Wan Heng opened his mouth, he was a little confused, and he spoke in a daze.
Failure to teach the prince well, forming cliques for personal gain, and being disrespectful in front of the palace are all serious crimes that frighten people to death. Demotion and relegation are all minor, why is it just a salary?
Jiang Shen has been an official for decades. He is in a very popular position and has many disciples. Does he seem to be short of money?
Wang Cong frowned. He was different from ordinary soldiers who did not read much. He was quick-thinking and good at planning. When he heard Yuan Zhengrong's words, he understood it in an instant and said with a smile: " The sage's beating was really wonderful. It will be fine if Jiang Shen doesn't do anything tacitly in the future. If he does not do anything tacitly, if it doesn't happen today, it will happen all the same tomorrow. The thunder and wrath will be enough for Jiang Shen and the King of Han. It's just that In the final analysis, the saint returned to protect the King of Han and doted on Jiang Shen. This time he did not severely punish Jiang Shen. If it had been anyone else, he would have been beaten out long ago."
Yuan Zhengrong smiled: "Jiang Shen, relying on his seniority and the favor of the saint, repeatedly defended the King of Han in court and contradicted the saint. The saint reprimanded Jiang Shen so severely this time. This reprimand is so serious. Although there was no heavy punishment for the crime, there was already a gap in his heart, and it was not easy for the King of Han to want to retaliate."
Wang Cong clenched his fist and knocked on the food table: "It's not easy to recover, but it's not enough. We have to ask the King of Han to make the trouble bigger so that he has no hope of recovery."
"Yes, that's the statement." Yuan Zhengrong showed a faint smile and continued to whisper: "Beijing will also create some momentum and continue to force Jiang Shen's faction into chaos. The more they do, the more mistakes they make."
Wang Cong nodded: "Jiang Shen and the King of Han rely on each other and will never give up easily."
Wan Heng was not a member of the officialdom, so he was confused when he heard the ins and outs, but he understood that as long as the King of Han fell and Jiang Shen fell, he would be in great benefit. He smiled with a smile on his face. The flesh squeezed the eyes tightly.
Yuan Zhengrong turned to Wan Heng and continued: "There is one more thing I want you to do."
Wan Heng looked serious and said solemnly: "Sir, please tell me."
Yuan Zhengrong knocked on the dining table: "Han Changmu from the Internal Security Department is coming. Although I don't know how many people he brought and when he will come, he is here because of the case of missing salary and defense map. Let your People should first evacuate Dunhuang and go to Gaochang for temporary refuge."
Wan Heng's expression froze and became solemn: "Sir, we can't even find the bones of those people, let alone those foreigners from the Internal Security Department."
Yuan Zhengrong shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. Don't underestimate Young Ambassador Han. He has many tricks."
Wan Heng smiled nonchalantly and said, "Sir, what kind of method can such a noble family have except knowing how to study and not even flattering?"
Yuan Zhengrong said with a serious face: "Quickly get rid of that stupid idea of yours. Han Changmu, a son of an aristocratic family, is different from other aristocratic families. He is the only king with a different surname in this dynasty, the eldest son of King Han."
Wan Heng made a sound and took a sip of wine.
"My lord, are you kidding me? The eldest son of the King of Han has gone to work as a guard. Is his brain broken?" Wan Heng stumbled and said in surprise.
Yuan Zhengrong didn't know what Han Changmu was thinking, and he didn't want to think about it. His own father didn't stop him from thinking about it.
He only said with a serious face: "Anyway, you must know that Han Changmu is not to be underestimated. You must act more cautiously and do not let him find out anything wrong."
"Also." Wang Cong coughed lightly and said, "Han Changmu was recommended by the King of Qin. News has been spread in the capital. We can only obstruct him, but we can't hurt anyone, especially Han Changmu."
Yuan Zhengrong sighed and felt a little worried: "Han Changmu and the King of Han are cousins, but the King of Qin also favors him. Such a person cannot be moved or killed. If he is allowed to grow stronger, he may become a tiger. ."
Wang Cong smiled: "The greater Han Changmu's power and achievements, the more the saints will be afraid of the King of Han. When the time comes, if we take advantage of the situation, it will be sooner or later that the King of Han will be completely overthrown."
Yuan Zhengrong looked at Wang Cong with admiration, nodded and smiled: "That's right, that's right, Deputy Lieutenant Wang. You are so scheming and only serve as a small Deputy Lieutenant. It's really an indignity of talent."
Wang Cong took a sip of wine and smiled: "Being a deputy lieutenant is nothing now. In the future, the world will be settled, and Master Yuan will help me a little, and I will be able to make a difference."
Yuan Zhengrong and Wang Cong looked at each other and smiled, both with different meanings.
After drinking to their heart's content, Wanheng's housekeeper also arranged for them to stay overnight. The Silla maid supported Yuan Zhengrong and Wang Cong and walked to the guest room at the back.
This house is deep and secluded, with twists and turns of corridors and well-organized flowers and trees. There are no burning lamps around, and the only way is to rely on the lanterns in the hands of the servants and maids to illuminate the way. If it is the first time for a person to come here, he must have walked in. But can't get out.
