Sir, I can do it!

"Supervisor Hong seems to be in a bad mood for the past two days. Why, there is no news from Lord Zhen Guo?" Wu Ze twisted his mustache, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "The wine in the Yunlou Good or bad, after all, it's a bit bland, not as strong as Wuji Winery's spirits."

Hong Kun stood facing the window with his hands behind his back, unconsciously rubbing the jade wrench in his hand.

Wu Zedao: "Ten days have passed, Lord Zhenguo can sit still, and Superintendent Hong can also hold his breath. If he doesn't look for you, you don't look for him. Just keep seeing each other like this. I'm afraid the one who will benefit in the end will be the real one." The one sitting on the dragon chair."

"Are you trying to persuade me to take the initiative to find Wei Ru?" Hong Kun turned around, raised his robe and sat opposite Wu Ze, and glanced at him faintly.

Wu Ze poured a glass of wine for him, and said: "In this matter, whoever comes to the door first will be left behind. But then again, after all, that person's target this time is you, my lord. The Marquis of Zhen Guo cooperated and made a lot of preparations first, so why bother to make a fuss at the door, instead, the family has become more precious."

"No, it's not expensive. Only you know how uncomfortable the knife rest is on your neck. The bigger bargaining chip is in the hands of the other party. Even if this cooperation is successful, I will lose a lot. You have cooperated with me for so many years, In terms of benefits, when did you see me being too expensive?"

"The last time I was stabbed by Changsun Ke, I lost the opportunity. This time, I have to hold the chips in my own hands to occupy a more favorable position."

"Supervisor Hong means..."

Hong Kun put his index finger on his lips, turned his head out of the window, and said, "Listen."

Wu Ze put down his wine glass and looked out of the window at the street. He saw a group of soldiers surrounding Qingshui Street, checking each one.

"...Have you seen a thin, 20-year-old scholar in coarse white clothes and handsome?"

"Hey, Lord Jun asked me that. I remembered it. Earlier, there was such a person who didn't have money to buy glutinous rice cakes and tried to deny it."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am still a scholar, so I don't feel ashamed to panic."

……

Wu Ze turned his head and said to Hong Kun: "These are the private troops of Wei Xuan's Flying Tiger Camp, but they actually dispatched troops into the city. Who are they looking for?"

"Young Master Wei San."

"Weizhao?"

"Ah."

"Wei Zhao, are you missing?"

"Ah."

Wu Ze was startled and said, "How can a good boy disappear? The Marquis of Zhen Guo is the best at protecting the cubs. If Wei Zhao makes any mistakes, I'm afraid there will be many twists and turns in this matter."

Hong Kun was very calm, he raised his hand to signal Wu Ze to sit down.

Seeing his attitude, Wu Ze thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Could this be what Director Hong said, the bargaining chip?"

The corner of Hong Kun's mouth rose: "You are not stupid after all."

Wu Ze leaned forward and leaned forward: "Wei Zhao is in the hands of Superintendent Hong?"

"No, but I know where he is."

"Where is he? Superintendent Hong, this is not a joke, Wei Zhao has a lot to do with it..."

Hong Kun lowered his eyes and said in his unique turbid and deep voice: "You doubt me?"

Wu Ze hurriedly cupped his hands and apologized: "I dare not. I'm just thinking for Superintendent Hong. After all, the west of the city is the territory of Chihuotang, so we can always be more considerate."

"Don't bother you, this incident happened suddenly, and I just found out about it, so I planned to borrow a knife to kill people. It is inconvenient for people from Chihuotang to show up. I have made arrangements. If it is done well, it will kill two birds with one stone."

Wu Ze followed Hong Kun's line of sight and saw that it was Huichun Hall.

"You want to move Huichun Hall?"

Hong Kun took a piece of meat from the belly of the fish and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.Yunlou's fish soup is delicious and the meat is tender. Hong Kun squinted his eyes enjoying it. He said, "A plump fish always has a bite to try."

"... Manager, it's not good, it's not good, there are a lot of military masters outside searching from house to house."

Manager Meng of Huichuntang suddenly jumped up from the rocking chair: "Do you know what they are looking for?"

