King of Han Dynasty of Ming Dynasty

This statement came out.

Zhu Gaoxu half-squinted his eyes, glanced at him without any trace, clucked his head and asked:

"difficult?"

Lao He looked solemn, shook his head slightly, his face full of solemnity, and replied cautiously:

"It's not that difficult."

"After all, King Zhao and the Crown Prince have our own manpower."

"But."

Having said this, he paused, a hint of fear flashed through his pupils, and continued:
"My lord."

"Is it really worth involving the Crown Prince and Prince Zhao in this matter?"

"Otherwise, we can just pretend we didn't see it and pretend to be deaf and dumb."

"Given your current status, Jin Yiwei has no substantive evidence and certainly does not dare to go too far."

"It's just a little aggrieved."

"But in this matter, if we design to involve the Crown Prince and Prince Zhao, even though we can vent our anger, it will feel a lot better."

"But none of us know what consequences or backlash it will bring later."

"After all, the Crown Prince, Prince Zhao, and His Majesty are not easy to fool."

"No matter how clever our designs are, they will always arouse suspicion."

"At that time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you, Your Majesty."

After hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu smiled noncommittally.

Knowing that the old He in front of him was worried about him and was afraid of any adverse effects on him.

But since he dares to do this, how can he not know anything, or not care about or weigh the possible gains and losses?
In response, Zhu Gaoxu shrugged noncommittally, with a slight sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth, waving his hand at him and saying:
"okay!"

"Old He, please be patient and don't be impatient."

"I am well aware of your concerns and worries."

"Although things are not simple and troublesome, they are definitely not as complicated as you think."

"As long as you are careful enough in this matter and don't leave any traces that can be followed, and others can follow the clues and catch someone or get someone involved, there won't be any problems."

"So what if they have speculations, suspicions, or even certainty that I am behind this?"

"Do they dare to expose such a thing openly?"

"Just the surveillance of our mansion and yours by the Jin Yiwei is enough for them to take care of themselves. There is no way to explain it."

"Even if the eldest brother and the third eldest brother want to find trouble with me, the old man above will take action to stop it. He will never let the two of them mess around."

"Here, as long as we have no clue and show our flaws, no matter how far away they are, they will have to break their teeth and swallow them in my stomach."

"So don't worry, there won't be any sequelae or even anything detrimental to me."

"Everything is tacitly understood."

Hear the words.

Lao He looked startled.

His half-closed eyes suddenly opened, he subconsciously raised his head and looked back at Zhu Gaoxu.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and clarified the interspersed stories and relationships. He couldn't help but secretly give Zhu Gaoxu a thumbs up in his heart. The gloomy meaning in his words disappeared, replaced by admiration and excitement, and said :
"My lord..."

"High school! This plan is really clever!"

"It's feasible, this is great."

While speaking, he bowed and said: "No!"

"My lord, please rest assured, I know what to do."

"This matter will be handled absolutely flawlessly, and I will not disappoint you, Your Highness."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Zhu Gaoxu chinned his head, waved his hand and said:

"okay!"

"But what else can I report?"

"If nothing happens, just retreat!"

"Give these bugs who like to listen to the wall a hard slap this morning to make them remember."

"promise!"

Lao He bowed slightly and saluted, without any hesitation, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Wait until it leaves.

The entire courtyard became quiet again.

Zhu Gaoxu was leaning on the soft couch, squinting his eyes with the tea cup in his hand. From time to time he would peck the hot tea in the cup and murmur to himself in a low voice:
"Old man! Old man!"

"If you like to play, then I'll have a good time with you."

"At that time, I will see whether you are embarrassed or not."

at the same time.

In the palace of the King of Han, Lao He left the courtyard and did not leave through the main entrance. Instead, he came to a secluded side room and slowly pushed open the two closed bookcases.

crunch
In an instant, a harsh sound of damp wooden objects rubbing against each other was heard.

As the two closed bookcases were slowly pushed open, a passage that could not be seen appeared in front of them.

Seeing the passage in front of him, Lao He didn't hesitate at all. He strode into the invisible passage. When his figure melted into the darkness, he slowly moved closer to the open bookcases on both sides and tightly stitched them together, like a bookcase. An overall average.

The secluded wing fell into an eerie silence.

Not long after.

In the study of a quiet house a few hundred meters away from the Han Dynasty, a middle-aged man was frowning, moving the book in his hand from time to time, and looking at the contents in the book attentively.

crunch
Just at this moment, a sudden and harsh sound sounded in the silent study.

The middle-aged man, who was looking at the book in his hand attentively, couldn't help but trembled. He dodged and jumped to the side. At the same time, he pulled out the big knife on the desk on his right with a 'clop' sound and half-closed his eyes. He stared straight at the bookshelves that were slowly opening to both sides, his expression full of vigilance, and he was ready to take action if he disagreed.

After a while, the bookshelf stopped moving, and a secluded dark passage was exposed.

Ta-ta-ta.
The figure of Lao He, holding a lantern in one hand, slowly walked out of the passage. He extinguished the candle in the lantern in his hand and hung the lantern at the entrance of the passage.

After seeing Lao He clearly walking out of the passage, the originally nervous middle-aged man exhaled a long breath subconsciously, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and returned the big knife in his hand to the scabbard with a 'clop' sound.

A hint of displeasure flashed across his face, he curled his lips and complained:
"Lao He"

"what's the situation?"

"If you don't give advance notice when you come, you will be scared to death. Do you know that?"

Facing the ridicule, Lao He glanced at him with half-narrowed eyes, a hint of meaning flashed on his face, and said:
"Is it scary to scare people to death?"

"Oh, this is really strange."

"When did you, Zhang Yong, the iron-blooded madman who used to be feared on the battlefield and regarded human life as nothing, become so cowardly?"

"If these old guys heard this, I'm afraid they would laugh out loud." (End of Chapter)