"Bang!"

The Duan inkstone on the table was shattered to the ground by Fan Yongji.

Fan Yongji, the hero of Henan, stared at his red eyes, like a demon king who came down to earth, was angry like a crazy lion, kicked the table over and the chair over.

The ground was filled with four treasures of the study and fragments.

The scholar who had finished speaking was so scared that he took several steps back and stood at the door, and could jump out at any time to escape.

"These bastards!" Fan Yongji cursed and roared, his face red with anger: "The bastards are raised by bitch! I have given my life to Da Song, but they treat me like this! A ball! Something worse than a pig or a dog!"

He turned around and overturned another flower stand, and a pot of clouds and mud on the stand hit the ground in a mess.

"God is going to destroy me! Is God is going to destroy me?" A gorgeously decorated sword hung on the wall. Fan Yongji jumped over, pulled it out, danced indoors, chopped whatever he saw, venting his anger: "I, Fan Yongji, have never seen anything! I have crawled out of the pile of dead people several times, what can scare me? Hahaha! I've fought with them!"

The walls were cut into a pothole. After waving the light and shadows, Fan Yongji sat on the ground with breath and gasped. There were no chairs to sit in the room, and he cut them all into pieces.

The literati and a few guards were timidly snoring at the door. No one dared to go in and persuade him. If Fan was angrily and bloody, he would kill him with one sword, but it would not be worth it.

"......Is it really over?" Fan Yongji's strength seemed to be exhausted in a burst of madness. He was as depressed as a tide and immediately swallowed him. Once he calmed down, despair easily occupied all his emotions.

An emerald sword inlaid on the hilt of the sword was thrown to the ground casually. Fan Yongji leaned against a wall that had cut countless sword marks, sat down weakly, lowered his head and thought silently.

Song Ting clearly wanted to use him as a scapegoat and sent it to Mongolia to vent his anger. The letter Jia Sidao sent was a life-seeking talisman, and he was taken down on the spot when he went to the designated position.

But what if I don't go? The Mongols are just around the corner. Perhaps in two or three days, their banner will appear under the city of Junzhou. At that time, how many people in the city will fight to the death for him Fan Yongji?

Take a step back and say that the people in the city are all his godsons of Fan Yongji, who are willing to do their best to work hard. But when there is no strong support outside, how long can the small Junzhou last?

After eating the food, what will you eat then?

Unsolvable.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.

The world is so big that there is no place for Fan Yongji to live in.

"That..." The scholar put his mouth in, his body was still outside the door, and said softly to Fan Yongji, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, "Sir, I have a saying that I want to tell you."

Fan Yongji sat down with his head down and ignored him.

The scholar was bored and probably was a little at a loss. He thought for a while before continuing: "I came back from Lin'an and heard something along the way. People outside said that Wang Kui, the Sichuan commander of Sichuan, ordered the barbarian general Changsun Hong to go out of the Yinping Path and sneak attack Hanzhong. Now he has occupied land in the Hanzhong area, guarding the main road, and fighting with Mongolia is inseparable."

"The man-supervised Changsun Hong is a very capable man, and he is invincible. The last time Mongolia went south, I heard that he suffered in Shu. My subordinates thought, since there is no master left in Jinghu, why not go to Shu?"

"Adults still have some resources in Henan now. As long as they are willing to go to join us, they will definitely consider it. Think about it, it seems that this is the only way to do it."

"Sir, consider it. Now there are wolves in the north and tigers in the south. Strong enemies on both sides are surrounded by strong enemies on both sides. Only Hanzhong can allow you to go there. There is no danger in Henan's four battles. It is not a good thing to be trapped here."

The scribe talked endlessly, the more he said, the brighter Fan Yongji's eyes were sitting on the ground.

The last word fell, and Fan Yongji had already stood up.

A straw, it's good.

Fan Yongji is not a fool. It is impossible to be a farmer in the Song court. The Mongolians must want his life, and the Song Dynasty will definitely not save his life. It seems that only the method mentioned by the scholars.