The young man said impatiently: "They are looking for a handsome scholar in white clothes, that is, the one in the woodshed in the backyard!"

"Did you send a message to Deputy Director Fang? When will he come?"

The young fellow said: "Deputy Director Fang is currently patrolling the streets, and he said he will come later. Manager, the military master is near Huichun Hall, and he will be here soon."

Meng Guan hurriedly rubbed his hands and stamped his feet.

The young man looked around, and said in a low voice: "How about..." He compared his neck, his face was ferocious.

Guanshi Meng spat at him: "You are stupid, then Da Chen is already difficult enough, if you kill this scholar again, Da Chen will definitely make things worse, and the government will definitely investigate at that time, don't die about you."

Guan Meng didn't even think about what to do with Ning Zhiyuan, but he didn't know if the scholar had discovered something, so he was arrested and imprisoned for a few days.After Shuntian Mansion made proper arrangements, Wen Yu's matter was resolved, Chen Da was dismissed, and then he was released quietly.Even if the poor scholar guessed that the people from Huichun Hall had kidnapped him, he didn't dare to do anything without evidence.Without the help of Chen Da and his group, he would not dare to cause trouble

Who would have thought that he could not die and recruited the military master!

Guanshi Meng pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said to the boy, "Put him in a secret room..."

"Secret room? The secret room is full of... If he finds out..."

Manager Meng thumped him on the head: "Aren't you stupid? You won't lock people up after they've fainted, and then get them out after those military masters have finished searching. Other things It’s not too late to discuss long-term plans when Deputy Director Fang arrives. Hurry up and go!”

"Hey, let's go, little one."

"Come back!" Guanshi Meng asked again: "Who is the military master leading the team?"

The young man shrank his neck and said tremblingly: "Yes, it is the son of Zhen Guohou."

Guanshi Meng's legs went limp, and he slumped on the rocking chair without any image...

Deputy Director Fang was on duty tonight, and planned to send someone to go to Huichun Hall, but he ran into someone from Feihuying, and was ordered by Zhen Guohou Shizi to closely inspect Qingshui Street, looking for a white-clothed scholar.

Deputy Fang was in a state of turmoil, and on the surface agreed, he turned his head and sent the accompanying officials to search for the person, while he quietly came to the back street of Yunlou, looked around, saw no one was following, and then carefully knocked on the door of a private house. courtyard gate.

After a few 'Knock Knock Knocks', the courtyard door opened, Deputy Director Fang glanced back, and then quickly entered the courtyard.

The small courtyard is not big, only an oil lamp is lit in the main room, projecting the figures of the people in the room on the window paper.There was a swordsman leaning against the pillar at the entrance, with his arms around his sword, his eyes closed and his mind resting.

"Since you came here, what happened outside?" The voice of the man in the room was very young, and the tone of voice naturally carried a bit of irresistible oppression.

Deputy Secretary Fang lowered his head and replied respectfully: "The people from Feihu Camp are looking for Ning Zhiyuan."

"Ning Zhiyuan?"

Deputy Secretary Fang explained: "He has a good relationship with Wen Yu. The manager of Huichun Hall has been dealing with Chen Da's affairs for the past few days. I don't know where to get the news yesterday. It is said that Ning Zhiyuan seems to know something about Wen Yu's disappearance. Well, the steward was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he arrested Ning Zhiyuan and released him after the limelight passed. The villain planned to discuss this matter tonight, but for some reason, people from Feihuying suddenly appeared."

"The Flying Tiger Camp is Wei Xuan's personal soldier. The villain is worried that our affairs will be exposed. Two days ago, the Nanfu Superintendent came to Huichun Hall to inquire about Dong Yu... Ning Zhiyuan and Dong Yuchang He is copying books for others in the vicinity of Huguo Temple, and Ning Zhiyuan has a delicate mind, I am afraid that he will also see something in this matter, otherwise, why would Prince Zhenguo go to him with great fanfare."

The people in the room were silent for a while.

Deputy Secretary Fang said nervously again: "The villain is cautious and careful, and he has taken care of everything. Surely, nothing will go wrong. The prince Wei came here tonight, so is Ning Zhiyuan going to... solve it?" Lose."

