The cold wind is cold and the snow is flying, and the heavy snow in Guanzhong stops when it falls.

It was sunny during the day, and at night it was another heavy snowfall falling from the sky, covering the entire Chang'an City in white.

After the curfew, Chang'an City seemed very cold, and even the sound of the north wind rolling snowflakes was clearly heard.

On winter nights like this, almost everyone stays in their mansions to keep warm or sleeps on a bed.

Even relatives and friends rarely gather on this cold winter night.

Therefore, before the hour of Hai arrived, the lanterns hanging in Chang'an City were trying hard to shine, and the mansions had already fallen into darkness.

However, at midnight, the main hall of the Duke of Baoguo Mansion was brightly lit.

There were charcoal stoves and tea sets prepared by servants in the main hall, and the door was tightly closed. The north wind was not penetrated, and the hall was as warm as spring.

The heavy snow surrounded the corners of the building and courtyard of Duke Bao's Mansion cold and quiet, as if isolated from the world.

There seemed to be no other sound except for the slightest sound of rinsing when snowflakes fell outside and the gurgling sound of kettles surrounding the fire.

The servants were all pushed away from afar, and at this time there were only two people sitting around the fire in the main hall.

Duan Zhi, Duke of Baoguo, was born as a general of Xuanwu. Although he was strong and strong, he might have been wearing brocade casual clothes at home, but he showed a sense of elegance.

A face with a Chinese character with a sensational face, and its black short beards are neatly trimmed, making it look extraordinary.

Sitting opposite him was Cui Yongping, the Minister of Personnel. At this time, he looked worried and his eyes were radiant. He was obviously trapped in his thoughts, and he looked very sad.

If you don’t know, if you compare the two and one another, you will think that Duan Zhixuan is a noble family, and Cui Yongping is a poor family who is hungry.

Looking at Cui Yongping's panic expression, a trace of contempt flashed in Duan Zhixuan's eyes.

This is the family he had tried his best to curry favor with in the past. It seems that this is the case, and his psychological endurance is too poor.

At this time, the two were still in an alliance, and they could not reflect what they thought.

Seeing that the tea in front of Cui Yongping had cooled down, Duan Zhixuan personally picked up the kettle on the stove, washed, made tea, and served tea. He continued the hot tea with skillful movements.

There is no way. Even if you look down on Cui Yongping's cowardly appearance, no one dares to underestimate the giant Cui family of Qinghe.

Cui Yongping slowly came to his senses, looked at the green tea in front of him, picked up the delicate white porcelain teacup, took a sip, and a scent of fragrance echoed between his mouth, looking fresh and sweet.

After putting down the tea cup, Cui Yongping sighed softly: "This Longjing tea is indeed unique. It is indeed more elegant than the previous method of making tea with mixed flavors. It contains sweetness and mellowness in the slight astringency, and fragrant in the plainness, as if life is like life!"

"But no matter how good the tea is, it is impossible to fill the stomach, and it is even less likely to serve as a staple food. Does the Duke of Bao agree?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhixuan looked at Cui Yongping, stared at the cup of tea in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

People from aristocratic families still have some background. They just lost a lot, but now they have returned to the clear and calm weather. It is obvious that there is something in their words!

Cui Yongping didn't look at him, slowly savoring the tea and looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Duan Zhixuan, the Duke of Baoguo, was indeed from a market, and even if he wore a yellow jacket, he could not hide his ruffian spirit.

I kindly came to discuss with him how to deal with the ambush case.

This guy actually wanted to push it all and put the shit basin on him, Cui, so don’t blame him!

The falling snow sounds, and the tea fragrance is pleasant!

For a moment, the hall fell into silence again.

After a while, Duan Zhixuan slowly raised his head and sighed softly: "What can Lord Cui know about me?"

Cui Yongping then withdrew his gaze and glanced at Duan Zhixuan. Seeing that there was already a lot of sorrow on his energetic face, he thought about it before speaking:

"I just want Duke Bao to take it seriously, but don't make any mistakes. I heard that the second son of Duke Bao's family is still in the mansion?"

Duan Zhixuan unconsciously picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. After pondering for a while, he nodded slowly and said:

"Yes, the dog is still in the mansion, and I have already confined him. I think, even if it is Your Majesty, if you don't have real evidence, you can't go to the mansion to arrest people at will, right?"

"According to the news, Your Majesty has been transferred to the investigation by the Marquis of Zhongyi. This kid is just relying on His Majesty's favor, and it is not to be afraid."

"It is said that after this young boy arrived at the Baiqi station, he did not do serious business at all. He stayed in the duty room for several days and talked to people. It was impossible to find clues."

"And this general has destroyed all the evidence. As long as we don't tell ourselves, no one will have any evidence to do anything to us!"

"Mr. Cui is too careful. It is said that you arranged your other brother back to Qinghe, so don't let him run around, just in case someone takes advantage of the loophole."

Looking at this arrogant Duan Zhixuan, Cui Yongping felt a little regretful of bewitching the deception he believed in this guy.

If Yang Fan was so easy to meet, he would not have failed in his calculations several times.

Fortunately, he had left a hand and did not send Cui's death soldiers to ambush them, otherwise Duan Zhixuan would have taken the handle.

Cui Yongping smiled and said, "What did Duke Bao say? My third brother Cui Yongjian returns to Qinghe, the ancestral land, but the end of the year is approaching. He is a businessman, what loopholes can others take advantage of?"