"Manshen is also a general of Song. Even if I escape to Hanzhong, will Changsun Hong dare to take me in?" Fan Yongji said suspiciously: "When the Privy Council comes, will he dare to resist and refuse to obey?"

After hearing this, the scribe wanted to walk in and explain in detail, but seemed to be worried about something, and hesitated and dared not step on his legs.

"Come in, I was just so angry just now. Now there's nothing wrong." Fan Yongji knew what he was thinking, so he reached out to sort out his hair that was scattered because of his anger, which made him look more normal. He shouted at the personal soldiers: "Come in quickly, bring some chairs in, there is no eye-catching thing!"

The guards went out in panic to find a few chairs and moved them in for the two of them to sit. Fan Yongji stared at me again and shouted, "Everyone can't be close to this room, and you can't do it either. Let me retreat a little further. Whoever lets me see it, I will ruin anyone later!"

Everyone agreed and ran away.

The room was quiet.

The scribe twisted his butt and adjusted his sitting posture. He smiled strangely in Fan Yongji's eyes and said, "Sir, I have something that I have wanted to mention to you for a long time, but I'm afraid I'm blamed you, so I haven't said it now..."

"It's okay, isn't it just contacting your old friend in Sichuan? I've known it a long time ago, it's okay." Fan Yongji waved his hand and said without an expression: "You talk about the serious business."

The scribe looked at him in surprise, and cold sweat emerged from his back.

Licking his mouth, the scribe continued, "This, uh, this, my friend, he is from Gongzhou. Now he is in charge of the Rongzhou Tuanshi. He is not a high-ranking official, but he is just a minor official. But after he knew that I was a worker under the adults, he sent me several letters in a row and said to me... and talked about some things. Of course, they are all small matters, and they are not allowed to go to the public. I feel embarrassed to tell the adults... Last month, he also wrote a letter."

When the scribe said this, he looked up and glanced at Fan Yongji, and found that he was a little braver after listening attentively, and said, "This man likes military affairs a little. He guessed what will happen this month. It's very strange. He guessed a lot... Uh, he also said that his master is Changsun Hong, the commander of the Rongzhou Troupe, and his boss is also very handsome. He said that this man has some ideas and hopes to talk to the adults."

Fan Yongji frowned. Once the normal state returned to normal, Fan Yongji's logical thinking and judgment skills were still excellent. He immediately grasped the key points of the problem.

"Changsun Hong wants to talk to me? Or did it happen last month?" He said in a stern tone: "Why don't you tell me?"

The scribe scratched his head and said, "Sir, I forgot that you hanged the man from the north last month. How dare I mention it?"

Fan Yongji understood as soon as he said that he did hang himself last month. He was the messenger of Liu Heima from the north to persuade him to surrender. At that time, in order to show his loyalty to Jia Sidao, he hanged him without even seeing him.

That's true, it's natural. Fan Yongji nodded to the scholar: "You keep talking."

"My friend said that Changsun Hong and Changsun like to make good tyrants from all sides. He is the title of Dali. He is just an official position in the Song Dynasty. He listens to the sendings of the Song Dynasty. If he doesn't want to listen, no one can do anything about it. Even the officials can only win over him and dare not offend him."

"The number one soldier who can fight in Shu now is the barbarians. The Mongolian invaded a few years ago. Thanks to the Dali barbarians, they captured Chengdu. Now they are also relying on the barbarians who have captured Hanzhong. It is clear that Lord Changsun has a lot of capital. I think, if the Lord Changsun takes advantage of the situation, Lord Changsun will definitely receive the Lord in a high standard. If he delays, he will go back to the enemy when he is absolutely necessary, it will be too late."

Fan Yongji touched his chin. After hearing this, his whole face gradually returned to his usual yellow color. His eyes turned and he laughed.

"This Lord Changsun wants to earn a reputation."
Chapter completed!