Three years ago, in order to better inquire about the news from the Jianghu and the people, Zhu Biao arranged for a group of people with outstanding martial arts and clever skills to open inns and wine shops at various key passes in Shandong to collect information from all walks of life.

Useful information on the road.

This group of manpower was planned by Zhu Biao as an independent organization, called the Embroidery Envoy, and was put in charge of Zhu Biao's fiancée, Hu Sanniang.

Today's Hu Sanniang is not the woman who only knew how to wield swords and guns in her original trajectory. She has been influenced by Zhu Biao since she was a child, and she has been taught by Mr. Wen, the teacher in the village.

One of her famous names is - Female Zhuge.

Embroiderer!

Zhu Biao hopes to carry forward this intelligence organization that flourished under Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and become an existence comparable to the bad guys of the Tang Dynasty and the Imperial City Secretary of the Northern Song Dynasty.

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Ever since Lin Chong entered Shandong, his whereabouts had been under the surveillance of the Xiuyi Envoy until he walked into the wine shop under Dulonggang tonight.

Accompanied by Lu Fang and Guo Sheng, Zhu Biao hurried towards the wine shop under the post. Looking at the heavy snowflakes flying in the sky, Zhu Biao couldn't help but smile.

Coach Lin really has a predestined relationship with snow. There is the Fengxue Mountain Temple in front of him, and he goes up to Liangshan Mountain on a snowy night in the back.

When Zhu Biao arrived at Gangxia Restaurant, due to intentional or unintentional arrangements, only a man in coarse linen clothes was sitting at a table in the corner of the huge restaurant.

There is a gold seal tattooed on the forehead, a leopard's head with eyes, a swallow's forehead and a tiger's beard.

The man lowered his head, one hand always pressed on the curled sword at his side, and his whole figure seemed to be hunched into the dim candlelight.

Although the wine sold in the wine shop is not as heavy as the wine in the Western Army, it is still strong enough. Several wine jars have been placed beside the man, and he is drinking one bowl after another. He does not seem to feel drunk, and he

He looks like he is bent on getting drunk.

Zhu Biao opened the heavy door curtain, and the man in the corner suddenly raised his head, and quickly exchanged glances with Zhu Biao who had just entered the door. The light in his eyes flashed past, and he pressed his right hand heavily on the knife, and then lowered his head to drink again.

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Without rushing forward, Zhu Biao stopped in front of the counter of the wine shop, casually picked up the account book on the counter and flipped through it.

Standing behind the counter was a fine-looking man with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary figure. If it weren't for the occasional glint in his eyes, such a person would never be found in the crowd.

Fleas on the drum - time changes.

This character who was seriously underestimated in the original work of Water Margin, even had a dark history, was looked down upon by most people in Liangshan, and was ranked second to last among the 100 generals, now occupies a pivotal position under Zhu Biao.

In Zhu Biao's opinion, in the original Water Margin, in modern terms, Shi Qian is the most cost-effective person.

Whether it was the gathering of generals in Liangshan, the subsequent fight against the Liao Kingdom, and the final pacification of Tian Hu, Wang Qing, Fang La, Shi Qian all had indelible achievements.

"How is business lately?" Zhu Biao asked Shi Qian.

"They are all miserable common people and passers-by. The business is not bad, but according to the instructions of the young master, they are all a loss-making business."

Shi Qian drooped his face slightly and replied with a wry smile.

"It doesn't matter, we don't rely on this to make money." Zhu Biao smiled slightly.

"I tell you many things now, and you may not be disappointed, but in the near future, you will know that all our efforts today will bear fruit one day."

"Here." Shi Qian responded respectfully.

Ever since he was reluctantly captured by Zhu Biao and taken to Zhujiazhuang four years ago, and then witnessed a series of Zhu Biao's methods, Shi Qian only had endless admiration and respect for the man who gave him a new life.

"Sir, look at the wall over there. I wrote it while drinking just now."

Zhu Biao followed Shi Qian's gaze and saw that in the corner of the wall where the man was, on the white wall behind him, there was a five-character poem written in wet ink on the white wall behind him.

...

Lin Chong is the most honest and honest man.

The world is famous, and the capital is a hero.

His life experience is tragic and his fame has faded away.

If he succeeds in his youth, he will dominate Tai Shandong.

...

Use words to observe people, use poems to reflect their aspirations.

After reading the poem on the wall, Zhu Biao shook his head slightly and smiled meaningfully. The Lin Chong at this time was still the Lin Chong he knew before.

Zhu Biao walked towards Lin Chong and called out: "Coach Lin."

Lin Chong's body in the corner suddenly shook, and he suddenly became vigilant. He held the knife beside him with his right hand, looked up at the man walking in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Coach Lin, there is no need to be nervous, we are not enemies."

Zhu Biao smiled slightly, sat down opposite Lin Chong, and continued: "My name is Zhu Biao, and this wine shop is my family's property."

