But if you don't like them, you don't like them. Sometimes, direct scolding and fighting are not as effective as indirect and indirect tactics.
He secretly clenched his fists, with a somewhat uncomfortable look on his face: "I want to ask Major Ambassador Han for someone." After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at Whispering.
Posuo also raised his eyes and looked at Muchun.
This scene is very similar to the vicious officer in the storybook who beats the mandarin ducks if Han Changmu doesn't agree.
He had a smile on his face, very light, like the floating clouds in the sky, with a bit of coldness: "If Captain Mu wants to ask for someone, he must have the attitude and bargaining chip to ask for someone. Just like this, he has a red mouth and white teeth. If you open your mouth to ask for something and agree to it like this, wouldn't it look like you are incompetent?"
Mu Chun secretly gritted his teeth and scolded his mother. He is really a thief and an old guy who never cheats. Otherwise, if he is not able to be a close minister of the emperor, his methods will not be so bright when he grows up.
He asked Po Suo to bring a pen and ink, wrote a few names with the pen, and pushed it to Han Changmu's hand. His expression was complicated and his words were very unpleasant: "This is Wanheng's property in Gyeonggi Province."
Han Changmu did not take the piece of paper, or even glance at it, and said calmly: "This is not enough."
Mu Chun became angry, flushed, and smacked the kang table: "Han, don't be so shameless and push yourself to the limit."
The slap made his hand numb, and he hissed lowly, the force was too much.
Han Changmu was neither surprised nor angry, and remained indifferent, even a little sarcastic and disdainful: "If Captain Mu is reluctant to part with you, I won't force you."
Muchun is a martial artist. He has lived for decades and does not know how to write the four words "love fragrance and cherish jade". It is the first time that he falls in love with someone and pities someone, but he has to hand this handle to someone else. How can he think and feel aggrieved? .
He turned his head to look at Ba Sua, asking him to abandon her now, but he really couldn't bear to let her go.
He was in a dilemma for a long time, then he pounded the kang table hard, picked up his pen and wrote another series of words. His eyes widened, and he lowered his voice and said viciously: "These are the records of Wan Heng's actions in Longyou Road and the Western Regions." country’s industry.”
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows, how could this be possible? This was far from enough.
He put on a greedy face and smiled aggressively: "That's all?"
"..." Mu Chun fell down in anger.
He was a military general with well-developed limbs and a not-so-simple mind, and he was bargaining with a calculating person who also had well-developed limbs and a mind as sharp as a sieve. It was simply that his physical strength, wisdom, and patience were all crushed.
He endured it again and again, and then he couldn't hold back a punch from hitting Han Changmu's face. He gasped and picked up the pen to write a few more lines. After he finished writing, he threw the pen away and breathed angrily: "This is Yuan Zhengrong." General Xue and I originally wanted to pick out the cronies that Wang Cong had installed in the Longyou Taoist Army over the years."
Han Changmu smiled, put away the three pieces of paper slowly, and said calmly: "I only want the list. General Xue has the final say in matters in the army. I don't dare to interfere casually."
Mu Chun gritted his teeth with hatred and wanted to pick up the door stick and whip Han Changmu away with it. He stared at that very good-looking but annoying cold face and said in an evil voice: "Young Master Han has already asked for everything." I got it, where’s what I want?”
Han Changmu took out the household registration form and gently placed it on the Kang table: "This is the household registration form for Whirlpool. She will be free from now on."
As soon as he said this, he fell to his knees with a thud, his voice choked with sobs: "Sir, I despise my position. I despise my position and thank you for your great kindness."
Han Changmu glanced at Wusu with an expressionless expression, and said calmly: "I, the Department of Internal Security, don't raise people with different intentions." He casually flicked his fingers and said threateningly: "You'd better watch your mouth. "
Basha knew that she had the intention to leave the Department of Internal Health. This was a kind of betrayal. She was lucky that Han Changmu could let her leave. If she dared to reveal even half of the secrets about the Department of Internal Health, not only her, but Mu Chun would also Hard to survive.
After all, only the dead can keep secrets, and the living are always variables.
She kowtowed deeply and said in a firm voice: "It's a humble position, I understand."
Han Changmu didn't say another word, didn't look at Muchun and Nasuo, he stood up neatly and walked out of the house.
He didn't look back and knew he would never set foot here again.
It is not easy to train a secret agent in the Department of Internal Security, and the time and energy spent cannot be measured in money. However, a secret agent who has a different intention can only become an outcast.
Originally, the best way to deal with the abandoned son was to stop the abandoned son from speaking again, but he was not a murderous person, and he also wanted the abandoned son to play his maximum role, which is why he did what he did tonight.
The night wind suddenly picked up, and he raised his hand to touch his sleeves, showing a faint sneer.
This person who always had to be abandoned did not disappoint him, and played his greatest role, allowing Muchun to hand over the proceeds of so many years of exploration.
Meng Suige followed Han Changmu and hesitated for a while before asking: "Sir, are you just going to let Bosuo leave like this? Does she know a lot about the Department of Internal Security?"
Han Changmu sneered confidently: "She doesn't dare."
When a person has a weakness, he will be restrained and hesitant when doing things. She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of causing Mu Chun to die.
