Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1479 Middle-aged Scribe
Following Zhao Erhu's order, he took the lead in tiptoeing up to the one-foot-high wall beside him, and then jumped into the compound of an unknown family in a flash, and then quickly ran to the distance .

The others were also not slow in their movements, one after another silhouettes rose from the ground, jumped onto the fence, and followed Zhao Erhu closely.

One hundred Qingchuanying brothers took only three or five breaths, and they all escaped from the small alley, walked through the house and courtyard, and quickly disappeared among the layers of houses.

In the small alley, after more than a dozen years, the shouts on both sides became louder and the footsteps were chaotic. People from both ends of the alley met up at the place where Zhao Erhu and others disappeared.

"They're in the yard!" someone yelled.

"We can't let them run away, build a human wall, go in and chase them!" The man who looked like an official shouted loudly.

Soon, in the small alley, figures swayed, and some people began to follow suit.

But because the alley is too narrow, although this method is feasible in theory, it is not so convenient in practice.

After trying for a long time, someone used this method to climb over the wall, but Zhao Erhu and others had long disappeared in this deep house compound.

At this time, Zhao Erhu had already led the people to another alley, and was running forward at the fastest speed.

"Go to the left, enter the street, there are war horses there, get on the horse and head east!"

Zhao Erhu, who was already somewhat unpredictable in everyone's eyes, yelled again, jumped three or four feet away, stepped on the ground and flew forward, and then his figure flashed again, disappearing at the street corner on the left.

Everyone followed immediately. When they turned the corner, they suddenly found that there were hundreds of war horses here, and there were only four or five soldiers guarding them. It seemed that the people on horseback should have gone to chase and kill their group on foot.

It's a pity that none of them could have imagined that their group would turn up here again.

At this time, Zhao Erhu was already in the light of the sword, beheading the sergeants guarding the horses, and then he jumped onto a horse and urged the horse to gallop forward.

The hundred brothers in the back did not neglect either, each chose a horse and followed Zhao Erhu closely.

In the government office at this time, the eldest prince was still drinking tea leisurely, and opposite him there was already a middle-aged scribe wearing a square scarf.

This man was about forty years old, with a shiny black beard, and while sitting opposite the eldest prince and drinking tea, while chatting and laughing, he caressed the beard on his chin.

"Wen Jin, thank you for coming up with this good idea. Temporarily avoid the sharp edge of the two sides, let the boss and the youngest fight, and we can reap the benefits of the fisherman. It's a good plan to kill three birds with one stone. With Wen Jin's talent, at least the official rank Above Shangshu!"

The First Prince took a sip of tea, and said with a smile on his face, his face brimming with pride.

"Ah, the emperor praised it, but it's just a small skill. The emperor's scouting horse only needs to send the news back in time. The emperor will know the situation on the battlefield in time. When the time comes, he will plan a strategy and win a thousand miles away. The emperor will use the smallest price. , to achieve the best results. At that time, everything is within reach, hehe..."

The middle-aged scribe named Wen Jin pulled out a paper fan from his waist, shook his eyes slightly and said with narrowed eyes.

The eldest prince smiled and nodded. He yelled at the middle-aged scribe one after another, feeling very useful. He made a gesture of a superior and said softly: "That's good. Fighting and killing on the battlefield, I don't bother to do it myself. If there is any news, Wen Jin can be on the sidelines to assist and make suggestions. This is a good opportunity for you to show your talents, so don't waste it."

This middle-aged literati known as Wen Jin is a scholar who has tried and failed, because he has never been successful and has no capital to be an official.

He is a native of Yingzhou Mansion, and when he saw the First Prince entering the city yesterday, he boldly stopped the army and offered this trick to the First Prince.

Unexpectedly, this plan was in line with the eldest prince's wishes, and this guy was recognized by the eldest prince because of this matter, and he was given a very high treatment.

Even in this government office, the eldest prince gave him a seat with the attitude of a corporal.

It is true that this middle-aged scribe knows some calligraphy, but it is not necessarily a great ability. He also wants to take advantage of the eldest prince's influence, but in front of him, it is a good opportunity that he can hardly meet.

At that moment, he stood up, bowed deeply to the eldest prince, and said: "Wen Jin is grateful for the kindness of the emperor, and is willing to serve the emperor for the rest of his life."

"Okay, if Wen Jin is loyal, I will definitely not treat you badly. When I return to Beijing this time, after everything goes well, I will definitely promote you. I will put a burden on you and let you be a hero. !"

The eldest prince said proudly that he was very obsessed with this feeling of dominance, and that feeling was really cool.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, as a minister, you must take care of the land, in order to repay Your Majesty's Long En!"

This time, the middle-aged scribe immediately knelt down on the ground respectfully, and pretended to wipe his eyes with the corner of his clothes, wiping away the tears that didn't really exist.

"Okay, okay, don't be too polite, Wen Jin, let's continue to talk about things in the future... Once you enter Beijing, where do you think we should start..."

The eldest prince stretched out his hand to help him up, helped the middle-aged scribe up, and then asked.

Just as he was speaking, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, it was the guard outside the door reporting softly.

"Report, Your Majesty, General Li has just sent the news that the 100 people left behind by the third prince have been approached in an alley. Forgive them for being unable to fly, and they will definitely wipe out each other in the alley."

Unexpectedly, when the first prince heard the report, he snorted softly and said, "It's a waste that there are more than 100 sergeants who want to abolish such a large Zhou Zhang. I thought they had already been dealt with! There is no need to report trivial matters, and there is no need for thousands of people to deal with a hundred or ten sergeants of common people. There is no need to make a big fuss. Alright, let's get back!"

The eldest prince said disapprovingly, with an expression of displeasure on his face.

Then he looked at the scribe in front of him and said, "Wen Jin, don't pay attention to those, just tell me!"

The scribe sat down again, shook the paper fan and said, "Your Majesty, get rid of the second and third princes, the first prince should not show up for the time being, absolutely don't let the second and third princes die in front of your eyes, as long as they don't die in front of your eyes , you can completely treat it as ignorant. In the chaos army, swords and guns have no eyes, and no one wants to see this kind of situation."

"In this way, the emperor's kindness can be shown to the people of the world, and the emperor doesn't have to act too hastily with the second prince and the third prince. Wait for the status to be confirmed, and then slowly use various excuses to remove them one by one. This is also convenient. The new and old dynasties transition safely...and...Wen Jin, I have another idea..."

The First Prince listened intently, but just now, a voice came from outside the door again.

"Your Majesty, I have something important to report!"

Hearing the voice, it was still the guard who left before.

(End of this chapter)