[Chapter 150 Chapter 150 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (27)]
Yan Qing didn't stay in the inn for long. After leaving, he returned to the hotel where he and Xu Wenxuan were staying temporarily.
The spy lurking in Han Sheng's team has been executed by An Yi. He imitated that person's handwriting and contacted Pingnan's people to make the other party let down their guard.
After discussing with him, Yan Qing took on the role of the link between him and Qinglong Village.
Only if you are well-informed can you be sure of no mistakes.
She promised the boss that the court would use the robbery of government silver as an excuse to send troops to clear out other thieves' dens in Panhu Mountain.
We will also implement the best policy of recruiting Qinglong Village. The two nearby cities will unconditionally accept all of you brothers and treat you as indigenous people.
The boss didn't want to become a bandit. If he could live and work in peace, who would want to live a life of fear as a bandit?
As long as the robbery of government silver occurs, anti-bandit operations are imperative.
Regardless of whether Qinglong Village is as evil as other bandits, if plans are not made early, it will end up in collapse.
When Yan Qing analyzed the pros and cons with him, he couldn't help but bring up Xu Wenxuan's status as a prince.
Combining kindness and severity is the kingly way.
But what she really wanted was more than that.
After Yan Qing went upstairs, he saw a person standing outside his door.
The tall and handsome Xu Wen Zhang was still dressed in scarlet brocade clothes, which made him look full of youthful vigor.
The man in front of me was holding a wooden fish that he had bought from somewhere and was beating it vigorously. If he shaved his head and put on a monk's robe, he would really look like a jade-faced Buddha.
"What are you doing?" Yan Qing stepped down, looking at him with a speechless look, "Could it be that you have suddenly realized that you are disillusioned with the secular world and want to become a monk?"
The small wooden fish in Xu Wenjian's hand passed in front of her like a treasure: "I bought it because it looked fun. This young master is clearly cultivating his character."
"You still remember to come back? I thought you were gone forever." He put his hands behind his back and muttered softly.
Yan Qing pushed open the door and entered the house first, pouring a cup of tea to moisten his throat, then rolled his eyes at him who followed him in: "Before going to the inn, I asked you."
How can I blame her if I don't go myself?
When she mentioned this, Xu Wenzhang's jade-like face turned red and then pale. He stammered "I I" for a long time, hesitating and couldn't make any clear words.
He simply shut his mouth and started to beat his pocket-sized wooden fish with trembling hands.
Could he tell her that he was afraid to see anyone out of shame for his master?
His mind was in a mess and the wooden fish in his hand was almost knocked out by him.
Yan Qing listened to the "dong dong" sound of the wood hitting each other, and rubbed his head with his hand: "If you have that much time, you might as well read a few more books."
Xu Wenjian stopped and asked with a guilty conscience, "Is the Master okay?"
Thinking of Han Sheng, Yan Qing smiled: "He is very good."
Noticing the scratched skin on the corner of her mouth, Xu Wenjian lowered his eyes, suppressing a sour feeling in his dark pupils: "Oh."
He turned around in despair.
I felt inexplicably uncomfortable all over, even more uncomfortable than being beaten by my dad and being bedridden.
"What are you going to do?" Yan Qing saw that he was in a bad mood and immediately asked.
He paused, and resumed his long and lasting tone: "Young Master, go back to your room and continue to cultivate yourself."
He returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, knocked his head twice with the gavel in his hand, and exhaled heavily.
He decided that he would strike the wooden fish once when he thought of his mistress, and twice when he felt guilty towards his master.
This is to remind myself to suppress inappropriate thoughts.
To covet the mistress of the master is to commit insubordination and is against ethical conduct.
How could he have such a disgusting thought?
Even though he was thinking this, he still managed to keep beating the small wooden fish for nearly two hours.
There was no sign of calmness, but one could clearly see that he was restless and irritable.
The young man’s first taste of sorrow was all in the sound of the wooden fish.
Yan Qing didn't care about his inner struggle. He spread the map on the table and designed an ambush route suitable for the brothers in Qinglong Village.
The purpose of that group of people contacting the second in command was nothing more than to make Qinglong Village a scapegoat and to sow discord among the several major mountain villages to carry out a traitorous act.
These tricks are what she has left over.
Suddenly, she found a unique place on the map.
There is an ancient temple on Panhu Mountain, which is plagued by banditry.
The next day, she mingled in restaurants and teahouses to sniff out all kinds of news. When she was sharing a table with a gangster, she asked about the ancient temple out of curiosity.
Surprisingly, she discovered that this ancient temple was not as dilapidated as she had thought. Instead, it was supported by monks on a daily basis.
"I heard that there are the most bandits in that area, so no pilgrims would dare to go there to worship." She asked in a questioning tone, "Brother, are you kidding me?"
She used her expert ventriloquism to imitate the man's rough voice, and the other party just thought she was a young man with a feminine appearance.
She used charcoal sticks to deepen the outline of her eyebrows and eyes. Unless one had sharp eyes like Mo Sanniang and the boss, they would not be able to see through her disguise.
"Hahaha, no, no, I'm not kidding you, brother. The temple is always under surveillance, and the surrounding bandits are probably in awe of the gods and Buddhas and dare not act rashly."
He clasped his hands together and raised them to his ears, his righteous face full of awe.
Yan Qing concealed the gloom in his eyes. If those people really feared gods and Buddhas, their hands would not be stained with sins.
She kept it in mind and stood up to say goodbye.
Combining the information given by the boss with the news she had found out, she made a few marks on the map.
We discovered that there were several mountain villages surrounding the Buddhist temple, surrounding it.
It seems more like a protective posture.
The next day, Han Sheng led his men out of Zecheng from the posthouse. Yan Qing and Xu Wenjian also made preparations with the people from Qinglong Village.
It was a dark and windy day, and waves were startled in the forest. Birds flapped their wings and let out a few sharp and long cries.
The large army had entered the depths of Panhu Mountain. Han Sheng, who was sitting in the carriage, signaled An Yi to stop and let everyone rest on the spot.
He summoned the captain of the guard and asked him to order the guards to extinguish the torches one by one.
The mountain road, which was originally brightly lit, gradually became darker.
This was the signal he and Yan Qing agreed upon.
At this time, there was a loud sound of rocks rolling down in front, and the people of Qinglong Village, led by Xu Wenzhang, created a huge commotion.
Yan Qing led dozens of people and, after pretending to fight with Han Sheng's men, they carried a dozen boxes up the mountain along a planned path.
The person who was observing secretly in the dark said, "Didn't Qinglongzhai have more than 300 brothers? How come there are only so few left?"
"How can there be no casualties after fighting with those people from the imperial court?" The man next to him slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Don't think with your butt in the future. Use your brain more."
The one who spoke first said, "Boss is smart. He let Qinglong Village take the lead and our people will deal with the aftermath. Otherwise, our people will be the ones who die."
"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and notify people to come and slaughter the sheep. Can't you see that those people can't even lift the boxes? This is our chance."
The two people left quickly.
Little did they know that the people sent by the several strongholds to clean up the aftermath were all "cleaned up" by the Qinglong Stronghold brothers led by Xu Wenjian and Han Sheng's guards.
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