However, Cui Zhiyuan was unable to escape the pursuit of the thieves on the streets. He was first "polite" by the hot monks in his temple, saying that he did not dare to detain them anymore. Then he searched for Sanniang's remains on the street to restrain him, but he ran into the inspection team of the thieves and was detained.

Next, he was stunned by a street servant running errands, "He is an official from the court, so those officers and soldiers usually don't come to me to spare..." So he was specially brought up by the crowd on the street amid the shrill cry of Furong Girl, and was waiting for subsequent screening and dispossession with other depressed and untidy unlucky guys.

At this moment, Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a little despaired and desperate. Could it be that the next moment, the thief army killed all the old officials of the court. However, in his worry and fear, he was considering where his farewell poem should be written to pass on it; but he actually waited for someone to carry the half-warm soup bucket and rice.

However, some of these banned people suddenly burst into tears, saying that why did these thieves give them food for no reason, and naturally they would go on the road to make a suffocating meal that was a suffocating dead. Then someone rushed forward without hesitation, grabbed the rice, scooped the soup and started chewing it; and scooped the people before, saying, "If you want to kill someone, why should you pay more for this meal in vain?"

Although Cui Zhiyuan was in a mess between the two, he was not aware of the taste, but he could not help but feel hungry and thirsty in his stomach all night. He was like a inferior man who was a peddler and a man who was a coolie. He grabbed a ball of cold rice and stuffed it all over the stomach. Then he looked up and saw a familiar figure unexpectedly.

Because, he actually saw Zhang Qiao, the Xiantong Jinshi who had only worn a single dress and came to report to him, but was missing afterwards. He joined the army in the front yamen and was actually brought in in in a neat and tidy manner. Then Zhang Qiao nodded slightly and patroled at the people with untidy clothes. He accidentally explained to the leader who was wearing Liheu, and someone was taken out one after another.

The people who were taken out also had various reactions, some were dejected, some were silent, some were scolding, some were begging, and some were bowing their heads and thanking them. It was not until Zhang Qiao saw Cui Zhiyuan curled up in the last row and could not hide, that he showed a slightly surprised expression, and he took the initiative to greet him in a messy and didn't know what to do:

"Brother Cui, fortunately you're fine..."

The next moment, after washing and dressing up, Cui Zhiyuan also changed to a new place to speak with Zhang Qiao. In the Wuhou shop at the intersection of the street, someone even brought a pot of freshly brewed tea. While drinking this thick tea soup that is not worthy of rinsing before meals on weekdays, Cui Zhiyuan also asked in a question and confusion as if he was a lifetime ago:

"Why is this so brother?"

"This is a bit long... Haiyun, do you still remember Luo Zhaojian in the capital?"

Zhang Qiao also felt indescribable when she heard this:

"Is it possible that I wrote the "Slanderful Book" that ridiculed the world's love and became the Jiangdong genius who failed the imperial court?"

Cui Zhiyuan was surprised when he heard this:

"Now he is the missionary director of the Taiping Governor's Office;"

The next moment, Zhang Qiao said in a tone filled with envy and incredible:

"There are also the 'Taiping Relief Art' from the book "Taiping Two Tongshu" that I appreciated from the top and gained special articles and education; all the poems and essays and essays and careers under my rule are all under their jurisdiction!"

"Isn't that so powerful as the main hall of the Ministry of Rites, and the two capitals are as powerful as the [tribute ceremony]?"

Cui Zhiyuan was stunned, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings for a while and didn't know what it felt. As a student who had been studying in Zhongtu for 16 years and was in Chang'an for many years, he must have heard of the reputation of "Luo Jiangdong" who was first appreciated by Prime Minister Li Wei because of his talent in poetry and prose, and was also known as Prime Minister Zheng Ting, but was disliked for his appearance. He was even more familiar than Zhang Qiao who retired to Jiuhua Mountain early.

"Why would it be his reason for you to ask Brother Jinyun here?"

However, he had some insight and continued to ask:

"Of course I've been exposed to this Luo Jiangdong; I'm ashamed to say that there were some exchanges in writing and poetry before."

Zhang Qiao nodded without any concealment and sighed:

"We are just idle and casual appearances under the command of the Left-Lettered Office. In the past, we were not very useful except for free food. Naturally, we could not have been able to follow Lu Bi and Yang's family, and have a temporary opportunity to harm the pain, so it became an opportunity to get rid of the relationship and right and wrong!"

