Chapter 105: Fighting for the Head of the Family (7)

"How do you know there will be two identical letters?" Zhang Huan stared at her tightly and asked. He had realized that this news was most likely the key to Zhang Ruohua's turnaround.

"It's very simple. When Zhang Ruofeng read that letter, he accidentally tore off one side because of nervousness. The letter Zhang Ruojin showed me a few days ago was intact and there was no trace of being torn. So I dare to assert that there were two exactly the same letters. As for whether the first letter was torn off by Zhang Ruofeng or hidden, I don't know."

Zhang Huan walked slowly in the room with his hands behind his back. Of course, the first letter might have been torn off by Zhang Ruofeng, or it might have been found by the other party and taken back. However, with Zhang Ruofeng's cautious approach, he would definitely give this letter to the head of the family without rashly tearing it off.

Did they search for Zhang Ruofeng when they killed Zhang Ruofeng? Zhang Huan still felt it was impossible. He had already fought with the other party once. With the other party's scheming and carefulness, he would never make such a fatal mistake.

There was only one possibility. Zhang Ruofeng had hidden it in advance, but where would he hide it? Thinking of this, he glanced at Wang Yanluo and suddenly found an elusive smile hidden in her eyes.

Zhang Huan felt something, and he immediately smiled and said, "Tell me everything you know! I can agree to your two conditions now."

Wang Yanluo smiled sly, "It's useless for your promise. I want your master to agree to me in writing!"

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The lights in Zhang Ruohao's room were soft, and a letter was lying quietly on the table. One side of the corner of the letter was torn off and stuck with white paper behind it. This letter was the evidence that Zhang Ruofeng gave to Wang Yanluo before being killed.

Zhang Ruohao looked at the letter in a daze. He couldn't believe it was true. It was exactly the same as his handwriting. The seal below was also true. It was indeed his official seal. The letter paper was also numbered with a numbered official document paper of the Ministry of Rites. Someone secretly stolen it a few years ago.

As long as this letter is revealed, I will be unable to argue.

Zhang Ruohao suddenly had a kind of Qingxin who was favored by God. Cui Yuan made the same two letters as his cleverness, but once this cleverness is indebted to others, it is very likely to become a loophole. In fact, this is the case. If Zhang Potian or Zhang Huan did this, such fatal negligence would never happen. Unfortunately, Cui Yuan used the wrong person. One of Zhang Ruojin's biggest weakness is that he was ruthless at critical moments and did not have the perseverance to study it deeply, otherwise he could have replaced himself in May.

Zhang Ruohao quickly wrote a letter and handed the two letters to Zhang Huan and said with a smile: "I will meet some tribe members in the next two days. With your master protecting me, you can go and do your own business! Go to Taiyuan Mansion again tomorrow and the next day, and be sure to hand over these two letters to Han Envoy for me."

Seeing that the head of the family was happy and knew that he had a chance of winning, Zhang Huan nodded and smiled: "Okay! I will go to Taiyuan Mansion tomorrow. It's late at night. The head of the family should take a break early!"

Zhang Huan slowly withdrew from the Little Red Building, where it was already extremely guarded. More than 100 Zhang Huan's personal soldiers were closely protected by Zhang Ruohao's residence, and Lin Delong, who was hiding in some unknown place.

Zhang Huan reminded the soldiers and then went under the escort of dozens of personal soldiers. He now lives in an empty mansion, only more than a hundred steps away from the place where the owner lives. However, Zhang Huan had a concern in his heart and walked straight out of the gate.

After leaving the gate, he did not cross the bridge, but turned left and walked slowly along the Guardian River. The river water was dark and quiet. A few people were washing clothes by the river. Before he knew it, he came to his original residence. Uncle Ya suddenly lost his mother's news, so he had been searching everywhere like crazy for the past few months. Finally, he sent someone to tell him that his mother was fine, so he was willing to come to Chang'an.

The door was closed tightly, and it seemed that someone was living inside again. Zhang Huan stepped forward and knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside.

"Who are you looking for?" A timid voice came from behind.

Zhang Huan turned around and saw a little girl standing a few steps away. She was about eleven or two years old, wearing a coarse cloth dress. She had a pretty face, a pair of big eyes, a childish face, a thin figure, and a large basin of clothes in her hand. She looked at the large group of soldiers in front of her with some fear.