"No need, don't make troubles during the troubled season. The manager of Huichun Hall is proficient in medicine, so it shouldn't be difficult to make a person half-dead."

"The villain understands, the villain will do it now."

After Deputy Director Fang left, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became solemn.The voice of the people in the room was cold and stern: "Is there any news from the whirlwind?"

The swordsman at the door lowered his eyes and replied, "No."

"Changsun Ke...is a terrible opponent. If you don't get rid of him, it will definitely hinder the great cause of my Highness. In any case, there must be a result tonight. Buddha, you go."

The swordsman disappeared without a trace like a demon in an instant, only the leaves in front of the court fell silently.

The darkness spread unscrupulously, entangled, and encroached, like a chaotic world without a ray of light.The young boy grasped randomly, his palm pierced through the thick fog, leaving nothing but bone-chilling coldness in his palm.

The young boy's eyes were wide open, and an ugly thing covered in black and fluff was hanging upside down in front of his eyes. The thing propped up transparent wings, bared its terrifying fangs, and tilted its round head, as if thinking Where should I start my mouth.

The little boy's eyes were full of fear, he wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.I don't know how long I lay there, my whole body was numb, and I couldn't lift half of my strength.Just like this, he confronted this ugly thing until the faint sound of swords and soldiers came from outside.

The ugly thing seemed to be aware of it, tilted its head, opened its bloody mouth, and a drop of mucus dripped on the tip of the young boy's nose, emitting a foul smell.

Then, there was only a sharp whistle, and a rustling sound suddenly sounded in the cave, and a large black cloud gushed out, blowing a strong stench.

The bleak moonlight finally shone into the cave, and he supported his body with his thin arms and struggled to crawl towards the faint light. The desolate vegetation swayed in the cold wind, and countless ghostly shadows appeared, as if to tear the world apart. broken.

In the empty wilderness, the whistle sounded again, and the black cloud fluttered its wings, attacking a young man with a sword.

The sword-wielding boy's eyes were cold and calm, and he rushed into the black clouds with his sword in hand. The light of the sword was like lightning under the dark clouds, and it was too late to catch it.Until the boy's sword provoked a beautiful bloody arc, the whistling sound stopped abruptly, and the wilderness returned to silence.

In the gloom and darkness, the color of blood fascinates the eyes.The little boy raised his head, and his gaze caught off guard into the deep eyes of the sword-wielding boy.

"Sorry, I'm late."

That was what the sword-wielding boy said to him before he fell asleep. The voice was deep but sweet, not as vigorous as a boy, but calm and full of depression, like the dawn wind and the moon...

The cool and sweet water flowed into the limbs and bones, the little boy felt himself alive again, his long wing-like eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, and the sky was as blue as washing.

"you're awake?"

The little boy turned his head, and saw the sword-wielding boy leaning against the thick tree trunk with one leg curled up, squinting at him.

The young man has long eyebrows drawn into the temples, and his red phoenix eyes under the eyebrows are very charming.The ends of the eyes are slightly raised, and the divine light is restrained, but there is a bit of natural desolation and alienation.

The rustling autumn wind blew by, and the fiery red leaves fluttered down on the young man's shoulders, lingering for a moment, and then reluctantly slid down the young man's firm arms.

"Good brother, you saved me!"

The little boy struggled to sit up, his clear eyes burst out with a strange look, scorching like peach blossoms: "My name is Wei Zhao, my Zhao is like the sun and the moon, I am eight years old, generous, virtuous and talented. I live in the east of the inner city Three, she has quite a lot of property, but she is not yet married."

He stared at the young man's handsome face, his eyes were smiling, and narrowed into two crescent moons: "The script says that the grace of saving life is given by your body, and I told you about my family background. Good brother, tell me about you."

The corner of the sword-wielding boy's eyes twitched undetectably, he hesitated to speak several times, as if he didn't know how to respond.After a while, he said coldly, "Ke...15 years old..."

He avoided Xiao Wei Zhao's fiery gaze, subconsciously moved a little to the side, and added: "Male."