Struggle will lead to victory?

Lin Yi thought so. At the moment when the autumn rain stopped, he galloped hard in the narrow and hidden alley. The pain on his body was faintly occurring. The rain mixed with dust and filth in the world fell on those wounds. It was not affected for a short time. Now,

But it has become inflamed, washed clean by the rain, and the skin underneath can be seen through the clothes that were cut into strips.

There were streaks of red blood, with rotten flesh piled up on both sides.

Lin also felt the arrival of death, and felt the dark gate of the underworld slowly opening for him.

He was unwilling to give in, so he drew his sword and struck angrily.

The sword edge passed through the illusory door and through the dense raindrops around it, as if a whole new world had opened.

Snap!

The sword he held in his hand trembled and fell, gradually losing its strength, just like the bandits he had killed in Hebei Road. They would most likely quietly disappear in this street before they could find any hope of escape.

, quietly disappeared into this world.

"If I don't want to die, no one can drag me away!" Lin Yi, who was huddled at the base of the wall, held on to the wall and tried to get up, and shouted angrily: "Fuck you, life and death are determined by fate, my life,

I can only make the decision myself..."

The autumn rain hit his messy long hair, cleaning away the smell of blood floating on his body.

The blurry world in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the sword Lin Yi held fiercely slashed in front of him, as if it had touched some kind of untouchable energy. The palm of his hand holding the sword hilt was shocked, and it was already sending severe pain.

His wrist snapped suddenly, and the pain caused his mind to be between clarity and drowsiness, on the central axis of the two, and would lean to the other side at any time if not stopped.

Reason allowed him to endure the pain in his wrist and the painful scars on his body due to inflammation.

"follow me!"

This was the last sentence Lin Yi heard when he woke up.

It is a tone that reflects the vicissitudes of life, a voice full of calm curiosity, and an affirmation that is meaningless in the world.

As his consciousness sank, Lin Yi's sword fell to the ground with an attractive thud.

...

The top five ranked soldiers in the Northern Army were all killed.

The direct son-in-law of the Wang family, who had been in the Hebei Dao family for hundreds of years, was killed quietly.

Whether it is the former or the latter, it is enough to trigger a violent natural disaster in the official circles of Hebei Province. It is expected that countless people should bear the consequences and anger of this silent assassination.

When some people hesitate to go to that house to plead guilty.

They were surprised to find that the so-called storm did not seem to have come. The black ice platform appeared outside Yang Jixin's house, blocking the entire Yang family courtyard, and linked to many officials in Hebei Province who were supposed to manage the matter outside.

It is impossible to enter, let alone those officials who do not belong to this system. What is even more strange is that Black Ice Platform does not allow the generals of the Wang family and the Northern Army to enter...

What exactly is going on?

Just when everyone was confused, Ji Zhichang, the deputy prime minister of Heibingtai, was invited to quietly appear outside a certain house.

Thinking about it, I just entered this place a few days ago and haven't gotten any good looks yet.

It had only been so long before he was actually invited here. Ji Zhichang couldn't help but sigh at the extraordinary circumstances in his life. The door of the house opened slightly, and a hidden gap appeared sideways. Rifu's head stuck out from the door, blinking and staring.

Ji Zhichang stood in the rain holding an oil-paper umbrella, stretched out his hand and waved slowly towards Ji Zhichang, and then quickly turned away from his body.

Ji Zhichang looked left and right, scanning his surroundings with cold eyes.

After confirming that no one was following him, he quickly walked into the house.

In the courtyard, in the main hall!

Li Li was already very old, and his many years of fighting had left him with a variety of illnesses. Whenever it rained, his knees or back would always have a bone-chilling pain, as if there were countless sharp fine needles.

Stab. So when the first autumn rain fell in Jinyang, a lot of silk cloth was installed around the rooms in this house to block moisture, and several layers were connected before stopping.

Although Ji Zhichang has only been here once, as the best envoy of Black Ice Platform, he has become the deputy prime minister of Black Ice Platform over the years, and his shorthand for the surrounding environment has reached the point of perfection. No matter how complicated it is, Ji Zhichang has only come here once.

The environment only needs to be seen through his eyes once before he can remember it, and then he can paint it with familiarity.

Many years ago, there was a catastrophe when various countries attacked Qin.

When the Black Ice Platform was still in its infancy, it accepted the task of surveying the terrain of various countries and ascertaining the defense lines and military positions deployed by various countries. Ji Zhichang was one of the many Black Ice Platform spies, mainly responsible for the two southern countries.

The country's exploration. Relying on his photographic memory, he memorized a lot of key information that could not be written down on paper. Because of this information, Li Liqing sent his army south and destroyed the two countries in the south.

Gather them to Lingnan Road and Jiangnan Road.

"I've seen the old marshal!" Ji Zhichang lifted up the thick invisible silk cloth and shouted when he saw Li Liqing sitting in the first seat.

Li Liqing had a straight face. Even when he saw Ji Zhichang, his expression did not change. Except in front of Lin Yi, he had never shown his kindness and gentleness. He had always been the imperial military god who had dominated the world for decades.

, even if he has been living in seclusion for more than ten years, he will not forget his pride, nor will he forget the habits developed during those years of fighting.

