Jiuxi

Chapter 840 838 [One Shot to Break the Soul]

The light in the room was dim, and the three people had different expressions.

Ding Hui seemed to be crazy. It was obvious that Li Shizhi's intention to kill him had completely penetrated his psychological defenses.

"I have been working like a slave for the Li family for fifteen years. From his father to him, no matter what they asked me to do, I never said no! Even if I have no merit, I have worked hard, right? In the eyes of Li Shizhi, what am I, Ding? Nothing, not even as good as a chamber pot!"

Ding Hui smiled sadly, and simply sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the two people standing on the ground, and asked with a bit of sarcasm: "You come to kill me tonight, who will kill you in the future?"

The swordsman had an indifferent expression, no trace of emotion in his eyes, and his right hand holding the sword did not move at all.

A warrior like him who lives in the dark has no emotional fluctuations, so Ding Hui's words could not have any effect on him.

On the other side, Chen Zhaochang had a slightly gloomy expression. It was not because he was worried that he would end up dying in the future as Ding Hui said, but he felt that after all, they had been together for seven years, so he was somewhat grateful to Ding Hui.

Although he could not disobey Li Shizhi's orders, human nature is always kind-hearted, and feeling regret is not contradictory to following orders.

With this in mind, Chen Zhaochang said softly, "Fang Bo, the Grand Chancellor has specifically instructed us that we will do it very quickly and ensure that you will not suffer. In addition, if Fang Bo has any questions in his mind, please speak up. As long as I know something, I will tell you everything I know."

"Let me be a clear-headed ghost?"

Ding Hui smiled coldly and immediately asked, "Why does he want to kill me?"

Chen Zhaochang said bluntly: "The most important task for Fang Bo to take up his post in Dingzhou this time is to monitor and check Duke Qin. But Fang Bo might as well ask himself, can you really compete with Duke Qin in Dingzhou? You don't have the talent and character of Lord Xu, and you lack the courage to face the powerful. Even I can see clearly that when Duke Qin returns to Dingzhou from the capital, you can do nothing but humiliate yourself in front of him."

Ding Hui said coldly: "If that's the case, why did you ask me to come to Dingzhou?"

Chen Zhaochang hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke frankly: "Because everyone knows that Fang Bo is a close friend of the Grand Chancellor and a loyal minister to your majesty. The purpose of your coming to Dingzhou is self-evident, but you died just after setting foot in Dingzhou. Everyone in the world will know who did this."

Ding Hui understood it completely and gritted his teeth and said, "It's a good deal to use my life in exchange for the anger of the government and the people towards Lu Chen."

Chen Zhaochang did not comment on this, and changed the subject, "Please understand, Lord Fang. The Grand Chancellor was forced to do this. Otherwise, how could he be willing to lose you, his best friend? After you die, His Majesty and the court will definitely give you the highest evaluation, and your funeral will be held with the highest standards for officials. From now on, the status of the Ningtan Ding family among the Jiangnan nobles will be second only to the Jinlin Li family. As for your descendants, you don't have to worry. The Grand Chancellor will do his best to support and promote them."

At this point, he bowed to Ding Hui and said earnestly: "These are the Grand Chancellor's apologies and compensations to you."

"enough!"

Ding Hui's eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and he said angrily: "Don't pretend here."

Chen Zhaochang sighed lightly and did not argue with him. Instead, he asked, "Does Lord Fang have any other instructions?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the swordsman, who had been silent all this time, moved his eyes slightly.

Although he didn't make any big movements, Ding Hui felt the killing intent coming towards him. Eventually, fear overwhelmed his anger, and he said with difficulty: "What should I do in order for you to let me live?"

Chen Zhaochang said nothing.

Ding Hui's panic grew stronger and stronger, and he said almost pleadingly: "Li Shizhi can only give you gold and silver treasures, and it is impossible for him to let you get promoted. Although the Ningtan Ding family cannot compare with the Jinlin Li family, Li Shizhi will not give you too much of his family property. As long as you don't do anything, I can give you 100,000 taels of silver! If you don't believe me, I can write a letter right away and ask someone to prepare the silver, and I will wait here with you, okay?"

"Fang Bo, you know this is meaningless."

"One hundred thousand taels is not enough? I'll pay you five hundred thousand taels for a life! How much can you get for risking your life? Two hundred and fifty thousand taels of silver per person is enough to support several generations of your family!"

"The Lord Provost——"

Chen Zhaochang slightly emphasized his tone and said in a deep voice: "Please be respectful."

It's not that he regards money as dirt, but once the people in the inn wake up, Ding Hui will definitely not be willing to be controlled by them, and he might be able to escape by then.

Ding Hui suddenly became dejected, his face full of dejection. He looked at the long sword tightly grasped by his swordsman, and suddenly laughed like a madman.

His facial features became extremely hideous, his laughter became more and more miserable, and finally he uttered a sentence with countless resentments.

"Li Shizhi, you will not die well!"

Chen Zhaochang took a step back.

The swordsman's face, which was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, finally changed. He raised his sword and stepped forward.

At the moment his right foot landed, the roof collapsed as if thunder had fallen from the sky!
The swordsman's hairs stood on end instantly. Since he was entrusted with such an important task by Li Shizhi, he was certainly not a mediocre person. If he were to make a name for himself in the martial arts world, he would have made a great name for himself. However, he had been in the house for at least half an incense stick of time, but he still didn't notice that there was someone hiding on the roof.

Especially in such a quiet night, he could hear the chirping of insects several feet away, but he could not notice the oriole behind him which was nearby.

Ding Hui was stunned and Chen Zhaochang was horrified.

At the moment the roof collapsed, a flash of cold light pierced through the scattered and swirling rubble and pierced straight into the swordsman's head.

