Chapter five hundred and twelve black pot is really black
Chapter 512
Control Yuan
Black curtains covered the windows, and a slightly older figure slowly sat on a chair. Looking at the warrant sent back by King Han last night in his hand, the man sighed deeply.
"Something went wrong after all. Is the king of Han really so lucky? He took his family to the south of the Yangtze River and caught a few party members on the way. Or is my luck really bad? It has reached this point today.
Is your success going to fall short? Alas... Hanwang, I never thought of attacking you, but now it seems that you are going to raise a butcher's knife against me."
The man in black with gray temples stood up and looked at the familiar room in front of him with nostalgia in his eyes.
I have been working in the Control Yuan for so long, and I still feel reluctant to leave.
The man knocked on the table and muttered to himself with some annoyance: "Jinzhou is located in the hinterland of the Han Dynasty. You have to walk thousands of miles from west to north to get out of the customs. How to get there?"
He rubbed the corner of his eyebrows in pain: "Is it true that... we really want to fight to the death? Weiming Xiaoxiao promised me benefits, but it seems that it is not to the point of making me desperate... Fortunately, King Han did not think deeply.
He should not have any doubts about the courtyard, as the car was still going south. However, with the wisdom of the King of Han, he thought that this level would last longer? It was time to leave, otherwise, he would die with his reputation ruined.
, it’s not worth it.”
"It's just... if I don't bring something as a bargaining chip, how can Weiming Xiaoxiao tolerate me? Or... am I going to be on the run from now on?"
He was very distressed, turned around and asked a young man sitting not far away: "I have said so much, can't you help me with some ideas?"
The young man with a cold expression said: "Aren't you planning to flee to the end of the world?"
He pointed to the white hair on his temples and said: "Look, I am already an old man... my hair is already more than half white. Are you willing to let me be killed by the King of Han and have to wander around the world?"
Why are you so immoral? How can you endure this suffering for an old man?"
The young man sighed softly: "Master Stall, have you forgotten? I am sent by His Majesty the Emperor of Daxia. If you ask me what to do, what can I say?"
He smiled and said: "You also said that if there is no bargaining chip, there will be no place for you in Daxia. If the matter is really exposed, His Majesty will not turn against the Khan because of you. Let me guess...
Your Majesty should first send someone to cut you into more than 180 pieces, and then never admit to having anything to do with you. You said... His Majesty ordered you to be killed, will you let me do it?"
The old man said angrily: "If I am pushed too hard, I will fight to the death to keep you, the great general of the Xixia Kingdom. Li Hunu, if you say that I will fight to the death, will Wei Mingxiao be heartbroken?"
Li Hunu, who looked slightly strange, stood up and said, "You are already determined to fight to the death, why haven't you thought of... trying to kill Liu Ling, the King of Han?"
The old man was startled and said word by word: "It's easy to kill you. Who asked you to come to Jinzhou instead of Swan City? Even if you die, there will be no consequences. Anyway, I want to wander around the world.
To kill the King of Han? Do you think... I have the qualifications? Or... do you have the qualifications?"
Li Hunu smiled and said gloomily: "It's your business whether to kill Liu Ling or not. How you run away is also your business. I came to Jinzhou just to see what the guy who took away my beloved woman looks like.
Look, it's a pity that I came and he left. Since I can't see it, why should I stay here? Mr. Stall Master, you should think about your own way out. Do you think that you can stay unnoticed?
If they bring me to Jinzhou, I can’t go back on my own?”
He smiled confidently: "Although Daxia's Yipintang has only been established for less than two years, it is not much worse than your Han Kingdom's Supervisory Yuan."
The old man raised his chin and said calmly: "First grade hall? Haha... I have learned the form of the Overwatch Council, but I can't learn the spirit of the Overwatch Council. It's just a shoddy copy. I really don't know where you got your confidence.
.And...Have you forgotten that without my guidance, Weiming Xiaoxiao could establish a first-class hall? For a person like me, I can sell out the Overwatch Council for profit. Could it be that at a critical moment, just to get the King of Han to spare my life, I would
Can’t we recruit Yipintang? Is there anyone in Yipintang that I’m not familiar with? If we just kill all the Yipintang spies in the Han Dynasty, Wei Mingxiao will be very distressed.”
Li Hunu laughed loudly: "Master Stall, you still underestimated our elite in Daxia, and even more underestimated His Majesty. Yes, you helped to establish Yipintang. Could it be that Your Majesty would rest assured that the secrets of Yipintang would be caught by outsiders?
In your hands? You are an outsider and have always been an outsider."
He said with some pity: "What a pitiful person. In Daxia, you were an outsider. Now it seems... In Dahan, you will soon be an outsider."
He sorted out the Overwatch Council uniform that didn't fit him very well, and said angrily: "I can't even find a piece of clothing that fits me in this stall? Don't think so much, just make up your mind. If
If you want to kill me, all you need to do is shout now, and your experts from the Overwatch Council will immediately chop me into more than 180 pieces. If you want to kill Liu Ling, I don't mind helping you."
He smiled confidently: "You know, after all, I am also the deputy governor of Yipintang."
As he walked, he said: "Since two years ago, the masters of Daxia have been sneaking into Han Dynasty. You can never imagine how terrifying this force is. Liu Ling is going to go on a spring outing. Don't you think this is a trick?
good chance?"
