Wancheng Chronicle

"I don't want to cause you any trouble." Ming Yi lowered his eyes, the thick eyelashes cast shadows, like mountains and mountains.Gu Qijin never sent anyone to follow him, but he must know his whereabouts.Today is different from the past, since Gu Qijin decided to tie him down, he will not tolerate Mingyi's going to Chen Tianrong again.

When Sympathy Lang sees his beloved woman being imprisoned and tortured, the pain in his heart almost overwhelms him.Chen Tianrong gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence: "Then you are willing to go back and be tortured?"

"Don't force me, you can't beat him!"

Chen Tianrong blocked the door, blocking Mingyi's way out.Zhang Ka embraced the beauty with both hands, and said sincerely: "How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

I can't beat him?Stay and I will protect you! "

"Can we talk about this matter later? Go back with me first, at least don't go back to Gu Qijin."

Mingyi suddenly became more entangled and a little unbearable.With half push and half push, he finally followed Chen Tianrong back to his rather comfortable mansion.But Chen Tianrong's tenderness and consideration cannot conceal the complexity and treachery of the outside world.Mingyi watched Chen Tianrong leave, and gladly accepted his deep kiss at the time of parting.Then, as agreed, I went to a remote teahouse.

Ming Yi sat down in front of a robed guest, ordered some tea, covered his mouth slightly, and drank it directly.

"Gu Qijin's people didn't follow you?"

"He knows he can't keep up with me, so he won't waste his subordinate's time." Ming Yi smiled slightly, dragged the newspaper on the opposite side, and flipped through it.

The robed guest on the opposite side raised his head, his sparse beard looked quite old.Passers-by would never have guessed that this unattractive middle-aged man was the first heavenly king of the Lixing Club, the murderer Zhao Junnong.The second son of the Ming family, who is glamorous and innocent in the eyes of ordinary people, is Zhao Junnong's most proud disciple, the rising star of the Lixing Club, "civet cat".

Zhao Junnong asked Xiaoer to serve a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. The soft, glutinous and sweet food in Wuxing area is as charming as the women here.He pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of Ming Yi, and then asked, "Why don't you quit drugs?"

One bite, but it doesn't taste like childhood.Mingyi remembers that when he was a child, on autumn evenings, under the plane tree at home, he would throw himself in his mother's arms, eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and listening to her mother tell the legend of saffron.Over time, he fell in love with osmanthus cake.It's just that many years later, he can no longer feel the sweetness that burst into his heart. "You want to see the scene where I'm delirious and spit out all the dark threads? Do you want the intelligence network you've set up all these years to be destroyed by me? Don't be so cruel." Mingyi picked up another piece of pastry, smiled and stuffed it into his mouth, Block the fishy sweetness overflowing from the tip of the tongue.

"When did you quit your habit of biting your tongue?"

Ming Yi nodded and smiled, but replied indifferently: "Practice, it's convenient to bite your tongue and commit suicide." He knew that Zhao Junnong was always serious and never lenient in punishing his subordinates, but he was a person who cared sincerely for every life.Because you cherish it, you will be afraid of losing it, and you will treat yourself almost harshly. "You talk about the business, anyway, this problem can't be changed."

Zhao Junnong looked at Mingyi, it was too difficult for this cute child. "Wang Yan, a warlord in the north, surrendered to Saifango and announced that the six northern provinces would be independent from the government."

The traitor died, and Mingyi understood what Zhao Junnong hadn't finished saying.He nodded, the contingency in the north has drawn condemnation from all over the country, and the public opinion is raging.As for Wang Yan himself, Ming Yi knows about him—a reformer 20 years ago, and a pillar of the country ten years ago.After parting ways with the current President Zheng, he led the army to conquer the important northern town and became a tyrant.That is to say, after occupying the six northern states, he gradually degenerated, and finally became a running dog of Xifango. "I'll look for opportunities to approach him."

"No need!" Zhao Junnong dismissed Ming Yi's plea, saying, "He will pay the imperial capital immediately and participate in the negotiations between the North and the South. I will kill him on the day of the meeting."

I have not been an outstanding person in this life, and I would like to exchange my life for peace in the world.This is what Zhao Junnong taught Ming Yi when he first met him.At that time, Zhao Junnong, with determination and perseverance in his face, went to the mission of never returning, just like today.Mingyi put down the teacup, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Virgin, you don't need to do it yourself."

"The fate of the country is a gamble here, and there is no room for loss. You young people, I am not at ease." Zhao Junnong remembers that Mingyi seldom referred to his official position. He always joked that he was a non-staff member of the Lixing Society, not subject to administrative orders. "In the event of an accident, you will take over all the sources of intelligence and offline contacts in my hands, and be directly under the leadership of Director Zheng. Someone will hand over the specific matters to you."

After the storm ended, the sky was torn open by the rays of light, showing a bit hot and dry.On such a day, Mingyi can actually feel a little cold and shivering from restlessness.Maybe I heard the respected teacher explain the funeral?In Lixingshe, people who have entrusted their lives to the future of the nation should not mourn the parting of life and death.Mingyi once thought and guessed whether Zhao Junnong would shed two tears if he died.Unexpectedly, just hearing these unlucky words, he couldn't hold back the sadness welling up in his heart, and almost cried out.

Zhao Junnong knew that Mingyi actually liked to cry, and tears and smiles were the child's sharp weapon to deceive the world.It's just that in front of him, he always pretends to be strong and courageous, cold-blooded and cruel. "Before I leave, I would like to advise you: After wearing a mask for a long time, people will forget their true colors, and this life will be ruined."

"I'm lost right now, I'll correct it when you come back." Mingyi exerted force with two fingers, venting the bitterness on his face that he didn't dare to show.

"You have to know what you really want." Zhao Junnong took a deep breath, glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was tortured by Mingyi beyond recognition, and persuaded: "Although it is something that is easy to talk about, but their intentions No lie. You really want to see them both lose

hurt? "

To use his own tricks and encourage Chen Tianrong to compete with Gu Qijin may be morally ashamed of his conscience.But in order to fulfill the obligations that I should do, I will not destroy the righteousness and have no complaints! "I have already promised myself to the Virgo, what else is there to choose? I just want to be able to carry out the mission, and the others are not in the scope of consideration." Even so, the meaning is not clear, if Zhao Junnong's words If something that hurts both sides really happens, who will I feel ashamed of?He remembered Gu Qijin's gentleness and Chen Tianrong's warmth. If possible, he prayed to God to deprive him of the right to choose.

"Don't hide it, I can tell by looking at you that you care. At least one of them."

Mingyi lowered his head, the light-colored tea in the teacup reflected his own head, his empty eyes seemed to have really betrayed his panic.He hesitated for a long time, opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, and couldn't even say a word.Care, why care?What should I be like?He gave up struggling, tired and bitter.

Zhao Junnong stood up, patted Mingyi on the shoulder, and said the last words: "Remember what you said today, maybe you can avoid the pain in the future."

The front light is just right, suitable for travel.

When Mingyi looked back, he couldn't find that familiar figure.

The crowd is surging, and the world is unpredictable.

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