Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Chapter 404 Lord of Songshan Village
Daliang Donghai, Prince Yuanjin's Mansion.

Just after the heavy rain, the sky cleared up, and the far southwest was dotted with long stretches of fire clouds, shrouding that side, like clouds forming a waterfall, spilling down from the top, and the dizzy golden glow formed a strange shape, like a dragon circling.

Ming Zhidu stared at that place for a while, then lowered his head and dropped a sunspot on the sandalwood chessboard in front of the table.

The person he was playing against was a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face. This man had a deep scar on his forehead, slanting across half of his right eyelid. It formed a line on his face as he blinked, making him look hideous and ugly. The bridge of his nose is not straight, and can even be considered a bit flat. There are two red moles on the left side of the tip of his nose, which makes him look a little more evil. The unshaven stubble around his lips, the thick calluses in the palm that held the chess piece, and the greasy long hair showed that he lived a rough life, and his whole body had the temperament of a mountain bandit.

"My king, you are distracted by this move." The middle-aged man raised only one corner of his mouth and looked at Ming Zhidu.

"Really?" Ming Zhidu showed no expression and just leaned back, closing the distance between him and the middle-aged man. This position allowed him to have a panoramic view of the middle-aged man's upper body. Moving his gaze downward, he lowered his eyes and stared at the royal order on the man's waist, and asked knowingly: "Xin Jusong, do you know why the king summoned you here urgently?"

Xin Jusong was still smiling, "I heard that our manager Meng Da from the East China Sea and the owner of Kang Da Manor returned to the west one after another. I would venture to guess that the prince summoned his subordinates, and they must have been useful in some way?" His words were straightforward and straightforward.

Ming Zhidu's eyes were lowered, with a sad look on his face, "A while ago, the voodoo girl of the Wen family in western Hunan planned to kill You Kui, and I avenged her on the spot. I thought that was all. Unexpectedly, Zai Shi also suffered a murderous attack. The person who killed him was the third sister of the Gu girl of the Wen family in western Hunan, Yin Luozi from Changlinya. She also had an identity, and was a descendant of the Yin family of Daliang."

"Yin Jielin's only daughter?" Xin Jusong frowned deeply when he heard this, and the white hair on his fingertips was crushed by him. He gritted his teeth with hatred, "Is she the dead girl who killed my sworn brother at the foot of Haiyan Mountain?"

"That's right." Ming Zhidu sighed falsely, seducing Xin Jusong, "This girl managed to save her life in Beiliao. After several months of seclusion at Changlin Cliff, she is now even more powerful than before. I, the King I fought her several times, but couldn't get the upper hand. You have stayed with me on the coast of Daliang for nearly twenty years, and you can count the number of times you have met your sworn brother on one hand. Alas, you were defeated by this girl for nothing. It will cause heaven and man to be separated forever, just like this king and Youkui and Zaishi..."

Xin Jusong, thirty-one years old, was an abandoned son picked up by Northern Liao general Xin Yibao at the border of Daliang during his march. He had been with Xin Yibao since he was a child. When he was young, he was wanted by the Northern Liao court for being aggressive and accidentally killing someone. In order to protect his life, Xin Yibao sent someone to take him back to Daliang for refuge. Who would have thought that he would not change his ways and gathered a group of idle vagrants in the Youzhou area to rob the caravans. After several successful attempts and some savings, he led his group of brothers to occupy a mountain three miles away in Xiangshan on the outskirts of Beijing and became the king. He also gave himself a famous name, "Master of Songshan Village."

Sixteen years ago, Xin Jusong led the entire Songshan Village to rob a batch of grain and rice transported to Lingzhou for disaster relief by An Taisi escort.

Emperor Chongwen was furious and sent thousands of Yulin troops across Xiangshan Mountain to suppress the bandits. From then on, Songshan Village was gone and a fire burned half of the mountain. Xin Jusong and a few trusted brothers went all the way south to start the second time in his life. escape.

It was Yuanjin Wang Mingzhidu who saved him.

I still remember that day, when he first saw Jin Yu driving a chariot, he instinctively drew his sword to defend himself. However, the people in the chariot seemed to know that he was afraid, and slowly stopped the chariot two meters away from him, swaying the gauze curtains. When the person lifted up from inside, he saw an elegant and gentle face.

It was a young man wearing dark blue attire, and his movements revealed the calmness of being in control of the overall situation.

What really attracted Xin Jusong was the bronze tiger head token in the young man's hand.

With a smile on his face, the young man leaned slightly over the chariot and asked Xin Jusong, "Does this token look good?"

Xin Jusong nodded mysteriously.

The young man in dark blue robe smiled and threw the token to him, and said: "Master of Songshan Village, don't run away. Where can you run away? I will give you a bigger mountain and more bandits. Take it." Take this token and cross the East China Sea to Chuanshan." Xin Jusong looked at the bronze tiger-headed token in confusion. He had never read a book, but he recognized the three big characters on it -

Execute the king's order.

"Are you the Xing Wang of Daliang?" He remembered that Daliang did not have a prince with the title of "Xing Wang".

The young man sitting in the chariot chuckled when he heard this, "I, the king, have been granted the title of Yuan Jin. Holding this token, I can carry out my king's orders."

Xin Jusong knelt down in front of the golden chariot and asked respectfully: "How should I repay you for this kindness?"

The young man Ming Zhidu smiled and said, "If you want to repay me, raise tens of thousands of bandits for me. I want them all to be like you, born generals with high martial arts skills, risking their lives, and willing to lick the tip of a knife." Even if you have blood, you are willing to charge and kill the enemy, how about that?”

Xin Jusong hesitated for a moment, then quickly answered: "I will live up to the prince's trust!"

"There are currently 90,000 brothers stationed in Xiachuanshan and the south. You can send them as you please, the prince." Xin Jusong calmed down his anger slightly and asked Ming Zhidu, "Do you need me to lead people to surround Changlin Cliff and kill Yin Luozi?" ?”

Ming Zhidu did not answer immediately. He rubbed the black piece on his fingertips twice, dropped it on the chessboard, and then answered: "Why kill her? What do you think she can rely on to repeatedly violate the king's bottom line?"

"What?" Xin Jusong asked without understanding.

"Yin Jielin had a very good personal relationship with Minghe during his lifetime, and even Antaisi, who was behind Mei Chengting, was not someone to be trifled with. I and Minghe have been fighting overtly and covertly for so many years, but they have never been able to find a complete victory. Opportunity. Now, I finally have an opportunity in front of me. Do you want me to seize it?"

Ming Zhidu raised his chin and signaled Xin Ju to let go.

Xin Jusong grabbed a white stone and landed it on the place he was optimistic about. Only then did he realize that it was a trap set by Ming Zhidu. With this move, all the white stones were restrained by the black stone and killed!

He didn't play in this position, so maybe the loss wouldn't have been so tragic. But he had clearly thought carefully about it just now. Looking at the overall situation, only this place was the most appropriate.

Xin Jusong swallowed his saliva unconsciously as his opponent thought it was the most appropriate place to lose.

King Yuanjin takes one step and sees ten steps, and he is truly worthy of his reputation. The first black stone that fell on Mingzhidu at the beginning was right next to the last white stone that Xin Jusong fell on. The oblique angle of this square includes the starting point and the end point.

"Your Majesty, what you mean is that now is the best time for us to send troops to Beijing?"