At this moment, there was a sudden sound of dull footsteps outside the corridor. A Yulin soldier wearing armor was led into the house by a maid. He knelt on one knee, raised his hands in the air, and said, "The general will give you the order."

There was a tiger talisman in his hand. Pang Boyi picked it up and looked at it, then waved it in front of Liu Xiuyong and said with a smile: "Your Highness, it seems that the Taiwei will not allow me to act with caution this time."

Liu Xiuyong smiled and waved his hand and said, "Why are you so confused? The tiger charm belongs to the Taiwei, please send it back quickly."

The Yulin army immediately took it with respectful hands, bowed before going out.

"The outer nine cities are in chaos. It seems that Master Chen's opportunity has come this time." Liu Xiuyong spoke sincerely, "Mr. Chen, tonight my husband and I invite you to tell your heart. What do you mean? You can go back and think about it carefully. This is the secret of Prince Jin's palace.

Door, go back and wait for your arrival."

"Yes, yes." Chen Jinqiu bowed his shoulders and smiled, "His Highness's good intentions are well understood by me. This good opportunity has come, and I will seize it well and live up to the high expectations of His Highness and Lord Sikong."

"Haha." Pang Boyi nodded, "Mr. Chen, it's late at night, go back and rest early. You'll be busy tomorrow."

Chen Jinqiu bowed and left, and was led out of the corridor by the maid. He went out and got into the car. His face suddenly changed into one of deep thought in the shadows. He waved hello, and the servant immediately clapped his horse and drove home.

There was no sound inside the house, and there was heavy rain outside, and the lamp oil burst out into a cluster of lanterns.

Pang Boyi watched the chess game, paused for a while and then said: "Tonight, the little ministers are having a great time playing chess. His Highness uses black stones to replace the white horse gang and roam the four streets. This is a good situation, but now that the captain has crossed his legs, it may not be possible.

It can be as Your Highness wishes."

"The White Horse Gang is your chess piece, sir." Liu Xiuyong raised his orchid finger while serving tea. He sipped the tea silently, and then said, "I am just complaining about my loyalty to some clumsy people to help the situation."

"Yeah. Mad Niu from the Fire Bull Gang is a very upright person. He is the first person to bear the brunt of the trouble." Pang Boyi sighed with regret, "But it backfired."

"Sir, since you want to push the waves to chase the swallows, how can you only start from one side?" Liu Xiuyong put down the teacup and took the hot wet handkerchief handed by the maid to wipe his hands. "No matter whether it goes with the trend or against it, it will never be able to withstand the ever-changing general trend. Now that you have decided to

Of course, when we take action, we must take multiple measures to prepare for changes.”

Pang Boyi listened to the sudden thunder and asked with interest: "I would like to hear the details."

Liu Xiuyong was still sitting upright, looking normal, but ordinary people couldn't see any clues. At this moment, he was like a tea guest sitting around drinking tea and listening to the wind and rain. Ordinary people could forget his existence at a glance, but he could see

everything that happened.

Those eyes hide amazing patience.

"My lord, I have been sitting here for so long, and I feel guilty." Liu Xiuyong handed over the handkerchief, and the maid took it, "Please come out and talk."

The door of the compartment was pushed open, and the maid retreated to one side and knelt down to wait.

A man straightened his clothes and walked out, looking in the direction of the front porch, with a hint of shame on his old face. Immediately, he looked back and bowed respectfully, kowtowed, and said, "Old minister Ting Wei Ping Hu shows his sincerity, and I see His Highness the King of Jin."

It rained hard that day, and the "adding water" in the yard was filled up in an instant, and the bamboo shadows were swaying. Chinese website

Boom.

His old eyes stared blankly at the candlelight. Hu Biaozhen stood by the door of the compartment with his sleeves hanging down. Tonight, his usual rigorous expression was gone. His wrinkles drawn by the years were squeezed into deep grooves, and his face was tightly pressed.

The lips are slightly bluish white.

