When Ding Kuichu's people arrived in Jinling, ten people came to the agreed place to gather, but only seven came.

This is why, when sending messages in troubled times, you must send more people, because if you are not careful, you may be murdered.

This year is not peaceful, and there are strong people everywhere in the wilderness. Even if you are capable, you may have theories. Duoduo suffered this great loss at the beginning. He took the most brave warriors in Manchuria to escape the pursuit of thousands of people, but was captured by a group of rebels who occupied the mountain and became king.

The seven people leaned over and discussed, and now the war is in chaos, the three may have encountered unexpected problems on the road and can't wait any longer. They came to the photographic government and took out Ding Kuichu's token and whispered their intentions to the personal soldiers at the door.

The personal soldiers did not dare to be careless, which was a major event. They hurried into the study room of the inner courtyard and reported to Hou Xuanyan.

In the study, Hou Xuanyan was half drunk at Longtan Port, and sat on the small collapse of the study with his legs crossed, closing his eyes for a nap.

The small door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and Bian Yujing moved his lotus steps lightly, and his slender jade legs floated out of the clothes, and he stepped into the threshold gracefully. A few strands of hair fell down on his temples, and his fair cheeks showed a faint pink orange color. The fragrance of the skin warmly made the skin look like cream, making people want to pinch it lightly, then put your fingertips close to your nose and savor it carefully.

"Close the door." Hou Xuanyan smelled a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose. He knew who had arrived in his heart.

Bian Yujing's face turned red, and he turned around and slowly closed the door. More than a dozen personal soldiers outside the door were like clay sculptures and wood sculptures, with firm eyes still moving, only his throat moved.

Bian Yujing, who closed the door, looked flushed and came to Hou Xuanyan with a dizzy voice. His voice was like a singing oriole, almost unheard: "Master."

"Grind the ink." Hou Xuanyan was drunk and slightly retching. He spoke simply and clearly. If he could express it clearly in one word, he would never say the second word.

Bian Yujing was stunned in place, slightly dazed, and quickly moved forward, picked up the high-quality pine smoke ink strips placed next to the inkstone, and poured water and grinded them carefully.

Hou Xuanyan supported his forehead and complained: "This group of grandchildren keep drinking, but I didn't expect the momentum to be so strong. Sai'er, your painting skills are good. I heard about it a long time ago. I'll give it to someone if I can draw a few landscape pictures for me."

Bian Yujing did not expect that she would have such an important mission this time, so she quickly cheered up her spirits. She was able to do everything in piano, calligraphy and painting, especially her skillful painting skills, and her writing was like a cloud of clouds. "After a stroke, she had more than ten papers" liked the graceful style of painting, and was especially good at painting orchids.

At this time, the personal soldiers outside the door shouted through the door: "General Supervisor, Guangdong Ding Kuichu sent someone to come here to meet General Supervisor."

When Hou Xuanyan heard this, he immediately went to most of the time and stood up. Bian Yujing was about to pick up his pen, but he was shocked by his sudden jump.

"Let them come in." Hou Xuanyan just finished speaking, suddenly he thought that there was a charming beauty in the study, so he quickly changed his words: "Take them to the flower hall and meet me."

Bian Yujing quickly stood up and looked up and said, "The master wants to entertain people. I'll just go to the backyard to avoid it."

Hou Xuanyan stepped forward and stroked her hair, chuckled and said, "You can paint here, don't be at a high level, draw ten or eighth pairs for me. Remember, write my name and stamp my seal." After these words, the face was not blushing, and the heart was not beating. After all, Duke Yue, and his face had reached a certain level.

When Bian Yujing heard this, he covered his mouth and chuckled. Hou Xuanyan glared at her, turned around and left.

When he arrived at the flower hall, one of the seven messengers elected together stood in front of the hall without moving. After Hou Xuanyan came, the guards said to him, "This is our commander." The messenger took out Ding Kuichu's handwritten letter from his arms.

This Ping Yuebo, who was personally enthroned by Emperor Longwu, completely ignored the reality that Lingnan was the rear of the Qing Dynasty. He "did not cultivate military preparations" and was willing to enjoy himself. Now he could not do anything and wanted to join him. Ding Kuichu's letter was numb, which made Hou Xuanyan fall all over the ground.

Although Hou Xuanyan looked down on this person, he is indeed of great use now. Pacifying Guangdong and Guangxi is a trivial matter, but this matter is related to Zheng Zhilong. If he can quickly pacify Guangdong and Guangxi, he will not be afraid that Zheng Zhilong will cause trouble and take the opportunity to attack.

Hou Xuanyan looked at the messenger carefully and knew that this was a pure messenger, and it was useless to discuss it with him. It would be better to write a letter and hand it over to Ding Kuichu to prepare him. His army marched from Sichuan and Guizhou, and I don’t know when it will arrive, so I must catch one off guard. With Ding Kuichu, the number one powerful minister in Yongli, and the inner demon, and the Hunan army outside, why worry about the fact that Lingnan cannot be pacified?

After quickly returning to the study, Hou Xuanyan saw that Bian Yujing had already drawn seven or eight pictures, neatly placed on the table, waiting for their ink to dry. Hou Xuanyan saw that although these paintings were in a hurry, they were very charming, which was enough to show that the painter had worked hard and was very talented.

Hou Xuanyan clapped his hands gently and said, "No, good, don't draw it first, write me a letter."

When Bian Yujing saw that he came to the Duke's Mansion, he had so many uses, and his heart was filled with joy and satisfaction. When he heard Hou Xuanyan's praise, he even felt a little lighter. He stood up with a smile, gave up his seat for Hou Xuanyan, bent down and slapped on the desk, and said with a smile: "Master, you are dictating, and I am holding the writing."

Hou Xuanyan pondered for a moment and then slowly said. Every time he said a word, Bian Yujing would pick up the pen and write it. The pen was in between dragons and snakes, and the speed did not drop.

Hou Xuanyan first praised Ding Kuichu and praised him for pacifying the case of rebellion by vassal kings during the Longwu period. Then he pushed all the matters of Yongli to Zhai Shizu and Lu Daqi. Finally and most importantly, he was asked to pay attention to the situation in Lingnan at any time. As long as the person he sent contacted him, he could do it immediately.

As for Ding Kuichu's suggestion, he launched a war and escorted all the officials of the Yongli court out of Guangdong and handed over to the court for disposal. Hou Xuanyan completely disagreed, a joke, that in that case, Guangdong will still be the world of Ding Kuichu. Ding Kuichu's wishful thinking was to ask Hou Xuanyan to help, and hand over all the main officials of the Yongli court with his own troops in exchange for him to continue to be a local emperor in Guangdong and Guangxi. Hou Xuanyan saw through this practice of selling friends and seeking honor at a glance, which was too in line with the personality of the warlords of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

With such an important geographical location in Lingnan, how could it be handed over to the trash Ding Kuichu and become a paradise for him to make money? Hou Xuanyan made up his mind that once he took Guangdong, he would find a charge to kill him first. Anyway, his numerous evil deeds would be enough to die seven or eight times.

After Bian Yujing finished writing, his wrist was sour and shaking his wrist while inviting favors and seeking praise.

She bit her tender red cherry lips, squinted her beautiful eyes like a cat, and showed a hint of secret joy, and said softly: "Master, I've finished writing it. Can you see if you can do it?"

Unfortunately, he was easily obsessed with his complacentness. When Bian Seisai was shaking his wrist, he accidentally fell out of his sleeves. He made a big blushing face in an instant, and his fair and tender skin instantly turned blood-red, like ripe pomegranate seeds.
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