Laughing at Chang'an

The surface of the gray envelope feels smooth to the touch, and the opening is sealed with a very traditional wax paint, engraved with a seal with the words 'Top Secret' in ancient style.Leaving aside the actual effectiveness of this seal, it represents what the mercenary guild has proved with its millennium-long history—its own credibility.

There are [-] such 'hidden letters' in total, and they are now placed on Geng Yan's desk.

The guild envoy who sent these hidden letters sat across the desk, and there was no third party in the room, and after Geng Yan responded to the contents of the hidden letter, these hidden letters would be immediately taken back by the special envoy and brought back to the guild for further investigation. archive.

High handling fees, several times the remuneration for tasks of the same level, and unconventional services only provided to a very small number of special customers-hidden letter tasks.The publisher will designate the recipient of the task, and the guild will be responsible for communicating and negotiating on his behalf. The content of the task is kept absolutely confidential in advance, and no matter whether the designated recipient is willing to take over or not, he must also undertake the obligation of confidentiality.And if the content of the hidden letter is leaked, both the guild and the task recipient will be responsible for it.

Geng Yan opened the hidden letters one by one, and he read them quickly, because the contents inside were very simple and almost identical, except for the amount of remuneration offered by each.Adding up the sixteen hidden letters, the total remuneration has exceeded one billion Tang coins, which is comparable to ordinary small-scale war missions.Even if the remuneration is not mentioned, behind these hidden letters, it also represents the gratitude and friendship from sixteen families or organizations or forces.

He looked up at the special envoy of the guild who was sitting across from him. The latter was wearing a ridiculous-looking hooded mask. His gaze behind the eyeholes was calm and introverted, cautiously refusing to reveal any information.Geng Yan just glanced at it lightly, then withdrew his gaze, and turned his attention back to the hidden letters in his hand.

In this silent atmosphere, the intercom phone on the desk suddenly rang.

In front of the special envoy, Geng Yan picked up the microphone and raised it to his ear.It took about two or three sentences, and he showed a playful smile without hesitation on his face, squinting his eyes and smiling at the special envoy sitting opposite him.

"Well, I see." He said, hung up the phone, put the envelopes back together one by one, knocked them together on the table, and handed them back to the special envoy.

"I'm sorry, but for some reasons that you all know well, on behalf of the Geng Army, I cannot accept these tasks."

As a negotiator appointed by the guild, this special envoy has been very reticent from the very beginning. To be precise, he hasn't said a single word since he walked into this office.At this moment, facing the stack of envelopes that Geng Yan handed back, he finally said in a hoarse voice that was obviously changed by equipment: "Are you dissatisfied with the remuneration?"

It seems that he didn't understand Geng Yan's words, or he simply asked the question knowingly.Geng Yan put the envelope in front of the other party, his expression did not change, and he replied calmly: "It's not about the reward, um, I just don't want to be resented by my beloved subordinates."

The special envoy looked at him silently. After a while, he stretched out his hands with black leather gloves, pulled the neatly stacked hidden letters back into his arms, and stood up.

"Excuse me, farewell."

Geng Yan didn't get up, and didn't even respond to a polite word, but watched the other party walk out of the office indifferently, and closed the heavy wooden door.

In the quiet office, he leaned back in his chair, raised his hands to cover his forehead, and let out a tired breath.Some things have already deviated from the original track, and the things in this world are always intertwined and closely related. Any change in any link will cause an unpredictable chain reaction.

Wanting to have everything under control is pure nonsense.The more you know, the more you will feel the depth and heaviness of the so-called fate, and the more you will understand how difficult it is to change your fate.

But Geng Yan didn't think he would lose.

never.

………………

In the increasingly cold night wind, Rong Hu carefully adjusted the posture of his arms and legs, the blood poured on his body began to dry up, and the soaked clothes stuck tightly to his flesh, making him uncomfortable.Wang Zhen, who was running wildly with him on his back, had already crossed several streets. The fighting along the way seemed like an unreal drama. The flesh and blood and swords and swords were obviously flying in front of his eyes, but they were all rendered by the eternal calm on the young man's face. like a phantom.

Wang Zhen rushed out of the street corner, turned sideways in mid-air to avoid the oncoming bullets, put his left hand on the ground, pulled himself up, ran up to the street lamp by the side of the street, hooked the top horizontal lamp stand, and put his whole body on his back. Watching Rong Hu swing up to the eaves beside him.The tiles creaked and creaked as the tiles were trampled on. Wang Zhen, who was running across the two connected eaves, jumped onto the courtyard wall, turned over and fell into a side alley, and then rushed out without hesitation.

The surrounding lights seemed to dim suddenly, and the gloomy ancient cypress stretched out its branches, adding a bit of gloom to the quiet path at night.Wang Zhen, who rushed out of the alley, stopped, straightened up, and looked at the row of black muzzles across the road.

The khaki combat uniform, and the desert wolf badge on the chest, are the gunners of the desert... Wang Zhen took a deep breath, it seems that he still underestimated the reaction speed of these large mercenary groups, since he took Rong Hu to here In less than 10 minutes, the opponent had predicted his destination and laid a net.