The old man frowned: "Li Hunu, you are a lunatic! If you want to move the King of Han, even if you expose all the strength of Xixia in our territory of the Han Dynasty at all costs, do you think you can move the King of Han? I'm afraid you will cause heavy losses to Yipintang.
At such a price, can Wei Mingxiao spare you? You just said that I underestimated you Dangxiang people and Wei Mingxiao, aren't you being arrogant now? You underestimated us Han, and the King of Han!"
Li Hunu paused, turned around and said seriously: "I am a madman. Ever since Liu Ling robbed my woman, I have been crazy. As for mobilizing all the people to kill Liu Ling, if successful, the big man will fall into
The civil strife has brought no harm to our Daxia. Will Your Majesty blame me? If I can't kill Liu Ling, I will choose to die in battle. So, do I still need to care about whether Your Majesty is angry or not? Do I need to take care of Yipintang?
How about it? If I die, what will I care about the great man of Daxia?"
He said word by word: "Also, don't think of yourself as a Han man in front of you, and don't open and shut up about what a big man is, what about the King of Han... You are no longer qualified to call yourself a Han man, you are just a shameful defector
That’s all.”
He walked slowly to the window and pulled down the thick black curtains.
With one pull of the brush, the curtain fell.
Li Hunu said with disgust: "The people who hate you the Supervisory Yuan the most always like to hide themselves in the dark, even the room is blocked by black curtains. What are you afraid of? Or do you think this is safe?"
"Li Hunu!"
The old man said seriously: "I am a defector, yes. But you have to remember... Even if I am a defector, I am a defector from the Han Dynasty. After all, I am still a subject of the Han Dynasty."
Li Hunu laughed and said, "What do you mean, go tell Liu Ling and see if he will take pity on you?"
Li Hunu turned around, lowered his head and unfolded the wrinkles on his clothes: "The clothes of the Supervisory Yuan are still very beautiful, much prettier than the clothes of Yipintang. Sir, since you have already started to do it, why can't you...
Can you make it more beautiful? Compared to the King of Han, and me to the Emperor of Daxia, you are a nobody. People like you and me will never be admired by thousands of people. It is almost impossible to leave a name in history.
.”
The smile on his face was weird, and his ferocious face looked like a demon: "If... you and I join forces to kill the King of Han, at least we can leave a mark in the history books."
"Of course, the kind that will last forever."
Turning around and walking outside, Li Hunu put on a kind smile and said, "Master stall owner, where will you arrange my accommodation? You can't let me, a guest from afar, sleep on the street."
The old man sighed: "Now I really have the idea of letting you throw your body into the wilderness and die without a burial place."
Li Hunu laughed loudly and walked out of the room without looking back.
After Li Hunu left, the old man sat slumped in a chair, looking at the thick black curtains that fell to the ground, but there was no light in his heart.
"I don't know how much time we have left."
He sighed.
Just as he was about to walk out of the room, suddenly an inspection guard in black walked into the room. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the curtains that had fallen to the ground. The man was stunned for a moment, and then looked away. He walked to the old man and bowed.
: "At the end of the stall, the King of Han... may have left the chariot and the ceremonial guard. Our people have not seen the King of Han in the procession for two days. People around the King of Han said that the King of Han had caught a cold, and the princess ordered the procession to go to Luoyang."
The old man was startled and stood up suddenly: "Qiu Feng, take someone with you to investigate immediately. If the King of Han secretly returns to Jinzhou, you and I will have no way to escape."
The silver-clad supervisor named Qiu Feng asked tentatively: "What if the King of Han really... left the convoy and returned to Jinzhou? Should I tell Li Hunu?"
The old man thought for a moment and suddenly raised his brows. He smiled brightly, as if he was ten years younger: "Of course I have to tell him. I will go to Li Hunu in person later and tell him that the King of Han's chariot will be diverted to Luoyang.
Maybe he has noticed something and plans to mobilize troops to Luoyang. Do you think Li Hunu will immediately mobilize his troops to attack the convoy?"
"Are we intercepting the King of Han on the way?"
Qiu Feng asked.
The old man smiled happily. He stood up and said: "As long as the King of Han dies and Li Hunu dies, the only person in the world who knows that I am a traitor is Wei Mingxiao. Will he tell me? If the King of Han dies, what will happen to the Han Dynasty?"
In the chaos, Wei Mingxiao can use me, so he won’t say anything. The world of the Han Dynasty is in chaos. Without the King of Han, the Han Dynasty will collapse like a building. But no matter what, I will still be a member of the Overwatch Council.
...Big stall!"
"Go ahead and ask the fourth-level boss Zhou Yunbing to assign a few teams of assassins to you. He just said that he discovered that a big shot from Xixia has infiltrated the Han Dynasty. Zhou Yunbing... It's better to let him take the blame. He has already taken so many, so this one is not bad.
.You lead the assassins everywhere to intercept and kill the King of Han on the way, and you must not miss!"
Qiu Feng smiled coldly and said: "Don't worry, stall owner, I will die if the King of Han dies, I know it in my heart."
Sun Diwei, the owner of a stall, stretched his body, picked up the black curtain, then stepped on the stool with some effort to hang the curtain back up. While hanging it, he said: "We must prepare for both roads, the commander...
…It should not be underestimated.”
Qiu Feng said: "My subordinates understand that if they can kill, they will kill, and if they cannot kill, they will leave."
Sun Diwei hummed: "Go ahead, it's been two days, and the King of Han won't give me too long." (To be continued)