He was a student of Sheng Chongnian who came from a poor family. It was Chen Yuwan who promoted him from the vast officialdom and reached the position of Ting Weiping step by step. He regarded Chen Yuwan as his benefactor in this life. When he put on the official robe, he

At that moment, he made up his mind to relieve the suffering of the common people in the world with his body from a poor family.

The Chen family was the source of hope for him. He watched the three heroes of the Chen family grow up, and watched Chen Yuwan become terminally ill. He once cried in front of Chen Yuwan's bed and vowed to protect the laws of Zheng Guo and for

This belief is a lifelong ambition.

But today, he walked into the Jin Palace and was under the same roof with the great Sikong Pang Boyi who he had been fighting against for half his life.

The night was vast and it was raining. He spurned himself from the bottom of his heart and embarked on a road of no return.

Liu

Xiu Yong waved his sleeves and the maid immediately stepped forward and moved the seat over.

"I think it's strange that Mr. Hu can come tonight." Liu Xiuyong said with a smile, "Sit down, you can speak more clearly when you have something to say sitting down than standing up."

Hu Biaozhen took his seat holding on to the armrest.

He was old and had weak bones. After he sat down, he took a deep breath and waited for a while before he said, "His Royal Highness the King of Jin is here to help me tonight. I am very grateful."

"Lord Hu, you're welcome. Your late night visit is just to quell the chaos. In the State of Zheng, I have a minister as generous as Lord Hu, and I am the one who should be grateful." Liu Xiuyong bowed solemnly, then waved his sleeves in greeting, "

Tea please. Mr. Hu, I wonder if this arrangement is appropriate tonight?"

The sound sounded like the long line of rain outside the house, like a slow knife cutting into Hu Biao Zhen's heart. The maid brought the hot tea to the low table in front of him and pushed it gently.

Hu Biao really looked at the steaming porcelain white tea cup. The water in it was clear and white, reflecting his own appearance. As he looked at it, he suddenly felt nauseated in his heart.

He wanted to vomit, but he swallowed hard, but his stomach was still twitching.

Hu Biaozhen stroked his chest gently and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness is concerned about the security inside and outside Chongdu. I dare not criticize you."

"There is a trouble in Xiaoqiang in the outer city. I just sent someone to spread the word. The security of Chongdu still depends on the Taiwei. However, my second brother was drunk tonight and could not personally lead the troops to quell the chaos. Alas.

." Liu Xiuyong held up his tea cup and sighed quietly, "I didn't expect that the Yulin Army, without its leader, would accidentally kill so many people. The corpses of those Jianghu people are now piled up in Dongmen Street, and the Taiwei is worried that the thieves will escape.

Entering the inner city, the inner and outer city gates have been closed early. I am worried. The outer nine cities are complicated and there are many people. If those thieves are murderous, wouldn't the people...sigh..."

Liu Xiuyong spoke sincerely, and the worry on his face made people look like a kind-hearted living Bodhisattva.

Hu Biaozhen's face was already gloomy, but he suddenly showed a complex expression when he heard the words. He had been in high officialdom for half his life, how could he not understand? The Yulin Army was now under the control of the King of Qin, and because there was no one available, he met the King of Jin and the King of Jin in private.

Pan Boyi sought help with the intention of suppressing it.

Instead of killing.

Although Liu Xiuyong sounded like he was concerned about the country and the people, he was secretly targeting the Taiwei and the King of Qin.

Hu Biaozhen paused for a moment, raised his head, and explained: "Private fights among Jianghu people have become a common practice since the reign of Sheng Chong. Even in prisons, people like this are indispensable. The Lord Taiwei is worried about the safety of the city.

It is unavoidable to close the city gate." He turned to Pang Boyi and spoke humbly, "In addition, His Royal Highness the King of Qin often drills new troops in the school grounds outside the city, in order to implement the recruitment order that was presented to the Chancellery. Suddenly, the incident happened.

It is understandable that we fail to take the overall situation into consideration.”

