The meeting Guan Zhongyi said was of course not an ordinary meeting, but a knife and a killer.

Zhang Biwu understood this meaning, but he didn't answer the question.

Even Zhang Biwu felt a little disdainful.

How tempting is the idea of ​​assassinating Li Chen.

The thousand-year-old fox Zhao Xuanji couldn't help but do it many times, and the people sent out were stronger every time. The last time, he simply used the land fairyland of Buddhism. What was the result?

Until now, Li Chen is still alive and even won a big victory, but the old bald donkey has no news and it has disappeared from the world.

Perhaps, it may be possible that the world has evaporated.

Seeing that Zhang Biwu did not take on his topic, Guan Zhongyi seemed quite bored. He did not continue the topic, but said: "The prince returned and returned from a great victory that the Qin Empire had never seen in nearly two hundred years. His prestige will be unrivaled. To be honest, as long as he returns to Beijing, he will spread the news of the front-line victory, and then recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun. In the territory of the Qin Empire, he will be the first person without any dispute."

"Even if a miracle happens, the Emperor Daxing will not stop him from ascending the throne. Unless the physical destruction is physically destroyed, no one can overthrow him politically."

Zhang Biwu nodded deeply and said, "This layer of military merit is equivalent to a layer of undefeated golden body for him. He bet on this move."

Zhang Biwu's words were a little envious and helpless, but he was really helpless.

As a veteran of the cabinet, Zhang Biwu watched how the prince oversees the country and how he got to the present level step by step.

To be honest, it wouldn't be possible for anyone to come. Maybe Li Chen wouldn't be able to repeat it himself.

Because along the way, it can be said that except for the name of the prince of the regent who was famous and unparalleled, there was no real power. The only thing he could rely on was the Dongchang, which was not fully controlled at that time. This Dongchang was the only authority given to him by the Emperor of the Daxing.

At that time, Emperor Daxing was already terminally ill and might pass away at any time. He could no longer arrange more, but with such a little capital, the prince almost all made a bet.

Gambling means great risks, and it also means that once you win, the reward will be extremely generous.

It is precisely because of the repeated bets and winnings that the prince can accumulate such a wealth in such a short time.

Look at Zhao Xuanji and King Wen, who has not accumulated his current status through hard work and hard work throughout his life, but what about the prince?

Just two years!

In two years, I have to stand at the height of the number one person in the Qin Empire.

All of these are won back through bets.

This time he won the big bet again.

Zhang Biwu really couldn't envy this ability that didn't know whether it was luck or ability.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the sigh that Zhao Xuanji came back after being frustrated: Is our highness really protected by destiny?

Although it is a question, it is actually a declarative sentence.

Guan Zhongyi buckled the table with his fingers, pulling Zhang Biwu back to reality from his imagination.

"Sorry, I'm distracted." Zhang Biwu apologized.

Guan Zhongyi smiled, without asking what he was thinking, and said, "So we either stop the prince from returning to Beijing, or we will finish the work before he returns to Beijing."

"We are following the first path, but it seems that there is little hope at the moment, so we can only focus more on the second path."
Chapter completed!