Walking to the reception building at the back, as soon as I saw the glazed arch decorated with colorful satin and lanterns, I heard a burst of crackling noises inside, mixed with the sharp and frightened screams of women.
Yuan Zhengrong and the other three looked at each other and hurriedly walked to the building. They saw a spacious guest room on the first floor. The dining table collapsed, wine and food were scattered all over the floor, and Hu was sighing and vomiting next to the bed. The filth was stained and the snow-white fox fur was messy. Unbearable.
Several Silla maids had their hair in loose buns, and their clothes were half-undressed and fell to the ground. Some were injured, with blood flowing to the fox skin, and some had their faces swollen, without any trace of beauty or moonlight.
Mu Chun was wrapped in a felt blanket, exposing one of her bare legs. She was holding a large copper vase in her hand. She was drunk, her eyes were scattered and directionless, and she kept mumbling indistinctly.
"You, you dare to neglect me."
"Do you know who I am?"
He let out a stinky wine burp and continued to curse drunkenly: "I, I, don't like you, you are such a bastard. I'll give you a good one."
Before he finished speaking, he smashed the big copper vase out with all his strength. His body went limp, and he lay on the bed, muttering: "Change, get a good one, okay, get a good one."
A large copper vase hit a Silla maid on the shoulder. She couldn't avoid it and was knocked backwards by the vase. It knocked over the flower stand and then fell to the ground. She vomited several mouthfuls of blood and fainted. Her life or death was unknown.
Wan Heng walked a few steps quickly, picked up a Silla maid at random, and asked angrily: "What's going on? Tell me."
The Silla maid was trembling with fright, but she did not dare to cry. She stuttered and said: "Servant, the maids are serving this distinguished guest. Who knows, he, he suddenly vomited, and the maids are giving him While he was scrubbing, he, he suddenly went crazy and injured the maids."
Wang Cong walked quickly to Muchun, leaned over and tested his breathing, and said calmly: "It's okay, I'm just drunk and acting like crazy."
Yuan Zhengrong smiled and said, "The wine tasted by Captain Mu is not very good. You should never hurt someone after drinking."
Wang Cong's eyes darkened. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and slapped Mu Chun on the face with a snap.
Everyone was shocked and looked over in surprise.
Muchun's face suddenly swelled up, but he didn't react at all. He just muttered and cursed incessantly, and he couldn't make out what he was talking about while drinking.
Yuan Zhengrong smiled lightly: "Lieutenant Mu is really drunk." He looked at Wang Cong with deep meaning: "Lieutenant Wang, let's go, it's getting late. If we don't have fun, it will be dawn. This spring night Life is short and cannot afford to be wasted.”
Wang Cong waved his hand, smiled slightly, pointed at the Silla maid who was being held by Wan Heng, and said with a cruel smile: "Master Wan, this little bitch dares to slap Captain Mu Du. This matter must be dealt with by Mu Du." Let me give you an explanation."
Wan Heng laughed without even thinking: "That's natural. Come here, hang this bitch up. Yes, hang it on the tree at the door. When Captain Mu wakes up, he will punish him himself."
Silla's maid's face suddenly turned as pale as paper. She didn't dare to struggle or cry out. She was so trembling that she couldn't stand up, so she was dragged outside by a few boys.
Not long after, the Silla maid was tied up by the hands and hung high under the tree. Her fragile body was like a thin page of paper, swinging back and forth in the night wind.
"This little bitch doesn't know how to talk nonsense." Wang Cong looked at the Silla maid and smiled gloomily.
Wan Heng said: "How can you still talk nonsense if your tongue is cut out?"
The three people looked at each other and smiled. Human life is nothing but a piece of grass.
Yuan Zhengrong and Wang Cong each entered the guest room on the second floor. The beautiful Hu Ji arranged by Wan Heng was waiting in the room.
Wan Heng watched downstairs when the lights in the guest room went out and there was no other inappropriate movement. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked back to the back house.
In the dark night, the Silla maid under the tree had already passed out, and Yuan Zhengrong and Wang Cong on the second floor also relaxed.
Mu Chun, who was drunk and unconscious on Hu's bed, moved his wrist and suddenly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were dark, with bright pupils, looking into the dark night.
It was just dawn, and the servants of Wanfu had already gotten up early, cleaning the courtyard and doing errands in the house.
Listening to the noise outside, Muchun woke up from his hangover, rubbed his forehead, and frowned. He had a severe headache after drinking too much.
"Lieutenant Mu is awake. He drank a little too much yesterday. Let's drink some sobering soup." Wang Cong came in with an ebony tray, placed a large gold-painted pastel bowl on the small table, and said with an attentive smile.
Muchun's eyes were still a little confused, and his brain was hazy. He opened the brocade quilt, looked at his naked self, was stunned, and then said: "This is me."
Wang Cong laughed and said, "Captain Mu has forgotten all about it, which will break the beauty's heart."
Muchun shook his head hard, feeling that not only did he have a headache, but his face also hurt terribly. He rubbed his cheeks and asked doubtfully: "What, what beauty?"
Wang Cong sighed and shouted outside: "Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Ji, with her hair loose and wearing a goose-yellow gauze, walked in charmingly and knelt in front of Hu's bed, not even daring to raise her head.
