taels.
Xiu Yun pointed at the amount recorded above and found it interesting. He asked: "Jiangcheng defenders, there is so much money to be made?"
Shen Sanyi grinned. He knew all about this kind of bad things in the military camp. He explained: "Of course there are no soldiers at the bottom. Not only are there no soldiers, they will also be suppressed a lot by the commander of the barracks. With this suppression, the salary is just There are not many coins left. They have all gone into the pockets of the people above, and they have been exploited at all levels. The ones who have gained the most are the military chiefs who manage the soldiers, except for the military clerks who have the opportunity to modify the account books."
"Every year in Jiangcheng, With so much tax paid, the local defenders... their monthly income is no more than that of the national capital."
Xiu Yun said: "This instructor named Sun should have other sources of money."
Shen San replied: "Your Highness Ying Ming, this woman's mother has a merchant background, and she is indeed the most wealthy among this group of people."
Xiu Yun's smile gradually deepened: "My martial arts skills are not low, I am not old, I have an upright appearance, and I am not a frivolous prodigal."
Following Xiu Yun . After telling Coach Sun's speculations one by one, Shen San subconsciously simulated an image in his mind, and it gradually overlapped with a figure in his memory.
Shen San's eyes were shocked and he hesitated: "He is... the person who disguised himself as a robber, rammed into the convoy, and robbed Young Master Yun in the chaos?" Xiu Yun nodded, noncommittal: "
This Young Master Yun has some tricks. I'm afraid he also Knowing that if the redemption failed, he would be catastrophic, he chose a suitable hanging person from his guests in advance to prepare for such a time."
Shen San sighed: "He probably didn't think of us when he asked us for help . His destination is also Xuanqing Temple."
"But this Jiangcheng is no safe place, and the garrison camp is even more like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. Since he wants to live freely, let him run away for the time being." Xiuyun said leisurely. He glanced at Shen San.
Once Mr. Yun leaves the garrison camp and has the opportunity to return to Jiangcheng, he will find that someone is pretending to be his identity. By then, Xiu Yun's drama will never end.
Shen San immediately nodded in response: "I understand."
*
On the other side, Jian Xun left Zui Feng Tower and returned to the garrison camp with some confusion.
Fu Jing did not drink to get drunk today. Instead, he took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed it on the stone table, splashing ink and swiping. When he heard the sound of Jian Xun jumping into the hospital, he didn't even raise his head and said, "Hey, you're back early tonight."
Jian Xunmen replied, holding the red sandalwood box in his hand, flipping his forehead and sitting down on the stone bench opposite Fu Jing.
"Why do you go to so much trouble? You can go back to the Marquis Mansion and live in both directions in the city and outside the city." Fu Jing said, writing another stroke on the rice paper.
Fu Jing was tired of seeing Jian Xun going back and forth every day, and didn't know why this man had so much energy.
The Jiangcheng garrison stayed outside the city all year round and rarely recruited troops. In addition to the established salary and salary account books that had to be compiled every month, the civil servants such as the barracks chief bookkeeper were idle and were forced to eat empty pay along with the garrison.
No one will be held responsible for whether or not he orders the order every day. Jian Xun might as well stay in the city permanently.
Jian Xun frowned and said, "My uncle's old illness has relapsed and he needs to rest. I can't go back and disturb him."
Fu Jing said in a cool tone: "Do you not want to disturb or do you not want to meet? You didn't want to return to Jiangcheng in the past few years. In order to improve martial arts, is this the reason?"
"I have no biological relationship with my uncle. What I have done goes against nature. It would be best for my uncle to draw a clear line with me as soon as possible." Jian Xun's tone became more and more cold, not wanting to Let's bring this up again now.
Fu Jing was a good person, so he stopped talking when he saw that Jian Xun didn't want to mention it.
He was not in a good mood today, otherwise he wouldn't have stepped on Jian Xun's pain without knowing the importance.
Fu Jing became increasingly irritable as he wrote. He threw away the pen in his hand, and the wolf hair exploded into a ball of black ink on the white rice paper.
The handwriting on the rice paper is vigorous and powerful, and it contains a good saying from the sages: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the past saints, and create peace for all generations."
Fu Jing and Jian Xun were taught by a master. Fu Jing is different from Jian Xun. The Master once said that he was a talented person. If he had devoted himself to the imperial examination, he might have won three yuan and Jinshi in a row by now.
But Fu Jing didn't take it seriously. Jian Xun asked him in private why he didn't take part in the imperial examination. Fu Jing only asked: "Are we going to follow my father's old path again?"
Jian Xun glanced at the handwriting on the rice paper. It was a bit sloppy, not Fu Jing's usual standard.
The stacked rice paper on which the scroll was pressed reminded Jian Xun of the paper on Xiuyun's table. Although the other party's handwriting was different from Fu Jing's style, the quality was almost the same.
Jian Xun has also heard rumors that Mr. Yun from Zui Feng Tower is very talented, but how did Xiu Yun develop such a broad vision and temperament in a place like that?
Some doubts arose in his heart.
Just as he was thinking about it, Fu Jing suddenly took away the rice paper and put it away, and Jian Xun immediately came back to his senses.
Fu Jing patted the hem of his clothes and sat down on the stone bench.
The two anxious people looked at each other in silence, realizing that each other had something on their mind that they were unwilling to say openly.
Fu Jing didn't ask in detail, just said: "Tell me, Mr. Jian, today I clearly went to see my sweetheart, but I came back with a sad face. Is it not going well?" Jian Xun was silent.
He rubbed the red sandalwood box, not knowing where to start.
He actually didn't want to talk to Fu Jing about Xiu Yun. Fu Jing lingered in Fireworks Willow Alley, but he was disgusted with that kind of place and the people there.
"I did something that annoyed him." Jian Xun said after careful consideration, "I brought him a hairpin as promised, but he thought I wanted to break up with him." These words were inconsistent with each other.
Fu Jing struggled to understand, so he had to come to the conclusion that Jian Xun cannot interact with others and has a bumpy love life.
He raised his eyes and asked, "Then do you really want to break up with him?"
"I don't know. I don't know if he is really interested in me..." Jian Xun always felt that even though Xiu Yun was focused on When he looked at him, there were emotions deep in his eyes that he couldn't explain.
At first he thought it was Xiuyun's plan for power and money against him, but after what happened today, Jian Xun understood that he was wrong. Xiuyun wanted something else more than what he could get from him.
For example, this person.
Seeing this, Fu Jing said bluntly: "No matter whether he is interested in you or not, Jian Xun, you have to see your own heart clearly. Do you really want to never see him again, become strangers, and finally spend the rest of your life with someone else?" ?"
Jian Xun was stunned for a moment and fell into deep thought.
Does he want to?
Could he really endure it and let Xiu Yun accept another benefactor and have sex with others? Can he really endure it, Xiu Yun curling his lips and whispering affectionately to another person?
As soon as these thoughts came to mind, Jian Xun felt depressed.
--He did not want that.