Three Kingdoms

It is raining in Yanzhou, and it is also raining in Chang'an City, but it is not as heavy as the rain in Yanzhou.

The rain was pouring down, covering the entire Chang'an City, and also hitting the tiles on the top of a small building in Chang'an City. There was a tinkling sound, as if playing a beautiful piece of music, and the small building The two people inside sat opposite each other in silence.

The three-story building has carved beams and painted columns on eight sides, vermilion lacquer railings, and gold and silver threads on the windows. Crane and peony patterns are outlined in the overall red and black tones of the building, making it look solemn, elegant and magnificent. Rain curtains are formed along the tiles, which is more elegant.

In Chang'an City, it was not only Yang Biao who was dissatisfied with Wang Yun, but also people like Zhao Wen. Zhao Wen was originally the Cheng of Jingzhao County, and he was once one of the important figures in the land of Sanfu, but now he is just a servant, and his status is not embarrassing. Although the Shandong nobles were lukewarm towards these officials who were originally from Chang'an, most of the people in the third assistant did not have many ideas and were in panic all day long. Under such a situation, Zhao Wen wanted to get rid of the official position of Shizhong and obtain Some real powers are quite difficult.

Zhao Wen was originally fully focused on performing well in front of Wang Yun, using Wang Yun's tiger skin to gain more space and display his ambitions. However, as Wang Yun became self-willed, or looked at Zhao Wen at all, These people didn't like it, so Zhao Wen's little calculation was in vain.

Zhao Wen saw the officials who were originally Dong Zhuo's side fell one by one, leaving tempting vacancies, but he couldn't find any way to live and die. He could only suppress his desires deep down, but on the surface he still spoke and smiled calmly. , but actually his eyes were almost bursting with fire.

Wang Yun rose too fast. Although he was once considered a high-level figure, he did not show a sufficient talent base in the internal struggle with Yuan Wei and Dong Zhuo. He was like a castle in the sky. Although it was beautiful, it was crumbling. , so when Yang Biao showed a little kindness, Zhao Wen immediately chose the Hongnong Yang family who had a better personnel base...

Yang Biao was originally a Sangong-level figure. He had gone through many ups and downs in the officialdom. These days, Yang Biao secretly communicated with Li Jue and Guo Si from the east of the city. Seeing that he could use these remnants of Xiliang to bring down Wang Yun, he couldn't help but feel relieved. Open your eyes and feel happy.

But at this time today, Yang Biao's face darkened again. The servants who came to serve him couldn't help but tremble with fear, for fear of doing something wrong and arousing Yang Biao's anger from nowhere. Fortunately, Yang Biao He ordered the servants to be driven away far away, so that these servants could breathe a sigh of relief and prevent disaster from falling from the sky.

Yang Biao in the small building looked like water. Although he still looked calm on the surface, without his smile, he was like a pool of unknown depth, extremely cold. He didn't speak, and just kept playing with a jade. Ruyi said nothing amidst the patter of rain.

Zhao Wen looked calm, just waiting for Yang Biao to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Biao placed the jade Ruyi heavily on the table and said in a deep voice: "Zirou! Why did you say that! Jingzhao City has a strong army, so why worry about it? Dong Thief is the leader. , some Xiliang thieves, what's the point of fear if they repeat themselves a little bit? At this moment, you don't inspect the city defense, order the weapons, and work together with one heart and one mind, but you come here to talk nonsense..."

Yang Biao paused for a while, then stood up and continued to say with a straight face: "... Zirou, the government and the public are working together to overcome difficulties, how can they hinder each other? Your words will be washed away by Jishan! I'm sorry. You are rude, go away! Go away!"

Seeing Yang Biao turning his back and waving his long sleeves to chase him away, Zhao Wen remained calm and stood up slowly, saluted Yang Biao, then took a few steps back, turned around and left the small building.

Yang Biao watched Zhao Wen walk to the stairs step by step from the corner of his eye, and suddenly said: "Zirou, stop!"

Zhao Wen turned around respectfully when he heard this, and did not walk back directly. He just held his hands slightly and waited for Yang Biao to speak.

Yang Biao walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and then whispered for a long time: "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Wen smiled faintly and replied in a low voice: "There are many old acquaintances in Jingzhao who can be driven by Duke Yang... People say that if God gives it to him, he should take it for himself. If he doesn't take it, he will suffer it. Harm... I am sincere, I hope Mr. Yang will think twice..."

Zhao Wen spoke every word very slowly, but his words were true, and finally Yang Biao's stern face became slightly looser.

"Zirou, please sit down..." Yang Biao asked Zhao Wen to sit down again. The expression in his eyes changed uncertainly. He was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "... Let me think about this for a while..."

Zhao Wen no longer talked too much, so he cupped his hands and said goodbye to Yang Biao. Before leaving, he suddenly said: "...Mr. Yang, there is another person who needs to pay more attention to Mr. Yang..."

"who?"

"The man who protects the Hun, Fei, dives into Fei Ziyuan."

"Why?"

Yang Biao asked lightly.

"First there was auspiciousness to rectify his name, then there were sacrifices to support his power, and now he is spreading propaganda to increase his prestige... This man is quite talented, but... Yang Gongzhuo has seen thousands of miles, so he must know his intention." Zhao Wengong handed over his hand. said.

Yang Biao nodded slightly, but didn't say anything. Zhao Wen didn't say anything more, just cupped his hands again, and then respectfully withdrew.

Yang Biao naturally knew about Fei Qian, and he knew a lot about it. In Yang Biao's eyes, the slogan about attacking Yinshan was just sensationalism. Back then, the champion had to go through many hardships to win the victory over Yinshan, but now a Isn't it ridiculous for a mere protector of the Hungarian Zhonglang to take advantage of Heaven's merits for himself?

If you want to become the second best among champions, you have to see if you have the skills of a champion...

But the most important thing now is not that bitter cold place, but that it is right in front of us. As long as we win this game, we will naturally have the opportunity to slowly clean it up.

It's just that this Zhao Wen has an unusually keen sense of touch, but whether it can be used needs to be carefully weighed. The closer we get to the last critical moment, the more cautious we must be, and we must not make the slightest mistake.

When Zhao Wen arrived at the bottom of the small building, servants of the Yang family naturally came up to meet him. They opened their oil umbrellas and protected Zhao Wen from the rain as they walked away.

Yang Biao stood on the small building, watching the oil umbrella that was covering Zhao Wen getting further and further away. The expression in his eyes changed uncertainly. After a long time, he suddenly sighed softly, with a deep tired look on his face, "... Why bother, why bother..."

Yang Biao immediately turned around and went down the small building, leaving only an exquisite crane-shaped incense burner in the room of the small building. The green smoke was still rising slowly, and slowly drifted out of the window of the small building. Blown directly into the air by the wind and rain...