After establishing a foothold in Dazheng, with the support of the young master Lin Guo, Lin Yuqing naturally had a warlock to assist him. However, the warlock actually played a supervisory role, mainly obeying the king's orders.
But it is difficult for a warlock to refuse this kind of revenge. With this hair, he will basically not be unable to find his position.
The most important thing is not this, but this Yan Warlock. Due to various strange methods, he knows too much. If it used to be natural, it would be worry-free, but now it is very troublesome.
"Humph, the blood of the prince, the royal nobles of the Zheng Dynasty, even if they are not recognized, it is not the magic that can offend them, there will be backlash."
"Su Ziji may have been affected in some way, and Warlock Yan will die or be injured, so it is impossible for him to report my secret to the king."
"Only by keeping the secret line can I survive in the Lin Kingdom and even make a comeback."
But just letting Su Ziji go like this, Lin Yuqing couldn't let out the bad anger in his heart. Thinking of the girl he just saw in the flower hall, his eyes turned cold and he ordered another person: "Guan Mihu, as for you, I also have a task to hand over." Do it with you."
"Su Ziji's wife, Ye Buhui, is here in Peach Blossom Lane on weekdays, but occasionally she goes out, especially during chess matches."
"The best thing is that the chess competition and the imperial examination almost overlap."
"When the time comes, you attack Ye Buhui on the way. Whether you live or die is up to you, but you must remember to do it beautifully so that I can let out this bad breath and leave Su Ziji with no time to think about anything else. Do you understand? "
"Wei Chen understands!" Guan Mihu looked like a bearded man, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, with a trace of cruelty and viciousness. But when he looked at Lin Yuqing, he immediately softened, as if he was watching a vicious dog. Owner.
Then he grinned and responded loudly.
The man before heard this and couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
Even though everyone is a colleague, when working under Lin Yuqing, there are naturally some clean jobs and some dedicated to "dirty jobs".
Guan Mihu, who was ordered by Lin Yuqing to attack Ye Buhui, was the one who specialized in doing this dirty work.
This man is extremely skilled, almost invulnerable, and even more invincible when wearing heavy armor. He was originally a tiger general, but he has always been vicious and prefers to torture and kill women. He has covered up several things just by wiping his butt, so he must not Reuse.
Now that Lin Yuqing has been specially asked to handle this matter, how can Su Ziji's wife be left intact? Remembering that just now in the hall, the three of them cherished each other and had real feelings for each other, this man couldn't help but shudder.
The two people who stayed in the hall were also surprised. Mr. Fang Xiaohou wiped his tears and smiled: "In the past, it was just a lie to say that the music and poetry set off the music, but today it is true and it has become a good story."
But Bianxuan said: "Otherwise, the sound of the piano will not stay and no one will hear it, but the poem can be circulated, fearing that it will not be reflected."
Mr. Fang Xiaohou was startled and then came to his senses. Indeed, Lin Yuqing must have been "pursuing his letters and reputation since his birth" after this happened. How could he leave his name again?
The reflection of this harp poem is nothing more than the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.
Just then I thought about it, when there was a sound on the east side, a young eunuch came up to greet me, saluted respectfully and said: "Master Su, my servant is here to say hello to you!"
"I just received orders from Princess Xinping. I originally asked Mr. Su to write a poem and take it back with me, but unexpectedly I got two poems. I also asked Mr. Su to give me pen and ink so that I can help the princess."
Su Ziji felt a little unhappy after hearing this.
Just once or twice, Princess Xinping stared at her again and again. Wasn't this causing trouble for herself?
Just thinking about it, I suddenly felt a chill in my heart and felt uneasy.
"Huh? Why is this?"
Su Ziji pondered for a long time, just thinking silently. He frowned for a moment and said: "Since the princess asked for a poem, I wrote it in a hurry just now, so I will copy it again."
After saying that, he asked Ye Buhui to get some rice paper and write another one.
The little eunuch followed Princess Xinping. Because the princess liked poetry, she was naturally fluent in writing and knew some poetry. He read it again and praised it again and again.
Su Ziji rolled it up and sealed it again, and handed it to the young eunuch: "Take this."
"But..." he changed his words and said, "I only have a small request, and you need to bring it to the princess."
After saying that, he asked the little eunuch to come over and whisper in his ear.
"This..." The little eunuch suddenly looked surprised, but considering Princess Xinping's character, others might not agree to this matter, but it was nothing to the princess, so he nodded and agreed.
But he didn't say death. He only said: "Su Huiyuan, I will report your words to the princess, but whether the princess agrees or not is not something I, a slave, can promise you."
"Just bring the message." Su Ziji said calmly.
Seeing that the young eunuch was gone, Su Ziji said to the other party, the young marquis: "Little marquis, you feel sad for him. I don't know, others don't need to worry about you."
As he spoke, he pulled out the sword on the wall and looked closely at it, only to see a flash of cold light.
At this time, the sky was dark, and soon a drizzle filled the city. Cen Rubai hurriedly arrived at a store with a small facade. Five tables were set up. The sky was cloudy at this time, and oil lamps were lit. There were only five or six people there. guest.
Cen Rubai glanced around and saw a person in the corner, a middle-aged man, well-dressed but a little untidy, drinking sullenly and coughing from time to time.
When the waiter saw Cen Rubai, he hurriedly greeted him and said, "Oh, Mr. Cen, you won't be here for some time..."
"Just bring a pot of wine and serve the dishes as usual." Cen Rubai interrupted the waiter and sat next to the middle-aged man. The waiter agreed with a smile, and in a blink of an eye, he took the tray and put three dishes and one drink on it.
"Nianzhen, you can't just drink wine. I remember last year, you didn't have a cough. This year, you have a cough in winter and spring. You have to pay attention to your health."
"If nothing else, although you have not formed a gang, the brothers below are counting on you. What will they do if something happens to you?"
The two were acquaintances. Zeng Nianzhen listened to Cen Rubai's words and drank in silence. Seeing that Zeng Nianzhen never replied, Cen Rubai sighed again: "I know you blame me for not surrendering to him. First, it has been more than ten years since the incident happened. Second, Cen Rubai sighed. Second, even if I help others, I have not recognized the Lord, I am just helping others."
"I call you Young Master, Master!"
Perhaps this sentence touched Zeng Nianzhen, who put down his wine bowl and said, "As my boss, why are you here today looking for me?"
Cen Rubai sighed: "Master Lin suddenly found himself in trouble. You have also heard about him. Master Lin offered you three thousand taels of silver to escort him back to his country."
"I know brothers are having a hard time. Why, can this business be done?"
Zeng Ninzhen turned around and saw clearly under the lamp that he looked very handsome, but now there were many wrinkles. He stared at Cen Rubai, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and said in a deep voice: "Cen Rubai, after the incident, I broke my sword I swear, I can kill corrupt officials and save the people with this sword, but I won't swing it for the court and the powerful."
"You came forward eagerly today, do you want me to break my oath?"
After hearing this, Cen Rubai fell silent. He looked at the flames in the oil lamp and wanted to say something, but had nothing to say, so he just sighed heavily.
"Eighteen years have passed and you still haven't changed."
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