Three Kingdoms

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

In the hall of Wang Yun and Wang Situ's mansion, candles were brightly lit.

The most conspicuous thing in the middle of the hall is the carved wooden screen with a black paint base and a gold foil outline that looks like a tiger. The tiger pattern shines under the candlelight, as if it is ready at any time. Just like throwing out.

In front of the black lacquered gold tiger pattern screen is the main seat. On a thin Bai Mao mat, there is also a black lacquered table, only with golden edges at the corners. The desktop is very thick, even wider than five fingers, and looks stable and majestic.

Black is the main color, supplemented by gold, decorating the entire Wang Yun's reception hall. In the solemnity and solemnity, it also shows a compelling aura of wealth.

Although Fei Qian 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 and his nose on his mouth. He knelt down on the side of the hall upright and did not dare to look around wantonly. He looked around slightly out of the corner of his eye.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Fei Qian quickly stood up to greet him.

A servant was seen leading the way with a lantern in front, and Situ Wang Yun came striding forward with his head held high under several guards.

Fei Qian hurriedly stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "If you come here and disturb the prince, you will be punished by death."

Wang Yun chuckled twice, sat down on the upright seat, and motioned for Fei Qian to sit down. He first stroked his beard and brushed the wrinkles on his clothes, and then said slowly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ziyuan." .It’s important, but it doesn’t matter.”

Fei Qian knew in his heart that most of Wang Yun's smile at the moment was because of the auspicious appearance he had presented, otherwise even if he was a fake lieutenant general with less than two thousand stones, he would have seen him without an appointment. The dignified Consul-General is responsible for the political affairs of the powerful people in the Chancellery, but it is not an easy task.

And Wang Yun's subtext is also very obvious. If Fei Qian is not here to report some important national affairs, hehe...

Fei Qian took out a small bamboo tube from his arms. The waiter on the side quickly stepped forward, took it with both hands, and handed it to Wang Yun.

Wang Yun rolled up his sleeves with one hand and gently picked up the small bamboo tube with the other hand. When he saw that the paint on the bamboo tube had broken, he couldn't help frowning and glanced at Fei Qian, and then tapped the bottom of the bamboo tube with his fingers to let the bamboo tube open. The fine silk inside fell out.

Wang Yun slowly unfolded the fine silk, squinted his eyes, and held it from a distance. Then he looked under the light. His eyes widened in an instant, and he suddenly opened his mouth to speak, but immediately closed his mouth and looked left and right. , holding the fine silk tightly in his hand, and ordered: "Serve tea!"

Then Wang Yun closed his eyes and sat quietly like a wooden sculpture.

It wasn't until the waiter served the cooked tea that Wang Yun waved his hand and ordered the waiter to step away, spread the fine silk on the table again, looked at it carefully and repeated it several times, then raised his head and stared straight at it. He looked at Feiqian and said in a deep voice: "This is a military matter, why leave it to me?"

Fei Qian stood up quickly and replied with some embarrassment: "This... I didn't think much about it. The matter is urgent. The prince is in charge of political affairs, and the big sacrifice is coming... so..."

Fei Qian's speech was a bit messy, but Wang Yun understood it and smiled.

The Taiwei was originally in charge of the country's military, and he was of course the first person responsible for this kind of thing. However, since Zhang Wen was killed by Dong Zhuo, no one has been appointed to serve as the Taiwei, and it has been in limbo to this day, so Fei Qian said he didn't know who to look for. , barely makes sense.

But what's more important now is that the big festival is about to be held. If such negative news about hedging suddenly comes out, it will inevitably cause Wang Yun's original intention to be greatly compromised.

Moreover, Fei Qian is the initiator of auspiciousness. Such a piece of news is also detrimental to Fei Qian himself. Therefore, Fei Qian chose to report the news to Wang Yun immediately instead of reporting it to the court. The announcement was satisfactory. If the whole world knows it, it makes sense.

As long as it was within the scope of his control, Wang Yun didn't care about Fei Qian's little thoughts. Moreover, Fei Qian's actions were indeed beneficial to Wang Yun, so Wang Yun exposed Fei Qian's slightly unreasonable actions. .

"Are you serious about what you said above?"

Fei Qian wanted to stand up and reply again, but Wang Yun waved his hand, indicating to Fei Qian to sit down and speak.

Fei Qian bowed his hand and thanked him, and then said: "As far as I know, it should be true. Over the years, in the land of Daiyan, there has been a long drought in summer and severe cold in winter. The vegetation has been destroyed, and the barbarians have many cattle and sheep... The temperature this autumn... …Therefore, Xianbei’s march south to plunder is almost a foregone conclusion…”

The Hu people are just like this. Wang Yun also knows that as long as they suffer a disaster, they will definitely try their best to get it back from the heads of the Han people. Therefore, once there is an abnormal weather situation, it is basically 70% to 80% to welcome the Hu people. People were plundered.

Robbery is not a problem. For Wang Yun, what are the border counties used for? Are they used to share the worries of the central court soon? Besides, barbarian raiders usually withdraw before the cold winter comes, so in most cases it is not necessary. Will affect the Jingzhao area...

But the scale this time...

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

Comparing it with the information on hand now, the purpose of this change is obvious.

Wang Yun tapped the fine silk on the table with his knuckles and said, "Why did people spread this?"

Fei Qian said with some shame: "Prince Mingjian, Xiaguan...Xiaguan has some contacts with the Southern Xiongnu in Fuluo..." In these days, the friends of the nobles must be the nobles. Although it is understandable that people like Fei Qian are doing it for Bingzhou Military affairs, but will also be ridiculed by some noblemen as being contaminated with fishy smell...

Wang Yun narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said with relief: "We will share the country's worries and stop worrying about other people's gossip!"

Fei lurked and bowed down, saying gratefully: "Getting a word from the prince is so comforting to my life!"

While Wang Yun asked Fei Qian to get up without any courtesy, he murmured in his heart:

It seems that this is probably the message coming from the Huns...

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

However, barbarians are still barbarians after all...

"According to Ziyuan, how trustworthy are the Xiongnu?" Wang Yun asked Fei Qian, squinting his eyes.

Fei Qian said categorically: "Prince, the barbarians do not know the truth, etiquette, and writing. They cannot be trusted! But..."

Fei Qian's decisive and correct political line clearly spoke to Wang Yun's heart, so he nodded slightly and signaled Fei Qian to continue speaking.

"... But all barbarians are profit-seeking! To be honest with the prince, I have some victorious soldiers under my command and are in need of some money and silk. Even my compatriots are not merciful."

Wang Yun lowered his head and smiled, thinking to himself that although he had some knowledge, he was still a young man after all...

Are there only barbarians in the world who like to benefit?

joke! Aren't the Han people still able to forget about their own interests if they have some interests? Are they less likely to kill each other than the Hu people?

However, this is an idea...

The cat from my hometown has given birth to a litter of pups. It has been a few weeks now, but they haven’t gone 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...