Zhang Ruohao's official residence was very quiet in his study. Zhang Huan stood with his hands down without saying a word, waiting for the final reply from the head of the family. Zhang Ruohao stood in front of the window, looking thoughtfully at the two blooming wintersweets.

"Shibalang, I will go and save your friend, but not now!"

Zhang Ruohao slowly turned his head and stared at Zhang Huan's eyes and said, "You should understand that intervening too early will make Cui Yuan alert, and will also make Wei Yan use me and make me passive. Therefore, Wei Yan should be the pioneer and let Cui Yuan focus on him. I will then move on the camera, or join forces with Pei, Wei, or fight for Chu and Yang, or reconcile it from it, so that my Zhang family can get the greatest benefits."

"But if the opportunity is delayed, it will be more passive!"

Zhang Huan shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Have the head of the family ever thought that the person was taken away by the government, Cui Yuan must have known about this. In order to calm its influence, the best way is to kill people and silence them, and then push the county magistrate to be a scapegoat. This can not only divert the public's attention and win the reputation of selflessness. On the contrary, if the head of the family comes forward to inquire, it will at least make Cui Yuan afraid to kill people at will, thereby saving the lives of the two."

Zhang Ruohao did not answer. After a while, he glanced at Zhang Huan and smiled faintly, "A small Cui Xiong case is actually not worth mentioning. It is just an introduction. The real game is the battle between the right prime minister of my Tang Dynasty. Do you understand?"

Zhang Huan was silent. At this time, he had already understood that the head of the family did not want to save Zhao Yan and Zheng Qingming at all, and even intended to sacrifice them to make their death a new bargaining chip. Not bad! Zhang Huan also had to admit that this was indeed a clever power struggle. If he were Zhang Ruohao, he might have done this, but Zhao Yan and Zheng Qingming were his close friends, and he had to save it. This was no longer just a friendship, but it was a responsibility.

Zhang Ruohao also seemed to understand Zhang Huan's mood. He patted his shoulder gently and said, "You are the one I have always valued. I even plan to make you the successor of the head of the family, so you have to consider the overall situation and the interests of the Zhang family. This battle of phase is an opportunity. If you seize it, my Zhang family will turn over."

Zhang Huan nodded silently, and he bowed and said, "Then I will say goodbye!" After walking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and said to Zhang Ruohao: "Head of the family, I have a few friends, and the situation is very dangerous. I want them to live in the head of the family's official residence, I don't know if it is convenient."

Zhang Ruohao smiled and nodded, "You might as well let them live here!"

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Zhang Huan slowly walked on Zhuque Street. It was almost dusk, and the cold setting sun spread on his body, making his mood heavier. How to save Zhao Yan and Zheng Qingming back is already a very urgent matter. If they were allowed to stay overnight, they might be killed by the Cui family. Of course, this is only possible, but even if it is only 10% possible, Zhang Huan dared not take this risk.

Zhang Huan pondered for a moment, turned his head and ran towards Yanshoufang. Although Yanshoufang was adjacent to the West Market, it was far from as prosperous as Pingkang Square. The yard was deserted and quiet, and only close to the market area was more lively. Ordinary families were busy for the upcoming New Year of the 16th Qingzhi Year.

Longyou Academy has a branch in Yanshoufang, which is actually an office in Beijing. It is mainly used to accommodate scholars who come to Beijing for exams. This is also the unique place of Longyou Academy. The consistent militarized management makes it more stringent to the scholars.

The branch covers a large area, with simple buildings inside, and a large campus occupies most of the area. In the sunset, you can also see scholars galloping horses and shooting arrows. As soon as Zhang Huan entered the gate, he saw Xin Lang walking outward.

"Brother Bailing!"

Zhang Huan quickly walked up to meet him. Xin Lang saw that it was Zhang Huan and said in surprise: "Get sick, why are you here?"

"Some troublesome!" Zhang Huan pulled him aside, told him one by one, and finally said apologetically: "I don't want to distract everyone's heart, so I concealed this matter. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a bad thing, which I didn't expect."

