Imperial City Department, the eighth floor of the black building.

Changsun Jinghong stood in front of a window, looking at the brightly lit Yujing City in the night rain.

He has been standing like this for a long time.

There was a person standing behind him, and the man also stood for a long time.

He is Wang Zheng’s Golden Bell!

He should have taken the Imperial City Division to Shuangjiao Mountain to catch all the water bandits in one go and escort the large amount of tax grain transported to Kyoto, but he was here.

There is no night outside at Wang Zheng’s Golden Bell.

His is Changsun Jinghong's back.

Finally, he couldn't help asking: "Sir, if this batch of tax grain is lost again, our salary will be reduced by half. I'm afraid that in the future... even the remaining half will be gone!"

Changsun Jinghong smiled slightly, "Don't think that I haven't left this Hall of Hell when I'm old, so I don't know what you have done over the years."

"Do you, Wang Zheng, lack that little salary?"

"Why did I hear that you went to Shandao this time to pay the mountain master a lot of money to the geese as much as 5,000 taels!"

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong's dark face turned slightly red, so naturally it would not come out, but his head lowered a little.

"Hehe, isn't this a problem?"

"But don't worry, the little private work we did did not violate the rules of the Imperial City Department, and we did not borrow the title of our Imperial City Department."

Changsun Jinghong stroked his long beard and pondered for a moment before slowly saying: "If you have done something illegal and disorderly, how could you stand behind me at this time!"

"But... there are many little ghosts in our King of Hell Palace, and many of them have done some harm to the heavens."

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong were stunned, bowed and said righteously and sternly: "Sir, if there is a list of these people, villains should go and clear the portal!"

Changsun Jinghong waved his hand, "No hurry, there is a list, but can it be used... This depends on their performance in the future."

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong looked up in shock and looked at Changsun Jinghong's back again. He didn't quite understand what it meant in the future, nor did he understand what they should behave.

According to Changsun Jinghong's character, the current rules of the Imperial City Department are almost all set by him. Anyone who violates these rules, the method he adopts is extremely simple-

Kill it!

Then his illegal income was confiscated and filled it into the Imperial City Department's private treasury as funds for the Imperial City Department's case handling.

He suddenly realized that Mr. Changsun rarely killed people again. He thought this was because the current Imperial City Department had become a rare stream under the rule of Changsun Jinghong.

But I didn't expect that it was just those people who did things that they were careless and didn't know.

Just when Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong were confused, Changsun Jinghong slowly turned around.

"Do you know why I told some people that the Imperial City Command gave up attacking the Yulong Club headquarters and wanted to clean up the water bandits?"

"Do you know why I set up a suspicious formation again and left the most elite MI7th Division of the Imperial City Division in the city?"

"Do you know why I still disclose the news of attacking the Yulong Club headquarters tonight to Ji Tai?"

Changsun Jinghong asked three questions in succession, of course, not expecting Wang Zheng and Kim Jong to answer, because this is Wang Zheng and Kim Jong’s doubt.

"Cook tea!"

Changsun Jinghong raised his steps and walked towards the tea table placed in front of another window.

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong hurried forward, took the fire and lit the tea stove, and cooked a pot of tea.

"sit!"

The two sat opposite each other.

Changsun Jinghong turned his head and looked at the night outside and said something that was not related to these three questions:

"The literary world... the emperor should have arrived at Zaidao Building at this time."

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong were shocked, his eyes stared like two bronze bells. He bent over and pressed his voice very low, "Sir, is it that the Lord, is it that the Lord intends to kill the emperor?"

Changsun Jinghong was startled by his words, "What are you thinking about with your head?"

Only then did Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong realize that he had understood the wrong meaning of Changsun Jinghong.

He smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head, "Hehe, please tell me clearly."

"What I mean is that the literary gathering in the literary world is about to begin."

"Do you think Li Chenan can beat the 16th student in Yue?"

Wang Zheng and Kim Jong learned their lessons, and he replied: "This... If the sir thinks he can win, he will definitely win!"

Changsun Jinghong immediately laughed, "He is not Wenquxing, descending to earth, how can he win?"

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong said quickly:

"Then he will definitely lose!"

"But if he loses, he will lose his head."

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong were stunned:

"...If your head falls, it's just as big a scar. In another eighteen years, he will be a hero again!"

Changsun Jinghong was speechless. He stared at Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong. After a while, he said, "You guy, you are becoming more and more liked by me."

"But Li Chenan cannot die!"

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong were stunned, "Why?"

Changsun Jinghong did not explain, and Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong couldn't figure out how Changsun Jinghong could rescue Li Chen'an under the emperor's imperial edict.

"If you lose the tax grain, you will lose it. This is not the first time you throw it away. Everyone feels used to losing it."

"The grain can be planted again next year. If this person dies, it will be gone."

"Tonight, what MI7 really has to do is..."

Wang Zheng and Kim Jong sat straight up immediately because the following was the order given by Changsun Jinghong.

"I spread all these news. Of course, Ji Tai would think that the main force of the Imperial City Department really left the city and really went to save the batch of tax grains. After all, that matter is extremely important for many people to come, and it is related to the overall stability of Ningguo."

"The big picture is nothing!"

"He Ji Tai has already destroyed the overall situation. Why should I accommodate this bullshit situation?"

"Ji Taiding will gather the kids of the Yulong Society in Kyoto at the Yulong Society headquarters because he is worried that the Marquis of Dingguo will send people to siege... But Mrs. Fan... Li Chen's safety is not something I can rely on others."

"Even if it's Mrs. Fan, it won't work!"

At this point, Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong suddenly realized that Li Chenan was so heavy in Changsun Jinghong's heart!

He still doesn't understand why.

He now doubts whether Li Chenan is Changsun Jinghong's illegitimate son.

But he didn't dare to ask, so he continued to listen.

"After a while, you can disperse everyone from the Military Intelligence Department 7. Zishi... Remember, I'm talking about everyone, kill them all!"

"You must not be surprised by Li Chenan!"

"By the way, rescue Wen Xiaowan from the water prison together."

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong bowed their fists and bowed: "I understand!"

"Um……"

Changsun Jinghong looked out the window again, and after a moment, he asked: "If I hand over the Imperial City Department to Li Chenan... If someone is dissatisfied, remember... kill all those who are dissatisfied!"

Wang Zheng and Jin Zhong were shocked again, and a storm suddenly arose in his heart. Because the Imperial City Division is as heavy as the country's important weapon, it should have been appointed by the Emperor to be the Imperial City Division, but the Lord actually said this.

But he still refused to ask why.

"A box is buried under that crooked tree."

"If one day I left the Imperial City Department and haven't returned for five days, you can go to the tree to dig out the box."

"You will naturally understand the reason for my arrangement."

"I hope you and your son Wang Zhenghaoxuan will follow Li Chenan to the death, no matter... no matter what difficulties you face!"

After saying this, he stood up and did not wait for the pot of tea.

He walked towards the stairs.

"The literary meeting is about to begin, and I will go for a fun time."
Chapter completed!