The first thousand four hundred and eighty chapters protect the calf's sect
The news of Li Xingguo's rescue did not spread, and only a few people even knew that he had been imprisoned. This was the decision made by Mr. Li, who issued a hush-hush order to all those who knew about it, including those who committed the incident.
They were all sent directly to the Heavenly Prison. Just like the weather had just cleared up in the capital, everything was back to normal.
Military exercises are to deal with emergencies, this is Mr. Li's explanation. With his influence in Chinese politics, it is not difficult to turn the chaos into invisible. In fact, he has done it, and everyone has consciously kept silent.
, what follows is an internal rectification movement, and it is inconvenient to put these things on the table.
The struggle is cruel, the winner and the loser have always been like this. The Li family courtyard has returned to its old appearance. The snow on the tile roof has melted, and water is dripping along the edge, hitting the blue brick floor and getting wet again.
Dry.
Mr. Li was wrapped in a military coat and sitting next to the wintersweet tree, squinting his eyes and raising his feet to bask in the sun. The old man was in a good mood today, but he would frown from time to time, as if he thought of something bad.
Li Xingguo stood behind his father. His face looked a little haggard, but his eyes had regained their vitality. A person's energy and energy can be seen in one pair of eyes. As long as the eyes are enough, the deficiencies in the bones of the body can easily be made up. Standing beside him was
Looking at a man with a haggard face and sharp eyes, he is Ren Bing, who has regained his freedom. He is now the new general staff of the Chinese Martial Spirit.
Originally, Mr. Li meant to let a hairless boss take over Long Fengyang's shortcomings, but the boy refused to agree. In the end, he actually pushed Ren Bing out of the tank. In terms of maturity and stability, Ren Bing was the successor to the General Staff.
Mr. Li was able to find the best candidate for the position. Anyway, it was not a bad thing that the three-legged cat obeyed this discipline.
Li Lao crossed his legs and said leisurely: "When did you two become mothers-in-law? Even if you say something directly, that kid is still straightforward and never mince words..." The old man couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth when he thought of that kid.
Give me a knowing smile.
Li Xingguo glanced at Ren Bing. There was a tacit understanding between the two of them. They had both been imprisoned once, and now both looked haggard.
Ren Bing took two steps forward, turned to Mr. Li, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Li, we have found Long Fengyang's whereabouts. He has gone home. Things are a bit tricky. I want you to help make an idea."
Mr. Li raised his eyebrows and looked at him and said in a deep voice: "So what? The emperor is guilty of the same crime as the common people. Long Fengyang violated the national law and should be punished. Doesn't the Long clan even understand this truth?
?" Speaking of Long Fengyang, Mr. Li became very angry. He bears the unshirkable responsibility for this incident. According to Mr. Li's wishes, he must be sent to the Heavenly Prison and imprisoned for decades.
Ren Bing showed a troubled expression on his face and whispered: "I have sent people to negotiate twice, but the other party's attitude is very firm. They just refuse to hand over Long Fengyang, saying that it is the old sect leader's wish.
, and a letter was sent." After saying that, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Li. It was a very old-fashioned kraft paper envelope, the opening was sealed with wax, and the words "Li Zemin personally signed" were written on the surface with a calligraphy pen.
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Mr. Li took the envelope, took a look at it, and cursed in a low voice: "The old man is trying to make things up, and he even sealed the seal with fire paint." After saying that, he reached out and tore off the seal, took out two folded letters from inside, shook them out and read them.
The letter was written with a brush, and the handwriting on the letter was as strong and powerful as an iron painting and a silver hook. Judging from the calligraphy skills alone, it was not inferior to any calligraphy master in the world, but the content made Mr. Li change his face. After reading the letter, the old man had already changed from the rattan.
He stood up on the chair and murmured: "What a protective old guy, he is deliberately trying to get into trouble with me. Why should you be merciful and merciful? Such bastard bullshit logic..."
The old man got so excited that he crumpled the letter paper in his hand into a ball and threw it aside. This letter was written by Long Jiuzhou, the head of the Long clan. The main message was that the reason why Long Fengyang would help
The black witches of Miaoling had their reasons for doing this foolish thing of usurping power. Fortunately, it has not led to serious consequences. The Long family will punish Long Fengyang according to the sect rules. I hope this matter will end here.
The most irritating thing is that there are a few sentences at the end of this letter, which means that it is not convenient for everyone to make public this matter, so we should all take a step back, otherwise it will be made public and embarrassing for the whole world. It is the Li family. In Mr. Li's case,
It seems that there is a hint of threat between the lines in this letter, which is as bad as it gets.
Although Long's sect is large, it is not a behemoth that cannot be offended in the eyes of Mr. Li. This letter is tantamount to expressing an attitude. Anyway, they are determined to protect the calf. If they have any tricks, they will use them to stop the water and the earth.
Cover it up, let the cat drag the dead mouse, and make it clear that Long Fengyang will not be handed over. At worst, the whole thing will be made public. Then it will be the Li family who will suffer and the Li family will be embarrassed.
If the Long clan didn't use this provocative attitude, there might still be room for change, but now Mr. Li is really angry, his face is red with the anger of fried eggs on his forehead, and he can't wait to send troops to fight against the dragon immediately.
The clan's dignitaries want to see what Long Fengyang they are protecting has to hide.
Ren Bing did not express his opinion. He cast his eyes on the pile of letter paper not far away. He also wanted to know what happened that made Boss Li angry.
Mr. Li scolded him for a while and then calmed down. The matter of Li Xingguo's imprisonment was not made known to the world, otherwise it would have a great impact on his political future. For this reason, he chose to deal with it in a low-key manner. Unexpectedly,
Now it has become the best excuse for the Long clan to protect their calf. The old man is feeling angry now, but he is helpless.
The political future is now the most important thing to Li Xingguo, especially after experiencing this incident, he cherishes the hard-won power even more. He now feels like a fire is burning in his chest. Long Fengyang is the last one who has not
He had long secretly made up his mind to arrest the main culprit named Long, no matter what resistance there was. Even if he could not be convicted of a serious crime, he could still be sent to hell so that he could receive the punishment he deserved.
Mr. Li put his hands on his back, tilted his head slightly forward, and began to walk up and down, circling around the old wicker chair where he had been sitting for decades. He was also unwilling to let Long Fengyang carefree like this, and he couldn't let anyone let him go.
With such a threat, it is true that the Long clan has a thousand-year history and has made a lot of contributions to the national government, but this is no reason to shield Long Fengyang.
After circling the wicker chair for more than a dozen times, Mr. Li's thinking slowly became clearer. He had already thought of a way to defeat the Long clan, but he still needed a key figure. Only that kid would take action.
It became simple. Thinking of this, the sullen look on the old man's face disappeared. He walked to the wicker chair and stopped, raised his buttocks and sat firmly on it.