Stories Of Nine Cities

The childe's mansion in the south of the city was in a mess. From the entrance, it spread all the way to the main courtyard room. Only the roar came from the room. Everyone who dared not get close to it took a detour, so that when Zhao Bing appeared, the people in the mansion didn't care to greet him.

Beyond the busy servants, Zhao Bing walked into the yard and frowned as he pushed the door open. He looked at the scene before him as if it had been battered by the strong wind. His face turned cold, and his expression became a little stormy.

When he saw Zhao Bing appear, his ferocious expression of Han Wushang red his eyes, glared at each other's sleeves, grabbed a chair and sat down. Despite his messy clothes, Zhao Bing's expression was even more shocking.

"Do you still have the face to get angry?" Zhao Bing's tone is not good to hum a, walked over to pull a chair to take a seat by oneself.

"What are you doing here? Do you read jokes? Or preaching? " The expression mocks of Han Wu Shang to sweep Zhao Bing one eye, the indignation on the face is not to take place.

"Do you know you look like a joke?" Zhao Bing, who learned something from Ouyang Shi, didn't expect that Han Wushang would blow up the whole camp. No wonder he would be defeated.

If it had been useful, he would have done it long ago. In fact, Han Wushang's behavior is just to marry others. How many times does it take him to learn to grow up? Zhao Bing a face hate iron not into steel in the heart sigh.

"Shut up! I look like a joke. Can you be better than me? Didn't you dare to say a word in the hall just now? Let the LORD defend Hanxi evil, if you have the ability to stop it It is to send medicine to send subsidies, but also not to let the Ministry of work before the autumn of cold Xi evil hands, nothing to do, they are not just so, what qualifications to say he is not?

"Who do you think did this?" Hearing Han Wushang's words, Zhao Bing can't help clapping his hand on the armrest and staring at Han Wushang with angry eyes.

"What? Do you blame me? " Slightly if if if go to today, even a cold Xi evil can't pull down, unexpectedly still hope to shake the throne? Is it their Zhang Liang's plan to wait for the old people to die? Are they not afraid of an imperial edict to let everything go? Instead of repenting at that time, why not take precautions now?

Han Wushang stares at Zhao Bing and grits his teeth. He doesn't want to hear those words anymore. He has been waiting for ten years and ten years. Do you want to wait until he also dies? No kidding!

"I don't blame you. Do you blame me?" Zhao Bing also stares at Han Wushang. He doesn't know what he can get as long as he sits quietly. Why does he have to take it by himself, but in the end, he harms others and himself.

"Enough, since no one is strange, there's nothing to say. You'll be yours, and I'll be mine. Don't be unhappy with anyone." Originally because things are not satisfactory and the mood is not happy, Zhao Bing's appearance and talk is to let cold no war mood upset.

"Son of a bitch! What's yours and mine? Isn't the ultimate goal the same? In that case, why can't you take the overall situation into consideration? Do you know that it's because of your arbitrary behavior that things come to this stage? " Is he crazy? They do so much for the purpose of putting him on the throne? In that case, why can't he take a long view? Why so impulsive?

Zhao Bing stares at Han Wushang. Most of the time, people can't help thinking that even if only half, even one third, Han Wushang has the patience and introverted of Han xixie. I'm afraid things have already been what he wants.

"What did I do? Don't blame me for the failure just because things didn't go according to your plan! If you want to blame your people for not doing things well, everything is ready. Only if you can't do everything well, you should reflect on yourself! " Han Wushang retorts impolitely, hearing Zhao Bing gnash his teeth.

"I don't even know where I'm wrong. I deserve to be fooled by Hanxi evil." It's a long story. Zhao Bing stares at Han Wushang, then angrily shakes his sleeve and stands up.

"What did you say?" Han Wushang stares up, but he can only watch Zhao Bing's back disappear outside the door. At the same time, he says something.

"Be honest with me during this time, or your mother will call you back to the King City!"

“……” Staring at the place where Zhao Bing disappeared outside the door, the main courtyard became a Shura hall.

Lengji on the roof of the house in the distance frowned slightly at the main courtyard which was almost demolished. Then he turned his head and looked at the carriage which was moving away from the door of the childe's mansion. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he still walked behind the carriage.

At the same time, hanjue in Wangcheng also received a report from Wei Qiu.

"So this accident is all about Wu Shang?" Cold Jue some surprised looking at Wei Qiu.

"Wushang wants to blow up the camp by means of sacrificial rites. As a result, he is seen through by xixie, and he turns his back on the army." Wei Qiuyan made a brief and comprehensive response, and then looked up at the cold Jue who was lost in meditation.

"The prime minister didn't know about it, did he?" Cold Jue says in a low voice.

"Yes." Wei Qiu light should sound, the result hears cold Jue light voice a smile, the facial expression is very cold and severe of pursed a mouth.

"If you want to blow up the camp, you can see that you really want the people in the camp to die, whether it's aimed at individuals or starting a mountain. The key to doing this is gunpowder." Han Jue said and lowered his head, picked up the quilt on the table and looked back and forth.In such a large place, the amount of gunpowder is the key. It's impossible to prepare in the camp, because it will be found. It will be moved with the sacrificial procession. If so, the Ministry of rites will not know. If the Ministry of rites knows, the prime minister will also know, and the result may be different.