Xin Lang thought for a while and said, "Why not do this? I will mobilize the scholars from Longyou Academy to petition and ask the government to release people."

"How many people can you mobilize?"

"Three, four hundred!"

Zhang Huan shook his head. If there were tens of thousands of people, it would be almost the same, too few people would prompt them to kill and silence them.

Xin Lang also understood what Zhang Huan meant. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and said, "Shangshu Wei will arrive in Beijing tomorrow and the next day, and he will definitely interfere in this matter."

Zhang Huan still shook his head. He thought about this, but he was worried that he could not survive tonight. It was dusk now, and time was no longer waiting for anyone!

"I have received Brother Bailing's intentions, so I'd better find another way!"

Zhang Huan forced a smile, bowed his hand and turned around and left.

Xin Lang looked at Zhang Huan's back, and he suddenly made up his mind and chased after him, "This matter was caused by me to save Wei Qing. The responsibility lies with me. Let me tell you! I will never refuse what we need to do to get rid of the disease!"

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Night fell quietly, and the Wannian County Government of Xingdaofang was quiet. In a separate courtyard diagonally opposite the county government, Zhang Huan brought fifteen scholars to wait for the opportunity. He rented it for three days with twenty coins. Although the landlord was confused, they quickly moved away for the sake of the money. When it was almost dark, Lin Qiaoqiao came to visit the prison. Zhao Yan and the other two were still in the yamen. They were locked in a small house and were not arrested. This brought a glimmer of hope to Zhang Huan's actions.

Lin Qiaoqiao had already returned, and the scholars in the courtyard were making final preparations. One of the two-meter-long wooden pillars had been sharpened, which was their main tool to save people.

"Listen, everyone runs away when they hit the wall. You must move quickly. I will do the rest!"

Everyone nodded and agreed.

Zhang Huan quickly walked to the door and looked at both sides of the street. He had one last thing to confirm. Is there an ambush nearby?

The night was quiet, and there was no pedestrian near the county government. At this time, three scholars came from afar and said to Zhang Huan: "We have seen the streets and alleys within three miles around, and there is nothing unusual."

Zhang Huan nodded. He was most worried that this was the strategy Cui Yuan used to lure them into the trap. As the country did, he would rather give up the plan to save people.

Now there is no ambush within three miles around, so they have time to escape. Even if there is ambush within three miles away, it will be too late to escape.

He thought about it, took out another letter and handed it to a scholar and said,

If we have any accidents, you can hand over this letter to Zhang Shangshu and ask him to save him!"

The scholar took the letter and left quickly.

The last thing was arranged, so Zhang Huan threw away all the distractions and stared at the direction of the county government backyard.

Another quarter of an hour later, a fire suddenly rose from the backyard of the county government. The flames quickly expanded in the strong night wind, and there were already faint shouts. The time came. Sixteen scholars carried huge wooden pillars and rushed towards the side of the county government. While running, they shouted to the people who came to put out the fire. The scene on the back street of the county government was very chaotic.

"One, two, three!" A thick wooden pillar hit the wall. With a 'boom', the wall shook and fell into a big pit.

"Come again!" Zhang Huan shouted softly, and everyone retreated five feet, "One, two, three!" The wooden pillar rushed to the depression of the wall again, and another muffled sound. The earth wall, which had been a century-old history, could no longer withstand such a powerful collision. It was knocked out of a big hole. The scholars threw down the wood and fled. Zhang Huan's body flashed, but rushed into the inner room from the big hole.

This room is where the yamen runners usually rest. At night, all the yamen runners on duty went to put out the fire. The room was empty, and Zhao Yan and Zheng Qingming were locked in an empty room opposite.

Zhang Huan rushed to the aisle, and there were four or five rooms opposite the aisle, all of which were closed. Zhang Huan glanced at a small table in front of one of the doors, and there were some food and drinks on it. Needless to say, Zhao Yan and the others were locked in this room.