Pang Boyi held the table with one hand, tapping his fingers up and down, and said, "Master Hu, are you trying to defend the Taiwei and the King of Qin?"

Hu Biaozhen's face turned a little pale. He shook his head slightly and said, "No, I just told you frankly. If there is any offense, please forgive Sir Sikong."

Hearing this, Pan Boyi chuckled and looked at Liu Xiuyong, but Liu Xiuyong did not look at the two of them. He looked at the yard as if admiring the flowers at night, and turned a deaf ear to the conversation between the two.

Pan Boyi looked back at the chess game on the table and said: "Tonight there is a private fight on Dongmen Street, and there is a river of blood. There is a huge vacancy in the patrol manpower in the outer nine cities, and it is hard to blame the Taiwei for neglecting duty. As for the King of Qin, you can't just watch the training of the new army.

Martial arts must be taught to enforce orders and prohibitions. The Yulin army has killed people now, and the military morale is like this. If they go to the battlefield in the future and lose their sense of proportion, it will be Dazheng's military appearance that is ruined. Thirdly, the soldiers are rebelling against thieves.

It’s my duty, why didn’t the prison serve snacks before the incident happened on Dongmen Street?”

Boom.

Add water and knock again, and the empty cylinder will turn back.

Hu Biaozhen took a deep breath and tightened his hands on his sleeves. He understood. Pan Boyi had already sharpened his knife and was waiting. No matter whether the Yulin army went to suppress it tonight, the Taiwei could not escape, and the King of Qin could not escape.

.You can’t escape even prison.

Swinging three swords with one sword can be said to be ruthless. This is Da Sikong who covers the sky with one hand. He asked himself, if he were to fight against such an opponent, would he have a chance?

"Prisons and prisons are there to handle cases, and soldiers are there to arrest people.

Take the criminals and stand there." Hu Biaozhen lowered his head and clenched his fists, and his hoarse voice gradually showed his majesty, "It is not to suppress the people, let alone to kill the people. The old minister is Ting Weiping, what is peace?"

The sound of rain became louder in an instant, and the raindrops on the bluestone steps splashed into the candle, and the candle flame exploded into a cluster of lanterns.

Hu Biaozhen slowly raised his head amid the flying sparks and looked directly at Pang Boyi, solemnly saying word by word: "Fair."

"What Mr. Hu said is that the law is in charge of the court, and the main thing is fairness." Pang Boyi looked at him, "In the world of officialdom, justice is hard to find. If Mr. Hu wants justice tonight, he should lead people to suppress this incident.

There is violence and chaos, instead of sitting here and talking to me about fairness. If there is a shortage of people, you should go to the Taiwei Mansion and ask the Taiwei for help. If it doesn't work, you can go to the school field outside the city and ask the King of Qin to send troops to suppress it. But your lord, hehe

, come and ask me when you get here."

He tapped his index finger on the table, and the smile on Pang Boyi's face was still calm, but his calm and calm aura instantly suppressed Hu Biao's sleeves and wrinkled his robe.

"Lord Sikong, why don't you go to the Taiwei Mansion because of your humble position? Why don't you ask the King of Qin to send troops?" Hu Biao's face turned red, and the loose fat on his cheeks trembled slightly. He said in a serious voice, "Who do those Yulin troops obey? Sikong

Don’t you know, sir?”

Isn’t it you, Pan Boyi, that they are listening to?

"Master Hu, these words stop me." Pan Boyi took out two white stones from the chessboard, "Master Taiwei was born as a military general, and King Qin is now a prince who is deeply loved by the military generals."

Every time he called out a name, he put a chess piece into the chess cup, then raised his finger and slid it along the chess board, landing on a white piece.

He turned the chess pieces and faced Hu Biaozhen and asked: "I don't know who the Yulin army takes orders from, but it is violent right now and the chaos has become a disaster in the middle. Mr. Hu, tonight the soldiers are watching the bloody storm and are not moving at all. What do you think?

Prison, what should I do?"

Boom.
Chapter completed!