However, when Cui Zhiyuan heard this, his face became a little hot; although the other party was idle and distracted, he had done many poems and songs against his will, such as these autocratic and chaotic people. Then he saw Zhang Qiao continue to say:

"So there were recent letters from Luo Jiangdong as witnesses. Those people did not make any difficulties, but just published my name to verify... and also the Taiping thieves at present... The Taiping Army needs some staff to organize the (Salt) patrol and transfer the documents of the Ministry of Transport. For my brother, I had nowhere to stay, so I reluctantly took it."

"It's strange to say that these Taiping... army, after entering the city, only Luo Suomin's household registration was registered. After he was admitted, he did not have any more donations or searches. Instead, he used a porridge shed to recruit many poor households to build doors and open channels. Instead, he did not copy the warehouse first, but sealed the documents and documents in the yamen, and the pictures and signs were simple. It was really puzzled."

Speaking of this, Zhang Qiao showed some kind of pleading at Cui Zhiyuan with a burning look:

"But it would be great if you were here. After all, I served many people as the master. Compared to me, I am more familiar with the situation of the yamen's documents and the storage of documents, but I don't know if I can help me?"

However, Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. Does he have any room for rejection at this point? It's the greatest blessing to be alive now. What's more, according to Zhang Qiao's previous comments, among those who were taken away, some of them were actually revealed by others, and they were sentenced to justice after being interrogated.

After experiencing so many things, he was able to understand that the so-called exchanges with Luo Jiangdong's poems were just some kind of obscure modifications and excuses. Since the chaos in Huainan continued and the Taiping thieves defeated the Zhenhai Jiedushi, and after Jiangdong became increasingly powerful, it was reasonable that some people in the Jieya had the idea of ​​finding another way out and looking for a turning point.

However, there was no need for him to point it out or say it out loud. In fact, he also had a little thought of it. If he could get Furong back through his own actions, he would be able to save Sanniang's full thought of sacrificing herself to protect her.

Therefore, when the sky turned completely white the next day, Cui Zhiyuan, who had just taken a nap and his eyes were still red, appeared in the Yunsi yamen outside the Yangzhou city, which had changed. He also carefully guided the Taiping soldiers and counted and sorted out the documents and documents collected in the document warehouse over the years, and someone took over and re-proofreaded them.

During this short process of getting along, Cui Zhiyuan finally confirmed that these people who liked to massacre cities and destroy cities in the rumors, and then killed wealthy families and noble families, and used their essence, blood and organs to refine magic weapons and elixirs, like monsters and monsters. They were just normal people who were particularly meticulous in speaking and doing things and were sensible.

Or in other words, the manners and styles of these peaceful thieves in the daytime were more like the imperial army than most of the government troops Cui Zhiyuan had seen before. After entering the city to put out the fires at night, they did not even conduct large-scale looting or public searches, but only seized some houses and houses, and searched and seized some people's hiding in their homes, there was no extra movement.

This methodical and coldness and silence between the two sides made Cui Zhiyuan, who was used to the return and return, or to urge the people in the city, couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. However, after the last document was packed, Cui Zhiyuan still plucked up the courage to make a request tremblingly to the thief military officer guarding them, who was named Wang Yanfu.

"In Xia Shang, a concubine, also known as Furong, is still under the escort of your department. Can you please ask me for your goodbye?"

"Is that just that? It's okay to ask for you."

However, the other party just looked at him meaningfully and responded without hesitation. What surprised him even more was that he received an unexpected response before he could finish it. Soon, someone took Cui Zhiyuan to a garden where the great Shang Luo family of Yangzhou was originally a great man named Luo, but was favored by Lu Yongzhi and swept out the house on the grounds of setting up an altar.

However, after experiencing war, several scenic spots in Guangling City have become the battlefield treatment place for the Taiping Army to resettle the wounded. The unknown medicines that hit the face are mixed with the smell of old and new blood, and the faint moans sent from the wind. Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel heartbroken and worried. Could it be that the Furong Girl also had some thoughts and variables that had fallen into the period?

The next moment, he was involuntarily led through the beautiful corridor columns and railings, and past those almost omnipresent strips of cloth and pavilions covered by white plates. Finally, he stopped in a small building against the exterior wall, and the sergeant leading the way said to him:

"The person you want to meet is in it, hurry up!"

Hearing this, Cui Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel inexplicably sad and entangled, but his body couldn't wait to step in. Then he paused again after hitting the door, and then gritted his teeth and lifted the curtain as if he had asked for a long time. However, his calling at the next moment changed tone:

"Furong...Sanniang?!"
Chapter completed!