The swordsman reacted extremely quickly. He immediately fell backwards in a bridge pose, while at the same time he pushed his heels hard against the floor and his body slid away like a fish.

But no matter how fast he retreated, that bit of cold light was like a thorn in his side.

The swordsman slapped the ground with his left hand, stood up, and the sword in his right hand made a series of dragon roars.

Only at this moment did he see clearly that the cold light was the tip of a spear, and the person falling from the sky was a middle-aged man with ordinary looks and sallow complexion.

Although the man was an ordinary person, the tip of the gun was filled with terrifying brutality.

The spear went straight in, and the swordsman swung his sword and in the blink of an eye, more than ten sword flowers appeared, intending to slow down the opponent's momentum.

Break it!

The spear exploded with a force as powerful as the mountains and seas in this relatively small space. The sword flowers dissipated and disappeared, and only that bit of cold light penetrated all obstacles and went straight through the swordsman's chest!
From beginning to end, it seemed like a moment.

Blood gushed out from the swordsman's chest, staining the tip of the gun red.

He stared at the middle-aged man and asked with great difficulty: "You...are..."

The middle-aged man looked like an old farmer working in the fields. He said calmly, "Tingyun Spear, Jiang Yangsheng."

An extremely complicated expression appeared in the swordsman's eyes, and then his head tilted, and he died. Jiang Yangsheng didn't look at him again, put away his gun, turned around and looked at Ding Hui, and said: "Lu Chen's wife Lin Xi asked me to save your life."

Just one simple sentence made Ding Hui understand the whole story.

Jiang Yangsheng pointed his gun at Chen Zhaochang, who was already slumped on the ground, and asked Ding Hui, "Alive or dead?"

Ding Hui felt an indescribable surprise surge in his heart, and trembled and said, "I want him to die!"

With a flash of cold light, the spear in Jiang Yangsheng's hand had pierced Chen Zhaochang's heart. This scholar who had been hiding for seven years did not even utter a word to beg for mercy.

Ding Hui looked at the two bodies on the ground, and suddenly rushed to Chen Zhaochang like a madman, kicking the motionless bodies continuously, spewing countless curses from his mouth.

Jiang Yangsheng watched quietly and did not interfere.

Ding Hui made a fuss for a while, and finally sat on the ground without any manners. He looked at Jiang Yangsheng breathlessly and said, "Thank you for your help, brave man!"

Jiang Yangsheng remained indifferent.

As the tenth person on the Jianghu Martial Arts List, he is known as the Gun King of the North. There are very few people and things that can move him. This time, he left his home because Lin Xi personally invited him.

On the one hand, it was because of Lin Jie's kindness in the past, and on the other hand, Lin Xi showed mercy during the competition and asked him to make a promise.

Ding Hui struggled to stand up and asked cautiously, "Brave man, how can I thank you?"

"No need to thank me, you have to do two things."

Jiang Yangsheng lightly raised his toes, and the long sword appeared in his left hand, then pierced straight into Ding Hui's shoulder.

When Ding Hui's screams stopped, he said calmly: "First, you need to be seriously injured, and then send this news to the capital as quickly as possible. Don't be nervous, it just looks serious, but there are no broken bones."

Ding Hui covered the wound on his shoulder, angry but not daring to say anything.

Jiang Yangsheng continued, "The second thing is, after everyone knows that you were assassinated and injured, the governor's ceremonial procession will continue to Ruyin City, and you will follow me back to the capital in secret."

"Back to Beijing?"

Ding Hui grimaced in pain and asked, "Why are you going back to Beijing?"

Jiang Yangsheng had heard the conversation clearly, so he asked in confusion, "Don't you want to take revenge on Li Shizhi?"

Ding Hui was startled, as if the pain suddenly disappeared. A hideous smile appeared on his face, and he nodded, "Of course I do."

Jiang Yangsheng nodded slightly.

Ding Hui couldn't help but ask curiously, "May I ask, sir, were these two things arranged by Madam Lin? Or was it the work of Duke Qin?"

Jiang Yangsheng glanced at him indifferently and said three words that made Ding Hui puzzled.

"neither."

……

Ruyin City, the Governor's Mansion.

In the study room of the back house, Wang Chulong sat at the table while several of his close associates stood respectfully.

"Personally deliver this letter to General Li Chengen, the commander of the Dingbei Army."

"As ordered!"

A man stepped forward and took the secret letter with the wax still intact.

"You will deliver this letter to General Huangfu Yu, the deputy commander of the Feiyu Army."

"As ordered!"

The other person took the envelope with both hands.

"You will deliver this letter to Lord Liu, the Grand Commander of Jingzhou."

"As ordered!"

The third person received it respectfully.

Wang Chulong hesitated for a moment, picked up the fourth letter and handed it to Jiang Sheng, saying gently: "Send it to the capital as quickly as possible and hand it over to the Duke."

Jiang Sheng said seriously: "Yes, sir!"

The four of them immediately bowed and left.

Wang Chulong sat alone for a moment, his eyes falling on an opened envelope on the table.

She raised her hand and took out a few pieces of letter paper. Looking at Lu Chen's handwriting on them, she suddenly smiled gently and whispered to herself: "Husband, I believe that no one in this world can defeat you."

A moment later, she packed the secret letter that Lu Chen had sent overnight, got up, went to the inner room and put it in the secret compartment.

She walked lightly outside the house.

Standing by the railing, she looked up at the clear sky and reviewed Lu Chen's idea and her own plan carefully in her mind. Only after confirming that there were no obvious loopholes did she gradually relax.

A gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, lifting her sleeves and making them flutter.

She is graceful and elegant, like a fairy in a painting.

(End of this chapter)