The tea in the north has a very antique flavor. After entering Jinyang, Li Liqing had nothing to do, so he fell in love with drinking tea all day long. This was fun that he had never experienced before, and it was also completely different from the tension and panic on the battlefield. Many things

Years ago, a young man tried to persuade him, but he was a little slow to understand. He picked up the tea cup, raised his eyes slightly, and pointed to the seat next to him: "Do you know why I called you?"

Ji Zhichang maintained enough courtesy. No matter what Li Liqing's attitude was, his attitude could not be lost.

Following Li Liqing's finger, he sat down and answered quietly: "Presumably, the old marshal wanted to find out about the current situation of the matter because of the murder of Yang Jixin, a well-known soldier of the Northern Army in the city?"

It was very clear and not muddled at all.

This matter has been spread throughout the city, and even if you want to hide it, you can do it. Ji Zhichang's mind is very smart, but sometimes it is only limited to certain places, which makes him unable to occupy the position of deputy prime minister of Heibingtai.

Move up a bit. Perhaps the reason why the Prime Minister has the black ice platform must be that His Majesty is trustworthy. It is more because he himself does not know how to express his truest emotions at certain times.

Li Liqing tugged at the corner of his mouth, and a slight smile appeared on his withered face. He put down the tea cup and shook his head: "The empire has existed in Hebei Province for hundreds of years, and some aristocratic families have existed for more than a hundred years. To a certain extent, Hebei Province has existed for more than a hundred years.

The Tao is not like the territory of the empire, but rather like the private domain of those aristocratic families, so I don’t care much about many people in the officialdom of Jinyang and even Hebei Tao...if they die, they will die."

After hearing what the old marshal said, Ji Zhichang's brows that were not covered by the black mask frowned. He was silent for a moment and finally asked: "Yang Jixin of the Northern Army also falls into the category of what the old marshal said is dead?"

"Of course!" Li Liqing didn't care at all that the disgusting reputation of treating human life as trivial would be slapped on him, and nodded naturally: "There are only two of us now, and I can tell you that even most of the upper-level officials in Hebei Province are all

Being killed, in my opinion, is nothing more than that. The disregard for Yang Jixin has to do with his relationship with the Wang family, and of course more..."

The words were hidden but Ji Zhichang already understood.

The expression on his face could not be seen clearly under the mask, and the look in his eyes suddenly condensed. The originally large pupils seemed to be affected by a strong light, and they quickly closed up to protect the eyes from being hurt. This is a kind of self-protection consciousness, and it is also

It's an unconscious behavior. But in Ji Zhichang's case, it's more of a physical instinct. He knows how much impact the next words will have on him.

The conversation that follows may not be easy.

Ji Zhichang already had an estimate, but he still maintained his respect for Li Liqing.

In any corner of the empire, the name of the Imperial God of War cannot be taken lightly.

As the most loyal Heibingtai to His Majesty, Ji Zhichang is always ready to sacrifice to protect the glory of the empire. If today, Li Liqing wants to take his life, or do other actions, such as killing everyone in Hebei Province

He would not have any resistance from the higher-ups in the officialdom, let alone choose to be an enemy of Li Liqing. This was his attitude towards certain things.

Li Liqing was very satisfied with this attitude. He stood up and stared at the gradually slowing autumn rain outside. Worry emerged in his eyes: "I know your character. When faced with unimportant things, you will always choose to be greedy for life and afraid of death. So go to Yuguan.

The border is something you hate, but you can't find any excuse to leave."

After saying that, his cloudy eyes suddenly widened with clarity, like a cold snake, and he said in a cold voice: "There is an excellent opportunity before me. Leave Hebei Road, leave Jinyang, and return to the imperial capital to report the murder of Yang Jixin. I believe that your Majesty

I won’t say a word to criticize you for this, and from now on, you may be on your way to success..."

"You don't want to investigate this matter?" Ji Zhichang frowned.

Li Liqing rolled up the sleeves of his wide Confucian robe, raised the hem and walked down the stairs, walked to the silk cloth, and pointed to the Jinyang sky outside.

"There are many people who don't want you to continue the investigation. In their hearts, Yang Jixin is already destined to die. As for the way of death, they probably won't care, but if you dig out something unusual, then you

His death date must have arrived."

These words were so cold that Ji Zhichang, who had been walking in the darkness all year round, had goosebumps all over his body. The last time this feeling occurred was when the young marquis passed away, and the whole hall was filled with people kneeling on the black ice platform.

All the subordinates, including the Prime Minister who had been with His Majesty the Emperor all year round, were kneeling in the cold hall with their heads lowered, trembling all over and not daring to speak.

This situation happened again today. Is there a hint of something?

Ji Zhichang trusted his body's intuition and nodded without hesitation: "I will definitely listen to the old marshal's words. When I return to the post house, I will remove the people from Heibingtai and return to the imperial capital immediately..."

Li Liqing didn't hear the rest of the words clearly.

Looking at the figure faintly visible in the autumn rain outside the silk cloth, he sighed slightly.

"Why do you need to go, why do you need to go..."

Chang Geng came out from behind and didn't understand why the master was like this.

Just as he was about to ask, Li Liqing turned around, shook his head, and left muttering to himself: "If he was the one who must be killed, why would he stay until now?"
Chapter completed!