Chapter 1083 : Chapter Five Hundred Thirty-Nine Poisoned (2)
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Thinking about the past when a group of our own people were plotting to conquer the world and become king. Then I thought about what I said to Liu Feng now, and Liu Feng was only nine years old.
Putting all these things together, even Jian Yong, who was eloquent and able to talk the dead into life during the mission, still had a red face, looked so ashamed, and looked so embarrassed.
Liu Feng looked at it and shook his head. He said to Jiang Wan: "Lock him up first and arrange for people to strictly guard him."[
"No." Jiang Wan promised.
"I'll give you three choices. One is to wait until Liu Bei is defeated and you become a civil servant under Gu's tent. Gu can guarantee that as long as you are loyal, you will be Gu's confidant. The second is to commit suicide now. The third is to send people to kill Gu.
You. Three days, give you three days to think about it." Then, Liu Feng turned to Jian Yong and said.
What Liu Feng said was extremely natural.
He also believed that Jian Yong had already predicted it. There was a way to heaven but he didn't take it, and there was no door to hell but he broke in. When Jian Yong was proudly naked and cursing outside the door, Jian Yong's end was already doomed.
Already.
Jian Yong sighed inwardly when he heard this. The Crown Prince was really not that easy to fool, and he was not even given a chance to express his eloquent words.
She sighed in her heart, and a forced smile appeared on Jian Yong's face, which was filled with bitterness, despair, and regret.
This is the complicated expression after breaking into hell.
"I'd like to invite you to drink wine." But Jian Yong did not give in, but said calmly.
Poison wine is poisonous wine. The most famous one is poisoned wine. It is the most poisonous in the world and will kill you if it enters your throat. But under normal circumstances, severely poisoned wine can also be called poisonous wine.
If possible, Jian Yong hopes to commit suicide with poison, without any pain. But he knows that is unlikely, and only a few people have that kind of poison in their hands.
Liu Feng's power is a grassroots one, and there is definitely no poison in his hands.
It's the dead minister again. Liu Feng's hatred for the dead minister has once again risen to a higher level. However, there was Yan Pu in the past, and now adding Jian Yong is even more important.
There was not much fluctuation in Liu Feng's heart, and there was not much sadness about losing a talent.
No matter how good the talents are, they must be his own. Liu Feng would rather kill all the enemy's.
If you don’t obey, you will die.
"Okay." Liu Feng glanced at Jian Yong, then turned to Jiang Wan and said: "I take back the order just now. Give him a bath and change his clothes. After eating, he will be killed."
"No." Jiang Wan promised.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Jian Yong thanked him. Then, Jian Yong said, "Before I die, I still want to ask a question." After a pause, Jian Yong said again: "Who is Lu Zijing here?"
"I have met Mr. Jian." Lu Su raised his fist and said after hearing this. Just now, he and Tian Feng had been watching, admiring Jian Yong's determination to die as a minister.[
At this moment, he also raised his fist respectfully and said.
Jian Yong glanced at Lu Su, as if he wanted to engrave Lu Su deeply in his mind. Jian Yong knew that although the crown prince had great talents, in order to create such a huge power, he must have some ability of Lu Su.
Before that, it was Jian Yong who wanted to plead and lobby. Now, he knew about the competition, met Liu Feng, and met Lu Su again.
Jian Yong had no regrets in his heart.
After raising his fist and bowing, Jian Yong turned around and walked out. Jiang Wan followed him out.
"It is because of people like this that I am so lucky." Liu Feng said coldly.
With one word, the world was in chaos. If not for everyone's own master, why would it be in such chaos? Liu Feng, the crown prince, would have been comfortable long ago.
It would not be a pity to kill him, and he would not even be able to forgive his hatred.