Chapter 177 He has to send information
On the other side, Daqi.
It's snowing again in the capital, and the glazed tiles on the palace walls are inevitably stained by snow when they are cleaned every day.
A few days ago, a batch of cold-warming supplies was transported out of Beijing. The leader was a girl wearing a red dress and holding a spear.
The second daughter of the Liu family just gave up her position as the royal concubine. Some people said she was stupid, while others said she was as good as any man.
The Liu family knew better than anyone how dangerous this trip was, so in the end they sighed and let Liu Yunyan make his own choice.
"It is better to die at the border without being able to go to the Western Regions than to be trapped in the capital and be manipulated by others." This is what Liu Yunyan said to the young master of the Shangshu family.
The imperial edict granting marriage in the palace was not issued in the end.
After that day, the scholar-general's son, who had always been playful and smiling, began to seriously prepare for the imperial examination next year.
Calculating the time, this batch of supplies will arrive in the Northland in five days.
But the news came yesterday that the mountain was closed due to heavy snowfall and support could not be moved.
Taking this road with supplies to explore the reality is equivalent to tying your head to your belt.
Si Tianjian occupies a good position. From the Star Observation Tower, you can overlook most of the imperial city, and the scenery is also very good.
Outside the lattice door, heavy snow was drifting in the air, and the flames of the copper candlesticks danced, accompanied by the subtle sound in the charcoal basin.
"Have you figured it out?"
The person on the main seat was dressed in luxurious black clothes, sitting casually, and his voice was lazy and a little impatient.
The prisoner, who had been holding the meal in hand for a long time, was sweating profusely.
He will tell you which road is passable and when the snowstorm in the North will stop!
He just reads the stars, prays for saints, and makes elixirs.
If you can calculate this accurately, you won’t become a god if you don’t cultivate!
"God's will changes, and mortals cannot detect it." Jian Zheng said in embarrassment, taking a careful look at the sword on the table.
The national master came with a sword, he really dared to take action.
"Don't you still have time to hold a blessing ceremony? Why, why don't you do something small if I ask you to do it?" Wen Zhi raised the corners of his mouth.
Jian Zheng: Small matter?
"A lower official cannot be compared with the Imperial Master."
It means, come on, you figure it out yourself.
"Why should I look for you if I know how to calculate?" Wen Zhi glanced at him.
Hearing this, all the supervisors became numb. This person was here to cause trouble. He is a national preceptor. Can he watch the stars and tell fortunes?
Who are you lying to?
"It's a matter of great importance. I really can't figure it out if I'm a low-ranking official. If I can serve the Imperial Master on other matters, I won't shirk it."
Jian Zheng had a layer of sweat on his forehead. How could he have imagined that Wen Zhi really didn't know how to do this.
However, the excuse to find trouble is true.
"The records left by the previous prison officer must not have been completely destroyed."
Wen Zhi asked with a smile. When he raised his hand to support his chin, he revealed the wooden skewer on his wrist.
The corner of the attendant's mouth twitched, and his face returned to seriousness for a second.
When the adults first wore this thing, it was as if they were afraid that others would not know it, so they showed it off.
Last time I met His Highness the Crown Prince, he seemed to know who gave it to him, and his expression was very ugly, as if someone had robbed his wife.
"Yes, yes." Jian Zheng quickly led people to the library and took out a few pieces of yellowed rice paper from the secret compartment.
The day before yesterday, His Highness King Cheng was scolded and was so frightened that he broke his head in front of the palace.
The old emperor squinted his eyes and asked calmly, "Are you looking forward to my death? You dare to take power."
The emperor, who was old and physically failing, became increasingly frightened by his mental illness and madness.
He felt that King Cheng had gone too far, but he asked the imperial advisor to supervise the country. The imperial advisor was even more arrogant and even refused to be polite when he saw the emperor.
Everyone dared to be angry but dared not speak out. They could only scold the Imperial Master behind his back for using sorcery to harm the country.
The prisoner was a member of King Cheng, and now that King Cheng had lost power, he knew in his heart that even if the Imperial Master killed him directly today, no one would be held accountable.
If you want something left behind by the previous supervisor, it's better to give it to him. "But the original," Jian Zheng said in embarrassment.
Wen Zhi glanced at him casually, sat down at the low table with something in his hand, and motioned to his entourage to make a copy.
The contents inside were of little use to him, but the design information for the layout of the imperial tomb was useful to Shen You.
Jian Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and retreated outside to wait.
The remaining manuscripts also contain paintings and a lot of knowledge about mountain topography, but they are just explained in the Feng Shui style.
It is normal for a few talented people to appear in ancient times.
Shen You said that there are also mysteries in modern history that have not been solved so far, such as push-back diagrams. There are many people who study this area, but no one understands it.
Da Qi's last eunuch had real abilities, but unfortunately, the old emperor betrayed his trust, Da Qi's national destiny declined, and there would never be another such figure.
The latter Jianzheng is not just good at refining mercury pills.
And most of the current generals are not good either.
After copying, Wen Zhi checked it, put it away, and walked out of the library.
Before leaving Si Tianjian, an urgent report was received.
The capital dealt with a group of enemy spies, but the news about the shipment of supplies was not stopped, and it is not known how much was leaked.
In addition, reinforcements from both directions were reluctant to cooperate.
The old emperor clearly asked him to supervise the country, but he actually didn't ask him to mobilize too many people. The people he killed recently and those who ransacked their homes were counted in his name.
"If the enemy's people are not wiped out, they may take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble."
He didn't care about Da Qi's life or death, but if the other party wanted to incite any prince to kill the old emperor, that wouldn't be possible.
The old emperor actually wanted to delay him until his life came to an end so that he would have no time to recover the lost territory at the border.
Even if you get the items back, the transaction is not completed.
Wen Zhi raised his hand and put the information on the candlestick and lit it on fire. Just as he was about to go out, the wind and snow outside suddenly became extremely cold.
A knife with a cold light stabbed over, and the strike was ruthless, aiming to kill him.
Wen Zhi retreated slightly to the side and kicked the person out neatly.
He wants to clear out those who collaborate with the enemy, and of course the other party also wants to strike first.
A lot of spies have been cleared recently, some of them were done by him and some were done by Li Heng.
Da Qi is almost being infiltrated into a sieve, and it would be impossible without the help of senior officials in the DPRK.
As soon as they found the clue, the assassin came.
Wen Zhi's eyes were calm, he grabbed the neck of an ordinary-looking assassin wearing Si Tianjian clothes with one hand, and asked with a smile,
"Who sent you?"
Several assassins did not expect that Da Qi's Imperial Preceptor actually had such strength.
Look at the prison officer over there, huddled behind a pillar and shouting for someone to protect him. This is a normal reaction.
The veins next to the assassin's eyes popped out and his eyes were bloodshot, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Wen Zhi smiled, let go of his hand, and pushed the half-dead assassin to the approaching imperial guards.
Li Heng wanted to purge Daqi more than he did.
He has to send information to Shen You! No time to delay.
at this time.
Just outside the study room where the meeting was held, the expressions on the faces of several ministers were not very good.
"Hey" someone sighed, "it seems that the saint means that when the army is ready, he will be the military advisor and go to the northern border."
"Is it possible that when we go to the battlefield, we really rely on the sorcerers like them who are deceiving the public with their monstrous words? Can they go up and do what they do to make the enemy retreat?"
The generals talked even more disdainfully about Wen Zhi.
The military advisors of Da Qi are second only to the emperor. They have all been on the battlefield and have made meritorious deeds. How can they bear to listen to the command of such a person!