Lin Zhihuang said: "No see."

"Let him stand outside the door and see how much he can persist."

Whenever Hong frowned: "If he ......."

Lin Zhihuang laughed: "Then let him die. Ben king, never coercion."

Although Wen Nanfang did not want Lin Zhihuang to go out of the house, when he saw that Lin Zhihuang easily gave up the medicine that might be possible to get, the sorrow between the eyebrows did not fade.

Bian Hong: "Lord, Chu Shi's mouth, it is difficult to pry open."

Lin Zhihuang: "Just start with people from outside the house."

Wen Nanfang: "That person is very alert, it's not easy to capture."

When the words were falling, Wen Nan continued: "Just now Hua Ling put an archer on the wall, and he intended to shoot the long sword on his hand. But the secret archer was not yet arched, and he noticed it."

Bian Hong added: "The man pasted his neck with a sword, turned back to drink, he injured his half -neck, and blood flowed horizontally.

Lin Zhihuang pointed at the case and said, "Go to the dungeon to put forward his brothers and send his brothers to the gate of the palace to attract his attention. Once he is slightly distracted, he will take the opportunity to kill people.

The long sword between his necks, capture him. "

Wen Nanfang said with a hoarse opening to remind: "So, a little careless, we capture it, it will be a corpse."

Lin Zhihuang: "The king is willing to bet."

"By gambling, this king recognizes the penalty."

Hiroshima smiled: "The protagonist is really a domineering person who is not afraid of life and death."

Seeing that Wen Nanfang had a thoughts with Lin Zhihuang at this time, Wen Nanfang turned his eyes: "When is the brother? You still have a joke?"

Without Wen Nanfang, after laughing, he looked at him after laughing, and he said sharply: "The corpse can also speak, not necessarily living."

"In the past today, the stress is stubborn, and he will not carry the fragrance. As long as this thing exists, you will definitely find clues."

After Hui Hong and Wen Nan retired, Lin Zhihuang sat in the study and closed his eyes to raise his eyes, his brows were locked.

Seeing Lin Zhihuang's sinking thoughts in spring and summer, he retreated silently, covering the door door lightly with his hands.

After two minutes, the gate of the palace was in the direction of the front door, and there was a huge mines. Lin Zhihuang, who closed his eyes in the study, stopped knocking on the case and opened the pair of Danfengmu.

"Oh, I really carry the frying Thunder.

After a while, Wen Nanfang and the Wan Hong, and Hua Ling, looked extremely ugly in Lin Zhihuang's study, resumed her.

Hua Ling took the lead: "The protagonist, his subordinates are unfavorable, and the person failed to capture it. Instead of letting him ignite the thunder outside the main gate of the palace, he asked the protagonist to punish it."

Lin Zhihuang didn't answer, and asked, "How much is the death and injury?"

Hua Ling: "The Qing geese army died six people, 11 people were seriously injured, and eight people were injured. The four prisoners who brought out the dungeon with the adults were also killed."

When the words were falling, Hua Ling roughly talked about the scene at the time.

It turned out that the official brought the officials to the four brothers of Chu Shi's four pro -disciples, that is, the four brothers who threatened the people outside the palace. When they mentioned that the man was out of the house, the man was angry and shouted:

"My teacher traveled nine years ago. I accidentally saw His Royal Highness of Quan Quan. He criticized her.

"His Royal Highness King Quan was born a woman, but he has great ambitions and wants to conquer the world."

"My master caught a glimpse of the secret and said this, which laid the foundation for her disaster. Now that she is so powerful, she sent people to arrest my master Chu Shi privately in an attempt to kill and silence her!"

"King Quan is a tyrannical person who does not respect the Tao and the law..."

As the man wearing the phaseless mask said this, an arrow quickly shot towards the hand holding his sword, hitting his palm.

This man had an arrow in his hand, and when his sword lost strength and fell to the ground, he pulled a white line on his waist, before the Qingyan Army could rush forward and catch him.

He then rushed towards the bound senior brothers as if he were dead.

Finally, thunder exploded from this man's body, and the six Qingyan soldiers around him who were trying to capture him alive were killed, as were his senior brothers.

After hearing this, Lin Zhihuang said sadly: "Those Qingyan soldiers should be buried alive and well, and their families should be provided with good pensions. Their children can all attend the Huimin Academy run by the government for free."

Hua Ling clasped her fists and nodded: "Yes, I will definitely take care of this matter."

Sui Bian Hong had been thoughtful since he came in. When Hua Ling and Lin Zhihuang finished reporting what had just happened, they turned to Wen Nannan and said, "Congshen, do you think it's strange?"

Wen Nanfang nodded.

Then Bian Hong looked at Lin Zhihuang again: "My lord, do you think it's strange?"

Lin Zhihuang nodded and said in a solemn voice: "It's very strange."

Sui Bianhong: "It stands to reason that the purpose of his coming here should be to save his master. He threatens to die. If he doesn't meet you, he will want to negotiate."

"It's good for him. When he saw his senior brothers being brought up, he became anxious and wanted to die. How can he save Chu Shi if he dies like this?"

Wen Nanfang frowned and said, "Never mind that for now."

"At that time, there were many people watching the excitement outside the palace. The words of imperial command he shouted out will probably push the lord to the forefront."

"If his purpose is not to save the master, but to harm the lord, his purpose has been achieved."

Wen Nannan's eyes were as dark as ice: "This man has successfully made my lord a target of public criticism. The powerful people will not let my lord develop like this anymore."

"My lord, you will become a thorn in the side of the princes!"

As soon as Wen Nanfang finished speaking, no one in the study said anything else, and for a while, the silence could be heard.

In silence, Chun Xia knocked on the door and came in. The joy on his face swept away the previous gloom, and he reported to Lin Zhihuang with his hands crossed: "Miao Yuefu, one of the Eight Margins, just handed me a greeting card, and I want to surrender to His Highness! Now!
Chapter completed!