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An inconspicuous small courtyard on East Street in Chang'an.

The gate of the courtyard was closed, but the corridors and shadows in the courtyard were all the elite troops of Wei Yan's men.

The courtyard was dim and there was only a dim light swaying.

Wei Yanjing was standing beside the lights, and there was a sword that accompanied him to travel around Sichuan and Sichuan, running around the north and south. The sword carved on the hilt was open, with sharp teeth exposed.

Wei Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently on the hilt of the knife, his face as if he was thinking.

In the courtyard inside the house, Wei Yan's elite troops were silent like statues.

The three servants of Chang'an are about to stir up trouble, and what role will Wei Yan himself play in it?

Wei Yan arrived in Chang'an and hadn't seen blood for a long time.

Tonight may be the beginning of the war!

Wei Yan admired Fei Qian, but today, he also had a deeper understanding of Pang Tong.

Under Wuguan City, Wei Yan saw Pang Tong's method, and now, he saw that as a counselor and a civil servant, Pang Tong's courage and courage were also as tough as steel. Facing the coming threat of Shandong, he not only did not retreat at all, but even had to tempt him, and was not afraid of the outbreak of war!

Everyone knows that if Chang'an is in a loss, the foundation of the cavalry will inevitably be turbulent. Under such circumstances, Pang Tong still issued an order to set fire to Wei Yan and burn two granaries to lure the enemy...

When a fire comes, it will inevitably attract people's hearts.

Inside, those who are tragic and impure in mind will inevitably be rippling!

Outside, those who are corrupt and declining, those who are malicious will must covet it!

This fire was born like a lotus.

The roots are in the mud, the stems are in the water, and the flowers are on the water.

Just like Wei Yan himself.

His roots are in the mud, dirty, and struggling.

In history, Wei Yan was born in the army and was a member of Liu Bei's army and stepped onto the stage of Sichuan and Shu. At present, Wei Yan's starting point is relatively higher, but when facing the Sichuan and Shu gentry, Guanzhong surname, and even the hundreds of years of families in Shandong...

Wei Yan? Where is his hometown? Who is his ancestor?

It was like a meeting between children in the courtyard in later generations, "Who is your father? What is his military rank?"

Whenever this matter is happening, Wei Yan is particularly dissatisfied. If the world is just for the sake of his father, then why should he work hard? How many years have passed since the emperors of the Spring and Autumn Period and Zhou Dynasty, and the kings, princes, generals and ministers Ning have a kind of shouting and shouting, changing the world in the rain and snow, and the ancestor of Han Liu Bang is just a small pavilion leader!

Why is it that someone is asking who his father is at this moment?

Instead of looking at what he did!

Wei Yan admires people who have real skills, and those who only have father's ability...

"laugh."

Wei Yan in history originally stretched his rhizomes, bloomed lotus on the water surface, and looked up at the sky. Wei Yan in history was sad. His sorrow was that he followed Liu Bei too short and met Zhuge Liang too long.

Liu Bei dared to take risks, dared to take risks, and dared to take risks. He struggled all his life, so he looked at Wei Yan who was struggling hard, as if he was looking at his young self. Liu Bei was more willing to give Wei Yan more opportunities and space to wait for Wei Yan to grow and bloom. Zhuge Liang did not dare to take risks. His only risk in the Romance was the empty city plan. After encountering risks in reality, he did not dare to take it all in order to protect the interests of Jingxiang Group, but instead pushed it to Ma Su...

But now, the opportunity to bloom is right in front of you.

Wei Yan smiled, but was holding his hands tightly, just like he wanted to hold on the line of words engraved on the hilt of the knife. The sword in his hand was Wei Yan's "Wu hook", and he would "find a title of marquis" with his own ability, rather than climbing to the high hall with some "father"!

Above the wall in the corner of the courtyard, a sound suddenly came, "General! The General's Mansion has sent a signal!"

Wei Yan raised his eyebrows and suddenly a fire burst into his eyes. "According to the plan, burn the warehouse! Close the streets! Anyone who dares to take the opportunity to cause chaos and fish in troubled waters will be killed without mercy!"

The interior of the courtyard responded with a loud bang, and then came out one after another.

Wei Yan walked at the end and left the yard. He turned his head and looked at the general's mansion.

The lights in the shape of Pinzi are swaying.

『Haha…』 Wei Yan chuckled, his voice was refreshing, 『Don’t worry, lord… If Cao’s army comes 100,000, he will swallow it. If it comes 200,000, he will reject it! However, before that, it’s time to sing a show…』

The fire rose up.

Lights up the night sky in Chang'an.

Many lifangs were alarmed, and immediately Fangding and the inspectors were dispatched to maintain order on the one hand, and on the other hand, they sent firefighters to help. However, the firefighting facilities prepared by Fangding were generally targeted at the fire houses of ordinary families in the house. Faced with the current raging fire like the granaries, it was a drop in the bucket. At most, it only stopped the spread of the fire and could not extinguish the flames of the granaries.

And everyone knows that once the granaries are overfire, even if they are saved, the food in the granaries will be abandoned.