So she didn't dare and could only bring the secret into the coffin.
Han Changmu walked quickly to the carriage in the cold night wind, turned around and asked Meng Suigai: "Has everything been arranged?"
Meng Suige nodded: "Yes."
Han Changmu got into the car without hesitation and said lightly: "Let's go."
It was past midnight, and in the freezing cold night, the streets were deserted with dark lights, and every house was closed. The wheels ran over the frozen thin ice and snow, and the crunching sound could be heard far away.
There is also a curfew in Dunhuang City, and roadblocks are also set up in larger streets and alleys. However, Wang You, who was driving the carriage, seemed to be very familiar with these blockades. He drove his carriage to avoid them and drove all the way to the Zoroastrian Temple at the east end of the city.
At the entrance of the Zoroastrian Temple, two men in thin black clothes stood upright, not afraid of the cold wind at all. Although their noses were red and their faces were blue from the cold, and their noses were so clear that they could cross the river, they did not shiver at all.
Han Changmu got out of the car. The cold wind made him feel a little cold. He looked at the two people and suddenly wanted to ask if there was any body-protecting magical skill in the Four Saints Sect. After practicing it, he would not be afraid of the cold.
The two people seemed not to have seen Han Changmu. They looked intently. There was a thin layer of frost on their eyelashes, and they didn't even blink.
Meng Sui was a little strange, so he stepped forward quickly and said, "Brother, please go and report to me. Mr. Han is here."
The two of them still didn't speak, didn't move, and didn't even look at Meng Sui.
Meng Suige suddenly felt ominous and stretched out his hand to push one of them gently. The man swayed stiffly and fell hard to the ground.
Han Changmu took a few steps back and his expression changed.
Was he frozen, or was he killed?
He carefully patrolled the other person several times and found no wounds on his body. He nodded. The Four Saints Sect did not have any anti-freezing body protection skills. These two people were frozen.
Someone in the Zoroastrian Temple had already heard the movement, and there were unhurried footsteps.
The light stopped at the door, and a huge shadow was cast on the ground, blocking the intruder's figure tightly. Only a deep voice could be heard: "Dark crows in old trees with dead vines."
Meng Suige took a step forward and replied in the same mysterious manner: "Put on some long johns and go home."
After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh.
He was not the only one who wanted to laugh, but also Han Changmu.
Han Changmu was puzzled. How could Gu Chen think of such a code word? What on earth are long johns?
The person who came seemed to be holding back his laughter. He paused for a while before walking out of the shadows and said in a normal voice: "Is it Mr. Han?"
The voice was very delicate and sounded familiar. Han Changmu was stunned for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Yes."
The visitor slowly walked up to Han Changmu, bowed and made a gesture of invitation: "Master Han, please."
Han Changmu raised his eyes and looked at the person who came. He was a man in his thirties, with a pair of light brown eyes embedded in the deep eye sockets. The bridge of his nose was very high, and he looked like a foreigner, but his lips and chin were... Han Chinese appearance.
An idea flashed in Han Changmu's mind and he asked tentatively: "Li Yushi?"
The visitor was stunned for a moment, looked at Han Changmu warily, narrowed his eyes and asked, "How do you know my name?"
Han Changmu had never met Li Yushi, but he had heard Zhu Neng's description. He guessed based on that description, and unexpectedly he guessed it right. He shook his head slightly at the angry Meng Suige and smiled noncommittally: "I guessed it."
Meng Suige was already furious. It turned out that this person was Li Yushi who had killed many villagers. He almost couldn't control himself and drew his sword at him, but Han Changmu's look dispelled his impulse.
Li Yushi didn't believe Han Changmu's lies, so he stretched out his hand to stop him, with a fierce look in his eyes: "How did you guess that?"
Han Changmu ignored Li Yushi, pushed his hand away casually, and walked straight into the Zoroastrian Temple.
The temple was brightly lit, and an altar in the middle was burning brightly. The swaying red firelight reflected on the surroundings, illuminating the white walls with scarlet red.
After walking past the scorching altar, two teams of black-clothed men were separated in the hall, each with a sword or ax on his body, looking solemn and solemn as if facing a powerful enemy.
And there was a young man sitting in the middle of the hall. He was called a young man, but he looked young, but in fact he was already twenty years old.
Han Changmu looked at the young man and shook his head slightly.
The young man was dressed in a swaggering red dress, with large and complicated peonies embroidered with gold thread, and his whole body shone with a gorgeous and coquettish light.
This young man looks similar to Yao Yao, but not very similar. Yao Yao's pair of apricot eyes are innocent and smart, beautiful and clear without any sense of aggression, while the young man's pair of apricot eyes are affectionate and charming, and their beauty is charming and compelling.
Han Changmu was shocked to realize that this young man was said to be the orphan of Prince Huaizhang, but his facial features and charm did not bear any resemblance to Prince Huaizhang.
Prince Huaizhang is the person who is most like a prince in the world. He has always been self-denial and propriety, upright and upright, impartial to people and things. He seems to be born without joy, anger or contention. No matter who mentions Prince Huaizhang, they will say with emotion that he is the chosen one.