Duan Zhixuan said with a gloomy face and displeased: "Don't it be too late to say sarcastic words by Lord Cui now? Have you forgotten who transported the crossbow out of Chang'an City? Who found the ambush?"

Cui Yongping's face immediately became terrified and waved his hands repeatedly, "You can't talk nonsense. Although my third brother Cui Yongjian transported a batch of goods out of the city, he had never seen anything. Even the forbidden items were unintentional. He said that the assassination we were looking for was even more indescribable."

"Marty Zhongyi was assassinated when he offended the envoy of Fusang, which implicated His Highness the King of Wu. What does this have to do with me, Cui?"

"Please don't talk nonsense. I have a close relationship with Duke Bao, so don't frame our Cui family Yu Yiyi."

Seeing that Cui Yongping wanted to leave everything clean, Duan Zhixuan was slightly angry and secretly called the old fox and said coldly: "Mr. Cui really wants to stand by and watch, but don't forget that we are grasshoppers on the same rope."

Cui Yongjian didn't care, but smiled slightly and said, "Isn't this time just a friend's concern?"

After a little contemplation, he continued: "Tomorrow is in the court, our Cui family will put pressure on His Majesty to end this case as soon as possible."

"But Duke Bao wants to hide your second son, so it's best to send him away and never return to Chang'an City."

Duan Zhixuan said unhappily: "You don't have to worry about Lord Cui. I know my son..."

Cui Yongping's face was slightly dark, and he reminded again: "Although that boy Yang Fan is young, his methods of acting are quite sophisticated. It is best for Duke Bao to be careful."

Duan Zhixuan waved his hand indifferently: "It's just a young boy, it's okay..."

Before he finished speaking, a rapid sound of horse hooves sounded, accompanied by a banging knock on the door, which seemed particularly clear on this cold night.

Cui Yongping was a little surprised. Who else would come to visit so late?

Judging by the sound of horse hooves, there must be a lot of people.

Just as he was about to speak, after a burst of rapid footsteps, a panicked speech came from outside the door: "General, Yang Fan, the Marquis of Zhongyi, asked the soldiers to surround the Duke's Mansion and ask for a meeting in front of the mansion?"

Duan Zhixuan's face was red and a little embarrassed.

I looked down on this bastard just now, but I didn’t know that Cao Cao would be there.

What's more important is that if you dare to send troops to surround the Duke's Mansion so late, this guy is simply lawless.

It is so sudden that it cannot be the emperor's will, which is a bit intriguing.

Except for the imperial edict to confiscate and exterminate the clan, who dares to treat a founding general like this, and he will not take him seriously at all.

Duan Zhixuan was angry and said coldly: "There is no holy order, don't pay attention to it."

What a joke, do you really think that the Duke Bao Mansion is a soft persimmon?

I only cut one arm of his son last year, and now I still want to show off my strength. Do I really think I am a mud?

But the housekeeper outside the door did not retreat, but said again with a bitter face: "General, the Marquis of Zhongyi brought a sentence, saying that if the Duke of the State does not see him, he will bear all the consequences."

With a bang, Duan Zhixuan stood up suddenly, kicked the table beside him, and the tea set fell to the ground, and said furiously: "This bastard is simply ignorant of the world. Please order me all the troops..."

As he said that, he was about to go out and teach Yang Fan a lesson.

Haha, you will bear all the consequences, and you will be very angry.

When he was Baoguo Duke's Mansion, who was Duan Zhixuan?

It is simply a pity to kill someone who dares to send troops to the door so blatantly.

Apart from the serious crime of rebellion, who dares to deal with a founding duke like this?

Cui Yongping stared at Duan Zhixuan and said worriedly: "Duke Bao is calm and not impatient. Why bother with that brat? Could it be that as a Duke, you still have to fight with that kid?"

"That kid blatantly sends troops to come. No handle will fall into that kid's hands?"

Duan Zhixuan pondered for a moment and shook his head confidently: "Impossible!"

I quickly stroked it in my mind and found that there was nothing wrong with it, but I endured the anger in my heart.

As a long-time general, of course he knew that anger was very prone to dementia, so he should not get caught in that boy's way.

After asking the servant to clean up the knocked over, Duan Zhixuan said: "Let that kid come in, I want to see what tricks he can do."

The butler left!

At this moment, Duan Guan, who was awakened, hurried to the main hall, bowed to Duan Zhixuan, and asked anxiously: "My father, what big thing happened?"

"What kind of decent style is that? Aren't you telling me not to come out?" Duan Zhixuan glared, frowned and scolded unhappily, and then explained: "Yang Fan is outside the mansion..."

Upon hearing this, Duan Guan's face turned pale and said nervously: "You can't come to find the child, right?"

Cui Yongping also asked with some confusion: "Yes, although Yang Fan is arrogant and domineering, he is definitely not stupid. Whether he is facing the Duke of the Supreme Court or the Prince, he will make plans and then act. If there is no evidence, he dares to surround the Duke of the State. This is not his style of conduct. You have to deal with it carefully later."

Cui Yongping was both envious and jealous of Yang Fan.

I remember that when Yang Fan hoarded charcoal, he created a honeycomb coal, which caused the Cui family to lose hundreds of thousands of chunks.

The Cui family can only watch this big piece of fat meat in Junyangfang. Even if the Wu brothers were asked to plan the method of making glass, there was no movement in a year.
To be continued...