"Hand over Ronghu, and you can leave." The other party did not attack immediately, but negotiated.

A crack finally appeared on Wang Zhen's calm face, and he smiled.Just when Rong Hu thought he was going to say something, he rushed out suddenly.

There was no need to say anything, he used his actions to tell the other party very clearly that there was absolutely no possibility of negotiation on this matter.

The seamless flow of bullets poured down, and Wang Zhen, who threw himself into the bullet net, swung his knife to block the bullet that threatened his life and the lives of Rong Hu behind him with admirable and precise judgment.The bullet flow tore through his clothes and pants, revealing the dark and simple battle armor inside, and the bullets with streamers rained down on his battle armor, leaving dots and dents, but they couldn't penetrate. Warframe damages him.

Wang Zhen rushed across the blockade line with Rong Hu on his back, pulled the man from behind with his backhand, hugged him in front of him and continued to run, the stream of bullets chasing him from behind and from both sides made him a little embarrassed to escape, but in order to protect Rong Hu , he had to run in an awkward posture.But this is not important, what is important is that he can already see the familiar plaque.

All the attacks stopped abruptly when he rolled under the plaque with Rong Hu in his arms.

——Because this is the residence of Li's Mansion, Chang'an, the Geng Army, and Li Shen.

Wang Zhen let go of Rong Hu, stood up, and met the eyes of the adjutant standing at the door.

"Brother Bao," he called.

The adjutant leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, with a casual and indifferent expression. Hearing this, he nodded coldly.Wang Zhenxin breathed a sigh of relief, helped Ronghu up the steps, and was about to go in the door when the adjutant stood up and blocked the door.

"You can come in, but he can't."

Wang Zhen raised his head in disbelief, but quickly recovered his emotions, and said seriously: "He is the son of Yang Huxing, if Lord Shen is here, he will definitely not ignore it."

"Now that the master is not here, I have the final say here." The adjutant still folded his arms, his eyes were full of sarcasm, "If I say no, I just can't."

Wang Zhen's heart sank.

The adjutant was not joking, he could hear that the other party would not joke with him about such things.Tonight, without Li Shen, he would not be able to enter this door with Rong Hu.

But this is Chang'an City, the only place that can guarantee Ronghu's safety.

This will mess up all his plans - with Ronghu, he can't do anything, but it's also impossible for the enemy to capture Ronghu and threaten Yang Huxing.

……what to do.

The adjutant looked at him and Rong Hu, smiled indifferently, turned around and entered the door, and then slammed the door of Li's residence mercilessly closed in front of the two of them.

After finishing all this, he raised his head and saw Haitang standing inside the door, just a few steps away.

Under the moonlit night, the beauty is picturesque, but the frost between the eyebrows and eyes seems to freeze the world.

"What are you?"

For the first time, Haitang took the initiative to speak to the adjutant, her voice was cold and the content was not polite.

"This family, when will it be your turn to decide?"

She walked past the adjutant, walked to the door, reached out to grab the latch, and pulled it upwards forcefully.

"Mrs. Begonia."

The adjutant turned his back to her, couldn't see the expression on his face, and said in a very flat tone: "Maybe I should call you Her Highness Hevira Shun."

The voice echoed softly in the dark night, and in the yard, especially the four seasons osmanthus in full bloom, the rich fragrance wafted out of the wall.When the unspeakable name was uttered from the mouth of the adjutant, something was shattered invisibly.

"Please remember your identity." The adjutant's voice was not loud, but it was nailed firmly into each other's ears, "Don't meddle in your own business."

"If you still want to continue to be your Mrs. Haitang, then please accept my advice."

………………

The vermilion door slammed shut in front of his eyes, Wang Zhen unconsciously clenched Rong Hu's hand, but immediately reacted and relaxed his grip.

"Hold it." Rong Hu suddenly said without thinking, "I don't hurt."

Hearing this, Wang Zhen looked at the other party.If he remembers correctly, they should be the same age, but probably because of the living environment, Rong Hu is much younger than he looks, younger and immature.Although he has experienced a series of huge changes such as family ruin and death in a short period of time, that face has not been stained with too much sophistication or vicissitudes, and still has the edges and corners that a young man should have.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhen couldn't help but silently said sorry in his heart.

He turned around and looked at the mercenaries standing on both sides of the street outside the door, the glowing ones, the blood slaughter ones, the desert ones, and the familiar uniforms and emblems such as war eagles and fire phoenixes.Except for the Geng Army, all the top ten mercenary regiments arranged by Chang had sent people here, and this was only on his side. It was conceivable what kind of terrifying lineup Yang Huxing was going to face.

After all, he failed to stop everything from happening, and even the final plan was brutally broken by the closed door behind him.This made him more aware of his own weakness and powerlessness, and deeply hated it.

"Let's go."

Wang Zhen let go of Rong Hu's hand, squatted down in front of him, and let him lie down.

"I'll take you to see Yang Martian."

He said calmly, drew out the twin blades of the dragon and sparrow, and faced the enemies who had been waiting for a long time.