Lingzhou, Huailing City.
The crescent moon is in the sky, and the ground is covered with white frost.
Half an hour later, when the Liu family's mansion was reduced to ashes in the fire and all the bodies of the two hundred people in the mansion were turned into charcoal, the closed door was finally slowly pushed open.
"Changtian."
Liang Zhen, who had been guarding the door, hurried forward to greet him and at the same time raised his eyes to look into the room.
The candlelight was bright, and two corpses were lying on the ground. As expected, only one of the three envoys survived.
"Uncle Liang, prepare a carriage, Mr. Zhao is going back."
In front of him, Wei Changtian's expression was calm, but there was a hint of unsuppressible gloom in his eyes.
The "Master Zhao" he was referring to was undoubtedly the "survivor" in the house.
Yes.
The latter told the answer to Wei Changtian's last question.
And Tang Chen also confirmed that what he said was true.
In this case, Wei Changtian kept his promise and gave him a puppet pill.
As for whether Mr. Zhao can survive after returning, it depends on his own ability...
"Okay, I'll ask someone to prepare the car."
On the other side, Liang Zhen didn't notice the strange look in Wei Changtian's eyes. He nodded and whispered:
"By the way, Changtian, Miss Li just said she had something to do, so I found a quiet room for her..."
"She also said that after you finish talking here, let me inform her..."
Soon, Liang Zhen told Wei Changtian exactly what Li Zimu had explained before.
Wei Changtian was not surprised after hearing this, and he probably knew about it.
"Well, I did ask her to do this."
"Uncle Liang, you don't need to send someone to notify her."
"Where is she now? Just take me there."
"Okay, I'll ask someone to take you there."
Liang Zhen responded first, but after a moment of hesitation, he still couldn't hold it back and asked in a low voice:
"Changtian, what's the matter?"
"..."
There was a pause, and Wei Changtian was silent for a long time this time.
It wasn't until he was almost at the courtyard gate that he turned to look at Liang Zhen and said silently:
"Uncle Liang, this battle may not be easy to win."
"..."
...
A quarter of an hour later, Wei Changtian saw Li Zimu in a quiet room.
"Did you tell him?"
After meeting, Wei Changtian's first words were this.
It was clear who the "he" in the words was referring to, so Li Zimu immediately nodded in response:
"Go back to the young master, my servant has sent a message to him, telling him about your meeting with the envoy from the second kingdom."
"What did he say?"
"He didn't say much, he just told me to try to find out the outcome of this negotiation."
"Um......"
Nodding and sitting down at the table, Wei Changtian sighed, his expression gradually becoming complicated.
Seeing his appearance, Li Zimu immediately understood something.
"Sir, did Chu Xianping...really collude with the enemy country?"
"Collusion?"
Wei Changtian smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it's not as simple as collusion anymore."
"..."
Li Zimu's breathing paused as the candlelight flickered.
It's more than just collusion... doesn't that mean you've already rebelled?
Such news was naturally very shocking, but Li Zimu quickly regained his composure and asked softly:
"Sir, shall we follow the plan?"
"Well, tell me to go down."
Wei Changtian slowly closed his eyes, his voice a little difficult.
He seemed a little tired. After saying this, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair and stopped talking.
Li Zimu brought a cup of hot tea and gently placed it in his hand, then turned and walked out of the room.
"Miss Li, how are you?"
Outside the house, Zhang San, who was already the general envoy of "Tianjiyuan", looked nervous. When he saw Li Zimu coming out, he hurried forward and asked:
"What did the young master say?"
"Brother Zhang San..."
Li Zimu looked at Zhang San, and answered slowly in the latter's astonished eyes:
"Send the message."
"..."
...
A quarter of an hour later.
Dashu, Shuzhou City, the chief helmsman of the Freemasonry.
"Bang! Bang bang bang bang!"
"Everyone! Get out of here!!"