Wei Yan and the inspectors from various lifangs quickly controlled the situation in the city and controlled the fire within a limited range.

But in the hearts of some people in Chang'an, the fire that ignited was not something Wei Yan could control...

Sima Yi was also watching the fire.

"Where you look at the fire, it should be Changping, Changping Second Warehouse in the city..." Sima Yi whispered, "The two warehouses were built when the cavalry first arrived in Chang'an. They have been old and the surroundings are mixed... If the fire breaks out, it is still common sense, but...

Sima Hui sat behind him and said, "Pang Shiyuan is not a panic when encountering trouble."

Sima Yi nodded, "It's probably a plan."

Sima Hui smiled and said, "In this way, just watch the fire from the other side of the river."

『…』 Sima Yi did not answer, but there seemed to be some fire in his eyes.

Sima Hui frowned slightly. He knew his nephew very well, and he had strong abilities, but he was not very ambitious. "Yi'er, what are you... wanting to do?"

"Watching the fire across the bank is safe..." Sima Yi said slowly, "Uncle... But my nephew always feels that it is a little less..."

Sima Hui frowned slightly, touched his beard and said, "Now I am the position of Wenhua... why do you have to take risks?"

Nowadays, as long as Sima Hui is a path that is upright and upright in Qinglong Temple, it is a literary monument of Chang'an and even a great Han Dynasty. Sima Hui has no son. Although Sima Yi is called his nephew, he is actually like a biological son. He is conservative every morning and evening, and cares about his well-being all year round, and is more filial than ordinary sons.

Therefore, generally speaking, Sima Hui's literary heritage will mostly fall on Sima Yi. Sima Yi doesn't even need to do anything, just wait, and naturally a piece of credit will be indispensable.

However, Sima Yi felt that there was also a fire burning in his heart, which made his throat a little thirsty. "The dispute between the world and the world is right in front of him! This may be a great opportunity for thousands of years! Nephew...nephew really doesn't want to sit here...will you be with them all mediocre people?!"

『…』 Sima Hui breathed a sigh of relief, 『So, where are you going?』

Sima Yi turned around and looked to the northeast, "Hedong! If Cao's army wants to attack Guanzhong, he must go to Hedong! The old mansion of the cavalry and the new residence of Sima are all in Hedong! Protect Pingyang and also protect Sima!"

He wants to get involved in military power!

He wants military achievements!

Sima Hui pondered for a long time, "If this is the case, the Sima family will have no more reciprocity with Shandong..."

Sima Yi smiled, "When Hanoi expelled his father in the past, did Cao's army think of "reversal"?

"Well..." Sima Hui pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, "Well, it's up to you. Just... be careful in everything..."

Sima Yi bowed his head and worshiped Sima Hui's knees with great gifts.

"There is no eyes on the battle formation, be careful..." Sima Hui was breathing for a long time.

The long night will eventually pass.

The flames were extinguished.

However, this fire, which seemed to have little harm on the surface, made many people uncontrollably move...

Chang'an's changes have made many people worry and made many people happy. The worry and the joyful things are clearly in the same place, but they seem to be divided into two different worlds.

Of course, it is more of the ignorant people who are still living step by step, not understanding what is happening and what its meaning is. They don’t even know what is going on in Chang'an, and how many officials are worried about it. They just know that the autumn harvest is over, and they will be busy for a while and they will be free in winter.

The cavalry was complete before.

Chang'an was also glamorous before.

Now, there seem to be some cracks.

A window is complete, and everyone will be honest and polite when passing by the window, but as long as a crack appears in a small piece of window...

A broken little part requires a whole window to bear the consequences.

This is like a very small number of boxers who are clearly a small number of boxers who are making boxing but let the whole society bear the consequences.

When the era of bad luck comes, whoever has no lower limit in his heart will become the victorious Ah Q. Everyone thinks they are special and can avoid the end of rags, but they don’t know that once the windows are rotten, the house will also collapse. Or even if they understand in their hearts, they can still use the phrase “one generation will do the next generation” to make excuses, and completely forget that if the great man thought so, he might not have any mushrooms in his hands now.

When the Five Barbarians and Invasion of China did not really come to the heads of Shandong gentry, how could these Shandong gentry children believe that one day their wives and children would be shackled and become two-legged sheep?

Because everyone is a short-lived species, the future is a dream.

The three servants of Chang'an created by Fei Qian are like an exquisite new house.

Lu Bu is now the most obvious crack on the windows of this exquisite house.

Now everyone is staring at the crack, trying to smash the windows and lift the house.

As the housekeeper who stayed in Chang'an, Pang Tong directly bypassed Fei Zhen this time and ordered the three servants of Chang'an to enter a state of combat readiness. At the same time, Kan Ze was sent to investigate the reason why Changping Second Warehouse was on fire...

Logically speaking, it is generally quieter near the official party.

But today's quietness is a bit depressing.

Even the officials who come and go, they all take light steps and give each other a look.

In this world, the species that is best at observing words and expressions must belong to officials. Every official who is determined to climb up will be good at observing every facial expression of his superiors and obtaining some key information from it.
To be continued...