Looking at the silence of the prime minister in the main hall, I am afraid that things will be investigated, and then people who should not be implicated will be implicated. That's why I let him take advantage of the loophole.

But then, how was the gunpowder delivered to the camp? If we go with the sacrificial procession, what can we do to hide the truth? Gunpowder is a kind of thing that can be concealed without being noticed. The only ability is

Thinking of what cold Jue eye a stare, and then a faint sigh, holding the forehead don't know what to think, think as if instant old ten years, so that Wei Qiu can't help but worry about the inquiry.

"Lord?"

"What a troublemaker!" Han Jue shook his head and sighed.

"Now I don't know the details of the other party. The Lord doesn't have to worry about it." Wei Qiu's low voice consolation, in exchange for cold Jue's noncommittal hum and smile.

The management of gunpowder has always been very strict. I'm afraid the person who can make this happen is in a very high position. After all, it's he who is the master of the city. How can Han Wushang, who has such a temperament, join hands with others at will? It's hard not to worry!

Han Jue thought of something's faint sigh, looking at the door fell into memories, see Wei Qiu slightly frown, but did not say anything, just quietly waiting for one side.

The prime minister's office, after Zhao Bing came back, refused to meet the guests with the door closed. Sitting in the room, he took up the teacup with a cold face and began to drink. Zhao Bing was always staring at the door, but Lengji appeared at the right time and saw him snort.

"That's what you see when I tell you to look good?" Zhao Bing almost smashed the teacup out of his hand, but he held it back.

"After the failure of the last time, the young master no longer let his subordinates interfere. This time, too." Cold bogey low head, neither humble nor overbearing statement.

"Can't you check if he doesn't say it? Do you know if it doesn't work out well, it will hurt him as well? " Zhao Bing can't help staring at Lengji and yelling. If it wasn't for hanxixie's plot against the camp, how could he have missed such a good opportunity? Any charge of murder, or even treason!

Just thinking of this, Zhao Bing felt a headache, so he rubbed his temple.

"Is there anything unusual in your mansion recently? Who do you keep in touch with? No matter who it is or what it is, report it all. " Zhao Bingchen said in a loud voice.

"Childe's mansion has been very quiet recently. Except for contacting with dark ghosts occasionally, there is nothing strange about sleeping in the mansion or looking for flowers and willows outside." In the dark slightly frown cold bogey, low voice response.

"Quiet? How can silence make such a big deal? " Zhao Bing hums in a mockery tone. He obviously doesn't believe it, so he stares at Lengji suspiciously.

"Lengji, don't forget why I put you in the childe's mansion, and don't forget who you are. I can support you and destroy you. You have to think clearly." Zhao Bing's words make Lengji kneel down to the ground.

"Lengji understands." After respectful reply, Lengji looks up at Zhao Bing.

Two people's sight, impartial, different from Lengji's calm face, the eyes are no wave no trace, Zhao Bing's sight mixed with too much spying and peeping.

"If you understand, gunpowder is the key to such a big deal. Find out the people behind it." Zhao Bing took back his sight and said in a cold voice.

"Yes." Lengji nodded and agreed, then turned and left.

Looking at the place where Lengji disappeared, Zhao Bing's face was deep. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was just like the cold Jue in the king's city. He sighed with worry in his eyes.

Is it going to be the same again? At a time like this? Zhao Bing felt more painful and clenched his teeth. If he could, he really hoped to wait until the throne changed. It's a pity

However, this is not a bad thing. At least, he found a reason why Jaime could not refuse, if he did not want history to repeat itself.

When he thought about it, Zhao Bing quickly called for someone to prepare his pen and ink, and rushed to send out a letter.

The prime minister kept silent because he wanted to protect himself from cold and death. Therefore, Zhou dingyang's preparations were soon sent to the camp, and the plan of the Ministry of work had to be delayed because of the relationship between Han Jue and the army.

As time went on, the camp also received the royal order from the King City, and everything went as expected. When Zhu Bi heard the news, he could not help but feel relieved.

"Young master? Can I go back now? " Now that the case has been settled, there should be no need for him to stay. Zhu Bi thought in his heart.

"Mr. Zhu is in such a hurry. Is it Mr. Li who is not well received here?" Hear Zhu will speak of cold Xi evil, noncommittal asked back.

"No, no, no! It's Mr. Li who is busy with official business and has to take care of his subordinates. He feels guilty. It's better to go back earlier. " Zhu Bi hastened to explain and bow his hand to show his innocence."Mr. Li, are you busy?" Han xixie looks at Li Gui in a funny way.

"Don't bother. It's not going well." Because his most important purpose is to guard Zhu Bi before mining. Li Gui wants to look at Zhu Bi and grin.

Mingming seems kind, but let Zhu Bixin straight hair dry smile with low head. After being an official for so many years, Zhu bi was naturally not stupid. He knew why he was left behind, so he didn't insist on going. Anyway, he didn't bother to waste his breath and just waited.

Looking at Zhu Bi's disappointment, Han xixie squints her eyes thoughtfully until Li Gui suddenly snorts.