When Hu Buxian left, he held the heavy box.

Kowloon Ande thoughtfully prepared a carriage for him. Putting the box on the carriage was not as inconvenient as riding a horse or as eye-catching as it was.

Changsun Hong stood at the gate of the yard, watched the carriage go away, and breathed a deep breath.

Jiulong Ande sent the guest in from outside, stood beside him, and whispered: "Ghost King, there are about a dozen people who have been rescued from the Tang Sect in the city, and they are injured. Lin Laosi and Cao Bo whom Hu Buxian handed over are also very injured. These people dare not go to the doctor in Lin'an City, nor dare to go to the pharmacy to get medicine. They can't rely on the little golden sore medicine we carry with us for a long time, and we must hurry up and send it out."

"We need to arrange it as soon as possible." Changsun Hong said: "The official position given to me by the Privy Council will probably come down tomorrow. We will leave after getting the seal and ribbon document. The people from the Tang Sect will mingle with us and leave. We dare not search our cars at the city gate."

Jiulong agreed and looked up at the door. The carriage carrying Hu Buxian had disappeared from a distance.

"Ghost King, Hu Buxian is not ordinary. When you go back and figure it out, will you turn against the enemy? The dark ghosts we left in Lin'an are all old men from Shimenfan, so don't let this kid ruin them." He hesitated for a moment and asked, "The dark ghosts are the top talents selected from the ghost strokes, very precious, and one less loss is lost.

"No, he took the money and was determined to follow me." Changsun Hong smiled slightly and said confidently: "This kind of person will either refuse to be beaten to death, but once he gets on the boat, he will not be distracted. After all, the promise I gave him is worth the risk."

Jiulong blinked his eyes and was a little confused. Hu Buxian and Changsun Hong's last conversation were sitting side by side at the stone table and biting his ears. Even though Jiulong Ande was not far, he could not hear a single word.

He just saw Changsun Hong whispering, Hu Buxian listening carefully, and his expression changed while listening, and gradually became calm and peaceful from anger and nervousness. Although he still had a shocked expression on his face, there was no longer fear in his eyes.

What language did the Ghost King use? In a short period of time, the leader of the Imperial City Department surrendered lightly and accepted the entire box of gold in obediently?

Nine Dragon Ande couldn't understand it very well, but he didn't care. The Ghost King was omnipotent. Just watch the Ghost King do things and listen to the Ghost King's words.

"I'm going to Meng Mansion in the afternoon. I'm the last time, I'll always explain it." Changsun Hong patted Jiulong's shoulder and turned around and went in.

After lunch, I drank a cup of tea. It was almost time. Kowloon Ande prepared a horse harness and took his guard to take Changsun Hong straight to Meng Gong's home.

At Meng Gong's mansion, Meng Zhijing, Li Tingzhi and other Ningwu Jiedu governors were all there, and Wang Kui was also there. He would return to Sichuan with Changsun Hong, and in the last days, accompany Meng Gong for more time to fulfill his friendship with his colleagues.

"I took a lot of medicine and saw many doctors. Even the imperial doctors in the palace were invited, but they did not improve. The doctor said that this disease was caused by the stagnation of luck, and the unhappy knot was used, and the medicine stone was useless." Meng Zhijing stood outside the room and said softly to Changsun Hong.

There was a strong smell of Chinese medicine floating in the room. In order to facilitate Meng Gong's medicine, a small stove was placed outside the room, and a lot of medicinal materials were piled up next to it. Meng Gong's concubines were red and boiling medicine here.

"The official has clearly demonstrated the attitude of guarding against martial artists. To put it bluntly, it is to cut off the throne. This is a tradition passed down since the time of Emperor Taizong. No one can stop it, and no one can stop it. The civil officials of the Song Dynasty have been in the rule of the world for hundreds of years."

"Since the military man and the court do not use it, then only use civil officials. Looking at the officials in the court who can afford to be the important task of establishing the commander of Jinghu, counting them one by one, and even a slap can be used. This position cannot be written by writing a few articles about Huatuan Jinsheng, or writing a few poems that have passed down through the ages."

"You must have courage, understand military affairs, and be brave in killing. To put it bluntly, it means that literature can determine the country, martial arts can safeguard the country, Jinghu Lake has a complex terrain and difficult situations. It is possible for those who can withstand here to seal the altar and minister in the future."

"So, I recommend Jia Sidao. I know that he has some conflicts with you, but for the sake of the safety of the Song Dynasty, I hope you two can put the overall situation first, put your personal grievances first, and concentrate on supporting the country. Otherwise, if the Song Dynasty is in trouble, where will your personal small plan take root? "

It's too straightforward.

Wang Kui had a deep face, nodded, and whispered: "I understand, don't worry sir."

Meng Gong sighed, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and then continued.

"There are some people under my command who have been with me for many years. They are either honest, smart, good at fighting, or good at calculating. They are all the talents I have tempered over the years, just like me, with a bad temper, and ordinary people can't suppress them. I thought for a long time. If they were allowed to stay in Jinghu, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, and one day, they would inevitably have some conflicts with the newly appointed commander, and they would be suppressed sooner or later, and their big body would be wasted."

"So, I want them to go to Sichuan and to you, you two can test it, choose the elite, and make the best use of the people. It will be considered as a good deal for these people to follow me for many years. I have an explanation to them, which has been well placed."

Talents under the governor of Ningwu Army!

Is this a entrusting an orphan?

Wang Kui and Changsun Hong's hearts were like the rising sun in the morning, and suddenly radiated thousands of light, their whole body was filled with warm blood, and the ecstasy in their hearts almost couldn't help but laugh.

Meng Gong's life was full of military service, and all the generals and officials under his command were all well-known talents in the Song Dynasty, and they were useful wherever they were placed. He gave them to Sichuan in one sentence.

The grace is as deep as the sea!
Chapter completed!