Zhang Huan smiled gently, bent down and said to her, "I used to live here, I'll take a look today."

"Are you the great hero Shibalang?" the little girl asked hesitantly, but her eyes became brighter.

"I am Shibalang, but I'm not a big hero"

Zhang Jian waited for a long time but didn't see anyone coming out of the room, so he asked her with a smile: "Why, is there no one at home?"

"No, no."

The little girl took out a key in panic, squatted down and opened the door, and took a step back and said, "You go and see!"

Zhang Huan smiled, then pushed the door and entered the yard. The yard was almost exactly the same as before, but it was cleaned very clean. The field that Uncle Mu was turning over in the corner was full of vegetables, and two chicks were searching for something in the vegetable field.

Two of the three rooms were locked, and only the door of the room he lived in was half open. It was probably the little girl who lived there. Zhang Huan looked at it and walked towards his mother's room.

"You may have something in there, which was placed inside by Uncle Mute." The little girl walked up from behind him and found a key from a corner and opened the door.

"Do you know Uncle Mute?" Zhang Huan suddenly became a little fond of her.

"Yeah!" the little girl nodded and said, "Uncle Ya was still there when I moved in. He was a very good person. He went out early in the morning, but he had to come back very late in the evening. He told me he was looking for the master."

Zhang Huan sighed secretly and asked again: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Hua, and my name is Hua Jinxiu." Seeing that they had no malice, the little girl gradually relaxed.

"Young Master, we are all talking about you." The little girl's face was a little red and her eyes were bright. It was obvious that she admired Zhang Huan very much.

Zhang Huan smiled without saying a word and walked into the house. The room was filled with boxes, some of which were left by Zheng Qingming before, and some of which were treasures that Uncle Mute had accumulated under the bed, and he didn't even know what it was.

Zhang Huan glanced at him and suddenly saw the wicker box. He hurried forward and gently stroked the box. The surface of the box was wiped spotlessly. He opened it again, and there was nothing inside.

"The things in the box were taken away by Uncle Mute. The box was a bit rotten. He couldn't take it, so he asked me to protect it well. I have to wipe it once a day."

Zhang Huan nodded to her gratefully, "Thank you?"

After pausing, he asked again: "From your tone, you seem to live alone. Who are you from the Zhang family?"

"I only have one clan sister. When I got married to the Zhang Mansion, I had no choice but to follow me." Speaking of this, the little girl lowered her head and seemed a little uneasy. She had moved in secretly in this yard. If Zhang Huan was not sure, she really had no place to live.

Zhang Huan put a ingot of gold on the table, then waved to everyone and said, "Let's go!"

A group of people left the courtyard, walked more than ten steps, Zhang Huan turned back and looked back. In the cold night wind, a thin body stood at the door and looked at them blankly.

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The next morning, the side door of Zhang's mansion slowly opened, and dozens of horses ran out of the gate and rushed straight towards the small bridge. Today, Zhang Huan was idle and planned to go to Beijing City for a walk. However, as soon as he crossed the small bridge, he saw an old Taoist priest standing at the bridge. He saw that he was tall, fair-looking, three long beards floated straight in front of his chest, wearing a straight apricot yellow Taoist robe, which had a bit of a fairy-like charm.

When he saw Zhang Huan coming down the bridge, he immediately bowed his hand and bowed. Zhang Huan also smiled and clasped his fists to him. The war horse rushed out several steps. He suddenly heard the Taoist priest laughing behind him and said, "Xiang Zhuang dances with swords, can you tell me what Cui Xiang means?"

Zhang Huan held the reins and looked back at the Taoist priest, but saw him holding his hands behind his back and looking at him. Zhang Huan smiled at his personal soldiers and said, "Bring him!" After that, he let the horse go away.

Zhang Huan originally planned to go to Beijing City, but the old Taoist priest's words made him change his mind. He came to a restaurant nearby, went directly into a elegant room, sat down and said, "Take him in!"

The old Taoist pulled his clothes and walked into the Yashi slowly with his hands behind his back. He smiled faintly and said, "I'm chasing you from Chang'an to Taiyuan. Is General Zhang recruiting polo strategists?"

