It's raining in Yanzhou, and it's also raining in Chang'an City, but it's not as heavy as the rain in Yanzhou.

The rain was dripping, covering the entire Chang'an City, and it also dripping on the tiles on the top of a small building in Chang'an City, with a dingdong sound, as if playing a beautiful music, while the two people in the small building sat opposite each other, silent.

Three-storey small building, eight carved beams and painted columns, vermilion lacquer railing, the pane is decorated with gold and silver threads, in the whole red and black tones of the small building, the crane and peony patterns are outlined, it looks solemn and elegant and magnificent, and the rain forms a rain curtain along the tiles, which is more elegant.

In Chang'an City, it is far more than Yang Biao who is dissatisfied with Wang Yun, and there are also characters like Zhao Wen. Zhao Wen was originally Jingzhao Juncheng, and he was also one of the important figures in the land of Sanfu, but now he is just a servant, and his status is not embarrassing. Although the Shandong Shi clan is lukewarm to these officials who were originally from Chang'an, and most of these people in Sanfu don't have many ideas, they can't live in fear, under such a situation, it is quite difficult for Zhao Wen to get rid of the additional official in the service and obtain some real power.

Zhao Wen was originally full of thoughts on performing well in front of Wang Yun, using Wang Yun's tiger skin to gain more space and show his ambitions, but with Wang Yun's stubbornness and self-use, or simply looking at Zhao Wen and these people, Zhao Wen's small abacus could only be put into water.

Zhao Wen saw the fall of the original Dong Zhuo's officials one by one, leaving attractive vacancies one after another, but he couldn't find any way to live or die, so he could only suppress his heart full of desire in the depths, on the surface he was still smiling freely, but in fact, his eyes were about to erupt fire.

Wang Yun got up too fast, although he used to be a high-level figure, but he did not show a sufficient talent base in this power infighting with Yuan Kui and Dong Zhuo, just like a pavilion in the air, although beautiful, but crumbling, so when Yang Biao revealed a little kindness, Zhao Wen immediately chose the Hongnong Yang family, which has a more personnel base......

Yang Biao was originally also a figure at the level of the Three Dukes, and after several ups and downs in the official sea, these days, Yang Biao and Li Dao and Guo Yan in the east of the city secretly communicated with each other, and saw that Wang Yun could be knocked down by these remnants of Xiliang, and he couldn't help but stretch his eyebrows and feel happy.

But at this time today, Yang Biao's face sank again, and the subordinates who served in front of him couldn't help but tremble, for fear of doing something wrong, which provoked Yang Biao's anger from nowhere.

Yang Biao in the small building looked like water, although he still looked calm on the surface, but without a smile, he was like an incomparably deep pool, extremely cold, and he didn't speak, just kept playing with a jade Ruyi, and didn't say a word in the sound of the rain.

Zhao Wen looked calm, just waiting for Yang Biao to speak.

I don't know how long it took before Yang Biao put the jade Ruyi on the table and said in a deep voice: "Zirou! How did you say that! Jingzhao City is strong, why worry? Dong thief gave the head, a little Xiliang thief, a little repetition, what are you afraid of? At this moment, you don't inspect the city defense, order the school weapons, and work with one heart and one mind, but you come here to talk nonsense......"

Yang Biao paused, stood up and continued to say with a straight face: "...... Zirou, the government and the opposition, when they are working together to tide over difficulties, how can they restrain each other? Your words, a certain self-deserving mountain to wash your ears! Forgive me for being rude, and you go! Go! ”

Seeing Yang Biao turn his back and drive away with his long sleeves, Zhao Wen remained silent, slowly stood up, saluted Yang Biao, and then took a few steps back, turned around and was about to leave the small building.

Yang Biao watched Zhao Wen walk to the stairs step by step with the corner of his eye, and suddenly said, "Zirou, stop!" ”

Zhao Wen turned around respectfully when he heard this, and did not walk back directly, but just bowed his hand slightly, waiting for Yang Biao to speak.

Yang Biao took a few steps with his hands in his hands, and only after a while did he whisper: "What do you want?"

Zhao Wen smiled faintly, and also replied in a low voice: "A certain Yu in Jingzhao, there are many old knowledge, which can be driven by Yang Gong...... People say that if the heavens are with it, then they should take it for themselves, and if they don't take it, they will suffer from it...... A certain is sincere, and I hope Yang Gong will think twice......"

Zhao Wen's every sentence was said very slowly, but it was accurate, and finally Yang Biao's face, which had always been flat, loosened slightly.

"Zirou, please sit down...... Yang Biao asked Zhao Wen to sit down again, the expression in his eyes changed, and he was silent for a long, long time, and finally said slowly: "...... Let me consider this matter for a ......"

Zhao Wen didn't talk anymore, so he arched his hand and said goodbye to Yang Biao, and before leaving, he suddenly said: "...... Yang Gong, there is another person, Yang Gong needs to pay more attention......"

"Who?"

"Protecting the Hun in Lang Fei Qianfei Ziyuan."

"Why?"

Yang Biao asked lightly.

"First there is auspicious Rui is its name, and then there is a sacrifice to help its momentum, and now it is widely distributed to increase its prestige...... This man is quite talented, but ...... Yang Gongzhuo saw thousands of miles, and he should be clear about the meaning of the next. Zhao Wen arched his hand and said.

Yang Biao bowed slightly, but didn't say anything, and Zhao Wen didn't say anything more, just arched his hand again, and then respectfully retreated.

Fei Qian, Yang Biao naturally knows, and knows a lot, about what to please Yinshan, in Yang Biao's eyes, it is just grandstanding, the champion Hou has won the victory of Yinshan after several hardships, and now a mere Hun Zhonglang, just thinking about the merit of greedy heaven for himself, isn't it ridiculous?

If you want to become the second champion Hou, you also have to see if you have the ability to champion Hou......

But the most important thing now is not that bitter cold place, but right in front of you, as long as you win this game, you will naturally have the opportunity to slowly clean it up.

It's just that this Zhao Wen has a keen sense of touch and is abnormal, but whether it can be used or not, it needs to be weighed well. The more critical the last moment, the more careful it is to not have a half-point spread pool.

When Zhao Wen arrived at the bottom of the small building, naturally someone from the Yang family greeted him, opened the oil umbrella, protected Zhao Wen from the rain, and went all the way.

Yang Biao stood on top of the small building, watching the oil umbrella covering Zhao Wen go farther and farther, the look in his eyes changed uncertainly, and after a long time, he suddenly sighed softly, and his face showed a deep tired look, "...... Why do you suffer, why do you suffer......"

Yang Biao immediately turned around and went down the small building, leaving only a delicate crane-shaped incense burner in the room of the small building, which was still slowly rising up green smoke, slowly drifting to the window of the small building, but was directly blown into the air by the wind and rain......