Jingkou City.

Xie Kun, the prefect of Jinling, was writing quickly.

The Xie family of Chenjun was originally a Confucian family that passed down from poetry and books, and always adhered to the famous teachings and Taoism.

However, since the southbound Jiangdong, Xie Kun has begun to actively participate in metaphysics with him, and soon won rich political capital for the Xie family of Chenjun.

Although Xie Kun is a romantic and unruly celebrity every day, he is very clear in his heart and cares about the future of the family very much.

Now that Jiankang City is in chaos, Xie Kun must write a letter to remind those Xie's children who work in various prefectures and counties to be cautious, cautious and easy to not participate in the fights of either side.

Otherwise, if something happens in the future, the Xie family of Chenjun, who has finally accumulated a little fame, will be in danger.

"Come!"

After Xie Kun wrote the last letter, he called the slave.

"Master, what are your instructions?" A loyal and honest servant walked in with a small step.

"Send reliable people to send all these letters to Shirou and the others."

Xie Kun handed the letter that had been sealed with lacquer wax to the old servant.

The old servant who did the job properly quickly found a few reliable servants and went out with letters.

Xie Kun couldn't help feeling melancholy.

The situation in Jiangdong is now treacherous, and he doesn't know how to make a decision.

Seeing that the Han army in the north had the momentum to annex Jiangdong, no one could guarantee that it would be foolproof at this time.

After all, the power of the Yangtze River's natural danger is indescribable.

What made him even more powerless was that even without the threat from the north, there was still a scheming within Jiangdong, and he could not see any future in the future.

"Mr., someone outside asks for a visit!"

Just when Xie Kun was full of sorrow, a small official came to report.

"Who?"

"The leader Liu Kuang, He Ping and others said they had something to ask for a meeting."

"Liu Kuang, He Ping?"

Xie Kun knew that Liu Kuang and others were all refugees from Jingkou, and most of the northern refugees under them followed their lead.

"Take them in."

A few days ago, Xie Kun received a secret order from Jiankang, and Situ Wang Dao would send someone to Jingkou to select militiamen to Jiankang, so that he could prepare in advance.

When Liu Kuang and others came, they might have heard some news and wanted to seek a prosperous future for Jiankang.

However, when the prefect of Jinling Xie Kun met Liu Kuang and others, he soon discovered that this was not the case.

Xie Kun originally thought that there were only Liu Kuang and He Ping and a few others, but he didn't expect that a large group of people would come in.

Almost all the refugee coaches in Jingkou have come.

"Mr.

Facing a group of rough men who saluted him, Xie Kun suddenly noticed the strangeness.

"You are here, but what's wrong?" Xie Kun decided to go straight to the point.

At this time, bursts of noise came from the streets outside, as if a large number of people were running there.

"Mr. Fu, we are here today to let Mor. Fu take the lead in planning major issues!" Liu Kuang said.

Xie Kun frowned slightly, a little unhappy, and then spoke.

"Liu Qi, what are you talking about? Where did you get the big deal?"

"Mr. Now hundreds of thousands of Han troops in Jiangbei are preparing for war, and they will go south at any time. At that time, there will inevitably be wars. I wonder how many people will die."

Liu Qi did not retreat at all, just listened to him continue.

"It is better to just raise troops to respond when he was killed by the Han army when he fell. But I heard that the emperor in the north had already issued an edict that anyone who had entrusted land to offer the city would be rewarded with the city land."
Chapter completed!