"Of course the polo strategist is trying to do it, but that's in Chang'an. What's the matter with the gentleman chasing him to Taiyuan?"

The old Taoist raised his head and said proudly: "It's very simple, I want to be your chief adviser."

The polo strategist is just an excuse. Zhang Huan’s real purpose is to find several talents who are good at strategy. This old Taoist priest saw his intentions. From this point alone, we can see that he is a person with a heart. However, his intention is completely different from that of Han Yu who is poor and interested in him. This person is over fifty years old and has become a monk, so he must have some purpose. What does he want to get from himself?

Thinking of this, Zhang Huan smiled without saying a word: "Where can I ask the Taoist Master, where can I practice immortality?"

"I am a monk in Nanyue. If the general calls me Taoist Li."

Zhang Huan smiled and said, "Sir, since you want to be my chief polo strategist, you must show me some real skills."

Master Li gently stroked his long beard and smiled, "I look at General Zhang's layout in the past six months, like playing chess, using power as a strategy, using qin as a weapon, using qinwen as a military force as the first force, sending troops to the Uighurs, killing Zhu Xicai, eradicating Liu Yuanqing as his son, flowing all the way, taking charge of the Northern Ya Imperial Army, and establishing his own foundation in the court. Instead, he plays chess in Hedong, helping Zhang Ruohao to purify the family. On the surface, it seems to be for the Zhang family, but in fact it is to stop Cui. Pei's power from entering Hedong, and you want to seek Hedong as the foundation, and finally compete with Cui and Pei. General Zhang, am I right?"

Seeing that he had spoken out many secret matters of his life, and he didn't even realize that he wanted to plot against Hedong as the foundation, he thought of them one by one for him, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Seeing that he was silent, the old Taoist smiled slightly and continued, "The general wanted to find a fundamental place. This idea is correct, but it is not wise to choose Hedong."

“Why?”

"There are three reasons." The old Taoist priest stretched out three fingers. "One is that the general's foundation is too shallow, and the capital in his hands is only three thousand troops in the Tianqi Camp. The Pei family of Cui has been intricate for nearly a hundred years. The three powers of court officials, soldiers and wealth are all in the hands of two of them. There are also the foundations of Shandong and Hebei. They have been peeping at Hedong for a long time, how can you allow you to occupy the nest? Secondly, although the Zhang family has become increasingly declining in recent years, their clan members and disciples are widely distributed in Hedong counties. As the saying goes, a centipede worm will die without being stiff. If you want to seek Hedong, you may not be able to pass the Zhang family's level."

Zhang Huan tentatively said, "But I am a member of the Zhang family."

The old Taoist priest smiled coldly, "The problem is that you are just a concubine of the Zhang family. It is your identity. They will not tolerate you. You and Zhang Potian should know the most clearly in your hearts. This is the root of the decline of the Zhang family. If Zhang Ruohao is given five years, there may be hope, but unfortunately he has no time."

"What about the third one?" Zhang Huan asked in a deep voice.

"The third is when I am today. If I don't make a mistake, he also wants to take Hedong as his own support. You seem to be his confidant, but in fact, I know this person better than you. This person is rude and rude, and he is very suspicious. He never trusts anyone. Unless you are willing to be one of his dogs and call him and drink, he will never tolerate you. So I advise the general to find a way to first take remote places as the foundation, or Bashu, Jianghuai, or even the old land of Hexi, and then go west to Anxibeiting as a strategic depth, accumulate strength and accumulate people's hearts, and when the wings are full, then rise up strongly and enter the temple to compete with Cui and Pei. At that time, the general's great cause can be determined."

Zhang Huan was moved by his words. Who was this Taoist priest who had such a high strategic vision? He pondered for a moment and asked, "The immortal elder seems to know Dang Xizi?"

"certainly!"

The old Taoist priest smiled coldly and said, "Eighteen years ago, the late emperor intended to change him to become the crown prince. I will try to dissuade him. How can a person without benevolence win the world? It seems that it is not bad at all."

This last sentence made Zhang Huan stand up suddenly. He stared at the old Taoist priest and said word by word: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!