At this time, Xin Lang and Song Lianyu also followed. The three of them tried their best and broke the door in a moment. Zhang Huan kicked the door open. The room was covered in dark paint, but in the faint light reflected in the aisle, you could see one person squatting in the corner of the room and the other lying on the ground.

Seeing someone rushing in with a knife, the squatting man was so scared that his voice changed, "You, what are you going to do?" It was Zheng Qingming's voice.

"Qingming, it's me!" Zhang Huan rushed up and grabbed him, "Wake Zhao Yan, come with me!"

Zheng Qingming also heard it was Zhang Huan's voice, and his heart was so happy that it was about to explode. He stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something again. He pointed at Zhao Yan on the ground and said, "Get rid of the disease, Zhao Yan has been broken!"

"How could this happen?" Zhang Huan knelt down quickly and looked at Zhao Yan carefully. He saw that his eyes were closed and his breath was weak, "It's too late, let's talk about it later!"

Zhang Huan picked up Zhao Yan and rushed out with everyone. The street was already in chaos, and people were carrying buckets to put out the fire everywhere.

The scholars had already run to the street. At this moment, the earthen walls of dozens of houses around the county government suddenly collapsed, and a large number of cavalry rushed out of the house, about a hundred people, all of whom were covered with armor and were full of murderous aura. The war horses galloped. After a moment, they caught up with all the scholars and drove them back with long spears.

"Don't resist everyone!"

Zhang Huan shouted, and he had already realized that the other party had no intention of killing them on the spot, and saving his life was the top priority.

The scholars quickly moved closer together, and they were back to their backs, and everyone's face was filled with tension and panic.

The cavalry crossed and flew rapidly, and in a moment they surrounded them like iron barrels, without giving them any chance. "Squat down all of them, and if I don't listen, I will regard you as treason!" The leading officer rushed to them and shouted loudly.

The scholars all looked at Zhang Huan together, waiting for his decision. Zhang Huan sighed secretly. He had already thought about it carefully, but Cui Yuan was still better at chess, but he arranged the last move, and there was still hope.

He waved his hand, "Everyone squat down!"

Everyone squatted down with their heads in their arms. At this moment, more than a dozen horses rushed from the east, guarding a carriage, slowly stopped behind the cavalry, and walked down from inside with a burly old man with a cold expression and quickly walked towards this side.

The cavalry seemed very shocked at the arrival of the old man. The officer came forward and knelt down and saluted with great respect. The old man pointed to the scholar in the circle, his tone was stern, and he was whispering something.

Zhang Huan's thoughts changed rapidly. Who is he? Why did he come so by chance? Could it be Cui Yuan? No! He would never show up at this time, and Zhang Huan seemed to see a glimmer of hope again.

After a while, the officer saluted the old man, turned around and waved his hand, and the hundred cavalrymen rushed away like a gust of wind, and the streets returned to their previous quietness.

The old man walked slowly to Zhang Huan with his hands behind his back, looked him up and down carefully, and smiled and said, "Are you the Eighteen Langs of Zhang Ruojun's family?"

Zhang Huan nodded, handed Zhao Yan in his hand to Xin Lang, bowed and bowed to the old man and said, "Thank you for your rescue, please ask me for your surname!"

The old man did not answer Zhang Huan. He glanced at the big hole in the county wall and couldn't help laughing: "You dare to burn the military rations of the Uighurs; you dare to smash the government office to save people. You are so brave, but I like it."

Zhang Huan suddenly remembered someone, and he said in surprise: "Senior, can you...?"

The old man's face changed slightly. He waved his hand and interrupted Zhang Huan's words, and said coldly: "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you must leave here quickly. If Cui Qinggong knows that his subordinates have released people, I will not be able to save you the second time!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the carriage, gave a few words to his entourage, got on the carriage and left quickly. His entourage stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Huan and said, "The master has an order to order me to escort the young master out of the city. Please follow me!"

Zhang Huan stared at the back of the carriage in a daze. He slowly knelt down and solemnly gave a junior tribute to the carriage.

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Chapter completed!