Chapter 19 Chenghui

Author: Yao Jishan

Chapter 19 Chenghui

Zhao Tan has been lurking in Baishuang City for two years. During this period, he has experienced countless dangers. He is experienced and calm. Even if something big happens, he will never leave Zhou Shang alone and go to the army.

Wei Shu’s appointment without knowing the details.

This not only violates the "Espionage Law", but is also inconsistent with his style of conduct.

Zhou Shang nodded silently.

He also believed that it was impossible for Zhao Tan to make such a stupid mistake.

In other words, Zhao Tan must have been kidnapped and killed off guard, without even having time to leave a warning mark.

In this matter, Wei Shu obviously didn't tell the truth.

However, at present, no reason can be found for his lies.

If it is said that she turned against the Jin people and betrayed Zhou Shang and others to the Jin people, but there has been no movement there so far, this theory is obviously untrue; and other than this, why would she have to deal with such an unimportant matter?

Hiding something?

Lies always have their reasons, and Wei Shu must also have a reason why she has to lie. The most reasonable explanation is:

Even if she is not the murderer, she is still involved in the assassination.

However, Zhou Shang's pulse theory partially overturned Ye Fei's suspicion; there is another important point, which is also the main reason why Ye Fei always only had suspicion but could not confirm it, which is -

Except for "working on duty in Balan Mansion", all the information they revealed to Wei Shu about Po Jun was false.

And even this bit of "truth" was only revealed in a pretense and unintentional way after Zhao Tan repeatedly promised that he would never be exposed.

This means that even if Wei Shu goes to Balan Mansion to find someone, she will definitely come back in vain, because there is no "silent Song slave who works in the study" in Balan Mansion.

In fact, looking at the entire Baishuang City, there are only two people in the house who know Zhao Tan's true identity. Unless there is a traitor among the two of them and deliberately leaks the news about Zhao Tan to Wei Shu and his accomplices (tentatively)

, Otherwise, the murderer would not be able to locate Zhao Tan.

And if the above-mentioned traitors really appeared, Baishuang City at this time should have been a bloody storm, and it would never be so peaceful.

Taking the above points into consideration one by one, the only explanation for this matter is:

Zhao Tan, the secret agent lurking deep in Baishuang City, died of an extremely unfortunate assassination by coincidence.

However, in the world of spies, are there coincidences?

Zhao Tan must have died as a result of a sophisticated plot, but in Zhou Shang's view, Wei Shu didn't look like a murderer or an accomplice.

Even if she is the only suspect right now.

The room was quiet for a long time, and both of them were speechless. However, the sound of wind and rain outside the window continued, adding to the stillness.

………………

At noon, Wei Shu was woken up by Zhou Shang, but she saw that the window of Xiaoxuan was dark, the rain had not stopped, and it was still raining heavily.

"Miss Wei, please get up and eat. Don't be starved." Zhou Shang stood by the couch, hung up the tent, and asked, "Do you feel better after sleeping this time?"

"It's a little better. Uncle Zhou and Commander Ye are really in trouble today." Wei Shu glanced at the bear paw hanging by his side and knew that he had probably checked his pulse.

It seems that this rough and powerful man is also familiar with some Qihuang techniques.

This is not bad either.

The injuries on Wei Shu's body were real. It couldn't be more real. Just now, she suddenly heard the news about Daliang and herself. Her emotions were so high that she suddenly fainted. The sleepiness that lasted for more than half an hour was also serious.

Lethargic, not adulterated at all.

"Haha, no trouble, no trouble. Miss Wei was injured because of me, Da Song. We should take good care of the girl."

Zhou Shang laughed and spoke very openly, but the meaning behind his words seemed to be mixed with other things.

Wei Shu blinked her eyes, lowered her head and whispered softly: "Well, it's not hard to say, it's just that I'm not careful enough. I will be more careful next time."

As she spoke, she showed pain again and put her hand lightly on her back shoulder.

After all, it was true that she was seriously injured. No matter which doctor came to her face, he would tell her that her illness could be cured, otherwise her life would be in danger.

Naturally, Wei Shu had quite a lot of worries, such as traitors, evil spirits, yellow-skinned people... spirits... ah... and so on and so forth.

Wei Shu's face couldn't help but turn a little blue again.

The three people who were full of worries sat around a table in the main room and had an unknown meal. During this period, no one discussed the matter of the mountain temple again, and no one mentioned Wei Shu's "knowledge from the streets and alleys".

"The famous name.

After eating, Ye Fei didn't know what he was thinking, but he still took the four treasures of the study and asked Wei Shu to draw the topography of the grain depot, which he didn't know was true or false. Look at his intention, as if he wanted to use it to feed Wei Shu.

A reassurance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Shu also asked a few more questions about Daliang - she had no choice but to keep the words on her lips. She couldn't hold back and wanted to ask.

Then, her face turned even bluer.

The Liang Dynasty has been around for more than a thousand years.

She is indeed the ancestor of the Song Dynasty.

This was the only news that made Wei Shu happy, while the rest made her feel more and more frustrated the more she heard it.

First of all, no matter the official history or unofficial history, there is no posthumous title or temple name for the empress of Wei Shu's generation, and she is only called "Queen Chenghui".

Wei Shu was almost laughing.

The word "Chenghui" was a nickname she chose for herself as a joke.

She still remembered the spring banquet in the palace that day. The newly brewed green mash was sweet and fragrant. She ate a few more glasses and got drunk, so she faintly asked the secretary to write down the incident, but he couldn't say more than one sentence.

Just naughty words.

But who would have thought that those group of historians would not take note of it, but they would honestly write down the matter and make it the title of Wei Shu. So, there will be something in the history book.

There is this record:

"Wei Shu, also known as Hanguang, also known as Queen Chenghui."

Queen? Does that mean that the throne she won by offering sacrifices to Mount Tai and suing heaven and earth was actually her own title?

Is this more than perfunctory? This is simply humiliating!

I have conquered the world in accordance with the ancestral etiquette and laws, and in compliance with the will of the people and the hearts of my ministers. The statement of "self-titled" not only insults her Wei Shu, but also the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, and the great halls of Liang Dynasty.

However, according to historical records, falsehoods can also become true. This extremely hasty name of the last empress of Daliang is now recorded in the history books in a grand manner and passed down to future generations.

As for it, as for it, as for it?

Didn’t I just slap a few more of your butts, and it’s not like I didn’t give you medicine to treat those butts, so you bastards will hold a grudge?

It can be seen that the pen in the hands of a scholar is actually the most powerful weapon in the world. It does not only kill people invisible, but also stabs your heart and pokes your spine. You have to smile and let him poke and poke, otherwise you will be killed.

To be "intolerant" means to be "revengeful" and to be a "foolish king".

Wei Shu grinded her ink and her teeth at the same time.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have been so merciful and just stared at those stinky butts with the stick, and just killed them with the stick, right?

At that time, I was afraid that the blood would be too much, but now I regret that it was too little. I was really wrong.

Wei Shu dipped her pen in ink and painted, but she regarded the pen and ink as a sword, and the white paper as a human head. With one stroke, she cut off the good man's head in pieces.
Chapter completed!