"Abandon the sword and refuse to kill! Those who resist the decree will be killed without mercy!!"
"Quick! Don't let anyone go!"
"Ah!! Praetorian Guards! It's Praetorian Guards!!"
"No! Why are the Imperial Guards here?!"
"Fuck! How the hell did I know?!"
"Jun, Jun Ye, are all members of Mr. Wei. You, what are you..."
"Stop fucking nonsense! Get down on your knees!"
"Tie them all up! Take them all back to the prison!"
"..."
The entrance to the main hall of the Freemasonry, the residences of all persons above the level of hall master, the residences of Chu Xianping and Song Li...
When the 20,000 Imperial Guards left the Weiyang Palace without any warning, and the soldiers headed straight to the above places, the Shuzhou City, which had been peaceful for a long time, suddenly fell into chaos.
Roars, fire, command arrows, horses neighing... sounds and light and shadow intertwined in every corner, so that the people in the city even thought that the army returning to the Second Kingdom suddenly flew over from the Xinfeng battlefield.
In fact, it’s not just Shuzhou City.
Almost at the same moment, with the exception of Qingzhou, all Masonic halls in Daning and Dashu were raided by the Xuanjing Division.
The latter is not for the purpose of killing people. Basically, it is done after capturing important people.
But even so, the Freemasonry and the Xuanjing Division, two forces that everyone knew belonged to the Wei family, suddenly turned against each other. This incident still caused great shock to the two countries.
As for Qingzhou City, which was the only one to remain calm during this chaos, and the most important person in this incident, how is Chu Xianping himself now...
[Xianping, the negotiation has ended just now, and all six envoys are dead. The young master probably didn't ask anything. 】
[Aren’t you going to look for a sword tonight? Found it? 】
[Somehow, I miss you a little today...]
【......】
The Zimu Jade in his hand was still warm, and the Chixiao Sword beside him trembled slightly with the bumps of the carriage.
With the news just sent by Li Zimu echoing in his mind, Chu Xianping smiled, and then summoned a trace of inner strength to crush the Zimu Jade into powder.
Crush the mother-in-law jade, burn the Masonic "code book", and adjust the cuffs and collar.
Chu Xianping finished all this quietly and slowly closed his eyes, as if waiting for something.
Then, the carriage slowly stopped.
"Master Chu..."
The voice of the officer in black rang out from outside the car, and there was dead silence all around.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but his tone seemed a little nervous, and there was also an undetectable sound of drawing a knife.
"Mr. Chu, we are here, please get off the car..."
Outside the carriage, the voice of the officer in black sounded again, and slight footsteps surrounded the carriage from all directions.
Until this moment, Chu Xianping still didn't speak or open his eyes.
Although separated by the car wall, these movements were very light.
But he could guess what was happening outside at this moment without looking or listening.
He even guessed it before the carriage stopped, no, even before he set off for Shouyang Mountain tonight.
After all, there is only one Liu family, so why use 500 people?
"..."
The night was dark, windy but not rainy, moon but no stars.
Chu Xianping just closed his eyes until a scream suddenly sounded in his ears, followed by the collision of swords, a dull loud noise, and wails and roars...
Like an illusion, all the movement outside the carriage came and went even faster, but after a hundred breaths, it returned to deathly silence.
Then, a voice sounded outside the car again.
"Mr. Chu, get out of the car."
"..."
Same words, but from different people.
And Chu Xianping finally slowly opened his eyes and slowly got out of the carriage.
All around, there were five hundred corpses in tiger dragon costumes, not many of them, lying sideways in a pool of blood. There were only a dozen men in black standing in front of the carriage.
Chu Xianping glanced at the leading man in black and walked away without saying a word.
More than a dozen men in black looked at each other and immediately started to follow.
Just like that, the group of people quickly disappeared into the night, leaving only a lonely carriage stained with blood.
In the carriage, the Red Sky Sword was still lying quietly in the blood-red moonlight, never changing.
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