Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 524 Late Night Talk

  That night, Liu Xie was not the only one who didn't sleep...

  In the hall of Wang Yunwang Situ's Mansion, candles were brightly lit.

The most conspicuous thing in the middle of the hall is the engraved wooden screen with black paint as the background, but the appearance of a tiger is outlined with gold foil. The tiger pattern shines brightly under the candlelight, as if it is ready to Like throwing it out.

  Before the black-lacquered gold tiger-pattern screen is the main seat. A black lacquered table case was also placed on a section of fine matting with a hundred stalks, only with golden borders at the corners. The desktop is very thick, even more than the width of five fingers, which looks stable and grand.

  Mainly black, supplemented by gold, decorating the entire Wang Yun's reception hall, amidst the solemnity, it also shows a compelling aura of wealth.

Although Feiqian had been waiting here for a long time, he was still meticulous and did not dare to slack off. He kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his mouth, and sat upright on one side of the hall, not daring to look around wantonly. Looking around with the corner of his eye.

   There was a sound of footsteps.

   Fei Qian hurriedly stood up to greet him.

  I saw a servant leading the way in front of the lantern, and Situ Wangyun came striding forward under several guards.

  Fei Qian hurriedly stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Your official has taken the liberty to come here and disturb the prince. It is really a crime worthy of death."

Wang Yun laughed twice, sat down on the seat, and signaled Fei Qian to sit down, first stroked his beard, brushed the folds on his clothes, and then said slowly: "Let Ziyuan wait for a long time." .What's the matter, but it's okay to say."

Fei Qian knew in his heart that most of Wang Yun's smile at the moment was because of his auspicious face, otherwise, even if he was a fake Zhonglang general who was younger than two thousand stones, he would see him without an appointment. It is not an easy task for the dignified general to manage the political affairs of Shangshutai.

   And Wang Yun’s subtext is also very obvious, if Feiqian is not here to report some important national affairs, hehe...

  Fei Qian took out a small bamboo tube from his bosom, and the waiter at the side hurried forward, took it with both hands, and handed it to Wang Yun.

Wang Yun held the sleeves in one hand, and gently picked up the small bamboo tube with the other. Seeing that the wax on the bamboo tube had been broken, he couldn't help frowning and looked at Fei Qian, and then patted the bottom of the bamboo tube with his finger to let the bamboo tube The fine silk inside fell out.

Wang Yun slowly unfolded the thin silk, squinted his eyes, and held it from a distance. Then, when he looked under the light, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide in an instant, opened his mouth suddenly, but closed his mouth immediately, and looked around with his eyeballs. , holding the thin silk tightly in his hand, he ordered: "Serve tea!"

   Then Wang Yun closed his eyes and sat quietly like a wood carving.

It wasn't until the waiter brought the boiled tea soup that Wang Yun waved his hand, causing the waiter to step back far away, spread the thin silk on the table again, read it several times carefully, and then raised his head to stare at the tea. Looking at Feiqian, he said in a deep voice: "This is military, why did you give it to the old man?"

  Fei Qian got up quickly, and replied with some embarrassment: "This... the lower official didn't think much about it, the matter is urgent, and the Taiwei... the prince is in charge of political affairs, and the grand sacrifice is coming...so..."

   What Fei Qian said was a bit messy, but Wang Yun understood it and smiled.

The Taiwei was originally in charge of the country's military, and of course the first person responsible for such things, but since Zhang Wen was killed by Dong Zhuo, no one has been appointed as the Taiwei, and it has been suspended until now, so Fei Qian said that he didn't know who to turn to. , barely make sense.

   But what is more important now is that the grand ceremony is about to be held. If such negative news about hedging suddenly comes out, it will inevitably lead to a great discount of Wang Yun's original intention.

Moreover, Fei Qian is the initiator of auspiciousness, such a news is also not good for Fei Qian himself, so for Fei Qian, he chose to report this news to Wang Yun at the first time, instead of reporting it to the imperial court, and announced it satisfactorily. The world knows it, so it makes sense.

As long as it is within the scope of his control, Wang Yun doesn't care about Fei Qian's careful thinking, and what Fei Qian does is indeed beneficial to Wang Yun, so Wang Yun exposes Fei Qian's seemingly unreasonable actions .

   "The above said, but is it true?"

  Fei Qian wanted to get up to answer again, but Wang Yun waved his hand, signaling Fei Qian to sit down and talk.

Fei Qian bowed his hands in thanks, and then said: "As far as I know, it should be the truth. Over the years, in the land of Yan Dai, there has been a long drought in summer and severe cold in winter, and the vegetation has been destroyed. Hu people have a lot of cattle and sheep... This autumn's temperature...so... Xianbei went south to plunder, almost a foregone conclusion..."

The Hu people are such a bird of virtue, and Wang Yun also knows that as long as there is a disaster, they must try their best to get it back from the heads of the Han people. man's plunder.

Looting is not a problem. For Wang Yun, what is the border county used for? Will it be used to share the worries of the central court soon? Besides, the barbarian looting usually withdraws before the complete winter, so in most cases it is not a problem. Will affect Jingzhao area...

  However, the scale of this time...

  Wang Yun had a headache, and suddenly thought of an urgent military report from Xihe County that he had received yesterday, saying that he had noticed an abnormal movement in Xianbei in the north...

  Compared with the information at hand, the purpose of this change is obvious.

  Wang Yun tapped the fine silk on the table with his knuckles, and said, "Who passed this on?"

Fei Qian said with a bit of shame: "Prince Mingjian, my officer... I have some contacts with the Southern Huns in Fuluo..." These days, the friends of the gentry must be the gentry. Although it is understandable that people like Fei Qian are for the military affairs of the state, But it will also be ridiculed by some gentry children for being contaminated with fishy smell...

  Wang Yun squinted his eyes and smiled, and said with relief: "Share the country's worries, and stop caring about other people's gossip!"

  Fei lurked and worshiped, and said gratefully: "A word from the prince is enough to comfort my life!"

  Wang Yun asked Fei Qian to lie flat, while muttering in his heart:

   It seems that it is probably the message from the Huns...

  Besides, the Southern Huns are also just above this route, so...

  However, a barbarian is still a barbarian after all...

   "According to Ziyuan's opinion, how credible are the Xiongnu?" Wang Yun squinted his eyes and looked at Fei Qian and asked.

   Feiqian said decisively: "My lord, the barbarians don't understand the truth, don't know etiquette, don't know how to write, so they can't be trusted! But..."

  Fei Qian's resolute and correct political line obviously reached Wang Yun's heart, so he nodded slightly, signaling Fei Qian to continue talking.

   "...But barbarians are all interested in profit! To tell you the truth, the subordinate officials have a few victorious troops, and they need some money and silk, even the compatriots will not be merciless."

  Wang Yun lowered his head and smiled, thinking in his heart, although he has some insight, but no matter what, he is still a young man...

  Are there only barbarians in the world who are interested in profit?

   Joke! Isn't it true that the Han people can forget about it if they have a little bit of interest, and the number of cannibalism is much less than that of the Hu people?

  However, this is a way of thinking...

   The cat in my hometown has given birth to a litter of cubs. It has been a few weeks now, but they haven’t come to the ground yet...

   soft...

   Every time the old cat sees the author stretching his head to look at the cubs, he will run over and block it with his body...

  (end of this chapter)