"I never thought that it would be the hero of Shandong, Mr. Zhu Biao, Lord of Taishan, in person." Lin Chong stood up quickly, took one step forward, and made a gesture of bowing down.

Zhu Biao also stood up, held Lin Chong's arms, and said with a smile: "It's just a false reputation. Coach Lin doesn't need to be like this. I came here tonight, but I have something to ask the coach. If there is any disrespect later, I hope that the coach will forgive me."

Lin Chong was slightly startled, looking at the man in front of him who was always smiling, frowning slightly, and with doubts in his heart, he sat down again at Zhu Biao's signal.

"Master Zhu, if you have any questions, just say it's okay. Lin Chong will tell you everything he knows." Lin Chong said in a deep voice with a cautious look on his face.

"Coach Lin is coming from Cangzhou and wants to go to Liangshan?" Zhu Biao asked.

Lin Chong's brows tightened in an instant, and after a moment his expression relaxed helplessly. The other party obviously came here tonight with a purpose. It was not surprising to know his whereabouts, and he replied: "Yes."

"Does Coach Lin know who is in charge of Liang Shanbo now?"

"I heard someone from Chai Daguan say that the current head of Liangshan is a failed scholar he supported back then, called the scholar in white—Wang Lun."

"Does Coach Lin know what Wang Lun is like?"

"Don't know yet."

Zhu Biaoran smiled and said with a sarcastic face: "Although Wang Lun is the leader of a village, he is narrow-minded. Anyone who is more capable than him will not be able to go to Liangshan. With his ability as a teacher, he can reach the top of the mountain."

There are only two options in Liangshan, one is to go down the mountain in disgrace, the other is to kill Wang Lun and replace him."

"Choose one of the two, what choice does Coach Lin make?"

Lin Chong frowned. He did not doubt the authenticity of Zhu Biao's words. With his current reputation, there was no need to deceive him.

"Do I have to choose?"

Zhu Biao smiled slightly and did not answer, then said: "Even if Wang Lun changes his temper and keeps the instructor and entrusts him with important tasks, will instructor Lin be willing to be a thief from now on?"

"Lin Chong has been reduced to this, how can he dare to have other thoughts, and how can he find any other way out."

Lin Chong sighed, as if all his energy and energy were exhausted in this sigh, with tears in his eyes and unwillingness in his heart.

"The road is in people's hearts, and the road is also under people's feet."

Zhu Biao turned and his face darkened, "Coach Lin, my sister asked me to ask you a question on her behalf, Lin Chong, are you still a man?"

Lin Chong's expression changed and he looked embarrassed. He felt an unknown fire rising in his heart, rushing straight to his forehead. He asked sullenly: "Dare you ask me who your sister is? Why do you humiliate Lin Chong so much?"

"My sister, Zhang Zhenniang, is from Bianliang, Tokyo. Teacher Lin can still recognize her."

Zhu Biao stared at Lin Chong, his face as sinking as water, and answered word by word.

Lin Chong suddenly stood up, his body trembling uncontrollably, staring at Zhu Biao in front of him, like a wounded beast.

After a while, it seemed as if someone had stripped all the muscles and bones from his body, and he sat slumped on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he was muttering in his mouth.

"Zhenniang...is she okay..."

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Zhu Biao glanced at the counter, Shi Qian understood, and quickly stepped forward to help Lin Chong up from the ground.

Outside the wine shop, the north wind was howling, and the heavy snow mixed with goose feathers was beating against the windows, making a creaking sound. The cold air seeped into the house through the gaps between the windows.

The night became increasingly quiet.

Lin Chong's eyes were blank, and big tears were streaming down his face. Ever since he heard the words Zhang Zhenniang, the breath that had been supporting the eight-foot tall man's chest seemed to be released.

The hero is at his end, his heart is broken, and he wakes up from his dreams many times in the middle of the night with the name Zhang Zhenniang.

Zhu Biao waited quietly for Lin Chong to come to his senses, without urging him. He just poured a bowl of wine and handed it to the table, sighing: "Since it was so uncomfortable, why did Coach Lin bother to write the divorce letter in the first place?

Sister De’s family sheds tears all day long and is so miserable that she doesn’t want to live.”

When Lin Chong heard this, he was even speechless. He felt as if a big stone was pressing on his chest and he couldn't breathe.

"Teacher Lin, this world is difficult, and everyone is living cautiously. There are many people like you, so don't feel sorry for yourself."

Zhu Biao drank a bowl of wine, stood up and said, "My sister is in the village now. Should I go back to Zhujiazhuang or go up to Liangshan? Coach Lin will think about it for himself. Zhu is waiting for your reply outside the door."

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After saying that, he led Shi Qian towards the door. As the heavy curtain closed, a biting cold wind filled the wine shop, and the dim candlelight swayed uncertainly.

In the empty wine shop, only the once-famous instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards was left, with his head buried and undecided in his heart.
Chapter completed!